Monday, March 30, 2009

Rambly

As much as I love Perelandra, I really don't want to write a response to it right now. I mean, it's very fascinating to think what would have happened if Adam and Even HADN'T eaten the fruit...but I'm not into it right now.

SO don't want to do my Calculus make-up work...(by the way, the AP test costs $121! That's some mighty expensive failure right there. I know, I know; "Becca, why don't you just study?" Because studying won't help me with stuff I haven't learned yet!)

Or read Paradise Lost. Have I mentioned how much I hate poetry? Especially 200 page long poetry? I fell asleep twice (for undisclosed periods of time) during Great Ideas this morning. And when we read it out loud? Sorry, Satan, as much as I sympathize with your being kicked out on your butt from heaven, I don't care enough to listen to Milton go on and on and ON about the thirteen different kinds of angels.

*yawns* Should I make my dress for Feast and Ball this year? Or should I rent one? Or should I just buy one? *wanders Internetilly across multitudinous websites* Ooh, I think we're gonna do a Southern belle one this year... Ow ow!

Okay, I'm done now.

Oooh, and maybe a wig tambien? No! Becca! Go to bed! Dresses later! Finish your response!

Friday, March 27, 2009

And so...

And so the longest week of my life meanders into the weekend.

Man, I've never been so ready for a weekend in my life, and I didn't even have any stressful homework or anything. (Or if I did, I didn't do it.)

In human development we talked about how men literally can think of nothing. I am supremely jealous. If I could completely blank my mind, my life would be five hundred zillion times easier. As it is, if I want to have some mental quiet, I have to flip through celebrity magazines. There is no easier way for me to stop thinking of things that stress me out/irritate me than to read about celebs being human.

It's sickeningly comforting, and it's the only consistent method. Some days I can use Jane Austen, but only if I'm not feeling anti-love. (Which I am this week.)

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One of these days I'm going to figure out how to even out my mood swings. Until that day comes, I think I'll see how Brangelina is doing...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

My Psalm

Lord, too often I invite Thee only to
the funerals
the pity parties
the gloomy hours.

Today I invite Thee to
Rejoice with me!
Come celebrate
my blessings
my successes
my gratitude.

For all I have is Thine
And I will gladly share my
Joy with Thee
Forever and Forever. Amen.

I wrote that the other day when I was feeling particularly happy. It applies to today as well. Today the sun was shining, we ate lunch on the lawn, I got to go longboarding in the parking lot (long story...), and I love my friends.

I am grateful.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Even I'M not sure what this is

I have nothing to write.

Scratch that; I have lots of things I could potentially write, but won't because they're boring and/or inapplicable to normal life.

I should probably go practice my Solo and Ensemble song, seeing as I have to perform it in roughly a week...memorized...in Spanish. I need to find an accompanist as well.

I also just want a college to be like, "Come here! We'll give you 90% off tuition coz you're awesome!" I'm tired of having to sort through the hundreds of college brochures I get weekly. Want to hear something funny, though? I haven't received a single letter from a Mormon university. I've had letters from St. John's Methodist University, Barnard and the Jewish Theological Seminary, New York University, New York Conservatory of the Dramatic Arts, Boston University, Arizona State, University of Miami, Reed College, and Kalamazu University.

And anything from BYU, BYU-I, BYU-H, or Southern Virginia University (Mormon-run)? Absolutely not. My tithing dollars at work...

Where the heck is my family? I came home from work to an empty, locked house with evidence of dinner being made, but no food evident in the fridge, on top of the mircrowave, or on the table.

Maybe that's why I'm feeling so "bleh." I haven't eaten since noon! Silly Becca. Go eat something!

Cuss on a bus. And I just overdrafted my checking account coz Zazzle is being stupid. I've ordered the same order THREE TIMES and each time they've been like "You don't own the Three Amigos, which you put on a sticker and the inside of a card. Yoink! We're going to cancel your ENTIRE ORDER." And so I've reordered and reordered and my checking account is like, "What the heck? Oh well, we're going to have to charge you for overdrafting, sucker."

Gah. I'm going to go eat something. Sitting here and blogging about my stupid last half-hour isn't going to help my attitude.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Who says?

Hey, random thought; who said Humpty Dumpty was a giant egg man? The nursery rhyme says absolutely NOTHING about Humpty Dumpty being a giant egg man.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

*pauses to research the origins of Humpty Dumpty*

Well, would you look at that. Apparently the rhyme was supposed to be some sort of lame riddle! I guess it's not entirely lame; "humpty dumpty" is early 19th century slang for a short, clumsy person, as well as a concoction of brandy boiled with ale. But anyway, the answer to the riddle appears to be an egg because certainly a person would not suffer irreparable damage if they fell off a wall.

What a disappointment.

I thought I'd discovered some missing link in today's culture as we know it...

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Begone, fetid stenches of teenage rubbish!

I've been reading Perelandra for my CS Lewis class, and it is absolutely fascinating. What basically happens is this guy goes to Venus (or Perelandra, as they call it) and meets the Adam and Eve God put there. Is that not the most intriguing plot for a novel you've ever heard?

I mean, why not? The scriptures state that God made worlds without end; why should ours be the only one with inhabitants? Everything's in this state of bliss, and the Lady is naive a la Eve fashion. They even have restrictions, only it's not fruit this time. The King and the Lady are forbidden to sleep and settle on what they call the Fixed Land. (Everything else just sort of floats around on this endless sea of glossy, wonderful liquid.)

Mind-tickling. I've been thinking about it all afternoon.

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In other Becca-related news, I have officially decided to become the Drama Police. Or maybe just being Drama Exempt. I'd have this badge that I'd pull out when people started being typical humans:

Drama Queen: *sighs dramatically* You will NOT believe what HE just SAID to me! I've never been so---

Me: Uh uh uh! *pulls out Drama Exemption badge* I am protected by law from your inane drama. If you continue, you are risking a fine of $2,500 or three years minimum in jail.

Drama Queen: Drat. *goes off to find some unfortunate soul to suck into her vortex of overblown problems*

Or some kind of weapon:

Mr. Collins: Becca, we need to discuss our relationship.

Me: Sounds legit...wait a second. We don't have an actual relationship beyond just being flirty friends! Get back, foul demon! *pulls out Drama Exemption plus three broadsword*

Maybe air freshener!

Me: ...so then I told him that I'd totally go on a date with him. Cool, huh?

Drama Queen: Yeah, I guess.

Me: What's wrong?

Drama Queen: *clearly exaggerated* Oh, nothing...but if you REALLY want to know---

Me: Oh, no you don't! *sniffs the air* I smell unnecessary drama! *sprays Drama-Eater (crisp linen scent) into the air* Begone, fetid stenches of teenage rubbish!

You know, it might actually be worth going into the scientific field just so I can invent stuff like that.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Weird

I had this best friend from 2nd to 7th grade who I was really close to. Seriously, we would do everything together. Her family was pretty much my second family for five years. I know them as well as I know my own; what they like, what they hate, which hand is their strongest, and their inside jokes. We went to volleyball camp in Idaho together, went to the release party of HP 5, went to the premiere of HP 2 (the movie), and played Star Wars, Quidditch, Lord of the Rings, and sundry other pretend games.

In 7th grade, we sort of drifted. And by sort of, I mean really. I stopped seeing her. Period. Ever. I haven't seen her in person for like five years now.

So now we're "friends" on Facebook and it's weird. I wrote on her wall, but I wasn't even sure what to say...

How can two people who were so close for five years suddenly have nothing to talk about?