so today at work..

saying that when i work at a veterinary hospital is akin to saying that right after a day at band camp. or girls camp, whatever floats your boat.

well this dog comes in..and it was cute. i mean the thing was as annoying as..heck. but it was adorable. but it had a skin condition. i swear that was all we saw today..dogs with skin problems. so we did a skin scraping, where he takes a scalpel blade and runs it across the top of the skin to get a sampling of the cells and then looks at them under a microscope.

this is where it gets gross. the dog has an infestation of mites. a particular kind called scabies. its not pretty. that was probably the most disturbing little waggling thing i have ever seen.



it really does look like that. the one i saw had shorter stubbier leg lookin thingies and it waggled. there arent many other words to describe it really..it waggled. or wobbled. it was between a slip cover and a slide, so it didnt move much...just waggled around in a circle. it was pretty disgusting. and yet probably the coolest thing we saw today. although we caught this bug early, so the dog was still cute. but here are a few examples of what can happen if you dont get it early. ps. its not pretty.


and a human example. oh yes, this can happen to you! doesnt it just make you itch? i can barely type its so disturbingly itchy.


yeah. pretty disgusting. i'm sure you'd notice before that though...its extremely itchy. so dont let this happen to you OR your pet. its not good. if your pet is itching constantly in the same place and losing hair and the skin is showing signs of inflammation or anything of the like, please, please take them to the vet. not that it is going to be scabies. but anything like that is not going to be healthy for it. so you should. agreed? agreed.

& then i cried my eyes out.

marley & me.

best movie ever. okay so it makes it on the list.
up there with australia. & pride and prejudice. and charly. and 10 things i hate about you.
and quite a few other best movie ever's. but you know how it goes.

but seriously. that was amazing. like the kind of movie that is moving. and touching. not just a silly chick flick romance--cuz it wasnt. it was about marriage, and family, and a dog. it showed the hardships of marriage, how the dog ties it all together, family, and the whole ten yards. it was beautiful.

of course, when the dog started dying, thats when i started crying. bawling, would probably be a better description. i only barely managed to keep it quiet & not hiccup.

thats a lot like how i'd like my life to be. with the gospel, of course. but it was the best depiction of life that i have seen in a long while.. a simple movie, with a simple meaning.

life is good. live it to the fullest. and love every moment.

Swedish Smörgåsbord

this is like the highlight of my entire year. when my entire swedish side of my family gets together on christmas eve and we have a Smörgåsbord. bascially, a buffet. of swedish food. lots of cheeses as appetizers, crackers, veggie trays. the cheeses are really really good. mmm. and then the real food..swedish meatballs are the highlight of my life!
so they might look a little gross there, but i really liked the swedish flags in them. but really. they're delicious. & there is ham and all kinds of other stuff out on the swedish buffet table.. oh like pickled herring. i am so NOT wild about that...actually i have never tried it, in all my years of attending these buffets on christmas eve. because its fish. and thats just gross. plus, everyone else who tries it really regrets it-every year. but we have lingonberries too, for on the ham. and of course peas and carrots. oh and yummy potatoes. the red skinned ones. & there was more. but i'm done making myself hungry. :)

i just posted a square number

so i have this thing for numbers. i like them. when they're nice to me, of course. but dont get me wrong. i dont like math. i just like numbers. and some simple addition, subtraction, division, multiplication, possibly some algebraic equations..but my favorites are square numbers. they're pretty cool. well. with exceptions. heres my philosophies:

i like odd numbers, for the most part. but fives are out of the question. unless it is five squared, like twenty five, or 125, thats okay. my favorite simple numbers are 3, 9, and 11. i really like three and nine because three squared is nine. and eleven is just cool. two ones! but i have never liked seven. i hated seven, even, for the longest time. and it actually kind of bothers me when its some peoples favorite number. because its so mean. i dont really know where i got this, but this is always how i've remembered a few of my addition principles. seven was always mean to the four, because four wanted to become twelve so much. seven only teased it by letting it get to eleven, but not twelve. THEN along comes stupid five, who thinks she's better than everyone else, and seven lets HER get to the eleven. then 8 comes into the picture, and was nice enough to allow four to become twelve. so its kind of like the mean and popular kids in the movies. the four is the nerdy girl, the seven the mean popular boy, the five the girl who always gets her way, the eight the nice boy who comes along and saves the day. i dont know why everyone wanted to be twelve, cuz i dont even like that number very much..but i dont like any of the numbers in the story much anyway. seriously though, i have known that story like someone taught it to me when i was three. all my life. who knows how kids make up these things?? i certainly dont, and i did it. but anyway. back to the numbers.
i really like it when they work. and by work i mean, in a license plate or something, when they add up, or are even the squares of each other. it makes me happy. lock combinations too. i dont think i could remember my locker combination if it didnt make sense to me mathematically. & i used to love my license plate dearly..but it had to be replaced. it WAS 4bzz329. 329!! three squared is nine! i loved it so much. & even two squared was four, but that was a stretch. and then with an ONOMATOPOEIA in the middle...BZZ..how could i not love it? it was beautiful..but then my car was called legally totalled and so i had to replace the license plate when we brought it back to life. :( then its name had to be changed. oh well. i guess i could get over it. but he will never be the same.
oh. this all stemmed from the fact that i now have 36 posts. (with this one, it is 37, but thats okay...i'll hit 49 soon)

