Wrong word
Marcos was sooo cute the other day. I told him that I couldn't take him to Austin with me like I planned because Leo said he wants me to come by myself so he can tell me about American Idol and he was like, "What? So ya'll are going to go on a date." Um, no.
So I had to clarify to Marcos that brothers and sisters do not date. That if they spend time together it is called "hanging-out." I mean, I don't want him to go telling his friends or my parents or the pastor or anyone that he couldn't go to Austin with me cuz I was dating my brother. That would not be cool.
Resolved: Don't. Just Don't.
The movie Nacho Libre does not interest me. Noooo interest. Whatsoever. It looked retarded in the previews. And it looked retarded everywhere else it was being advertised. I have never desired to see it and no person could pay me, (and I dare say: even if it were paid to me in half-gallons of mint-chocolate-chip ice-cream), to see it.
But then something came along that changed my mind. It's called peer-pressure. You've probably experienced it once or twice. Its when the people you hang out with seem to always watch movies that you absolutely abhor and insist that you watch them and keep talking about them infront of your face in order to keep you out of the loop until you finally break and go rent it.
So I did. Thanks to Blockbuster. And I know what your thinking, okay. And sadly enough, it's true...I have no integrity. The pressure prooved too strong. I wish I could take it back. For my own self! But I already asked. And Blockbuster does not give refunds on movies you don't end up liking after you rent them.
So anyways, It took me a total of three days to finish it. Can you believe? This movie was so entirely boring and cliche and retarded and debilitating it took me three days to watch it because I had to watch it in spurts. Every time I turned it on I could literally hear my brain cells wimpering unto death as they cried for any picayune amount of intellectual stimulation.
WARNING: Studies show that there is 100% chance of brain damage if watching Nacho Libre longer that 30 minutes at a time. It is recommend by retarded-movies expert, TheBeccaBriefs, to watch in spurts of roughly 10-15 minutes in order to protect the agility of your mind.
Thank you for your time.
One too many flips
I was sooo mad at myself the other day because I kept working on the wrong homework problems. Have you ever done that? Really? Never? "How does that exactly occur?" you ask?
Okay, well, for example, I was working on ch.18 homework, right? The tutor came by my desk and since I still had some questions from ch. 17 I decided to ask him about ch. 17 first; hence the flipping over of the text book to ch. 17 section. With me? Anyways, what ended up happening is that after I was assisted on ch.17, I continued working off the ch.18 list...IN CHAPTER 17. I TOTALLY forgot to flip over back to ch. 18 section!! Wait, I don't think you understand the degree of stupidity that was committed in this rather stupidosity of a moment.....I. WENT. DOWN. CHAPTER. 18. LIST. AND. WORKED. THEM. IN. CHAPTER. 17. BECAUSE. I. FORGOT. TO. FLIIIIIPPPPP. BACK. OVER. TO. CH. 18. AND DIDN'T. NEVER. EVER. REALIZE. TILL. I. HAD. FINISHED. Dummmmmmbbbbbness.
And I do this ALL the time!! WHY O'WHY am I like this? I lose track or something or whatever it's called! I would rather have waisted my life on watching a bad movie than working out problems that I will never be tested on, you know?
The good news-and I'm not entirely sure if it's good news-is that I'm thoroughly accomplished in any area that has to do with the rate and time at which colliding molecules fall if the plug were pulled from a vacuum enclosed space AND the factors of differing specific heat capacities (aside from molar mass) for virtually every element on the periodic table. So if you need help in any of these areas, I would be but obliged. [sniff, sniff]
Who knows?
So my new hobby is creatively hiding my things. Living with four little brothers, especially the toddler, has proven a little more challenging than I thought.
They take everything! Wait, let me re-phrase...CALEB takes everything! Who KNOWS how he finds my stuff?! He takes it then hides it or throws it away or gives it away or chews on it. It's horrible. Its to the point where if I'm missing anything I just go ahead and ask Caleb what he did with it. Of course I can't really have a conversation with a two-year old, so our dialogue consists of gestures that correspond with, "where? or show me?" It's definitely challenging.
