Imagine that

An imagination is the pathway to oblivion. It's like a free magical drug in your brain that you can use at your own discretion.

When you're bored, lonely, scared, or just feeling the hate of the world, it can open up worlds of fantastic dreams that can take you away from reality, into a place where the impossible is possible.

The imagination creates things. Anything. When people say "Oh, well the sky's the limit" I just want to smack them because, hello didn't your history books ever tell you about that man in space. The sky was never the limit.

The imagination can create a best friend or a funny memory. It can yank your brain right out of it's body and pull it along in an epic quest to save the prince/princess. It can lead you through wonderland, with the sheer knowledge it's leading you to your death.

The imagination is my best friend.

Scenarios where having an imagination is extremely vital:

1. Long Car Rides
2. Long Lectures
3. Any kind of lecture
4. When adult figures are speaking
5. When talking to someone you hate
6. Art
7. Projects
8. When you have a 3 page paper due in 5 hours and you need that extra boost of inspiration
9. When you need a post subject when writing a blog
10. When your parents won't let you have a hedgehog because illegal in your state
11. Church
12. While sitting in Jail

Speaking about the imagination and art:

Meet Adam Wallacavage, He is the coolest guy I know. My parents are best friends with his sister and family, and my family has grown up hanging around them.  He's this amazing artist that makes these bangin chandeliers that can only be described through the whimsical world of (can you guess) the imagination.

Go watch this video, NOW

http://www.alterstreet.com/a_episodes/Episode%20002%20-%20Adam%20Wallacavage/epMaster.php

Favorite Quote for the Day:

I don't have a dirty mind. I have a sexy imagination.

I apologize...

Sorry I haven't been on in a while... I had a laser tag party, SATs, a craft show, and a lazy day. Miss me?

Anyhoo today's a sick day. You know those mornings where you wake up all, "echblechenle" but you think "You'll feel better soon, it's just morning ich". So you hold out and go to school.

Then you get to school and it hits you, that you still feel like you got dragged underneath the school bus, while it was raining and minus 2 degrees out side, then you got dumped in a mud puddle.

That's basically the start and end of my day. I've got this nasty nose/head/congestion thing that's giving me shivers.  So I'm sitting there, and I'm trying not to show I'm sick but what what I see is totally different to how other people perceive me.

 

Because as soon as I walked into school, my class stopped and went, "Are you sick?".. The aftermath of that sort of went with "Go away, no one wants you here, you're gonna get us all sick, LEAVE!"

 

The point is, how do other people perceive you.

 

I don't know about you,

but my voice sounds like a duuuude,

everything will be alright if I never ever moooove,

What if I have to pee?

 Or sneeze or cough or  puuuuke?

Everything will be alright if, I can just make it to the

bathroooOOOOoom. BathroooOOOOOoom.

 

Ok well that was off topic. What I was trying to say was

"I don't know about you, but I love to people watch"..

 

It's my favorite past time. I play this game where I sit in the coffee shop and give everybody that passes a name, a story, and a personality. I also play the game where you play future me... For instance. Say this..gir- no...bo- no...person was walking by.

 

 

 

So I would go:

 

This is me in about 10 years. I was so sick of living the refined society life, that i skipped town and reconstructed my face so I would be unrecognizeable, but the surgeon messed up. Then I ran off and joined a hippie colony where I've been living for the past 3 years. During those three years I grew dreds, sang to a whale, saved the gecko speckled leather bellied fish, and made this awesome rasta cap. Today is my one day out of the colony, and I decided I was craving a caffeinated beverage.

 

So that's how you play. But the funny thing is, how does that...person... perceive....itself...??

 

There's nothing I wouldn't give (not true I totally wouldn't give up netflix...everything else is okay though), to spend one day in another person's brain, just to see how other people see me. I'd give (almost) anything.

Unsatisfied

Girls are never satisfied. It's a part of our design, our DNA. We're constantly striving for greatness, and even when we attain it, it's never good enough. We're never content with who we are.

We struggle, and we try to make ourselves better through a plethora of materialistic things like makeup, gyms, diets, high heels, clothing, liposuction, breast implants, face lifts, shaving, waxing, and a couple of things too horrible to even mention. Why are we never content?

Guys are always content, but that's not really taking into account that a guy can go to bed and wake up looking even better than he did the day before.

