tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31673042011-09-26T17:43:49.282-04:00SnazzyPantsA new change in the world of the pants in motionBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comBlogger1321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-1074792609000731972004-01-22T12:18:00.000-05:002004-01-22T12:31:36.966-05:00Do you want to know what I love? Ear wax.. no honestly. It's facinating... we have holes in our heads that generate wax. It's absolutly disgusting, but as well amazing. Sorry.. I was just cleaning my ears out.
Onto more inportant news. i know I havn't written anything in months.. not that anyone's reading it. but I guess I want to talk now. Just for a momment. The world is either entirelyBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-1068664530445970852003-11-12T14:04:00.000-05:002003-11-12T14:15:27.890-05:00Very rarely does a band come along that I can enjoy on many levels. Most are good to listen too but have no lyrical value and some have good messages but make me want to fall alseep (anything in the folk, regge, I suck music genre). And being as I'm not a big punk rock fan I guess I just never bothred to listen to that as well, but recently I have been eating my views on punk rock. Although Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-1067820131486630762003-11-02T19:31:00.000-05:002003-11-02T19:42:09.840-05:00Well I hope everyone had a good weekend. I did. I spent last night at Chili's (due to the fact that Chi-Chi's has been shut down.. I cried.) with my friends Alaina, and two of my coworkers Lauren and Steven. We had a lovely dinner and afterwards me, Alaina and Steven watched episodes of the family guy until I couldn't laugh anymore... that is the worlds funniest show.
I normally don't write Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-1065131640595955362003-10-02T17:54:00.000-04:002003-10-02T17:53:59.986-04:00I would like to post something I find ever so disturbing. I've noticed that a lot of people look at my sight from a search on 'anorexia' and I think that's funny because i'm super not anorexic, however just for fun, I looked up anorexics on google and came to a horrible page. It's www.anorexicbeauty.com and it's a page devoted to the beauty and social rights of anorexics to be the way they areBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-1064284991634512742003-09-22T22:21:00.000-04:002003-09-22T22:43:11.153-04:00Well I see alot has changed since last I blogged... new format.. bearly recognize that what i'm typing will in fact end up on my page (not that anyone ever looks at it anymore).
I've now entered college... a month since i've moved in and still i'm perpetually bored. I spend most of my time sleeping or eating (ahh the freshman 15, how cliche but inevitable). I've gotten more piercings, nose, Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-3900241032003-06-25T15:31:00.000-04:002003-03-02T20:52:12.000-05:00I have so much energy... i'm like hyper and happy and having an awesome night. It's so nice to be myself again... so nice to run around and laugh and be happy. Aahhhh.
Q102 DANCE MIX SUNDAY NIGHTS are my new best friend. Got to practice my ghetto moves for next weekend.. it's girls night out to clubs. Nothing like a 1:3 ratio of slutty girls to dirty guys.
Had my millionth hour of work Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-943051962003-05-13T23:10:00.000-04:002003-05-13T23:10:09.113-04:00Coz here. Becky hates the internet, now, so her updates will be few and far between. Yeah, she couldn't handle the uber-fame she was receiving on here.
She also couldn't handle the school bus of "mentally-challenged" students that rammed into her today. She's fine. She admits it was her fault. Her car didn't quite make it, though. Have a look and wish her well.Coznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-907251422003-03-14T14:30:00.000-05:002003-03-15T01:28:46.000-05:00Coz's note: Becky was having problems with posting. Here's what we missed....
Ah, back to writing blogs. I guess however that this will be my last until sunday (wow 2 whoooole days.. maybe even one if you don't count tonight as a day). I'm going down to the shore for a weekend of fun and Jesus. Why i sighned up? I beg to ask the answer to the same question. I guess because i've gone everyBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-905642542003-03-11T22:42:00.000-05:002003-03-15T01:24:28.000-05:00I would now like to bore you with ONE sentence from my econ chpater:
We cannot simply examine changes in actual budget deficits or surpluses, because those changes may reflect automatic changes in tax revanue that accompany changes in GDP, not changes in discretionary fiscal policy.
ok, so combine 20 pages of that with completely non-understandable graphs charts and contradictory paragraphs and Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-904324822003-03-09T22:06:00.000-05:002003-03-15T01:26:04.000-05:00Ok, so if anyone noticed, the time didn't match the last blog.. for some reason publishing was down until this afternoon, so I know it doesn't make any sense.
I had a crapy day (does crappy have one or two p's? I have no idea) but anyway, it wasn't so great. And ironically it only became a better day when I admitted to myself that it was a bad day. I guess I’m so determined to only be happy Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-903879702003-03-09T00:43:00.000-05:002003-03-09T00:43:16.140-05:00I'm so god damn tired... stupid children.
