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Name: Becky Country: United States State: Tennessee Birthday: 6/24/1985
Interests: art history, good music, books, piano and milkshakes Expertise: words Occupation: Student Industry: Art
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1/8/2004
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| It's finally here! For those of you who aren't close enough to my family to know this or those who are and have forgotten, this is your friendly reminder that from now until the end of the month we will be celebrating non stop :) Because..today is my mother's birthday, sunday is father's day, friday is dad's birthday and saturday is mine- yay!
Now, I'm trying to be very lenient with so many of you for running away to foreign countries during this season of celebration. Despite my chagrin, I am impressed that you were able to cover so much territory- I have best friends currently situated in 4 separate continents (not to be confused with countries, which isn't nearly as impressive)
So, if anyone is in the area and needs cake- our house will have a seemingly endless supply for a good while, feel free to stop by and have a piece. | | |
| I had the most wonderful conversation today.
I was talking to someone (and they were talking back) and all of the sudden I realized I was an adult. I realized this person was letting me speak plainly and openly, just as myself. something not nearly as common as it should be. we were both adults, just having a sincere conversation about life and what it holds for us. now, naturally, neither one of us has any idea about those things. we didn't try to load the next ten years up with goals and plans and nonsense. we were just talking. but while we were talking I realized I had grown up, not completely, but lots. And before you start being sad and think things like "oh no, being a grown up is so boring and unfun. poor becky" let me explain what I mean.
Everyone is trying to find out who they are. and I think by now, at least most of us, have a pretty decent idea of who that is supposed to be...but there's a trick. a catch that keeps you from really starting to become that person. the kind of growing up i'm talking about now is how, in time, all those things that I've been trying to do and wishing I could do...have started falling into place. This isn't me saying i'm done maturing or anything ridiculously absurd like that- just that- finally, some things seem right.
I'm pretty happy about it. | | |
| I just checked my schedule...it says I'm allowed to breathe somewhere around April 26th (preferably between 2 and 6 p.m.) Anyway, I'm sure you know the feeling.
So really, I just wanted to say hi and I hope you have a wonderful...month? well, something like that :) | | |
| Tonight, as I pulled back the sheets to enter my warm, comfortable bed- my life flashed before my eyes in the form of a large, pallid spider.
There he was just creeping over the folds of my blanket like it was no big deal he was there. but then he saw me see him, so he froze. please! like I'm not going to see you, stupid, icky spider- you're approximately the size of my wallet and there you are, conspicuous as can be, just perched on the rim of my covers right smack in the middle of my bed. That is my place, not yours mr. spider.
So, naturally, I screamed. And within half a moment my dutiful, spider-effecient roommate came and removed the wretched creature from my sight, *marveling aloud at the impressiveness of his size. I then, of course, took it upon myself to completely derobe my bed piece by piece blanket by blanket. Sheets, pillow cases, all were inspected and cast aside regardless of the supposed passing grade each item received.
Now what's left of my covers lays in a heap on the floor and my poor, lonely bed looks barren in its white mattress cover with none but a single chanel throw to adorn its dismal surface. What an evening. | | |
| Roses are red...
Violets are blue...
Sugar is sweet
and so are you!
Happy Valentines Day :)
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