Goodbye Blogger

I've moved back to LiveJournal.

I like the search feature on there. Sorry blogger.com

http://bexx13.livejournal.com/

Not normal.

I haven't felt normal in about a month. Mostly due to my new cyborg arm. I've decided I could live with it, if it could shoot lasers. (It cannot.)

Gross.

So, normal. What exactly is normal? I don't know. You don't know. But in the context I'm using it, I'd have to say normal would be being myself. I have not been wearing the clothes I normally would be wearing. I am not doing the things I normally would be doing. (You get the idea.) All because of my broken bones and this contraption. 

I hate it.

10 more days.

I should have been British

Have you ever been around someone for so long, you start to pick up words they use that you would have never used if not for them? For example, Johnny (yes, I'm going to be cliche and pick the name Johnny) becomes your best friend. You and Johnny hang out every day. Johnny likes to say the word, "rad." At first, you're thinking, "If I hear Johnny say 'rad' one more time..." But then you catch yourself saying it just as much. 

Why does this happen? 

Now for my example, I chose a really lame word. Mostly, just so when I tell you my point I'll sound cooler. Recently, I've been having to stop myself in mid-sentence so I don't use the phrase, "in ages." Example, "I haven't seen that movie in ages!" And everytime I want to say it, I hear it in my head with a British accent. And I think I'm going to stop stopping myself, and use the phrase. Because honestly, its so much cooler than, "in a long time."

The point I'm trying to make? 

I have to stop watching YouTube videos of Robert Pattinson.

In other news, Little Ashes is coming to the Ritz in Philadelphia. I haven't been to the Ritz in ages!

Blogger.com is a phishing website.

So, like many (all) people out there I have a profile on MySpace. Last night, because I have no life other than blogging and basically talking to no one about nothing important, I edited my profile on MySpace for like, an hour. I decided to put a link to this very blog on there. So that, if for some odd reason people actually wanted to read the things I ramble on about, they could. However, MySpace hates Blogger.com and disables the link insisting that it was a link to a phishing website and its not safe. Listen, Tom you need to come to terms that everyone does not want to use your creation for their social networking needs. I mean, seriously, how are the people of the world going to know where to find my words of wisdom now.

In other news, I hate Nicholas Cage.

I don't understand.

How do I find people to follow on here? I don't get it. Why can't I search for topics, and then everyone who writes about said topic, a link appears to go read their entry. Why blogger?! WHY!!!!!!!!!? I should totally work for blogger.com; it would be so much cooler.

I'm back.

First I'd like to apologize to anyone who actually reads this blog. Which, I think I may be the only one. I haven't been updating. I could tell you some amazing story as to why, but honestly its just because I forgot the password. Lucky for you, I suddenly remembered my login information today.

First, let's talk about beer. I hate beer. I wish I could drink it, because seriously who likes paying $6 for a watered down vodka and (insert some juice/soda here)? I sure don't. But I can't seem to stomach the taste of beer, and I don't understand how anyone can seriously drink it because it tastes good. I think all of you are crazy. However, last night I did enjoy some Woodchuck Cider. Which may not be considered beer, but its on tap at the bar and served in a beer glass. Its as close as I'm going to get. Oh, and its the same price as a beer. I love this stuff. I wish all bars sold this, do you know how much money I would save?! I did go to the beer distributor today to check if that had this delicious concoction. And they did! For $33 a case. So I left, sad that I wouldn't be spending my Sunday afternoon relaxing on my back porch drinking some wonderful Woodchuck. Woodchuck...sounds awesome, doesn't it?

Second, my birthday is the 13th. What to do? At what age do you stop feeling it to be necessary to celebrate? I'm going to be 28. And I still feel like I should be doing something. I'm going to round up the same group of friends that I see every weekend. And we're going to go somewhere we've been many times before. And all drink the same things we always drink. Except they are going to say, "Happy Birthday Rebecca!" to me throughout the night. Sounds fun, and you should be jealous.

Third, I officially "work" on the website robertpattinson.org ; I know. I'm embarrassed to tell my friends. But I am so overly excited about this new "job". Maybe I can use it to get a real job, that actually pays me to research information and post it on a website. That would be great, and only in my dreams. But yes, go check out the Robert Pattinson website. All the posts by Rebecca are me, and clearly the best ones. (That was a joke.) Hey, at least now I have an excuse to stalk the man via the internet. Speaking of Robert Pattinson, I am leaving you to go watch him play Cedric in Harry Potter. It comes on the Family Channel in exactly 11 minutes. 

Till tomorrow..

Or later tonight when I realize I have nothing better to do.

Wife Swap

I'm watching Wife Swap. I watch it almost every day. And I just have one thing to say. It's scary how many crazy people there are out there. And the majority seem to be from Ohio. I would elaborate more on why they are "crazy", but I don't feel like it.