Is it love, or is it fancy feast?

"If school is so smart, how come grades go A, B, C, D...F? What happened to E?"

Konnichiwa
(By the way pete, I feel loved that you copied the "photo with every blog post" idea from me. Kidding. I don't care. It just makes me lol :D)

MOVING on. To? To the rest on my post. Gosh.
I made banana pudding today. :) It made my brain smile...and my tongue too. My tongue was very happy. I didn't like the ending of it though. I have to use my fingers to spread cool whip all over the top, and it's somewhat "nasty" feeling. I hate saying the word "nasty" but that's the word that describes this not so pleasant feeling the best. I guess I could just say not so pleasant, but that sounds weird...Nasty, whatever.

Here is a random list of what I want/ want to do right now:
1- I would like to meet with my "band" and discuss the crap we should have discussed about a week ago. (hi, chad)
2- I would like to snap my fingers and have all my homework disappear (be finished) in a puff of triumphant smoke, and confetti, leaving behind a nice stack of papers with all the blanks filled in.
3- I want to put together a song like Imogen Heap. I'm in love with the song "Half Life" off of her new album. I think it's called "Eclipse" or "Ellipse" or something like that. It starts with an e, okay? That's all you really need to know anyway.
4- I want my mother to drive me by somewhere so I can get a job application so I can make money so I can buy things with it...OH and of course save it, you know, I will totally do that.
5- I want to have help studying for my permit, because I'm so very distracted these days. :/
6- I want a plate of cookies in the shapes of little elves and Christmas trees
7- I want to go to target (with the money that falls from the sky into my lap whenever I need it) and buy a giant stuffed Domo. :D By the way, the girl in the picture is in a Domo-kun costume in case your brain didn't catch it.
8- I want to give my big stuffed Domo a hug, and put a random hat on him.
9- I want everyone to stop misunderstanding me and what I say. Of course, I can't expect EVERYONE to speak "Becca". Sarcasm isn't apparent in everyone. :/
10- I want to successfully write a unique cover of a song.
11- I wish I could find the motivation to finish my story. Go becca! Thanks...
12- I wish I had a beautiful Siberian Husky with blue eyes, and soft fur.
13- "I'm fine, but I hear those voices inside..." That's not something you want to do... I know. I'm sorry...
14- I want Pete to start making sense.
15- I want a life
16- I want a one-eyed-one-horned-flying-purple-people-eater


Sayonara
I hope you........
You will never know.




Hugs on the other hand...

[Insert Sarcastic Comment Here]

123 go.
Another week is about to start. Another 7 days filled with homework, homework, work at home, Karate, homework, and other stuff that probably is somehow related to homework. I want a smoothie.
You know what I miss? The old days when you were 2 and you could run around freely, be cute and everyone would still love you. Freedom is lacking in modern day. Too many roads you can die on. Everyone should just move to Africa.
I also miss your face. I'm just kidding... I don't miss it. Because I'm looking at it right now.



Hugs on the other hand...

Tackling, and hugs are two different things.

This baby agrees with me.

Chad is mental. No insane. NO insane AND mental.
You know, what? This baby just agrees with everything I say. And you just CAN'T argue with cute babies that can't even talk yet!


AND it also agrees that the strange and traumatizing incident that happened last night WAS NOT MY FAULT.

I take the hat. I put it on my head. I look good. Chad says he has to go. I give him the ha- I get tackled. The truth hurts. No really, it hurt. Hugs are great. Lovely, cuddly, friendly, nice, affectionate, fun, whatever. TACKLES are scary, surprising, painful, and confusing.

Why did he tackle me? Why didn't he just take the hat? Why is my face funny looking? Why do pigs fly? Yadda yadda yadda.

On another less traumatizing note, my sister might have swine flu. Ha.

