Sabes donde yo puedo comprar la mota?

I'm in MEXICO!
God it's beautiful, I'm in love with this place. Our condo is right on the beach, the water is beautiful, and I've never had so much fun in my life! The only thing is that everythings v. tainted by America, most people even speak english, and being at the condo place feels like being in America. Maybe I'll post later. If you get bored, call me, I can actually get calls here. I got a drunken phone call last night from Justin Romero. Funny kid.
Love
Bekah

And years make everything alright,

You fall on me for anything you like,
And I, no I don't mind...


So, it's been a year. Officially. And I must say, I'm not sad. Yey for that.
But I am pissed off. Oh well, maybe someday he'll be able to remove his head from his ass and become again the decent person he once was.

On another note, Suburban Legends was amazing! And this time was even better than last time! That is one hot ska band!

Glorieta was ok, I think the highlight was the dance party we unoffically held in our closet sized hotel room. Seeing Danny, Dylan, Blake, Oscar, and Nate dance was probably the highlight of my life.

So here's a great new pickup line: (holds up a condom and says:) "would you like to tear here?" (pointing to the dotted line).
oh god, we have too much time on our hands.

"I caught you a delicious bass"

"why??? why did u spit on my mom?????"
"she was asking for it i swear!"

"mmmm this is like heaven in a cup!!!!"
"well you're heaven in a cup!"
"wait... what?"

"Am I just a pawn in your little game?"
"No, you're not a pawn, your like... a knight."
"I don't want to be a knight, I want to be the castle"
"Ok fine you can be the castle"
"Actually I want to be the queen."
"Ok fine be the queen, this is the dumbest conversation I've ever had."

"What do you want?"
"A medium rootbeer"
"I HATE ROOTBEER!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Why?!"
"I just do ok"
"God, you hate everything"

Holy crap, for a second there I thought my boobs fell off, but it's ok, crisis diverted, they are O.K.!

I'm so glad there was a snow day today! I hadn't done like half the things i was supposed to do... its still snowing too! I went outside today and the snow was up to my knees. Pretty crazy! I was super pissed I didn't get to go into town though.

I hate those boys who break girl's hearts and have never been hurt by anyone.

Vrei sa pleci dar nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma iei,
Nu ma, nu ma, nu ma iei.
Chipul tau si dragostea din tei,
Mi-amintesc de ochii tai.

Graduation countdown: 2 months 7 days! frikin crazy stuff!

*sigh* my love has left me and now I too must depart...

Let's party it up!

There's been times, I'm so confused,

All my roads, They lead to you
I just can't turn, And walk away...

It's hard to say, What it is I see in you
Wonder if I'll always, Be with you
But words can't say, And I can't do
Enough to prove, It's all for you.


"I like that hat on you"
"I like me on you"
“That’s NOT funny!”
“Oh my god! YES IT IS!”

“Christianity ruined Jesus for me.”

“You act normal, but I know you're crazy up there.”

“You look like a mix between the girl from the ring and someone really hot, that's hot."

"Oh my god! You're crazy! …that's hot"

“ENCOURAGEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I really did think about you all day yesterday”

“I’m pregnant with his baby, it was conceived five minutes ago in a cemetery, it is now 7 cells and its name is Dennis Danger Dennison, a.k.a. ‘Dangy.’”

“Don’t touch me! I’m pregnant!”
“Wow I wish I could use that excuse”

“We're friends cuz we think alike and lovers cuz we're attractive.”

“Happiness is the temporary reward for your current flexibility.”

“.NOR EVEN EVIL NAMED EYE DE MAN LIVE NEVER ON.”

“Wait a second…. ‘Focass’?”
“What?”
“Isn’t it spelled ‘f-o-c-u-s’?”
“It’s a lot funnier when you pronounce it ‘FOCKASS’”



What can I say?
I’m tired of drama. TIRED OF IT!
I’m also tired of school. I found out that Seniors get out the first week of May. The makeup for the snow days are on May 26 and 27, MUAHAHAHAHAHA! That means that Fourth Quarter will be like a month long.
I really don’t have anything important to say. Everyone else has been really profound this week, and it’s so sad that lives have to end and that friends have to be lost. I feel too bad about that to complain about anything really…

“Tell me when you’re going to let me in, I’m getting tired and need somewhere to begin…”

Ohhh well. Obladi Oblada life goes on.