Well not really, I love babysitting but i was way to tired to do an efficient job tonight. Had I been home i'd been asleep by 8. But the children I was watching decided that they needed snacks.. and books read.. and dolls washed until 10:30 and I literally almost passed out and couldn't make it. So finally after they fell alseep I still felt guilty Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-902753432003-03-06T21:27:00.000-05:002003-03-09T13:04:26.000-05:00Well, I had a decent day, nothing to write home about. I'm so sick of this crappy weather. The clouds and rain have just about wiped all my good psychie away. After I ate dinner tonight I didn't feel well so I went to take a nap and slept for 4 hours. My body just doesn't want to expell the type of energy it has in the past two days; it's had enough. and eventhough i'm not depressed, i'm Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-901501602003-03-04T21:39:00.000-05:002003-03-04T21:39:37.983-05:00Hi out there in tv land. How is everyone today? i'm fabulous, and consiering that I never thought i'd be happy again, this is a well deserved day. Me and sugarcult are still good, I think we're getting married in 04' if anyone wanted to come to the ceremony :) Who needs boys when you have bands? I don't know either.
I feel now that because i'm not depressed anymore (which didn't happen Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-900890392003-03-03T22:26:00.000-05:002003-03-03T22:26:58.576-05:00Just a nice update, I bought the sugarcult cd today and HOLY SHIT it's amazing. tattoo in 9 days. word up.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-899849872003-03-02T00:21:00.000-05:002003-03-02T00:25:42.000-05:00Hot day today.. worked all day, partied all night. Well not really, but me and ma' girls drove all over chester and the main line. It was fun.
I ate more than usual, went and got chinese... now really really sick.
A comment back atcha' dan about sarah slean in person. What I disliked about her most was when she made those stupid retarted faces and was like falling out of her chair. Call it Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-899424332003-03-01T01:05:00.000-05:002003-03-01T01:05:41.436-05:00Ahh Dan it's ashame you don't live closer, i'd take you to the 24 hour diner and be your best friend. I have been writing a lot havn't I? guess it's a good thing, need to vent, everday is something new.
Todays adventues: going to work followed by the BIGGEST drug party i've ever been to. (and incase we all wern't clear, I don't do drugs.. any at all accept for cigarettes which don't really Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-898775252003-02-27T22:06:00.000-05:002003-02-27T22:31:08.000-05:00Actually a quite reflective day. I went out and bought a book entitled "Zen Soup" and it's pretty cool. Maybe someday I'll have to discipline to truly let go of everything, but until then I'll just read about people that do. I wanted to get a book on psychology but yet another mental block not allowing me to do something I want. It's weird; you know how you just can't bring yourself to do Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-898149262003-02-26T22:37:00.000-05:002003-02-26T23:07:05.000-05:00WORD.. 50 cent is back with his right full owner.. ME... grrrr.
i'm into havin' sex ain't into makin' love. Such a powerful phrase. Like my whole life is now summed up by that.. yea it's sad, but it's all about it. Life's to short to get worked up and feel the need to 'make love' when we should all just let go and fuck the world and not care.
So I went to my therapist this afternoon and HOLY Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-897526822003-02-25T22:25:00.000-05:002003-02-25T23:17:24.000-05:00In an update.. my brother has stolen my 50 cent cd and I no longer have control of it. DAMN HIM. I sware i'll get it back.
I finally got to the doctor's today :) checkin' my heart and asking about depression medication. They hooked me up to some stupid machine that just make sure my heart was beating ok and then they decided that I was fine. I also got blood taken, which on top of the fact Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-896298582003-02-23T21:45:00.000-05:002003-02-23T21:45:31.173-05:00Hi. I'm back, from outer space, I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face.
I finally went out and got the 50 cent cd. I'm jamin' out to 'in da club' right now. It's all love here. I'm gona be a big ass wigger if no one watches out, haha. It's such a good cd, little did I know how awesome hardcore rap could be.
Do you want to know what bothers me? how hypocritical Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-895827842003-02-22T23:49:00.000-05:002003-02-22T23:49:31.456-05:00Howdy duty everybody. How is everyone today. I'm good. only took 3 st.john's in the morning and was actually able to remain in good spirits alllll day which I think of as a personal achievment.
Another great achievement of the day was getting myself a new cell phone... out with the old in with the new. It's sooooo hot. It's a tiny silver one with a colored screen. Once again noone calls my Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-895380852003-02-22T00:31:00.000-05:002003-02-22T00:31:02.860-05:00not a bad day.. good afternoon with some not so enjoyable things. I really don't want to think to much about anything right now. so let me be. por-fa-vor.
I couldn't eat to day.. finally did around 10 pm... currently so nautious i'm about to puke on my computer.
Love BeckyBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-894765132003-02-20T23:20:00.000-05:002003-02-20T23:36:51.000-05:00Well another day in my world, but a better world :) (*possibly because i've been kickin' twice the st.john's that I should be... but hopefully i'll get real medication soon)
I realize that what i'm so worked up about is something i've wanted to happen for months and months. Like I 'wanted' it, but didn't all at the same time. and now that it's happend I truly have no regrets. If someone is Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-894085842003-02-19T22:33:00.000-05:002003-02-19T23:15:05.000-05:00ah so inspired to write more i am. that little hamster on its wheel inside me ever running towards freedom and a salt lick. thank you again dan, you seem pretty intresting yourself.
