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[4. 12. 06 // @ 6 : 45 pm] |
I'm still trying to figure out this whole Livejournal thing. For a couple of minutes I couldn't figure out how to load pictures onto the website, but somehow I made it work. Here's a picture from the India trip taken in a remote village outside Jaipur in Rajasthan.
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[2. 7. 06 // @ 9 : 12 pm] |
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This weekend is so packed (some of it with great stuff, other parts with not "chores," per se, but something that I have been procrastinating for quite some time). I would like to say that if the right person ever happens to read this, I am sorry. I really wanted to make it work.
I remembered something really random today during English class when I was supposed to be writing an in-class essay (totally bombed it, by the way). When I moved to Mamaroneck in the second grade, my friends were completely different from the friends that I have now. I was quite the tom-boy, using burping as my primary technique for attracting members of the opposite sex. Alex Cowen and Peter Towle were my best friends (they are amazing and we still talk, but we are in no way as close as we used to be). I first learned what sex was from Peter, making the almost-sleepover we had a couple of weeks later very awkward (everything was going fine until we were about to go to sleep in the same bed, and we both freaked out). Andrew Klein and I hung out at lunch sometimes. I remember that we had contests about who weighed the most and whose arm hair was the fullest. I thing that he always won those contests, but I was a close second. Jamie, Stef, Michelle and I went to Becket, and we ate an entire jar of pickles in only one sitting. I think that I learned most of what I know in elementary school. There was so much time to read and explore in the playground. I guess I'm just thinking about going off to college and it's scaring me.
I hope that you (whoever you are) have a wonderful week and weekend and life and everything. I really mean that. Life is too short to waste a moment. And don't say you'll do something later because you think that you'll get another chance at it.
Love,
Becca
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[2. 6. 06 // @ 5 : 54 pm] |
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Um..........................Lizzie speaks a whole new language that she calls "DORK."
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[2. 6. 06 // @ 12 : 03 am] |
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Today I went to the beach with Kelsey. I love it that I have done absolutely no homework this weekend. For those of you who have not been to the beach during the winter, it is really cool (pun intended). You can't (correction, you shouldn't) swim, but sunbathing and gossipping are still possible activities. It was rather sad, though, when we had a chance pajama encounter with Toby. Oh, man. Sign. Exhale.
Sorry that this entry was extremely parenthetic (within the entry and also in the scheme of life). With luck, this livejournal will falicitate lots of otherwise improbable social interactions so that next time I'll write about the night I didn't remember.
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| The weekend, Marcy's sock, Valentine's Day, and Tatoos |
[2. 5. 06 // @ 11 : 45 pm] |
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It's 11:45. I really should be asleep, but instead I type words that few will read. This weekend was interesting. Dad's 50th birthday party. Marcy and Lizzie came, and we hung out afterwards. I would just like to say that it is pathetic that teenagers in the suburbs must "tool around" Mamaroneck on a Saturday night for fun. We should be partying. We should be having promiscuous sex! We should not be burning fuel in a Volvo driving in circles around the manor, laughing every time we saw Hudson in his car doing his nasty business. The highlight of the night should not be Marcy showing her sock and its contents, it should be taking the next step and at least smelling it!
To tatoo, or not to tatoo? That is the question. During Shakespeare the other day, Toby brought up a very valid comment. I draw a blue star on my cheek almost every day. It looks good. Should I tatoo it on? There are several arguments for and against this scintillating prospect. Pro: I would save minutes in the morning because I would not have to draw the star on every day. The result...more sleep. Con: I would never be able to be buried in a Jewish cemetary. Shit, even though I'm atheist and want to be cremated when I die, the whole idea of being shunned by one's own people might be a little much all over a bit of blue ink sitting in my dermis.
If you have an opinion on whether I should tatoo (hypothetically), please post a comment, my three friends.
Count Choculla signs off!
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[1. 14. 06 // @ 11 : 02 pm] |
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I have always wanted to put a cupcake recipe in a powerpoint for science research.
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