Girls on the other hand, struggle in the morning. Have you ever had one of those days where you stumble your way to the bathroom and all you can see is

This is my morning every morning. Of course my first reaction is to splash alittle morning freshness on my face, so all my makeup smears down my front with a look that can only be described as horrifying.

It's hard being a girl. We do so much, and for what? FOR WHAT? Guys can look at you and go, "You look nice today", when you actually look like that guy from Kiss. And all you can do is look at them and say,

"I look like the Joker"

 

.... and walk away.

 



Girls don't look nice for guys, even though that's what they think. We, girls, look nice for other girls. Why is that? It's been this way forever. Guys could actually care less about what the girl is wearing, as opposed to how little the girl is wearing. Girls are the ones who sit there and go,

"Oooh I love her pants"

"OMG what IS she wearing?"

"Is she really wearing that?"

"Is that Armani?"

etc.

We're insecure, and we don't have to be.  We are beautiful, beautiful creatures.

Favorite Quote for the Day:

Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn't help if your ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up.
― Audrey Hepburn

In 20 years...

So there I was, having a very normal, relaxing day.

Granted my brain was suffering from acute boredom, but that was nothing that couldn't be cured with a little English Class. I absolutely adore English. The creative writing, the expressive gestures, the intense plots interwined throughout literature. It makes me cry, I'm so happy in that class. Anyway, our teacher started this new thing, where she writes an essay prompt on the board, and we have exactly 5 minutes to write as much as we can on said prompt. The minimum amount is 3/4ths of a page. I know it doesn't seem like much, but when you're attempting to gather your thoughts, and your hand's cramping things can get real intense, real quick,

but that's not what I want to talk about. The essay prompt is what really sparked my intense desire to write this post.

Here's what she wrote:

In 20 years I will be...

And it really got me thinking. In 20 years where will I be?

Will I finally make it through college and become that food scientist wearing one of those dashing white lab coats that flatter everyone?

Will I be sweating in the congo, embracing the culture and eating larvae on a stick on a mission trip?

Will I have a family, with a thousand kids all running around? Now if that happened I'm pretty sure it'd go something like..

 
Coral: We still have to name them...
Marlin: You wanna name all of 'em, right now? All right.
Marlin: [points to the eggs on the left side of the nest] We'll name this half Marlin Jr.,
Marlin: [points to the eggs on the right side] And then this half Coral Jr. Okay, we're done.
[Marlin leaves]
Coral: I like Nemo.
Marlin: [Comes back] Nemo? Well, we'll name one Nemo, but I'd like most of them to be Marlin Jr.

 (Except my Nemo will probably be Gandalph, or Frodo, or Matt Smith, or Shang, or Zuko, or Ralph, or Flynn Rider, or Ping, or... well you get the point)...

Will I travel the world?

Will I have accomplished my hopes and dreams?

Will I be an impending midlife crisis just waiting to happen?

Will I still be single and alone with a dozen chickens and a hamster named Peanut?

Will I get to own that volkswagon bug painted like a lady bug?

Will I be successful?

Will I be legendary?

And I realized, after all of this... It doesn't really matter where I am in 20 years. It's the journey of getting there that counts. Maybe I'll finally be able to look Matt Smith in the eye and say, "Hello, Sweetie" (River song is as close to perfection as you can get as a woman), or maybe I'll be a homeless 30 yr old, still living in their parents basement playing call of duty with no ambitions. Who knows? I can only hope, that in 30 years, instead of being boring old Rebecca, I'll be Rebecca 2.0.... Changed for the better. As long as I'm a better person then than I am now. I think I'll be okay.

Favorite Quote for the Day:

The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!



Oh look, Sunday night again.

So, well, it's sunday again. Sunday around the same time I began this blog, exactly one week prior, and wouldn't you know it, I have AP Gov homework that I'm procrastinating from. I've come full circle as the world would say. Thanks to all you beautiful people reading my blog, I've had over 350 page views, which I think's a perrrrrty darn good number for 1 week. That fact that my parents found out about this blog, and embraced it was pretty monumental too.

It's like..

 

I'm not really allowed to be anywhere unsupervised. If you haven't noticed from my posts, I have a sort of ADHD. I'm just really, really bad at focusing. I'll be in the middle of a conversation and completely drift off.