& if anyone survived through that mumbo jumbo, congratulations. if it was at all understandable, you now have my nonsense. now that is something to celebrate.

its just one of those days

one of those days where i have no adgenda. nothing to do. no school to be done. although i do have some homework to be finished. but its a fabulous thing, laziness. i'm still in my pajamas. and its almost four oclock in the afternoon. i sat on the couch in a warm blanket and watched mamma mia. & the librarian. & bones. it rained. its cold. its been one FABULOUS day.

now for a shower...maybe.
:)

i've decided to make friends with my alarm clock

i realized this morning as i was laying in bed, fuming because my alarm clock had just gone off, and i was warm & cozy under my two comforters..i'm so mean. my poor alarm clock. he just wants to tell me the time and be helpful! he wants to wake me up so i can welcome the new morning and tell me that its a beautiful day! i've been physically abusive to him too..i think he now needs a name. i think i'll call him...jeremiah. my jeremiah. poor poor jeremiah. will he ever forgive me? after these four years of physical and verbal and mental abuse? i dont know that i can forgive myself even..he is only trying to help. tomorrow i will make it an effort to thank jeremiah when he goes off. and gently push the snooze button. five times. and thank him for encouraging me to get up and greet the brand new day. and go to seminary. at 5:50 in the morning. and i will be happy about it. :D

GOAL: when jeremiah goes off at 4:13 which is really 4:03, i will roll out of bed, thank him, gently push snooze, and roll back into bed. then repeat in ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. then when i look at the clock and the rush of adrenaline goes through me for thinking it is almost five, i will get up, run to the bathroom, and take a super quick shower, throw on some makeup, brush teeth, etc, etc, etc, and make it to seminary on time to lead the music & give devotional. FUNSIES.
just needed to peptalk myself into actually going through with it.

stupid alarm clock.

velociraptors

are pretty great.

however
if i were chained to a bunkbed with one of them?? i'm OUT in 38 seconds. && i definitely have proof.
I could survive for 41 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

Created by Bunk Beds.net

okay, so it was 38 seconds, but when i did the HTML the first time i did it wrong; then i went back and took the test again, & gained an extra 3 SECONDS! woooo.

ahah thanks jeff:)

i got into BYU-idaho!!

"you so totally rock!! ---DUUUDEEEE!!!" -crush.


but seriously. i GOT IN! not to be cocky or anything, but i was pretty sure i'd get into byui. not so sure about byu provo, which is what i really want, which is still pending...

but what i'm really excited about is going away to school!! i CANNOT wait. getting accepted into byui just means to me: getting out of cypress, CA. and going to school, by myself, on a campus that is spiritual as well as secular. its amazing! i just didnt wanna end up at cypress college...not that its a bad thing, but its just not the path i want to take.

it was soooo good to see those words on my application; "admitted. click here for additional instructions." AHHH. it was the BEST!

i love life:)

i almost died in disneyland.

well not really...just everything happened to prevent me from going to disneyland. [until later that night]
so heres the story. i drive to jeff's house, and he takes us the rest of the way..he lives pretty close, and he has a parking pass. so we get to disneyland, about to get in the lines, when i realize that i have left my disneyland pass in my car at his house. and my whole wallet. i called karina and asked her to get it. her mom had her car though, and she couldnt leave until she came back...which was an hour later. but she went over there, got it, then i called her to get my christmas shopping list for me too, and she got out of her car, grabbed it, then realized she locked herself out of the car. while it was running. she called her mom to come and unlock the car. it was embarassing. but we'll get over it. because i nearly died in disneyland. i'm sure of it.
and then...we had wayy too much fun.

the end.
:)

all i want for christmas is hugh jackman

man oh man is he gorgeous
and when he cries
its like a hole is ripping through my chest!
&& that australian accent!
ahhhhh.
that is ALL i want for christmas.

ps and by the way
go see australia. its amazing.