Today is the first day of my English class at Brook Hills. I'm excited, in a non-excited way if that makes sense. It probably doesn't, but it's not noon yet so I still have an excuse. I have this ENORMOUS thesaurus of about 80 gazillion synonyms. I can't say 5 million because it probably has way more than that :(. It's a monster. I like synonyms though, so I guess it's like a beasty good monster that I love. Or um something like that (I repeat, STILL NOT NOON. 11:11 AMMMM)
Horses horses horses horses. I'm not crazy about horses, I just like the part in Sleepless in Seattle when Meg Ryan (or whatever her name is) is singing in the car to an edited version of jingle bells with a slightly more annoying tone than the original. :) Horses horses horses horses.

Okay. I'm done. I hope you have a wonderful tackle-free day :] (with good coffee.)
Sayonara


Hugs on the other hand...

Full week. :/

Konnichiwa. Konnichiwa. Konnichiwa. Konnichiwa.

Yellow. ^^

What did YOU have for breakfast? Actually...I really don't care what you had for breakfast, I'm sorry. And I bet you really don't care what I had for mine, so we're just not going to talk about breakfast. How is that? Good? Great? Mkay. 

SO first off. That snail picture makes my brain smile. I like snails. They're cute. :)

Second, I would never eat one.

Third,  I'm thirsty... and while I was contemplating my rising urge to get something to drink, I realized how busy my life is. Part of me likes having a busy life because then it doesn't give me the chance to think too much. WHICH IS GOOD. I'm an over-thinker. But the other part is sighing miserably because I have barely anytime to waste, or read, or write even. Of course, I'm writing now, but this is different. I'm at someone else's home. And I'm tired, so most of this is just nonsense that you'll forget about 5 minutes after you read it. Which is fine. I'm not hurt. 

But it's weird. I remember wanting to be busy, but now that I am, I miss walking in the woods alone. I miss coming up with complex story ideas that I never put to paper. I miss drawing pictures of fluffy drifting clouds, and glowing radiant suns. The only thing I don't miss is the thinking part...

My whole week was planned out SATURDAY. I've made changes and stuff but still. OH now that we're talking about "stuff" let me mention that Saturday I WAS going to skate with Rosemary, but she had to mop floors, and make people fat that she apparently gets paid to do. (go figure) SO we changed it to Friday. If you've gone skating before with us then feel to come. (let me know if you are) If you haven't and you want to, then let me know.

Most of the time we meet at Ihop and walk over to Skates 280. I'm pretty sure this time we're just going to meet at Skates 280 though so don't worry about bringing 20 bucks that you don't have. Contact me if you want to come, and I will let you in on the details. Bring good socks. My favorite socks have stripes on them. Zebra stripes. 

So guess what I'm doing right now? "Typing" Yes, but no. My sister is singing again. :') I'm listening to her write a song. It's beautiful. As they always are. 

Have you even eaten breakfast?

Hugs on the other hand...

Fireflies

Hi. Hi. Hi.

I like that picture

<--

It makes my brain smile. :)

Totemo urushiikatta yo kimi ga warai kakede ta...

So I did a really stupid thing today. I left my pretty little (white) karate belt at home. And my Karate class starts in an hour. Home is far away. So I'm going to be late lol. I'm not worried about it, I just like being early places. It gives you time to prepare your mind... and go to the bathroom, and stretch, and whatever else you do when you go places early. But I won't be early. So I don't know why I'm talking about this. I have a Karate seminar tomorrow too, and THAT I am nervous about. Apparently I have to participate with people I don't know, never seen in my life, and/or are better than me. In other words, I'm going to make a complete fool of myself in front of my sensei. D:

He will go walk into a corner when people ask "What Dojo is SHE from?!" and shyly rub his head. Oh what shame. But really, I'm just worried about the people. I don't do well in large groups. even in small groups with people I don't know. It's better if I know everyone. Preferable equally. That rarely happens anymore though, so I should take what I can get I suppose. :/ I miss my friends...on a more happy note guess what I did yesterday? No.... you're wrong...

