Anyways

SO
Today my dad picked me up from school at 11. The Mark had the World Series Trophy tour, and we got our pictures taken by it. It was awesome. We also won a baseball, two tickets, and a hat. (sigh) so yeah.

and I have photo's, but I can't get them to work.

Wow

Today has been SO weird. First of all, school was canceled because two teachers for four of our classes went out of town, and my parents were at work. So I slept in 'till noon. Then I got up, took an hour long shower, ate, and started a load of laundry. BUT with the laundry, things got interesting. I put in most of the load, and I must have added soap and I didn't start it yet, as I had to stain tret a shirt. So then I put the shirt in, added MORE soap, and started the load. Well, the washer didn't like the extra soap, and now it's two feet away from it's original position.
So then I took all my clothes out, sorted them, and put them back in their proper drawers. (I've needed to do this for some time now)

I LOVE being home alone because I can sing at the top of my lungs and no one cares.

Then I lost my brand new purity ring and just found it in the washer. It must have fallen into my demonic load. So now it's all scratched up from the washer being unbalanced.

Then I took a second shower and my parents left again for Marriage Enrchment and I am super bored. BUT my buffalo wings are done, so I'm going to go eat.

Goodbye

My Identity Crisis

I am having an identity crisis. My name is Rebekah, but sometimes I forget.
What are you talking about? You might ask. No one calls me Rebekah! Not that I mind, because I don't, but sometimes it's weird to think that that is my legal name and that is the name on my birht certificate, and the name on my library card.

-First of all, I introduce myself as "Bekah". Many of you call me "Bekah". My teachers call me "Bekah" or sometimes Ms. H, but usually Bekah. A lot of people at school call me Bekah. If you don't know me that well, you tend to ask "what's your name?" I answer with "Bekah."

-Second of all, my closest friends from church call me "Reba" it all started at Max's birthday party when the lady didn't know Krista's name. At school, when I'm with my friend Bekah, people call me Reba, people call her Bertha.

-My good friend Kristen call me Hans Solo. It's because I call her Obi Wan K'newby and she calls me Hans Solo because of MY last name in relation to the actor's name who plays Hans Solo.

-Sometimes people call me Rebound. It comes out of Reba, but it's mainly because I'm tall. April has me in her phone as "Rebound"

-My own PARENTS don't call me Rebekah. It's Bek or Berekah (no that's not a typo) or any endearing term like sweatheart bla bla bla all the mushy names.

-My brothers call me whatever their thinking of at the moment. Sometimes it's Bekah, sometimes goose, sometims silly monkey, or some kind of name that only your brothers get by with calling you.

BUT a Rebekah by any other name would type as bitter-sweet, so I'm going to go charge my iPod and see you all later. No matter what you call me.

-Rebekah

Sorry About the Delay

I am sorry about the gap between my last blog and now. I got busy, lost all study halls, had homecoming, bla bla bla. So my mom canceled band tonight so I could do that homework that I gained with my new schedule, and now I thought I'd update real quick on the way off. SO here's the run-down....
-Homecoming was GREAT.... or funny.... to those who know the whole story.
-I've pretty much decided that Goldie Locks was a brunette. Everyone says blonde, but I take offense to that, considering the fact that we have more hair and are actually quite briallant. Goldie Locks died her hair blonde to throw us all off.
-speaking of that, Why didn't the MOMMA and PAPA bear sleep in the same bed????
-How many pickled peppers in a peck?
-Homework, never heard of it till about a week ago. I hate it. I also hate my new schedule. I never see Dave.
-I am SO glad football season is over. (No offense Obi Wan)
LIFE.... wow