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Name: Becca
State: California
Metro: San Diego
Birthday: 7/15/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: God, hanging out with friends, going to Starbucks, interior design and other sorta crafty things, going downtown, gymnastics, Running, playing piano, work, the beach, reading
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AIM:  bexterjane
Member Since:
1/15/2005
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| New Beginning. A.Hey All.
This is just to let you know that I am starting a new blog. I promise to post there at least once a wekk. Here is the address:
http://greenbutnotwithenvy.blogspot.com/
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So seeing as how I have not updated since ever, I thought I would start with a holiday earlier than the present one. This photo was snapped/digitalized sometime in the month of October, when Pumpkin Spice Lattes were a novelty and the leaves were turning colors (the Southern California trees choose not to partipate in such a seasonal festivity).
This date night began with a trip to a pumpkin patch where Janie and Al trolloped alongside little kids, eagerly searching for the bestest, orangest pumpkins. However, upon discovering that the patch-owners charged as much as 50 dollars for a large pumpkin, the two spit on corporate greed and instead raced through an inflatable obstacle course. The ride-runner must have been surprised to hear such gleeful shouts of delight coming from two obviously studious, overly-serious college students.
Now reacquainted with their long-repressed childlike side, Janie and Al headed to the local supermarket to purchase two cheap pumpkins and the appropriate carving tools. They took these squashes to the dorm kitchen and began hacking out their brains, i.e. scooping out pumpkin seeds. After some time Jane decided it would be funny to throw pumpkin seeds at Al. She did not anticipate his retaliation, and so ran around the kitchen as he chased her, holding smelly orange goop in his menacing bird-like talons.
Jane and Al decided to carve their pumpkins to illustrate their feelings about this last episode. Jane thought of Al as angry and unnecessarily vindictive. Al thought of himself as a bat (his favorite animal, btw), swooping down on his prey in an unsuspecting moment. The two are seeing the Biola school counselor to work throught the psychological ramifications of this incident. | | |
| Dorm Pictures anyone?
Oh and if you're wondering what the word of the week is, it's "fatuous"
Pronounced FACH-oo-uhs. It's an adjective. The times in my life when I was fatuous are the times that I least like to reflect on. One in particular was when I liked a boy named Drew in junior high and he did not reciprocate the feelings. Rather then accept this discouraging fact, I chose to invite him to the movies and was forward enough to "make a move" and hold his hand through out the entire movie. Shame. Shame.
Anyways, look up the word.
I'd also like to make a shout out to Jami Sall to say I miss you and Happy First Day of school. If I were your mom I would have packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a capri sun and a bag of potato chips in your looney toones lunch box.
(The above couch, which is admittedly cool looking and I assure you, comfortable as it looks was provided by God for only 75 bucks...seriously an answer to a summer long prayer request =) ) | | |
| I'd like to make a public apology for leading a boring and uneventful life. Actually my life isn't that boring. Last night I went to a park for a picnic and live swing music. Last week I went shopping in SanFran, hiking at Yosemite and barked loudly back at the Sea Lions in Monterey. Last month my sister, Jeremy, Alex and I performed a stupendous synchronized swimming routine and won first prize in the fourth of July competition.
So, I'd like to make a public apology for being a boring and lazy writer.
I'd also like to crown my sister, Rachel, the Yoga goddess. She earned this award by loving the asian race (really), and thus supporting Rodney Yee, who has the acrobatic skill of a small tree frogmonkey. | | |
| All Quails are named George...all quail from Illinois are called George GeorgeThe way to a girl's heart is by buying her things...
Watch the video or you will be subjected to the Russian Roulette.
Shopping San Francisco
Liebst du Mich?
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