I also get lost really easily. As in I've gotten lost on my way to class, which is right across the hall from my locker easily (I ended up in the basement). It's happened multiple times.

I'm really oblivious and forgetful. I can't tell you how many times I've opened and reopened the fridge forgetting that I've already looked. Or stood there with a pen in my hand going, "I CAN'T FIND MY PEN!" Or... well you get the point. The fact that I still remember this blog exists is a miracle in itself.

I went to the beach with some of my friend's this past summer, and to keep track of me, my friend (well I thought we were friends until she decided to ask the whole class if they wanted to go to the italian festival, and didn't ask me), Marielle, devised a foolproof system. Marco Polo. Everytime I would drift away someone would yell out "Marco!" and I'd have to respond with "Polo." If I didn't, then they'd send someone after me to make sure I didn't  fall off a lighthouse or something.

 

I can make it to the grocery store and back most of the time...and I can also make it to my school (but I have to take the bus route, and make all the stops) Other than that, however, I'm pretty confused...

 

 

The "..." (oh look it makes a face too) symbolizes the lack of imagination and blankness my brain experiences every couple of minutes or so. My mom says it's the sign that I'm a genius and my thoughts are just moving too quickly for my brain to comprehend... I think I'm just slow...

 

You know what they should create? gps stickers. I'd stick them on EVERYTHING! How awesome would that be. You're sitting there, "where's my favorite shirt." So you go to your gps tracker and bam, you find out you're wearing said favorite shirt. And the problem's solved. Harassment free.

 

Quick shout out to Kathryn Shronk whose birthday party was last night!

 

 

 

Favorite Quote for Today:

Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.



Those days...

Today I was laying on the couch with absolutely no plans, no ideas, and no ambitions what so ever. So you know what I did? That's right I walked inside my room, picked out a really cute outfit, did my hair and makeup all nice, and sat back down on the couch with a

Well that was fun!

 

Then I flicked on netflix, and watched about 2 hours of Doctor Who and all of Book 1 of Avatar the Last Airbender (NOT THE MOVIE, the totally awesome super fantastical series). It was at that moment I realized... I have no life. So what did I do? I roused my lifeless body from the couch and opened the fridge, sighed, then opened the cabinet. Seeing nothing I decided to look in the fridge and cabinet again, but nothing new was in there. So I opened the freezer and..

Afterwards, I gave up and made popcorn and settled back down, preparing for  a marathon of Phineas and Ferb. I absolutely adore Doofenshmirtz, from Drusselstein (the land of many goats). As I grabbed my Matt Smith Pillow my little sister made me, my dad walked in:

Dad: What are you doing?
Me: Nothing productive...

Well that was that. He shrugged, chuckled, and went upstairs to take a nap. As I sat there, I acknowledged the fact that I hadn't shaved since the beginning of the school year (the uniforms have knee-high socks, which hide my dirty little secret) so I took a shower. To quote Jenna Marbles "There are those who pee in the shower, and those who lie." Well you can guess where I was going with that. Then I had many deep philosophical thoughts about my life for about 45 minutes. By the time I made it out, the bathroom was one big gas chamber, and my fingers looked like old people. So I took a nap. Ate. Watched more TV, and started writing on this blog. I think I'm going to go play Animal Crossing: City folk, next...if I can get my little sister to hand over the remote....


Favorite Quote for the Day:

I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.

Oh dear...

I feel like that shady looking blob the cat dragged in, ate, and spit back up in a hairball. After yesterday, you think I would've managed to reboot myself back into reality with a spring in my step, and a quip in my voice, but alas my sarcastic mold has cracked and I'm going to have to do some serious repair before I'm up and running again. Literally running, actually. You see, my friend Holly had this brilliant idea that I should join cross-country (why does it seem like all great ideas are you're friend's ideas...?). It's actually an extremely relaxing sport and it's good for the soul, but my gosh, muscles I didn't even know existed are throbbing. After that first practice, man I thought never again, and yet I continued to go to practice...and now I have shin splints. But that's ok, because through this I learned a very, very valuable lesson.
What am I running from?
That's right. What am I running from? I'm sitting there jogging this 3.1 mile course thinking to myself "I am mentally insane...who does this? Why am I running?" Everybody grab a notebook, or paper, or a human, or a wall and right this down. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. Because it can be applied to all aspects in life. Say one day you're walking away from a conversation, "What are you running from?". Or maybe you want to say something assertive and don't. "What are you running from?". Or maybe you're a cross country runner like me, "What are you running from?" When I'm on the course, I pretend that everyone is a zombie...but actually...

