I find myself oddly fascinated by the look of milk swirling through my coffee, and the plume of dark liquid that seeps from tea bags into hot water ( Read more... )

People have begun to call me "HeckaBecka" in the halls. Complete strangers. Some who I'm not even sure go to this school. It's really really hilarious. And quite the ego boost.

Oww. I just dashed outside helter-skelter in my underwear and oversized t-shirt and barefoot to grab my digital camera from the car, and smashed my toes into the curb. Oww. But I shant whine ( Read more... )

1. French 4 - LaBarre
2. English AP - D. Martin
3. US History AP - Manno
4. Pre-Calculus HP - Friedman
5. Student Aide - D. Martin
6. Chemistry HP - Lynch

Although I will be changing it around quite a bit to have my aide period moved to sixth, Manno's class to fifth, and chem to third. So yep. I'm excited, I pretty much got everything I asked for.

Surgery was actually kind of nice today. We went in pretty early and there was a really nice anesthesiologist who, when I was going under, was like "Okay, it's going to smell a little sweet at first and then it's going to change into a more bitter taste," and at that point I was just trying to breathe in really deeply, and then "Okay, you're going ( Read more... )

Well.
Marty left.
I miss him.

It was a bittersweet morning.

There comes a point every summer where I realize that it's time again to start really kicking into gear and finishing up summer assignments. It's what I like to call homework mode. I'm currently in the deepest level there is of homework mode - which means my day consists of sleeping in to a moderate time, wearing sweatpants and a sports bra around ( Read more... )

I've come to the realization as of late that I'm altogether too dependent on my cell phone. I've had anxiety-ish dreams in the past two nights and the first one was that my mom broke my phone but bought me a new one, and last night's was that I was on some sort of amusement park ride and as my phone rings I decide to open it while I'm spiraling ( Read more... )

It's a problem when even Alvin and the Chipmunks can't cheer me up.

The let down feeling after something really great ends always depresses me. Like camp, for example. I got back into shape, ran over thirty miles, sweat, swam, played three flies up, volleyball, ping-pong, friendship bracelet-ed, listened to spice girls, went to the beach, sang, took pictures, was serenaded, got into a shaving cream fight, victory ( Read more... )