My day wasn't horrible. Granted tears were shed multiple times through out the day and no true peace lies between the folds of my brain, but maybe someday it will. After a couple of hours of clouded thought I Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-893482992003-02-18T22:26:00.000-05:002003-02-18T22:30:53.000-05:00Thank you very much to those who left comments. and i'm sorry I'm completely void of anything helpful about sarah slean. Great girl, just not that huge a fan.. but check out cozbaldwin.com, he likes her a whole lot :) though he's mainly as moody and off topic as me.
To relay the days events: I hate the snow.. I hate my family.. and I hate my mental incapacity to function normally. well ok, Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-886291042003-02-05T23:07:00.000-05:002003-02-05T23:11:59.000-05:00Well settled in from my post-anorexic phase, I'm now over eating on everything.. so, if you see me eating ask politely "care to take that out of your mouth before you become an obease pig?" ok, so maybe not that., but i'm working on just eating a goddamn normal amout of food.
I almost ran over a cat today. On my way home from Coz's (WORD... Tony Hawk for LiFe) umm.. anyway... a black cat dartedBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-885125472003-02-03T23:19:00.000-05:002003-02-03T23:19:16.013-05:00I'll keep my last weeks activities short because my computer keeps signing off on me:
-I am using some fabulous Colgate simply white and I am pleased to say that my teath are even more nice and white than they were before (the nicotine and caffine were getting a bit much)
-I had a nice visit today with my therapist which I feel will give me an edge towards a good 3 or so days of sanity :)
-I haveBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-881941832003-01-28T22:29:00.000-05:002003-01-28T22:29:36.296-05:00Well i'm pooped out. Who knew working at a camera shop could be so tiring? well probably a few people, but we'll say noone knew. My manager is very nice; a little wacky, but a lot better than what i'm used to. I pulled in a WHOOPING 118 dollars today... and one painful back, 5 sales voids, and a new respect for retail salesmen. Luckily the customers were fairly understanding, and I got some Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-881606112003-01-28T11:06:00.000-05:002003-01-28T11:06:15.770-05:00I've been writing a lot of song lyrics. Yes they may also be known as poetry, but i'm trying to phrase and word them to developing melodies in my head. I've discovered that my main problem while singing is trying to sing popular music. I don't have that kind of voice, I can't belt out ballads and sing dance songs. My voice is airy and sounds best when singing old songs. Like songs from the Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-879401612003-01-24T00:03:00.000-05:002003-01-24T00:03:41.826-05:00I hope everyone had a nice day. Lord knows I didn't.
I'd tell you all about it, but then you'd think I was a weak human being.
who can't control their anger.
who needs to get over things.
who could stand to grow up.
Don't even try. Please, if you can do one thing for me everyone in the world, it's not to tell me what you think of my problems.
I can't help that i'm unhappy.
I've tried so hard,Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-878227642003-01-21T23:28:00.000-05:002003-01-21T23:28:10.386-05:00So I shot myself if the foot again... suprize anyone? do I hear an anyone...?? ok guess not. However, from realizing that I need to actually LEARN from my shitty decisions, this time I actually did something... after making a shitty decision. My only problem now, is the fact that I seem to not realize how stupid what I'm doing is until after i've done it. WHY? why... must I do without Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-875583522003-01-16T18:19:00.000-05:002003-01-16T18:19:53.420-05:00
We do not learn by experience
but by our capacity for experience.
-Buddha
I was thinking abou that today in my car, before I ever read this quote. Why, if we're all supposed to end up in the same maturity level, the same capacity to accept our misfortue, and the ability to learn enough to be truly happy, do I seem to suffer more that other people? Not saying that I have it the Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-867611952002-12-31T15:42:00.000-05:002002-12-31T15:42:24.910-05:00Happy new years eve everyone. Everyone being the no people that still read my sight since I never post anything anymore.
I was reading Coz's sight today about how vegetarians still kill bunnies and rats and other rodents when they harvest their vegtables and so they're really just as bad as the meat eaters. Personally I don't know why it intrigues as many people as it does that someone Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-866443472002-12-28T21:57:00.000-05:002002-12-28T21:57:21.540-05:00Well, Christmas came and Christmas went. I got nothing under the tree. Seriously; nothing. I know I got a computer, but you'd think i'd be humored with some large, but inexpensive gift, but no, I really got only a stocking.
The holidays have completely worn me out. I work 30 hours a week, I have to much school work to do, and I feel like I am completely emotionally unable to control myselfBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-853548182002-12-01T21:14:00.000-05:002002-12-01T21:14:56.290-05:00My laptop's warm, that can't be a good sign. I have to much stress in my life. So I'm simplifying. I cleaned my room. Found space for everything that needed a space and rounded up my unused clothes for people that can actually use them.
I've been trying, not dilligently as one might observe, to stop smoking. Although I have smoked quite a bit today, yesterday wasn't to bad, and hopefully Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-847976822002-11-19T23:10:00.000-05:002002-11-19T23:10:59.690-05:00I'm still throughly enjoying my mac. Although I don't know everything.. or even 1/100th of everything, I am able to get along to most of my everyday programs. Three cheers for my ablility to cope with retardation!