Personally, I run from alot of things.

1. Emotionally unstable people
2. Chores
3. My chickens
4. Uncomfortable situations
5. Angry People
6. Murder Scenes
7. Shady alleys
8. My parents (sometimes...most of the time.... just kidding :D)
9. Homework (It's why I started this blog in the first place)
10. Chucky
11. Clowns
12. Horse teeth

But in the end, I realized, "But hey, I run towards alot of things too!"

1. The Holidays
2. Summer Vacation
3. Icecream
4. The last piece of cake
5. The lunch table at school
6. My friends when they need me
7. My chickens (well actually I run after them)
8. Those in need
9. My family
10. My faith
11. Food in general
12. Camping trips
13. Frozen Yogurt stands
14. Concerts
15. Matt Smith (Long live Doctor Who)
16. All things Disney
17. Mulan

And then after all of this occured I came to realize, "Life is a Journey". We're going to be constantly running everywhere, everywhich way. And sometimes, we won't even know which direction we're running. You just have to remember, to always keep moving, and "RUN FOREST!! RUUUUUUN!"


Favorite Quote For Today:

We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.

Quick shout out to VILLA VICTORIA!! WOOHOO CROSS COUNTRY TEAM DOMINATED!! I love you guys!

Also quick thank you's to

• Tiffany
• Alyssa
• Rachel
• And my beautiful, beautiful class

For supporting and helping to promote my blog... I really appreciate it guys, it wouldn't be the same without you.

That moment during an argument when you realize...you're wrong

So, the reason this post hasn't been...well..posted, is actually pretty straight forward. I've been sitting here for about 15 minutes, unable to think up something mildly amusing, with just enough sarcasm to keep you reading. Why am I writing a blog?  Honestly.

I'm just having an off day. I need topic ideas, if you could post some below that would be...helpful. I have too many ideas running around in my brain. I can't seem to catch any of them.

I guess I could do the title, because we've all had those moments when we passionately defend something we soon realize is wrong, and then sit there defending it half-assed because we can't take back our statements that we've already passionately expressed through colorful language and a gesture of expressive hand motions. I believe the expression is, "open mouth, insert foot." Although these moments are embarrassing, annoying, and something to be avoided, the world wouldn't be able to turn without them. Humans need arguments to survive. It's just that simple. We're sick creatures who take pleasure in the displeasure of others.

Think about it. What if you watched a movie where everything good happened to everyone and they all lived happily ever after because nothing bad or mildly amusing ever happened to them. No one would watch it.... NO ONE! It would be like watching barney 24/7 and even that had mild conflict.
What you would watch, however, is a movie where people are having a great time at the beach and then get eaten by a killer shark, and then the shark eats a little boy and his dog and all these fisherman have to go out and find the killer shark (who really is just underfed, it's not his fault humans are invading his home), and then the protagonist's son almost gets eaten by the shark, and then the protagonist almost gets eaten by the shark. Then this protagonist hops in a boat with a man who lost his leg to said shark and hasn't recovered since, and is slowly going mentally insane. Then the man goes mentally insane and gets eaten by the shark as the boat starts to sink with the protagonist inside, and then the shark blows up (the movie I described is jaws... I guess I should apologize for the spoilers, but that we go completely against the point I'm trying to prove). See, people like conflict, they like discomfort, they like death. They take pleasure in it. I take pleasure in it. It's just a way of life. Now I'm not saying that everybody is like this, because there are those few of us out there who are just peppy, preppy, and happy to be alive.

But tell me the truth, isn't this

Much more entertaining than this:

So next time you hit mild or even major conflict in your life, thank the moment, embrace it. Because without it, we'd all be holding hands skipping through a field singing Kumbayah, while the clouds puffed and the fields joined in, in chorus. And that's no fun.

Favorite Quote For The Day:

The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.

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Trauma on Tuesdays

Another day another dollar, as the old saying goes. Of course that wouldn't apply to the poor old me, the only seventeen year old who still hasn't managed to hold down a real job. Not applying might have something to do with it... in any case, my only income comes from chores and cleaning the homes of relatives. It sounds disgusting...

