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.

I should probably start reading these...
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