Caleb randomly comes up to me and returns my belongings that I haven't figured out were even missing yet. One time he brought me my sunglasses, all mangled, while I was studying. Another time my contact lenses, all dried up, while brushing my teeth. I have a feeling he'll hand me something really important next time like my wallet or ID! Before I leave the house every morning, I make sure I have put my alarm, ipod charger, contact-lense carrier, make-up bag, jewlery box, and tooth brush on the upper most shelf so that he can't reach them. It's exhausting.
To do
So I
really want to see the movie Hairspray, but no one will go see it with me. Or admit they want to see it. I mean, I know it's not going to be my favorite, but I'm curious about it. I liked Grease, so how bad can this one be?
After begging my brother to go with me for about a week he finally gave in, but as we were at the kiosk purchasing the tickets he was like, "Man Rebecca, I really don't want to pay 8 dollars to see this." So of course being the good sister that I am-I have my moments-I released him from his promise and we drove to Hastings in Round Rock. Which turned out to be awesome because they had this 7-up t-shirt that I've been eyeing for weeks on sale for $8.99 when it's normally $17.99. Not a bad evening after all! My new favorite store is Hastings by the way.
Anyways, back to what I was talking about earlier...So my friend Ahmed-after holding him at gunpoint of course-agreed to see hairspray with me instead of Simpsons or whatever was playing at the time. But last minute he "
misteriously" had an emergency or forgot or something and we ended up not going. Hmmm?
So it seems that I'm the only one in the world that really wants to see this movie. I feel kinda sad and uncool (which I'm
not used too-pfff). No matter though. I'll go
by myself. It's not like I've never not done something by myself before(?). I mean, if I can go to the bathroom by myself I can sooo go see a movie by myself. ha! O' o! And then I'll probably go parallel-parking later.
Parallelogy
I would just like to say for the record that I AM the best. The very very best. Parallel parker in Texas. No. In the USA. No. In this continent. No. Still not enough. In the WHOLE WORLD! O' I can't even begin to fully express the depth of my knowledge in parking of the parallel-persuasion.
I'm so good at it that I could make a date out of it. "Man, this
chic is really cocky," you say? No, really. I can see it now: he'll ask me, "where do you want to go Becca on Saturday night?" And I'll reply, "Let's totally go parallel parking!" And he'll say, "Huh?" And I'll say affirmingly, "Oh, yeah. You mean you've never gone parallel parking on a date before? You sooo don't know what you're missing!" And then that Saturday we'll go parallel-parking and I'll show him the geometric sequences and mathmetical-trigonometric identities that go along with going in at the right angle and the dos and don'ts of choosing the perfect quantitative space between cars and so on. The date will be soooo fun and successfull that it will most likely end with a sweet kiss. I could totally pull that off.
I first realized my gift upon getting my liscense for the very first time. I got a perfect 10 on the parallel parking test on my first attempt ever. But then I began to notice that no matter the space (big or small) and no matter the car (Huge truck or little Geo), I was able to snuggle in swiftly between two cars on the very first try. It was miraculous. Tantamount to, well, miraculousness.
I'm thinking of even majoring in it. Possibly getting my doctorates in "parallelogy"-the study of parallel parking-you've probably heard of it by now-and then teach it at the college level. I think people would sign up for it. I really do.
Anywho, I'm a pro needless to say. At parking I mean. Of the parallel type. Now regular parking? That's another story. You'd think if you can do one way you can do the other. But this is most definitely not the case. (If you were wondering). ;-)
Full House
No. Not the show. I'm referring to the "state" or type of "environment" you live in. You've probably experienced it before. Me on the other hand? Well, I grew up with one older brother...which was nice. I realize that
now. And NOW I've inherited 4 little brothers: Merced, Samuel, Marcos and Caleb, from moving in with my Uncle's family for school.
I can honestly say that I don't know what
silence sounds like anymore. Silence? What's that? It's even a challenge to have a daily quite-time it's so bad!! They like to fight, yell, play guns, get eachother in the nads, basically anything loud. They want to follow me everywhere. They've never had a girl in the house, so they look at me with such curiousity as someone might do looking at animals at the zoo. It's kinda funny. I'm gonna go with bittersweet. Yes. That's how I would describe it. There's no silence, but there's also no boredom or loneliness or monotony.
