Sweet.

"Dear Becca,
I'd like to personally thank you for switching to low brass. You are one of the SWEETEST people I know and I think you make a vital part of the low brass family. I hope you had as much fun as I did this year and I hope next year will be even better.
Love Shane"

"Becca, you're such a SWEETHEART. You're gulible and you give into peer pressure too easily, but you're a SWEET person." -Alli

"... And Becca, I think that you're just... such a SWEETIE." - Gretchen

Do you know what "SWEET" means? It means that you can't think of a better adjective because you really don't know the person all that well. "SWEET" is a cop-out.

What does that say about me if the only thing people can say about me is that I'm "SWEET"? I mean how many adjectives are there in the english language? And that one word is just stuck to me like glue.

Well. That's my whine of the day. Thanks for tuning in.
Love, B

*Head Explodes*

So since I have no friends and the only person I talk to is my little sister I think I'll rant to the blog. 1 word to sum up how I feel right now? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! First off aren't Christians supposed to be nice? Isn't community supposed to be important? Because it sure doesn't seem like it, my first week at bishop ready has been absolutely terrible because no one bothered to talk to me except 1 girl, I got a couple "hey new girls" but that's about it, walking in the hallway by yourself while everyone else has friends they've been with since they were born sucks. It made me miss Bradley more, people actually talked to me at Bradley. So on top of hating my teachers I was also on the verge of tears today missing Bradley. The French teacher's a, pardon my french, Bitch. The rules at the school are ridiculously strict, the people are rude, the cliques are worse then in teen novels, and the uniforms are ugly. So why do I stay? you might wonder. because I have to, I'm not going to get into a good college through ecot. The sad thing though is I don't know if this will even help because stupid teachers grade stupid, my french teacher made me take a test Friday over stuff I haven't learned, she promised me that I could leave blanks if I didn't know things and that she wouldn't penalize me for it, that it was just to see where I am. Yeah she graded it, like a nazi on top of that. I repeat Bitch. She also made me take a quiz the day, yes that's right, THE DAY I started. Oh and finally to top off this wonderful sundae of crap, is the rancid cherry on top, the fact that I haven't seen/talked to any of my Bradley friends in forever.

Me ^

Bleh, sorry needed to get that off my chest.

6- Word Memoirs.

So I guess, people were challenged to write their life stories in exactly 6 words. I decided to try it and found that, I can't decide!! so here are 23 of my 6-word memoirs :)
Spending my days learning to live.

Starting to wonder where he went.

Did you know I’m not happy?

I tell myself stories. Damn amused.

Why can’t we just be friends?

I’m just addicted to the past.

Me. You. Let’s do this thing.

Can you stop yelling? Thank you.

Loving him meant leaving me behind.

I didn’t say I love you.

Remember the Old You? I do.

I mostly wish, more than anything.

Lost: Faith. Please Return. Will Wait.

Never got back to that. Sorry.

Lonely Girl Seeks Love. Respond Soon.

I don’t know. Leave me alone.

I’m kinda glad you have him.

Unrequited Love: Story of my life.

Who needs homework? Oh, my GPA.

Girl without Rhythm joins Marching Band.

Good at Lying. Nobody really knows.

Stay out of my room, please.

I don’t like Me that much.

Dear August,

I don't like you very much, you aren't a very fun month. Actually you kind of suck. In August every who does something in highschool, sports, marching band, etc is busy with that something. School starts in August which usually means stressing and sleepless nights. Unfortunetly this year it means once again we're running out of time to get the school situation figured out. It also means that I'm missing out on everything that made up my old life. Summer is coming to the close so those of us whose summers didn't live up to there expectations get to reminice on that not going as planned. People just aren't in a good mood when it's August. Not to mention the lack of holidays in August, what are we supposed to celebrate? We're Americans we need an excuse to eat! People don't blog in August either apparently. So you can see why I don't like August.
Sorry if I hurt your feelings but somethings had to be said...

Hate,
Olivia

Scarecrow or Superman

Ok, so I was watching Batman Begins: epic movie if you can get over the fact that George Clooney isn't in it.
I had a mini-freak out when i saw Dr. Crane (A.K.A. the Scarecrow) because he looks ridiculously like Tom Welling who plays Smallville's Superman! I was like: That's great, he can be both a good guy and a bad guy effectively!! But as the credits rolled, i learned that it was NOT Tom Welling, it was Cillian Murphy who Abby supposedly likes, but I haven't heard a Cillian-Rant in FOREVER so maybe not so much anymore? Tell me that they don't look alike:

Love and Stuff,

Bzzzzz

This Poem Isn't About Much

Hey, so i think getting that last post off my chest is already helping it to be better :) yay for feeling better! i found this poem in an old diary and thought i should share it--esspecially since it's not in my usual ABCB pattern which gets repetitve. damn it. yes it is. never mind. okay, what ever... I think this is circa August 2010-ish. Probably about Chris... Possibly about people in general. I wish I remembered. Also, it's kinda dark and twisty, but i swear, i'm feeling much better, so it's just, there :)

A Call in the Dark

is anyone awake?
is anyone alive?

i've been living for yesterday.
what a silly little lie.

is anybody home?

is anybody there?

i don't know why,
but i used to think he cared.

can you tell me i'm not alone?

can you hear me cry these tears?

i used to be a person.
now i'm not even here.

The B-est Years?

i'm going through a huge crisis of faith and a huge crisis of self and i wonder why i was so happy back then. i wonder why i'm so unhappy now. i just wish that everything could be the way it was. parts of me wish that when i wake up tomorrow i'm 13 years old again and we're still at memorial. i guess i just like to live a little bit in the past. i'm told that i'm a victim of obsession...

that's from a phantom planet song. remember when they were just about all i listened to? remember when i dated christian deiderich? or when i wrote that sappy poem about Chris's "Ocean Blue Eyes"? how about when i thought i was going to quit band? do you remember the best lunch period i've ever had? the first day of freshman year when we established the sporknife and the sandwhich arsenal.

i remember all these things about i was and i maybe over dramatic here, but give me a break, 'cause the insomnia is rampant and i've gotten maybe 8 hours of sleep over the past 3 days.

i just have this fear that i've already been the best i'll be and life is kinda down hill from here... which is absolutely ridiculous because i'm 16 freakin' years old and probably have about 84% of my life left ahead... but it scares me. should i be scared of life?? geez!

how did i get like this?

all my love and more,
b

Summer!!!

Summmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!

I'm this excited :D