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.

No passion in music anymore, except maybe one..

I'm sitting here listening to Robert Pattinson sing, and I've decided to write about it. Its rare to come across a passionate artist anymore. I mean, obviously they're out there. But the "mainstream" is mostly a bunch of little kids who, yes have good voices, but lack personality and passion. However, Rob is a different story.

Yes, like the majority of Rob fans, I only started being intrigued by Mr. Pattinson when I heard he was going to be in the Twilight movie. I read the books, I went and saw the movie. The end. Until a friend of mine said, "You have to check out the MySpace interview with the dude from Twilight." After that, I immediately started stalking the poor man and googling his name. I was suprised to find out that he was not only an actor, but a musician as well. And a very good musician.

Robert Pattinson sings with more passion than I have heard in a long while. I don't normally get all emotional and whatnot, but I'll take my chances. When I listen to his singing, I can almost feel the same emotion he is putting into his music. He has broadened my music interests, and for that, I thank him. He is simply amazing. No artist ever has ever almost brought me to tears from listening to them sing. And I'm not saying this because he is clearly gorgeous and I want to have his babies. I really mean it.

I'm adding a link to youtube of him singing, I Was Broken written by Marcus Foster. This, in my opinion, is his best. Especially around min 4:18. Listen. Enjoy. Comment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJcfBmBP8Nk

the Secret Life of an American Teenager

Have you heard of it? A new series on the family channel. I started watching it last season. And as I was watching it tonight, I took notes. (Seriously.) Ok, so its primarly about a 15yr old girl Amy, who gets pregnant by some dude Ricky at band camp. (Stay with me.) Now Amy has a boyfriend, Ben. Ben and Amy decided that they love eachother after like......a week. They want to get married. Their parents, being the smart people they are, say no. So Ben and Amy decide to get fake IDs and elope. Forget the fact that just because you have an ID that says you are over 18, does not legally make you 18. Therefor, you are not legally married. But that's probably because they're only 15 and don't know anything. So, they finally find out they aren't married. Boo hoo...tears ensue. Molly Ringwald plays the mom, and seriously...what the fuck happened to her? I loved her in all her 80s movies. But this? Really? She's horrible. And let's not forget to mention the token Christian girl, waiting to have sex until she's married..who just happens to now be dating the male whore of the school, Ricky. Yep, that Ricky..the one who got poor little virgin Amy preggo. So not we have Jesus freak and Ricky together. And preggo and Ben, who professes his love for her every 2 seconds of the show. How he loves her, and wants to marry her, etc, etc, vomit. You're 15 Ben, what do you know? And then Amy...I never saw a more miserable person. Even when she's happy she looks miserable. Just looking at her makes me want to kill myself. Oh and the twist this season.....baby's daddy father just came into town...and wants to sell the baby.

The point of this post?

I hate this show.

I hope I don't miss next weeks episode.

Dear Blogger,

My first entry. I hope its the first of many. I have been using Livejournal for years but feel I deserve a change. I've been using Livejournal as more of a Dear Diary type of blog. This one is going to be better. Livejournal just seems so.....childish. Now excuse me while I go watch the new episode of Danny Phantom, my favorite cartoon ever. Seriously, a boy who can change into a ghost whenever he wants?! Who wouldn't love that.