Caleb is the baby of the four. 2 years old. He has my Uncle's personality. Wild. Bubbly. Full of life. He loves to talk and have conversations with you although he's not really speaking english. He looks like a little pill with a sligh pop-out belly, which is beyond me, because he eats
more than I do. His tantrums are so cute!! He tries to really work the guilt trip in us by varying the pitch and frequency of his wails in hopes that we'll respond. But we know better. He loves people. He never had "mommyitis." He's everyone's favorite at church. His different than the rest of us. I mean physically different. We all have black hair, dark brown eyes and olive-tone to our complexion. Caleb came out white, with light-brown hair and light-brown eyes. We tease my uncle about it and say that he's probably the milk man's. He didn't like that. But my aunt thought it was hilarious! Genes are so funny.
Merced is thirteen. He loves Caleb. He loves taking care of him. He'll teach him phrases and words. He's going to be a good father. He also like getting spanked! Yeah, I know. "That age." He's got some smart remarks here and there, but he's a good kid. He's gonna be handsome too when he grows up. I can say that right? I can brag about my cousins good looks right?
Samuel is the middle child. The typical middle child. Always thirsty for attention, even if its negative attention. He does this thing where he will annoy you to death, and then when you get mad at him, he'll laugh uncontrollably. And he'll keep laughing for like 5 minutes. It's fake. It bothers me that he thinks thats the right way to get attention. He eats a lot. His clothes don't fit him anymore. He loves
lucas.
Lucas is that mexican-chili-pepper-and-lime-thing that you sprinkle on your hand and lick. It's grosse, trust me. But he likes it. He's 8 years old and
still sucks his thumb. Does anyone know how to discourage this habit effectively? He has an overbite now. O' Samuel! How much I love him! I worry about him. I worry about his personality and temper. But he's so considerate too. He has a tendency of really
listening to you. It's so refreshing, because he'll over hear your conversations that you didn't know he was listening to and remember details about that conversation. And then when you ask him, "how did you know that I like mint-chocolate chip?" he'll say he heard me talking about it somewhere. He has those little ways that make you feel important and loved. I love that about him. It's a good quality to have.
Marcos is 7. He's the most curious about me. He follows me around everywhere. I sometimes have to say, "Okay, I'm going to change now so you can't come in." It's that bad! He loves to see me put on make-up, brush my hair and see the way I brush my teeth (because I use this an oral-b eletric toothbrush). He made me promise to tell him
everytime I'm about to go to take my contacts off so he can see it. And he loves cars! He knows all the car types (or whatever, you know what I mean). His favorite car is the Dodge Viper. I'll catch him playing cars by himself in his room when he's normally very social. It's sooo cute. He loves mint-chocolate chip ice cream like I do, so we get along great. We have similar tastes pretty much altogether. And he talks way too much, let me tell you! I have no idea where he gets that from [wink, wink]? Couldn't be from
me. I find myself lately zoning out when he's talking to me. I try not to, but it's so hard when he says that same thing in 10 variations. haha. I don't know where he gets that either [wink, wink].
Well, that's my house for now. Definitely the opposite of what I'm used to, but so interesting and different. I love it.
First things first
I just want to get you up to date with what's going on in my life. I will put it into outline form that way there is no confusion. I'd love to write a disortation on the last year, but I know that you wouldn't read that. So here it goes:
1. Couldn't transfer out of Baylor till I paid the rest of my tuition from the previous semester.
2. Baylor holds my transcripts. Transfer not possible.
3. Quit school
4. Got a job full-time as a caseworker for children's medicaid at Health and Human Services Commission in order to pay off Baylor.
5. Got promoted to Administrative liason, earned more money, gave Baylor more money, therefore finished paying them off quicker.
6. February: Done paying Baylor. Applied to school for summer session.
7. Started at TX State
8. Moved in with a relative in South Austin to commute to San Marcos everyday.
...to be continued.
Not gone
Wow. I'm back. It's been a while. More than a while. A whole year out the window. Never thought I'd be in San Marcos. But it's been good. There's been resting. There's been healing. There's been growing. I needed this. My thoughts. I love this. Jotting down what I can remember.