I'm going and seeing harry potter again on saturday. I'm such a looser, only I would find a children's book this amazing... AND every single person attractive. Everyone from the 13Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-847464412002-11-18T23:57:00.000-05:002002-11-18T23:57:13.473-05:00Well everyone I have some exciting news for all of you, I have gotten a new computer, and am now typing to you from my fabulous, beautiful, wonderful, new IBOOK. It's the most beautiful piece of computery I've seen in quite a while, and it's mine, all mine!!! ***MMUuahahahaahaa** I mean sure, 300,000 other people have one, but still, let's just pretend for a momment that they spent years Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-842081552002-11-07T23:28:00.000-05:002002-11-07T23:38:55.000-05:00Well I got out of my bitter and depressed phase.. thank you all very much. I guess You wouldn't have known that, but you see when i'm happy I generally have nothing to write about, hence the apparent lack of communication between me and anyone that cares about reading this blog.
I've discovered recently that I don't grasp how much money i'm spending. A week ago I had 130 dollars more than I Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-833299142002-10-21T22:31:00.000-04:002002-10-21T22:31:00.590-04:00I cannot seem to write poems that don't rhyme
Perhaps then, i'm not a poet
My life always seems to escape me
Maybe I shouldn't keep living it
The things I get upset about, only seem to matter to me
Should I still be allowed to cry about them?
I can't spell well because I never had phonics
I shall stop writing soon
I can't figure myself out, as hard as I try
Maybe you should stop trying too
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-832681072002-10-20T19:17:00.000-04:002002-10-20T19:19:09.000-04:00OK, so seriously, just how cool can Ed be? Ed is this kid who used to go to high school with me. And thinks it's the funniest thing in the world to be like "hey what's up?.. YOU SUCK!!..hahahahahaa i'm so funny aren't I?.. J/K with ya." It's like trying to converse with a third grader about Chemistry. He just gave me the play by play of his dinner.. what the heck do I care for? I just Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-830415262002-10-15T21:39:00.000-04:002002-10-15T21:39:48.483-04:00As I sat in english today, we picked apart the 'to be or not to be' speach in Hamlet, and to my satisfaction, it gave me some good thoughts for poetry. So I started writing, but my teacher didn't like my word choice and preceded to pick my work apart. Now this experience was quite new to me, and I am easily hurt by criticism in my writing. So I packed my things up and told him that my self Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-829929932002-10-14T22:17:00.000-04:002002-10-14T22:17:24.743-04:00They say that one only writes when they're having really big highs or lows... and as you can see, there has been little of them recently, as demonstrated by my lack of writing.
Life's going good. I'm at a complete loss for words right now. everything I'm about to type seem self-serving and synical. However I will say that Kelly Clarkson (I don't even care if any of that is spelled right) Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-824953162002-10-03T22:01:00.000-04:002002-10-03T22:01:22.150-04:00"Detachment" isn't an accurate translation of the Buddhist concept.
"Non-attachment" may be better. Detachment implies being uninvolved, cold,
and aloof. However, in the Buddhist sense, non-attachment means having a
balanced attitude, free from clinging. When we are free from attachment, we
won't have unrealistic expectations of others, nor will we cling to them out
of fear of being miserable Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-824470742002-10-02T22:32:00.000-04:002002-10-02T22:32:44.860-04:00Suck my biscuts P-papa piddy papa...Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-823955262002-10-01T22:24:00.000-04:002002-10-02T22:30:28.000-04:00Alright. I need to do this. I need to type some more thoughts out to the world. Being introspective is only good for so long.
How is everyone doing tonight? good good.. glad to hear it.. (*or) don't worry, there's always tomarrow.
I just finished my charcoal drawing of the evening. Not bad, you can tell it's a banana. My charcoal is way way to soft though. You rub it with your hand and Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-820741472002-09-24T22:23:00.000-04:002002-09-24T22:25:12.000-04:00I have NO IDEA why I like this so much
Maybe it's because I'm secretly 3 years old... a gay 3 year old nowBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-819714062002-09-22T21:19:00.000-04:002002-09-22T21:19:05.416-04:00Untitled poem #1
The ice on my eyes makes me blink at the light
Your words only mock my unvoiced pain
The extra body weighs on only my soul
Does my pain make you care?
No, because it's unjust.
There's no reason to cry for what I am not
I'm not them, I am me, yet it hurts
I am fine, I am fine, I am beautiful now
I can see in the mirror only me, I am fine
Untitled poem #2
When I am not me I Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-818524572002-09-19T22:49:00.000-04:002002-09-19T22:49:34.016-04:00Death shatters local household as killer walks free
The day seemed like any other, a casual expression of the summer's carefree attitude, but in store for this small suburban home was an event to change their lives and rock their worlds.