& on that note
karina and i found the best thing ever.
and started a new religion.
its called going to the movies every tuesday.
FOR THREE BUCKS.
yeah.
four star cinema.
every tuesday
3 bucks.
all day
all night.
its a beautiful thing. its the one in garden grove, by the bowling alley, for all you california peoples. you should hit it up too. man its GREAT. and our other religion now. yay! :)

mmkay. signing off. :)

its official

my ipod is dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.

funeral is tomorrow.
and i'm still wearing black.
out of grief.

how does one go on after a loss like that???
maybe this isnt so much greif
as withdrawls

i'll admit. i was addicted.
and now.
i wonder how long it will take me to get over it.
probably just...forever.
:(

i was gonna go to the ipod store.
but i called & they said i have to see a technician.
and i'm a chicken.
its my own fault.
and i accept the consequences.
sadly.

new favorite christmas story, made me cry

A Brother Like That

Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my car?" "Oh yes, I'd love that." After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a shiny new car. But Paul was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about." Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said: "It is more blessed to give..."

& it was orange and chunky

crappy day. literally

it started off well. a cappella silent night in seminary, to which i was on time, and brother reed complimented me so sweetly. and everyone said they liked my hair, even though now i'm not so sure about it. and in chem the seating changed and i sit next to holly again and we are going to have a ball...but. then it turned south. [where does that expression come from anyway? whats wrong with the south?] chemistry test tomorrow that i forgot about, and forgot the book in my locker at school which i need for the homework and to study from. english i have to finish a big book and review it before next wednesday.
and then, walking to forensics, a BIRD crapped on me. in my hair, on my shoulder, IN my sweatshirt pocket, on my pants pocket, on my calf, and on my boot. and it was orange and chunky. it doesnt help that some asian girls were pointing as the crap fell and screaming. thanks. that really does a lot for me. point and scream nonsense in a language that i obviously can't understand and walk away after the fact. and THEN i had a headache. and then i had to take a make-up test in forensics that was ridiculous, and i got a C on.
DOUBLE-YOO TEE EFF??
and then mother was in a bad mood.
and we ALL know. if momma ain't happy, ain't nooooobody happy.

and. AINT THAT THE TRUTH.


thank goodness for psych. & monk.

& yay for failing chem tests tomorrow!
i heart failing!

toilets are my mortal enemy

so i've discovered:
i REALLY hate toilets.

say it in any lanuguage:
toilette
gabinetto
туалет
Klosettbrille
sustantivo

theyre STUPID

it took my ipod.
and ruined my ipod.
it was such a JERK

but, thank you, toilets, for taking my waste and depositing it where i dont have to smell it. it is very considerate of you.

JERKS
i want my ipod back! i mean working! cuz i went in and got it!
:(

it might be because i have this "x" feddish..

but. i love the nickname:



bex.



said by certain people of course.
this one? definitely claimed mostly by jackie.
and i think my fabulous aunt cami says it a lot too.


but really, i just love x's.
not many people have those in their name. its unique, you know?
so i claim it, officially, as mine.

my lauren's friend from byu-i

this is the best compliment i've ever had in my life. from someone i've never met. and talked to maybe thrice. (i just really wanted to say thrice)

"i swear, i cant wait to meet you
i have a feeling im gonna need to pack extra pairs of underwear with how much im gonna laugh"

who could NOT love that?
i gotta say. i'm flattered. honestly.
but, how could i not be pee-your-pants-repeatedly-fun, when i start the conversation with "fatty fat fat?" and somewhere along the lines come up with, "i will forever be subservient to thee, o great one." ahah. okay. so that last comment was pretty much a tribute to myself and my greatness. sometimes i just can't help it.
oh how i love being a kid. most of the time.


oh and ps. this really isnt just some random girl. she' s my lauren's friend from byu-i. <3

sunday morning

rain is falling. "sunday mornings by maroon five" its in my playlist^

more like ASHES are falling. california is burning up. and were getting the ashes and smoke. my car is covered. in ashes. and so is our front porch. and its still falling.

ring around the rosy, pockets full of posy, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
--how many of you sang that in your head?

but, its no joke. i dont even want to go outside. its hard to breathe. you know when you're camping and the smoke from the fire just wont stop following you? thats kinda how it feels right now. 24/7. the smoke is just everywhere. the ashes are in your hair, on your car, on your slippers when you go out to get the morning paper. asthmatics shouldnt leave their homes. agoraphobics have it made. the sky is brown, the sun is dimmed.

its a sad day in california today.
keep us in your prayers, guys.