This is how I portray myself cleaning...with those exact facial expressions

But honestly it's a pretty great income. It's ironic that I'm a cleaning lady, considering the state my room is currently sitting in.

 I don't even think I have a floor... but back to house cleaning.

Cleaning houses you really get intimate with those whose house you're cleaning on a deeper level. It's amazing how much you think you know a person...and then you clean their houses. All of a sudden, you can sit there and contemplate their use of shampoo vs conditioner in the bathroom. Or whether or not you agree with their choice for dinner as you scrub out their sink. Of course, there are risks associated with being a cleaning lady, such as:

1. Being permanently scarred
2. You might never see that person the same way again
3. Touching gross, unidentified objects
4. Losing your food, and having to clean it up, along with whatever caused you to lose it
5. Walking in on someone hanging themselves
6. Murder
7. Spending all your hard earned money on moisturizer, as you attempt to bring your hands back to their original, soft, silky form.
8. Never being able to sleep...ever again

But if you weigh the pros and cons, you'll come to see that the pros (having amazing muscles from lugging all your cash around) totally outweigh the cons. So if you're looking at the stunning dress in the mall or drooling over that priceless Yu-gi-oh card, and you have no job. Clean.

Favorite Quote for the Day:

A woman's mind is cleaner than a man's... She changes it more often.

Just another Manic Monday

Today was a fairly normal day, considering it was monday. As you all know, everything weird happens on a monday. If fact, did you know that most suicides are committed on Monday. Let's take a moment of silence, for our fallen brethren...........

On that happy note, I decided that the upcoming Spring Play at my school will be the next topic of discussion. Over the past years that I've been at Villa, we've performed Oliver and Peter pan. I have participated in neither. This year they announced that Annie will be the theme for this year's play. And boom it hit me with a passion that burned my soul. I was meant to play Annie. I can practically feel the part calling to me, "Rebecca, Rebecca, come play  me..." Actually, that's really creepy with just a hint of pedophilia, but you get the general idea. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't act, and I'm absolutely convinced that the part will be mine. Just picture it, little 5 foot Asian Annie, up there on stage, with a curly red wig, belting out the chords to "TOMORROW". It'll be epic, I promise you. To make matters even greater, my whole class is supporting me. In fact, as soon it was announced, Courtney turned to me and said, "You should try out as Annie." So, what do I do? I agree. I mean what else can I do with such a brilliant idea. One cannot simply ignore these Godly callings. Which brings me to my next topic, well not actually because this is where this post ends... awkward.


Favorite Quote: (from my little sister today)

I went to get a donut, but they all had holes in them, so I just got a Boston Creme.

Sunday's Should be for Sitting

Sunday night and when I should be doing homework, I’m writing on this blog. AP government is slowly making my head ache with a pain that can only be described as excruciating. The sweet melody of The Summer Set, however is keeping my spirits alive. Why is their song “Legendary” even allowed? It’s just too beautiful. You know what else is beautiful? My chickens, all six of them: Prudence, Chico, Elphaba, Poppy, Steve and an unnamed chicken we just dubbed, “chicken” (poor thing). Do you ever have those moments where you find yourself saying, “We” even though you are only an “I”. I named my “we” Sybil.

Why do people blog, think about it? Is it merely a rant against the world? A way to express feelings? A form of art? Either way, this blog for me is merely a way for me to avoid doing actual work when I’m bored, and creatively type all those conjumbled thoughts in my head onto a page in an effort to rid them from my mind. So far, it’s just making my hands cramp. I’ve never even read a blog before, they always seemed to be a jumble of words on a page of random nonsense that would cause me to waste two hours of my life I would never get back, kind of like facebook, or pinterest.

Anyways, It’s my senior year. I’m supposed to be interested in colleges and plotting my life together one microsecond at a time, but I can’t seem to figure that out. For the longest time Food Science was the center of my tiny existence, but over the course of a month or two I realized that wasn’t my calling, at least not yet it isn’t. I was thinking of going on a sort of road trip. Convent hopping. I want to do mission work for a year before entering into college, and if I went Convent hopping across America, not only would I experience the American culture at it’s grittiest, I could create stories that’ll last a lifetime. Convent hopping just seemed to me to be the most financially efficient anyways. I guess I should get back to that AP Government. May the Force be with you.


Favorite quote for the day:

Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.

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