It was about 10 AM when Marilyn Berberich first heard the commotion, "I just heard barking. I didn't know what was going on at first. I called Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-818012312002-09-18T22:13:00.000-04:002002-09-18T22:13:12.726-04:00BE UNOBTRUSIVE
When one is nobody, and has nothing, there is no danger of warfare or
attack, and there is peace. The mango tree laden with fruit did not have a
moment's peace; everybody wanted its fruit. If we really want peace, we have
to be nobody. Neither important, nor clever, nor beautiful, nor famous, nor
right, nor in charge of anything. We need to be unobtrusive and have as few
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-817007772002-09-16T21:43:00.000-04:002002-09-17T08:33:36.000-04:00-beautiful flowers come from adversity-Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-815314892002-09-12T21:03:00.000-04:002002-09-15T20:36:56.000-04:00I hate drugs.. so god damn much. I can't even think about them without getting upset. I hate people that think that they can be better people, or that think that it's entertaining to mess up their consiousness. Coz just asked me to read this story. It was a very very well written piece about this girl and the whole sexual, emotional, and physical 'journey' (?) that she goes on with this guy Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-813333472002-09-08T20:47:00.000-04:002002-09-08T20:47:30.033-04:00Well for some reason, cozbaldwin is down and I can't see anything he's written in the past 2 days :(
Apparently my friend's lesbian friend from new york thinks i'm really hot.. can I explain? no I cannot; but I accept. I accept this lesbian's decision to think that I am one hot piece of ass, and if i'm ever in new york, i'll call you up.
I'm supposed to be filling out this shit for pennstateBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-813327342002-09-08T20:30:00.000-04:002002-09-08T20:30:23.090-04:00Well for some reason, cozbaldwin is down and I can't see anything he's written in the past 2 days :(
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-811235642002-09-03T23:44:00.000-04:002002-09-03T23:44:48.253-04:00I can't think of a sufficient way to start this blog, so I just will:
John died today. Around 10:50 peacefully in his bed. I'm caught somewhere between the happyness that he's not suffering, and not quite grasping how unfair the whole situation is. It was a silent day for the most part. Not awkward scilence, but just a processing, calm scilence. His death has brought me a sense of Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-808046842002-08-27T22:27:00.000-04:002002-08-27T22:27:23.930-04:00Well somehow in the past 30 minutes, I have slipped into yet another extreamly annoyed angry momment. I'm just so mad at everything. Everyone talks to me about stupid shit, nothing has any semblence of meaning towards my life. I don't care about your schedule, I don't want to know how your day was, and I am so fuking (I left the c out on pupose) ready for school to start that I can't believe Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-802952752002-08-15T19:24:00.000-04:002002-08-15T19:24:32.280-04:00Well, I figured i'd give the world and update since I realize i've been slacking quite a bit.
I've been working at peace camp all week (yea I know that sounds silly) but it's been intresting. The kids this year are very mean and seriously think it's ok to get revenge on people and to hit when you're mad. I feel like I'm getting no where. And one of my favorite things is to feel like I made Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-799173632002-08-06T22:12:00.000-04:002002-08-06T22:18:42.000-04:00HOLA.. que tal? How was everyone's day? that's nice to hear.
I drove to the NJ shore today all by my big girl self. I went to visit my friends alaina and tanya who where down for the week. It wasn't to hard to get to, but I kept being convinced that I had to have been on a road for way to long and I was paranoid that i'd miss every exit. But the day was nice, a little to windy, and a bit Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-796951202002-08-01T13:24:00.000-04:002002-08-01T13:24:30.000-04:00i´m in spain, and it´s not so fun. I´d much rather be home as odd as that sounds, but hey, whatcha gona do? I actually went to Africa today, and it was dirty, but fun. I met someone who lives 15 min away from me, what are the chances? EVERYONE WRITE ME, I´M BOREDBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-792361932002-07-21T21:32:00.000-04:002002-07-21T21:32:45.866-04:00This big black guy keeps calling me, and I keep missing his calls.. so I listened to his messages and deleated them thinking that my caller ID will pick them up.. but no, that number isn't his real number, so now I can't get back to him, and despite how much I really don't want to talk to him, i'm seaming rude and arrogant.. sorry Kevin.
I got to see my cousin's first child today.. :) he's so Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-792031072002-07-20T21:09:00.000-04:002002-07-20T21:09:15.416-04:00Ahh. I am happy.. very happy in fact. Probably for unjustified reasons that will once again leave me diapointed.. but i'm relaxed as can be right now. I have my insense, my candles, the Urge, a little non-depressing Poe, and my sanity in a little bag next my computer. I stayed up last night and watched comedy central for like 5 fucking hours. I want the world in my pocket when I get older. Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-791348402002-07-19T00:08:00.000-04:002002-07-20T21:10:10.000-04:00I had a wonderful night tonight.. I used one of my 10 nights i'm allowed out between now and september 13th to go to the mall with Megan and to hang out all night. We went to Borders so Megan could get a CD and we said hi to kate.. Hi kate... and we ran into one of Kate's old friends she had told me about, Andy Millano. HOLY HELL.. um, kate he's SO HOT.