hiccoughs; or hiccups?

this has always bothered me.
what is the real way to spell ... those annoying things?

that i have right now. and its really ticking me off.
i usually dont get them for a long time, like now. i [hiccup] once, maybe twice, really loud, and really obnoxiously (i have been told multiple times i sound like a pterodactyl) and then its over. but no, not this time. they arent really loud or really obnoxious. just ANNOYING TO ME. i mean, if i have the [hiccups] i want them to be annoying to everybody else too. and i was gifted with just the right kind. but these! the truly annoying ones. the small, and almost inconceivable to the naked eye ones. its just really, really annoying to me, and only me. where did i sign up for that?? nowhere. NOWHERE. well i guess i am grateful it isnt the really loud annoying ones, because one: there isnt anyone else home. and two: they hurt like the dickens.

aaaand they stopped. was it because i was saying mean things about them? did i hurt their feelings? well GOOD. and DONT come back.

i mean it.

anyone ever seen the guinness book of world records for [hiccups]? its like, years. how terrible would that be??? i would have hated to be that man. even to get my name in the guinness book. what if he lied? does anyone know the process it takes to get into the guinness book? it seems to me everyone would lie. but hey, thats just my view of the world.
and now: its peanut butter jelly time! good song, good song.

are you too manly to say "pretty"?

so i just had the greatest conversation on facebook.
thank you, clinton jamison.

his status said "clinton jamison is writing a report on diatoms."
and this, of course, set my nerdy side a-tingling
and i get all excited--why? ultimate nerdiness here: i absolutely LOVE diatoms. like, really. i love them. they're so amazing. if you dont know what they are, here's a little summary from my friend wiki:

"Diatoms are a major group of eukaryotic algae, and are one of the most common types of phytoplankton. Most diatoms are unicellular, although they can exist as colonies in the shape of filaments or ribbons (e.g. Fragillaria), fans (Meridion), zigzags (Tabellaria), or stellate colonies (Asterionella). Diatoms are producers. A characteristic feature of diatom cells is that they are encased within a unique cell wall made of silica (hydrated silicon dioxide) called a frustule. These frustules show a wide diversity in form, some quite beautiful and ornate, but usually consist of two asymmetrical sides with a split between them, hence the group name. Diatom communities are a popular tool for monitoring environmental conditions, past and present, and are commonly used in studies of water quality."

so its long. but how could i resist an oppourtunity to teach!? they're wayy cool. but they say a picture is worth a thousand words, & even though i could give you a thousand words instead, here they are:

arent they pretty??
but anyway, back to my story.
i facebook chatted him. and our conversation goes a little like this.
me: "ps. i love diatoms"
him: "you are one of the few. nah. they're okay"
me: "they're amazing!"
him: "well what makes them really cool is their ability to withstand pressure and [insert some smart comment here, it escapes my feeble memory]"
me: "and they're pretty. dont forget they're pretty"
him: "yeah i guess they look cool"
me: "too manly to say pretty? its okay, i get it. ahahhah"
him: "fine they're pretty. happy now?"
me: "very:"
him: "as long as i made your day..lol"
me: "yessir, you did indeed"

little did he know i was going to write an entire blog about it!
so yes, my geeky bio nerd side comes out every so often. but when people say things like diatoms, i am powerless to resist.

i keep logging on

hoping against hope for someone other than me to post a blog
and to spare me the monotony of a biology lab on mitosis.

but alas, it is not to be.
i must suffer through. uninterrupted.
how dull and boring.
and yet, it really irks me to be interrupted at other times.
how so?

humans are so crazy sometimes!
yeah, i know, i just insulted myself.
but it needed to be said.

^^asianbecca.

a mom-ish day

so today i got a little inkling of what it might be like to be a mother and a wife.
and i dont know what to think about it.

i almost liked it-it felt so much better than the pressure of school and friends. but of course, i only went shopping, cleaned up a bit, ran some errands, picked up little bro and dropped him off everywhere, and sort of babysat little kids.

i guess i'll find out...later. a lot later. what its really like. it should be interesting, my friends. it should be interesting.

but now. i have to go back to being a teenager again. homework. pimples. and good old procrastination.

a temporary hiatus

in the midst of all the craziness we call life...
is wonderful.


today was such a day. i had plans, make no mistake. i stayed home from school, partly because it is ridiculous not to have today off when we have tomorrow off, and partly because i just couldnt stand going. aaannnd partly because i woke up feeling very slightly nauseous (emphasis on the very slightly).
but i did plan to clean. do my homework. clean the house. but if i tallied up what i did today? its pretty ridiculous. one load of laundry. dishes. started a grocery list. cleaned off some of the island, even though that is cluttered again. all that in a 9 hour period? because yes, i got out of bed at noon, and today is one of the very few days i actually feel rested. wow, becca. i am extremely accomplished. warning: sarcasm afoot.