This is what I did yesterday. It all started with a bunch of angry midgets...I'm kidding of course. It actually started with me being asleep on my sister's couch. Then Mary walks in and goes "Rebecca? Rebecca?" I am of course asleep... or was so I have little control over my reactions. I am facing the couch, while lying down, if you can picture this, on my side. Then I fling MY left arm over, hit the hard wooden coffee table, send about 3-5 coasters flying to the other side of the room, and fall off the couch and land in the tight space that's between the couch and the coffee table. I now have a rather large bruise on my left arm that is, in all factual...ness, in a straight almost perfect line....and long. It is now a lovely shade of purple, and I wish I could take a picture and upload it to facebook so you all can see just how amazing it is. The bruise....Yeah....

WELL. I probably have other non-important things to attend to, so SAYONARA.

Hugs on the other hand...

Hey look, a rabbit is starring at me. Should I be worried?

Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. 

I like that one.

Okay. Now. Where were we? OH, we just started! Ha. I slept last night. :) I am very happy about that fact too. 

Are you distracted by the cute, cuddly bunny to your left? Well, you are now. 

I FINISHED MY POTHOLDER. And it's messed up. I wish I had a picture that I could share with you all to show how bad I am at making potholders. Somehow I'm not too depressed by it, though. It won't get me too far in life, I suppose. You can always pursue a career in potholder making. It's not for me, though. SOOOO. Any normal blog posts lately, Becca? No. Sorry about that. Been in a weird funk, me guesses. 

Missed Karate yesterday. :/ 

I was feeling ill. I went to bed at 11:30 pm then woke up at 2 am and was up for the rest of the day. That might have something to do with it. I have Karate tomorrow though, so hopefully I haven't missed too much. Hopefully. 

"Why don't you tell us 'bout those rabbits, George."

Hugs on the other hand....

Welcome, Fall, welcome to my heart.

"If at first you don't succeed....CHEAT!!!"

Let's try that again with less....eh with more....practicality

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."


*Sigh* Better.

Konnichiwa.
Becca no tsukareta. Hi hello howdy. How am I? How is Becca? How are you? I am peeved, Becca is peeved. You see, little one with funny ears, I, becca, have had a very strange and frustrating sleep schedule. Sleep is an indecisive mistress. She will take me in and hold me without certainty and THEN decide not to. She then leaves me awake in the rough chilly dawn hours of fall. Ambien is STILL in my system. Hence the language of weird quality.

I feel like writing a paper on how mean and trecherous foot binding is. It is abuse of children and it puts woman in an idol of impossible expectations. I mean, NOT EVERYONE, wants to break their toes, and deform their feet JUST to be more appealing to the opposite sex. I wish I could go back in history and hug every one of those women and then tell the guy in charge to make it stop or I will make his heart stop. Well....that's what I want anyway. Reality tells me I can't do that. Reality is a strict mistress. I'm glad they don't do that crap anymore though. I mean, what a way to die....foot deformity. And to think it was just for the male's growing foot fetishes. It disgusts me. I still want to adopt Asain kids though.

Asain kids are so cute. I could just give them all hugs and kisses and tell them I was their Mommy. :) They put chesire cat moons beneath my nose. Orange juice is not here. I wish that it was so that I could consume it in the most attractive way possible. Which wouldn't be that attractive mind you.

My sister's are moving apts. and I'm doing homework which I hate. And my daddy is awake at 2:30 am. (which is the time). Reality is also mean. Mean and inhuman. Inhuman and controlling. I feel caged in. I AM CAGED IN. Poe! Poe! Come save me! Which one? There are three. Indeed, three there are. I am at a loss for a good answer. What poe? Oh WHAT POE? Why can't all of you mold into eachother and become one? Poe my cell phone, Poe my inspiring poet, Poe my unimaginative imaginary friend of sensitive self. All one. Oh what fun that shall be. Would be. Could be. Possible? Oh Indeed! Okay I am going to tie my restless self down to my big cozyness that is my bed so I don't make any more nonsense. Okay? Goodbye.


hugs on the other hand...