Anyway.. the first stop was the KOP Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-790489252002-07-17T00:01:00.000-04:002002-07-17T14:35:01.000-04:00I'M WORKING WITH IDIOTS HERE!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-790485452002-07-16T23:52:00.000-04:002002-07-16T23:52:39.880-04:00Another thing to add to my last blog.. I've been listening to the radio today (in perticular the don and mike show) and a segment of Shakira on MTV and they were both talking about the same thing: The obsessiveness and jealousness of a woman in a relationship. They were debating on the Don and Mike show if Don's wife was worth her jealousy because eventhough it was as annoying as hell, and a Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-790480082002-07-16T23:39:00.000-04:002002-07-16T23:39:47.333-04:00Does anyone else find this ironic as hell?: I'M giving someone relationship advice
If only I could give it to myselfBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-790010792002-07-15T23:06:00.000-04:002002-07-15T23:06:46.563-04:00I went to the mall today and bought a bunch of insence.. however I failed to purchase an insence holder, so when my house burns down from having inadequate burning ash catchers, i'll let you all know.
I also went Calie hunting today.. I can't get enough of her.. i'm going to either take her home in a little plastic bag with me, or just tell her she's my hero, well not my hero. Not at all. I Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-789527182002-07-14T21:15:00.000-04:002002-07-14T21:15:58.583-04:00I have something challenging for all of you to do.. look at this picture and tell me what's wrong with it. It takes a lot of concentration, so just put it on your screen, turn off your musics, and your silly little IMs and focus on what's wrong with this picture: FoCuSBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-789522512002-07-14T21:00:00.000-04:002002-07-14T21:10:38.000-04:00Well I is in trouble. I'm just grounded for a while, but whatever.
I found the most amazing piece of literature today... i found the print out of the conversation I had with Coz the first time I told him how old I was.. it's beautiful, and made me laugh a few times. And thanks for the Chi Freeze today.... yummmm :o)~
I cleaned my room for 2 hours today.. I got over 2 trash bags FILLED with Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-787484222002-07-09T18:07:00.000-04:002002-07-09T18:07:06.576-04:00Fuck Sarah Sleen.. I hate her.. I can't get her FUCKING DEPRESSING music out of my FUCKING head and it makes me want to die. "wow that has to be amazing music to do that" Yea, wonderful.. that's like "wow that bomb is really powerful, even if it kills people... but it's powerful!" She makes me want to kill myself and burn her CD.
There is a really annoying kid in the computer lab and I want Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-787024062002-07-08T17:50:00.000-04:002002-07-08T17:50:48.276-04:00Alright.. I don't have much to type, but i'm still here, since I know you all care.. I have a few stories to tell, but not the patience to actually write them down.. just hold your hoses.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-784817992002-07-02T18:38:00.000-04:002002-07-02T18:38:46.053-04:00Hi schmooo.. i'm at THEOLOGICAL CAMP! three cheers for God!
whew.. well it's been an adventure, not one i've been really crazy about or enjoyed to much, but i'm hangin' in there. It feels like i've been here for 4 weeks, but NO.. i still have over HALF THE TIME LEFT.
The first night I just cried hystericaly. I was sick, I was depressed, but more than that I was just completely realizing howBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-782940672002-06-27T22:09:00.000-04:002002-06-27T22:09:32.946-04:00Seen: Becky getting lost after following a car and was unable to get in correct turning lane. I followed a beatle with a very cool bumper sticker and I ended up getting cought in the left-hand lane and was unable to get into the right-hand turning lane... SOOOOOo.. I went into a car dealership and got trapped by about 14 trucks on all sides and then made and illegal left turn back onto the roadBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-778992112002-06-18T14:36:00.000-04:002002-06-18T14:36:49.353-04:00Well the sweet release of school has been achieved... my days are free, and my nights are filled; well my days are almost free. My mom has started this little thing called "to do lists", well I shouldn't say started, she does this every summer, but what they are is a 3 to 6 item list of errands that she feels the need to take up my time with. And it's not like "get milk" it's like "go to the Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-775942132002-06-10T23:34:00.000-04:002002-06-10T23:34:23.613-04:00Ah good old snazzypants. How was everyone's day? good good. Well i'm down to a mear 4 days of school and one HUGE project already a day late. I have a feeling that the hero of the 1500s will be joining me tomarrow morning for coffee, a cigarette and a WHOLE LOT OF TYPING. Well yes I COULD do it now.. but I have to faux get up tomarrow at 5:30 and I can't not have sleep for that sherade. YouBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-775877442002-06-10T20:34:00.000-04:002002-06-10T20:34:21.360-04:00Yep changes worked. A nice balance between raw stone carving and girlish colors. A perfect blend. Unfortunatly that add on top SUCKS and ruins a lot of the effect. But you know what.. THIS sucker's not paying 12 bucks so that you can all read my thoughts, deal with it, or call me :)
I'm working on some new quotes that will hopefully not be as hm.. blissfully ignorant as those up right now.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-775876612002-06-10T20:31:00.000-04:002002-06-10T20:31:41.936-04:00I'm not sure if my changes were successful at all.. but WE'LL SEE!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-775484562002-06-09T22:46:00.000-04:002002-06-09T22:46:50.470-04:00"How to store your baby walker: First, remove baby."
