I never thought I'd say this...

...but I miss the hectic life of an IB student. Honestly, I'm so bored. I don't know what to do with my life in those hours between classes, CRU, and food. I've been watching waaaay too much TV and Movies via the fabulous internet. I'm constantly on facebook waiting for something exciting to happen. I can't bring myself to read because I think of the books I should be reading for class. Sadly, I miss math. Not because I feel like torturing myself, but to sit there and have actual problems to work through. ALL my homework is reading. ALL OF IT. I have the occasional essay, but even those are few and far between. And generally I have to do really boring reading to write them, so the joy is sucked out of that too. I love Davis, but I kinda wish I had gone to school in a big city so I would have exciting window shopping or something to do. Plus no one hear reads like I do, or what I do. I have yet to find a Twilight reader, no one knows what Brisingr is. I would be surprised if they've worked their way through the Harry Potter series. Honestly, I love it here, but its definitely not a perfect fit.


I also miss acting. Which is weird, because its not like I've been doing it all that long. But nevertheless I do, and of course the Intro to Acting classes are all filled. I can't take Music Theory part II next quarter either, because it conflicts with my real classes.

I hate how this is sounding, because it makes me seem absolutely miserable, and really I'm not. I do like living here, and I've met a lot of cool people. I've even found at least 1 roommate for next year. But that still doesn't change the fact that something is missing.

IB, Band, and Drama nerds of old, this one goes out to you. See ya thanksgiving! I can't wait!

I find I'm developing a Joan Jett Fetish...

Gorgeous song...go look it up

12 Stones "World So Cold" off of their album "Anthem for the Underdog"

It starts with pain
Followed by hate
Fueled by the endless questions
No one can answer
A stain
Covers your heart
Tears you apart just like a sleeping cancer

Now I don't believe men are born to be killers
I don't believe this world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

What kind of world to we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feelings
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

Are you sane? Where's the shame
A moment of time passes by
You cannot rewind
Who's blame and where did it start
Is there a cure for your sickness, have you no heart?

Now I don't believe men are born killers
I don't believe the world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feeling
We're dreaming this life away

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

There's a sickness inside you that wants to escape
It's a feeling you get when you can't find your way
So how many times must you fall to your knees
Never, never, never, never, never do this again

It starts with pain followed by hate
Now I don't believe men are born to be killers
And I don't believe this world can't be saved

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feelings
We're dreaming this life away

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

In a world so cold

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

i'm going to go crazy...

...if I don't get over this cold soon. I'm tired of having to take medicine, I;m tired of constantly coughing and blowing my nose, and I'm TIRED of sounding weird and not being able to sing. My roommates have NO IDEA how I really talk/sing, because this stupid bug is inhibiting my ability to be normal.

In other news, I'm officially a resident of the University of California, Davis, and I think I'm happy here. I'm definitely getting used to riding my bike, and it looks like my whole suit is going to get along. In case I didn't tell you before, I'm not in a normal dorm situation. I'm in an off-campus residence hall, and there are 6 people in a suite (including me). 3 bedrooms, 2 bath, and 1 living room, and I'm really digging it. I have SOOOOO much space. The only problem is our living room is really boring, but we're working on fixing that. Hotel decor isn't really our style. But yeah, call me if you want more details, cuz I really don't know what to put. Plus I want to hear from y'all and see how you're doing!!!

Taboo

I forgot how much i like this show. The first time I saw "Taboo", it was a prison special and it's what first sparked my interest in the art and history of prison tattoos. When I got home from youth group tonight, my dad had fell asleep with it on, and it managed to respark my curiousity. Tonight they are exploring the world of lepers, freegans (basically the modern day scavenger; they live out of stuff and food from the trash rather than purchase them from stores. sound like parasites to me), and the indian rat catcher. Did you know that most lepers are not contagious? And that despite this fact, people who suffer from it are still cast out from their families and society? Or that freegans will actually consume spoiling food retrieved from random trash cans?

Who Would Have Thunk It...?

As many of you, if not all of you, know, I've spent the past 8 months of my life slaving away at Hollister. Succumbing to the allure of a job and quite frankly a steady paycheck, I went against everything I stood for in terms of individuality and self-expression by applying for and accepting a job there. Ever since then, I've done little more than complain about the job, some of my co-workers, the hours, the (in general) poor taste in music, and more.
Now, six days before I head up North to begin my career as a bonifide college student, I end my time as a Model for that 'great' company, and I find my reaction to be bittersweet. Sure, I still think the clothes are poorly made, and that it is rediculous to pay that price for a shirt that will have at least one hole in it after one days wear simply because of the logo emblazoned on the front. No, I will not regret leaving behind the endless hours of Paramore and the like. I will, however, miss the people, especially our managers (yes, even Erika a little bit). They were a good group, and John really is a great guy. While I had gone into this evening fully intending to never look back, condemning my time at Hollister to a minor footnote in the soon to be long, illustrious history of the One and Only Becca, I'm coming to second guess that. It also doesn't help when your head manager (who is by no means hard on the eyes) gives you a hug as you say bye for the last time and tells you to come back as soon as you can. No, I won't use Hollister as a main job next summer, not unless I cannot find work elsewhere, but if John, Vince, and/or Matt are still there next summer, who knows. It would be a nice second job, with the discount and company an extra bonus.
For now, however, this chapter in the book of the One and Only Becca has come to a close.Au revoir John and crew, who knows, we may yet meet again! Duhn Duhn DUUUUH!!!!

So once again, Jamie cons me into getting something

Yeah, soo... This is Becca. Thanks to the wonderful Jamie I went ahead and got one of these. I probably won't update it more than I do my lj, which is to say once every two blue moons.