and yet. i dont feel bad, like i should. i feel like i kind of deserved a day off. or needed it. i feel like now, with one rest day behind me, i can actually start to get some of the things that i've been putting off, done. recharged batteries, maybe? a temporary hiatus might be necessary for my survival once in a while, i think. isnt that the concept of a vacation, too? not for MY family, by any means, but for normal people. a temporary hiatus? sounds like a good idea to me.

now only to convince my mother...

i heart fat people butter dishes.

so my mom got that from one of her friends awhile back...it was the greatest thing i have ever seen in my entire life.
it definitely makes my day everytime i think about it.

whoever made that? was genius. props to them.
fat women in bathing suits ON A BUTTER DISH.
the symmetry is just beautiful.

ps. thats how i'm gonna look when im a gma. or even a mom. haha. who knows? just one day: i will be fat.

just waiting for the tar and feathers

so all this nonsense about the "no on prop 8" people blaming the mormons?

is REALLY starting to tick me off.

lets look at the facts.
sure, the mormon PEOPLE contributed to the yes on 8 campaign. not the church, the members. the church had nothing to do with money passing from its members to the protecting marriage foundation. so their claims that the mormon church should become a politcal party & pay taxes because they were so heavily involved? are completely unfounded and ridiculous.

secondly: they claim they dont want us forcing our beliefs on them? well thats a two way street, babe. by legalizing gay marriage, we are FORCED to accept them as a married couple, which most definitely goes against OUR beliefs.

thirdly: they claim it is discrimination and hatred. guess what. its not. simple as that.

fourthly: if youre gonna attack our church, at least get your facts straight. WE DONT BELIEVE IN POLYGAMY ANYMORE. and i'm sick of hearing people relate it to that. there is no credibility in anything said with the word "polygamy" in it. theres no way to compare it. (for those who dont know what i'm talking about, here is the quote. "i cant see how mormons are against gay marriage, when they themselves practice polygamy." except they sounded like an idiot when they said it, because they were too stupid to use correct grammar)

they picketed our temples, shouted "shame on you" at us, and singled us out, when we comprise about 4.3% of california voters, and over 50% voted yes to pass this piece of legislature.
they talk of discrimination? well this is just making it worse for the mormons. thank you, no on 8, for making life for me and my future children difficult.

its time to get over it, people.
(ps. sorry. most of the people who read my blog are mormon. and dont even live in this state. but i just needed to get that out.)

its called being a woman

multitasking.
need i say more?

good ol' adrenaline!

i've always wanted:

to look cool using one of those paddle boards with the balls attached to an elastic string.

but

i think they were invented just to make people look stupid.
if i came up to you and i was just nochalantly bouncing the ball perfectly in the center of the board and not scrambling after it, not even looking at it, and carrying on a conversation with you at the same time, you'd think i was cool right?

man i wish i were cool like that.

mexican drug dealer

my brother used to tell me that the only way i could ever make it in life was to drop out of school, move to mexico and sell drugs.

i'm starting to think he's right
and that it sounds like a very, very nice alternative to school right now.

but then he always changed his mind
and said i wasnt even smart enough to sell drugs.

ah well. bank robber it is. oh no thats if i'm a liar.
DITCH DIGGER; the agreed upon high school dropout job in my family.

got it. my purpose in life..now to dropout!
yay!

blog about blog

so apparently my sister showed my mother how to get onto the blogging site.
ohhhhhh funny
she was offended at my blog! how rude, right? mostly the halloween one, because i have no good memories of halloween. she says she spent hours making my costumes, and even when i one month she made me TWO costumes!
well. heres MY rebuttal. (thats what she called her comeback. apparently, theres a political buzz in the air. go figure)

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER WHEN I WAS ONE MONTH OLD?
so, i really dont have any good halloween memories. if i cant remember them, they arent my memories.

and there you have it my friends. simplest rebuttal i've said in a LONG time. what with all this prop 8 nonsense and obama mccain shizzzz.
but thats another post altogether now. :)

its a zoo in here!