- Anonymous Manufacturer
"The internet is a great way to get on the net."
- Bob Dole, Republican presidential candidate
"China is a big country, inhabited by many Chinese."
- Charles De Gaulle, former French President
I now move onto some horrible and some ammusing pick up lines. There were many more that I'm sure would have been equallyBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-774609672002-06-07T09:40:00.000-04:002002-06-07T09:40:02.413-04:00"Every relationship I've been in, I've overwhelmed the girl. They just can't handle all the love. " . --Justin Timberlake
"I think that the film Clueless was very deep. I think it was deep in the way that it was very light. I think lightness has to come from a very deep place if it's true lightness."
- Alicia Silverstone, Actress
"I get to go to lots of overseas places, like Canada."
- Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-774454762002-06-06T22:52:00.000-04:002002-06-06T22:59:58.000-04:00I'm going insane.. i'm listening to Sarah Sleen (someone shoot me I don't know what's going on) but it's really caused me to react physically. It's like every emotion my body can muster up like expells themselves durring like 3 of these songs. A menal throw up if you will, but it's amazing. But only to three songs.. the rest just make me want to cry and hide in a corner. As much as some Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-773297782002-06-04T09:41:00.000-04:002002-06-04T09:41:32.876-04:00Ah yes, another day in school..less than 8 days left. It's June everybody.. it's really June
I am quite excited for the summer that layes ahead. Only with the acceptance of one's self, will one then be able to change.
I'm going somewhere. Well physically all summer, but more important mentally. I am tired of being disorganized, and I'm tired of being irresponsible. I want to get control Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-771655272002-05-30T22:11:00.000-04:002002-05-30T22:15:26.000-04:00My hamster is a savage beast of burdenBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-770997042002-05-29T09:39:00.000-04:002002-05-29T23:06:33.000-04:00Hello... I’m in school.. suffering through my last 12 days of doing nothing.. honestly.. periods 4-9 today I have NOTHING. Grrrr. Oh well, atleast it's not much work and there are very few people left in the building. I've had a very good week. I quit my job THANK GOD.. the people are literally insane. And I got yelled at by my brother for eating his leftovers, but that was more amusing thanBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-764768582002-05-12T21:14:00.000-04:002002-05-12T21:14:39.410-04:00Someone just fucking kill me. please.
I have to much work and no time
My parents won't get out of my life, "what's this?" "when's this due?" "When is this happening?" "How do you feel about..?" "I just want to know what's going on" SHUT THE FUCK UP! can you NOT SEE that I'm in the middle of doing something and I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU?!! jesus! fuck fuck fuck. I'm so elated and pissed off Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-763290312002-05-08T23:00:00.000-04:002002-05-08T23:00:54.976-04:00Ok, to brief my night since I have 6 minutes till I get kicked off and have a huge stat project to do...
I spent my day quite productivly... although at times frustrated with some things or another, my day was very good. I have made quite a few personal strides. One) I have not touched my cell phone all day.. It has come no where with me, I have not even thought about checking it and if I did,Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-754024132002-04-14T19:42:00.000-04:002002-04-14T22:07:40.000-04:00Alright, today's computer malfunction is... my buddy list won't show up; so I'm on, really I am, but you can't tell.
I've been taking pictures of people's cars and spring fling rides all day for a physics project I have due on Wednesday. I feel so bad taking pictures of people like breaking and turning and doing normal car things. They probably think I'm an insane idiot who either wants to Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-753101042002-04-11T22:58:00.000-04:002002-04-11T22:58:42.000-04:00Guess what Motzart of the 20th centuary I heard on the raido today... any guesses?.. not you Coz... WESLEY WILLIS... the homeless psychotic man from chicago.. ROCK OVER LONDON ROCK ON CHICAGO. If you are intrested, I suggest downloading such classics as "cut the mullet" or "Batman rocks my ass" or whatever the hell it's called.
Well must be going.. time limit drawing close.. someone save me Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-752315032002-04-09T23:24:00.000-04:002002-04-09T23:24:18.993-04:00Yea, so i'm back.. that took a few minutes (i had to sign on as my Grandmother.. ha)
I felt like a very bad person tonight. I went to the Lancome display in the KOP and had them do my eye makeup and then was like "hmm.. na, i'm not going to get anything." The poor womand spent like 20 minutes with me and I knew I wasn't going to get anything before I even went to her stand. I felt like a was Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-752305882002-04-09T22:58:00.000-04:002002-04-09T22:58:13.990-04:00I am doing much better.. less completely distaught and more "I think I can handle it". *smile*
I went to the doctor today (my ADD.. mmm.. fun) because my medication is doing nothing and after 90 minutes of travel time and a really abnoxious 15 minutes with my mom the solution was "take 2 pills insted of 1" Behold the power of medicine.
Me and Coz went to IHOP tonight. I met his friend Julie.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-751449202002-04-07T20:55:00.000-04:002002-04-07T21:38:21.000-04:00Happy birthday Russell.. I just thought he needed some acknowledgment.
Well, my last day has not been quite as good as one may have hoped. This is obviously going to be a very personal blog, both to myself and to the reader.