I’m super stoked about Suburban Legends! I’ve fallen in love with Keane. I don’t know what I would do without my music.

I’m quite happy I must say.

“Is this the place I’ve been dreaming of??????”

Happy Birthday Lisa! Yey! The BIG 18!

After having the flu for the past week I don’t know how people can be Bulimic. Throwing up is so gross, and to force yourself to do it?! I don’t need to worry about eating disorders, I don’t have the will power to be anorexic and I don’t have the stomach to be bulimic.

Since I have nothing of any real importance to say: Goodbye for now.

I'm dreaming 'bout those dreamy eyes...

So, this is what it feels like to know I've ruined everything...


Not to be melodramtic but I think I'm going to cry.


It used to be that whenever I'd hear that people were being shitty and talking crap, I'd get really mad and angry and trash talk them, blah blah blah thus continuing the cycle. And I still do that to an extent, but now it makes me just incredibly sad.
sad.
sad.
sad.
I guess maybe I don't tell the people I care about that I do care about them? Is that it? Do I just expect them to know? I think I do just assume... And I guess I just am that selfish and bitchy and martyrish acting... Maybe I should work on that.
Here's a start: some blog shout-outs,
Emily: I heart you sooo much, you're my *Favourite Constant*, and I'm sorry I was unclear tonight, but oh my god, I'm so glad you weren't kidnapped or anything! You are definately one of the bestest friends I've ever had, you're so unselfish, and so amazing, I'm so lucky to know you. If you ever need anything, please please ask me.
Claire: I'm sorry I'm selfish. I'm sorry you feel like I was a terrible friend. I honestly never felt like I asked you to do anything that I wouldn't have gladly done if you had asked me to do it. I never used you to get Ben. I always tried with you, I know you think I didn't but I really did. I made you mixes and called and asked if you were ok, I bought u food when you didn't feel well, I invited you places. I TRIED. But I can't read your mind. I'm sorry I don't like being yelled at or being called selfish (even if it's true), I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but there comes a point when I just don't know what to do.
Erin: I know we don't hang out very much, but when we do I always have fun. I love talking to you about books and about weird ass shit. You're such a cool person, and I love how independent you are! I really want to go with you to a rave, it sounds like so much fun. Can you remember when we were in third grade...? It seems like yesterday.
Marj: Thanks for being such a great friend, we should hang out more, I know we're both so busy and stuff but who else will paint angry pictures with me on Valentines day?
Ayla: I know you're not reading this. And even if you were, I don't think it'd make much of a difference what I said, you'd probably just get mad and say what a bitch and a skanky whore I am. Not that I'm denying being either. I'm sorry that we're not friends anymore. I'm sorry you don't need me. Sorry for me anyways. I think I knew you pretty darn well, can't you see why I was so worried about you??? I can't even remember what I did to ruin it all. Not being friends with you anymore hurt way more than Zach and I breaking up ever did. I'm sorry it had to end this way.
George: Thank you kiddo for being such a great friend and putting up with me! I heart you, and I love hanging out with you. You're one of the smartest and wittiest people I've ever met, I love talking to you about music and politics! There's never a dull moment when with you. Let's go get tea (or not whatever).
Lisa: I know I haven't seen you much lately, but you are one of the most intersting people I've ever met. Your stories always make me laugh and I am for ever in your debt for introducing me to the world of Alex Maryol. Lets go see him! He's playing at Bluecorn like ever saturday for the next four weeks!
Vanessa: Thank you for being my atheistic religion buddy. I think it's great that you're so unconcerned with what other people think, that you are so incredibly independent and that you are so strong.

Ok that's enough for now.