literally. it was a zoo in Sea Gate Veterinary Hostpital. yesterday. it was ridiculous! we had about a half hours peace from 9-930, then the ruckus began. people began pouring in. we didnt have enough chairs even. people were squatting with their animals on the ugly tile floor. (we can only hope that whoever worked on friday cleaned the floors well!)
a turtle came in, who had been in a fight with another turtle (yes, turtles fight) and the owner was getting ready to bury it that morning when he saw that it moved..it was bad. we put him down at the end of the day...you could see his lung from where he was wounded, by his head. it was bad. and smelled terrible. turtles dying? is gross. we had two minpins come in too, who swore that it was just a quick check over...and ended up being the BANE of my existence. one of them, the one who wouldnt SHUT UP, had sliced the skin of his paw off somehow...and he was having difficulty putting is manliness back where it was supposed to be. neither of them were neutered. so they,uh, play around a lot. and dr chang explained this in detail to the client. (ps. FIX YOUR FREAKING ANIMALS, PEOPLE) the other one was throwing up, not eating, had diarrhea (which was literally: poopy smelling water) and would not be still or shut up.(and it got it's waterpoo on my boob. soaked through the scrubs and everything.) and then a seizure patient came in who had had two more seizures last night. and then two turtles came in for prehibernation check ups. and then a golden with a really bad ear problem came in..ear hematoma. surgery to be scheduled. and then a guy with a black cat came in--he was holding the cat. NEVER bring a cat into a veterinarian's office without a carrier. it ONLY causes problems. (same thing goes for a dog without a leash. then a lab with another ear problem came in. then a cat, for vaccinations. oh and we had some guinea pigs too. they scream soooo loud. we gave them shots. weird, huh?
and all of this was supposed to be squeezed in from the hours of 9-1. but it ended up being 930-230. with no breaks. and stupid people. and headache animals. and dying turtles.

needless to say, it was a longggg day.

freee falling

okay so i'm not falling. nor am i free. although lets clarify: i have freedom plenty, in this country. i want freedom from responsibility, school, and emotions. buuuttt...lets face it. thats never going to happen.
but that song, free falling?? terrible song. its this guy who left his girl because she was too good and he wanted to be a bad boy. what a jerk. but then we could say that about pretty much the entire population of the male gender... (i said PRETTY MUCH, not all, just for clarification...aka there are some like perfect daniel fletcher who exceed expectations..gahhh. ahhaha<3)
and yet, that song is addicting. and its soooo much fun to sing. and to listen to. and here i can draw another parallel--we've all heard it before, ladies. "can't live with'em, can't live without'em." those boys, they're just addicting!


so i dont know how this turned into a blog about guys and cliches we've all heard before, but lets stop that now.


here's a list of the things i'm thinking of:
i love chemistry! i hate chemistry.
murder mystery shows are daaaa BOMB (no pun intended)
eating should be done more often
(omitting most prevalent thing on my mind, for discretion...can't have all my secrets out on the internet!)
joannes
tutoring. some random girl. in chemistry. hope i can help. eek.
disneyland
cleaning
byu apps/essays

thats pretty much everything. oh joy!
napppptime. shhh. dont tell my mother. (i'm serious teri. or maybe, you could convince her it is really a good thing for me??? it'd be much appreciated. ;]])

tuesday

ditto monday.


wtefff?? ah well.
84% on bio test today.
cross fingers for chem tomorrow!
merrhh
peace

brain fizzles

brain=fizzles.
fizzles=bubbles
bubbles=no more thought.
no more thought=too much studying
too much studying=good grades
good grades=good college
good college=freedom
dang. did i just spin that into a good thing?
aewelrjagsld
brain=fried.

halloween memories

of these, i have none. unless they're terrible. like my dog (take your pick, i think all of them did it) eating my candy every year. the whole pillowcase full. and then the year my mom told me i wasnt allowed to trick or treat. and then the year that i was grounded and couldnt even go see my friends. and then the next year when i was grounded again and couldnt do a darn thing. although i did go next door with my backpack under the pretense of doing "homework"...and in this instance, homework had multiple meanings. but, these are my halloween memories. i have a few from wayyyy back, of a party with lauren <3 and we did all sorts of fun things and had a funky menu that we had to guess what we wanted...that was fun. and of swapping halloween candy with siblings after we got home. putting it neatly into piles and trading between all of us. (before the dogs got to it). until we got too old, then jenna and eric would just steal our candy. and now, i'm too old. i'm too old to dress up, to trick or treat, etc. i'm too young to stand at the door waiting for the little kids, or to take my own around the neighborhood. and i'm too mormon to go to all the teenager parties that will be going down. so what do i do? what merit does halloween hold for me? nothing? work? the primary party that i have to plan and put on? the dance that is lame? just like all other dances. except you cant even tell who the heck you're dancing with at this one. so, nothing. i do nothing. i could watch a scary movie, sitting next to a boy, using the movie as an excuse to cling. i could hang out with friends. do pretty much what i would normally do on a friday night...sit on my fat butt and watch a movie. ah well. we'll see.
but today, i hope, was the start of some good halloween memories. for the first time since i can remember, i carved a pumpkin. seriously. it was sooo muuch fun. and, again, for the first time i can remember, i went to a pumpkin patch. it was unbelievable! halloween can be positive! and i'm going to make delicious pumpkin seeds...which i vaguely remember. but all in all, today, and the halloween spirit, were pretty dang amazing. i can't ever remember liking halloween this much. and i didnt need candy to do it! how amazing.
well i think that ends this blog.
yay for halloween! (at least thats how i feel today. no promises for tomorrow)
becca out :)