I was not ready yet. I knew life would change, but I just didn't want it to be now.. really ever, but atleast I could move towards acceptance with time. I am not Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-751310412002-04-07T08:59:00.000-04:002002-04-07T08:59:34.723-04:00It's the mountains in postcard of like that make it beautiful. I don't want to write because I know that no matter what I write, it won't come out right anyway. It is not my fault. It is not anyones fault. If I may not be your wings; please let me not be your cage.
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-750583782002-04-04T22:08:00.000-05:002002-04-04T22:08:04.246-05:00
3 days till Russell's 38!!!! I think I'm going to have a party. Get him a cake and imagine he's there.. kind of like some psychotic people did Easter evening at a local restaurant (my friend works there and was telling me about this mysterious event) as they pretended that Jesus was coming to dinner with them. So they ordered him dinner and talked to him as if he were there, and when the Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-113659782002-04-01T23:40:00.000-05:002002-04-01T23:40:04.310-05:00I'm back for more rambling.. How I miss this.. just endlessly typing to my computer as if preaching to an audience of millions across the global market place of thought; imagining the masses endlessly rushing to their computer screens to watch their faces light up as a new blog appears on my page. Incase you are reading this after the 15 minute window between these two blogs.. read the one belowBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-113648522002-04-01T22:57:00.000-05:002002-04-01T23:22:23.000-05:00Can we talk about how my dad is a jerk? I guess we could.. but complaining will not help.. only hinder the problem. I have not written in almost a month.. and to those who actually still check this arid, once vibrant, amiable place called snazzypants I pity you.
I must tell everyone out there that I am a very content person. I have had very few tragedies in the past few weeks.. made my mom Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-103546972002-03-04T00:23:00.000-05:002002-03-04T00:23:29.396-05:00Buenos dias. I have not written in a while. And to some, and mainly myself, I would say that is a good thing because I havn't had anything tramatic to write about and i've been quite busy. But more than lack of material, it's the skewness of my thoughts. I havn't been able to put much together recently. I just think in incoherent chunks and none of it really comes together into any stance orBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-98308122002-02-17T20:39:00.000-05:002002-02-17T20:39:01.266-05:00To add on to my last blog about avocados... if you put them somewhere to keep them safe, they continually roll on the floor and hurt themselves.
I have peeled all the skin off my avocado pit and it looked naked, hurt and red.. it's like a raw human existance in the palm of my hand. I have decided that this avocado pit is now a representation of myself, and I will keep it until I either find Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-98281552002-02-17T19:01:00.000-05:002002-02-17T19:01:12.070-05:00I discovered while doing a stat experiment that we as humans, and more specifically I, can well be represented by the pit of an avocado:
-The skin of an avocado pit is thick and doesn't let much in. It is a plain color and is nice to hold and play with. Much like people are hesitant to show their insides and shields themselves by an outer layer that is pleasant to those around them and easy to Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-98052432002-02-16T23:38:00.000-05:002002-02-16T23:55:04.000-05:00I'm listening to my ghetto rap. Is there something wrong with me liking female degrading rap? i'm not sure, but either way i'm going to listen and enjoy. (if you want to feel my vibe download "Youz a hoe" by Ludacris)
I applied for two jobs today. I think i'd rather work at hopes cookies than fresh fields. The guy who took my application seamed almost unhealthfully excited that i applied.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-96298532002-02-11T22:56:00.000-05:002002-02-12T01:56:57.000-05:00I must tell you all about my newest gizmo that has entered my life.. not new to the world.. just new to Becky.. the "Venus" (women's version Mach 3) razor. It's amazing. Honestly folks, I haven't even shaved anything with it, but I'm already in love with it. It's sleek, attractive design and no-slip grip are like a mother holding a newly born babe. The razor head is attached by a JEWEL.. how Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-94267682002-02-05T23:45:00.000-05:002002-02-05T23:45:51.023-05:00ok, so i definetly hit control enter befor i ment to.. sorry about this detached blog... I read an intresting story today in german (and yes, it took my class an hour to translate a nice little story that i already know and that i think is valuable to everyone, espically those who think money is happyness) OK, here goes: There was a fisherman who was laying in the sun admiring the nice late Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-94251932002-02-05T22:57:00.000-05:002002-02-05T22:57:54.080-05:00Ok, so blogger is not showing me the last thing that I have typed, but i'm sure it was amazing... I went and saw my friend Katie preform at the point toinght. She's very very tallented, and if she doesn't end up singing for a living, then she'll be the best entertaiment lawyer she can be (which is her goal in life)Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167304.post-91722842002-01-29T17:15:00.000-05:002002-01-29T17:15:39.470-05:00Right now i'm catching up on work..since my average in history is a 41.. AAHHhahhhhhh, i hate school. Seriously, i had a discussion with my EX-photography teacher (so now i can actually like her.. even though she has just informed me that i'm going to fail the course and not get credit if i don't hand in something else :o) BUT anyway.. i was talking about how i've almost given up on school and Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02149614950085827517noreply@blogger.com