whats the story wishbone?

that show...is STILL GOOD. i heart wishbone! the people in it are sucky actors, but that dog? is amazing. i want a wishbone dog. and he had better learn to do a "WATCHAAAA!" for me, cuz he's getting the boot if he doesnt. and the song is so catchy!
other than wishbone, i can't remember much of the TV shows i watched when i was little. maybe scooby doo. but everything was too scary for me. oh i loved mr rogers too. i think thats about it. and the only movie i would watch was homeward bound, which, of course, will NEVER get old. that is like, the movie of all movies. minus a romance.
during my older years, the only show i would watch religiously was pokemon. and i still love that. apparently, i grab these things and hold them for dear life. i still love all of them. that could have psychological reasons behind it, but i would hate to think of them. that would totally ruin my day.

anyway. good news? BYU APPS ALMOST DONE! like seriously, almost done. i'm just getting my essays edited by a whole bunch of people, and then they're off! who would have thought i'd grown up so much? even i can hardly believe it. i never really noticed before. but, before a year is up, i'll be gone and off to college, either in idaho or utah. probably utah. but as my parents keep reminding me, i'm not good enough. okay so that was harsh. but thats the gist of it. i'm not bitter or anything though... are they trying to make me angry? thats all its doing. and giving me a "might as well give up now" attitude. its just NOT WORKING. all the jibes about cypress college? SO not working. if these are motivational tactics, i'm not seeing it. if they arent, WHAT THE HECK ARE THEY DOING?! gahhhhh. parents.

so anyway. rant over. but i think i'm gonna go take a nap now. i was up wayyyyy too late last night. thanks a lot jackie. 4 hours of sleep, just aint cutting it. nap time!

sour milk, sour mood

never before in my life have i tasted sour milk.
it is DISGUSTING.
and i had just opened the milk. its not like it had sat in our refridgerator forever and i wasnt being careful-- NO, i OPENED IT, then took a drink, then gagged and choked and spat (luckily i got to a sink first). milk never goes bad in our family..we go through two gallons a week, STILL, minus two children. so i've never had that pleasure before today.
but i guess it goes along with my mood. my mood of sour everything. who thought college applications were a good idea? (so what if they are? let me have my moment!) and school. the source of all evil. forget about money-thats like fairy dust comparatively. evil things like tests and homework and brainpower. why can't we all turn to mush? i dont see a problem with that. (like i said, let me have my moment) mushy me. sounds good. lets go with that, kay? no more school, no more applications, no more stupid people, no more headaches....that would make life somewhat wonderful, dont we think?
yes.
yes it would.

a new day

is today. day two of my blog. my how time flies.
tuesdays are really bad days. who thought of putting mutual on top of that? the first day after the FIRST day of the week with really no hope for the end. friday seems so far away, with wayyyy too much work to be done in between. so between being overloaded with homework, going to mutual, and no end in sight, who can help but be depressed? its just not a happy day. but then i feel sorry for tuesdays. because who likes them? its like the kid in your english class that just has everything wrong--the ratty clothing, the greasy hair, the pimply face, the too-shy-to-look-at-you demeanor. poor tuesday. and its obviously nobody's favorite day of the week. theres just no way for it to be. no upside, no silver lining. unless, by some lucky chance, tuesday gets to be your birthday day or the day of your first kiss. or the day of your wedding, or the day of your child's birth. and later, those turn out just to be dates and numbers, hardly even remembering the fact that it was tuesday that helped you push that baby out of your body. but really, thats nothing to do with the merit of tuesday itself. it is really just the luck of the draw there. there are seven other days of the week in which those things could happen...so normally, tuesday is just the sad, lonely, depressed day that everyone has to live through to get on with life.
and so it is today.
my tuesday adgenda:
4:09 am. alarm goes off.
4:19 am. alarm goes off.
4:29 am. alarm goes off.
4:39 am. alarm goes off.
4:49 am. alarm goes off.
4:55 am. roll out of bed.
4:55 am. (and here the time changes, back ten minutes, because i set my room clock ahead ten.) stumble into the bathroom.
4:56 am. pick at face.
4:57 am. decide i dont need a shower(actually just too lazy).
4:58 am. pick at face.
5:05 am. scrub face.
5:11 am. makeup.
5:25 am. jeans, sports bra, t-shirt, sweatshirt, sandals.
5:29 am. make eggs.
5:35 am. brush teeth.
5:40 am. pack backpack.
5:41 am. out the door. pick song on itouch while walking. dont drop it.
5:49 am. walk in church door, lead song in seminary(because i'm chorister like that)
6:40 am. get outta seminary. drive to school
6:50 am. run to class.cuz dumb karns starts earlier than zero period does.take test.
7:53 am. get out of zero, walk with jeff to first.
8:11 am. fall asleep in first period.
8:51 am. jeff walks me to chemistry.
8:58 am. laugh all throughout chemistry with hollysmith.
10:02 am. sit in stupid markles class with stupid jewboy behind me
11:20 am. make fun of devon and listen to murders and suicides in forensics.
12:11 pm. schools out! go to parking lot with jeff.
12:30 pm. come home. check on mom and her broken foot. makes flowers from jenna pretty. try and keep mom sitting down for more than 5 minutes. internet. blog. homework. etc.
7:00 pm. primary halloween party put on by youth. (UGH) face painting.
9:00 pm. (hopefully) bed.

tuesdays. poor poor tuesdays.
"sunday's on the phone to monday. tuesday's on the phone to me."
---the beatles, she came in through the bathroom window.

i just realized

that cycles never end. here i am, awake at 1130 at night, doing homework, and still not being finished, when i spent from 1230-400 doing pretty much nothing. i slept. i ate. i facebooked. i texted. i talked on the phone. when does procrastination end? i am so dog tired right now. i see why i spent a lot of my afternoon sleeping. (plus my mother's bed is like a sleep inducing vortex. you touch that thing and theres no going back. you're officially on the dark side.) i swore to myself i was going to be better. i swore to myself that this year i would change. but all that thinking and hard work? did abso-freaking-lutely nothing. i wonder--is it that i dont want my cycles to end? i'm definitely not happy doing it this way. but would i be happier the other way? sleep is always good. and obeying parents brings a lot of peaceful days. arguing does take a lot. (dont tell them i said that) but i dont know that i have the strength to break free from the habits that i've always had...and from the looks of it, always will have. huh.
speaking of habits. i can see this is going to be a bad one. but, what can be done?

A little about me.

i love to laugh.
i love to learn.
i burp.
i love the ninja turtles.
i'm a white girl through and through. none of this inside out oreo nonsense. i'm pretty daaaang white.
i'm mormon. and i love it.
i hate to capitalize. so if that's bothering you, get over it.
thats my favorite phrase. "get over it"
i'm a hopeless romantic. and i think its pathetic at the same time.
i love my iTouch. dont know what i did without it.
i'm pretty good at everything i do. not super good, but just good enough.
i've definitely had my rough patches.
i love the sound of the ukelele.
i meditate. (seriously)
i love all animals. unless they piss me off.
i'm quick to temper, and like to hold grudges
my trust is not easily given
i should be doing my homework right now.
procrastination is my friend. and enemy.
i can't wait to get out of this town, county, state.
i dont believe in english classes. i speak the language, i know the language, let me test out of it or something!
i hate math
i LOVE SCIENCE. my one true love is chemistry, at the moment.
i'm a picky eater. in fact, i dont really like anything..some things i crave, but thats about it.
i'm always tired. symptom of my anemia.
meat kind of disgusts me. i wish i was a vegetarian, but then my doctor would yell at me...like she already did.
ive never broken anything, never gone to the hospital, never been terribly sick, never afraid i was going to die
i've never had anyone die in my family either
i really like african tribal music
i use limewire (so sue me)
i work at a veterinarian hospital
i hope to work at joannes (that discount would be wonderful)
i love my two black labs--including the one who eats poop then licks my hand. and then eats my text books and makes me pay for them. and eats socks then makes me clean up his puke. oh wrangler.
i get stressed very easily, and when i do, its best to steer clear, or make me laugh
i want to be able to run without stopping for at least three miles (i'm a fatty-can't even manage one)
the real part that bothers me about running is the breathing
i HATE the stupid spam messages that ask me if i want to enlarge my .. male genitalia
i tend to let things go than stick with them until the end
and now i'm sick of writing about myself.
and really have to do homework.

becca out!