Anyways, I saw Alex Maryol play yesterday, that was super exciting! He took a break and was smoking a cigarette at another table, and I look up, he's looking at me and says: "Hi, thanks for coming". I can't even remember what I said... But I know I turned bright red and probably replied with something along the lines of "eerrraaaayerrr...." or something else equally intelegent. Then I bought a CD and he signed it, and he told me he liked how my name was spelled and if I'd seen him play anywhere else? Seeing him at Bluecorn was better than on the Plaza or at El Farol. I just wished I could have danced... I didn't get to dance.




Since I like quotes...

"I'm spooning with ben. I don't have anything to think, will you help me out? I'm sharing a bed with three boys right now. Should I take ecstacy?"
"(You know inside I'm seething right?)"

"You're going either way, but the outcome is entirelly the result of how well you behave."

"We are going to strap them to cactuc's and hire a large man named Tank to butt rape them."

"... and I can just see you running down the road."
"Then he'll make some crack about a 400 mile leash."

"It's better to be a procrastinator than to be an over achiever because if you weren't procrastinating you'd be trying to do too many things all at once."

"Nobody expects the spanish inqusition."

"I see his dad every Sunday at church, and he prays SO hard! And I think to myself, what is he praying so hard for??? Then I remember, he's George's dad."

"I don't love you but I'm going to fuck you until someone better comes along."

"My stupid mouth has got me introuble, I've said too much agian..."

"How can you hate him?! He's my future husband!!!!"
"YOU, TOO YOUNG!"

"You need to stand there like you're really really hot."

"I don't like Dions! It's a coporation!"
"You work at ColdStone and drink Starbucks!"
"But I don't give them money!"


I graduate in exactly three months.

I don't know how I feel about that.

I'm v. tired.
Merry 21 of February to all, and to all, A good night.

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say,

I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way…


Is it true? Do I care?
Honestly, you can try to wipe the memories aside,
but it's you that you erase
'cause there's no place that I could be without you… honestly.



Valentines day does not exist.



That said,

I painted a very morbid painting if I do say so myself. That’s what a Hallmark day will do to you. I hate Corporate America, they make us feel terrible and guilty and sad and depressed so that we’ll spend money. Damn bastards.
I have my next three weekends planned out, how sad is that? First thrifting in Albuquerque, then a secret excursion to ***** while wearing the clothes obtained from thrifting, then wearing the clothes from thrifting in order of decades (i.e., at 6 clothes from the sixties, at 7 clothes from the seventies, at 8 we’ll go eighties style, etc). Then it’s Glorieta and more thrifty clothes wearing and SUBURBAN LEGENDS (!).

I want a flapper dress. I think I need a dress-up day. I feel like dressing up and being fancy. God, this is what quitting drugs does to me….

“I’m not one to talk about people behind their backs but I’ve done so much for her, she’s such a bitch and a skanky ho”

Yeah well, you know what? I’m not one for acting on my urges to stomp on certain people’s faces, but for you I might have to make an exception.


"I GOT TWINS! This one plays chess (and that's hot) and that one doesn't do anything, but his brother plays chess, and that's hot."

"Mike has really nice abs Bekah, feel them..."

"Life is... like a box of chocolates, there's one good one and the rest taste like crap. Thats my theory on boys too."

"Ob la di, Ob la da, life goes on..."

"She's a crusty bitch."
"Wow, you've been hanging out with Bekah too much."

"My theory on girls is like... mangos, they look really good, seem really good, and taste really good, but I just can't eat them."

"Enough talk! Let's make some ART!"

"When I was little I went up to my grandmother and bit her butt"
"Why?!"
"I don't know."

"It's so cold here!"
"It's so hot here, I'm just wearing boxers."

"I heart you"
"I heart you more"
"Prove it"

"You shouldn't have said that, she's going to hit you later."
"I hope she does, I'd enjoy that."

"You're going to be a gay man and a feminist by the time that relationship is over."

"I hate the dirty looks people give you when you buy condoms!"
"Yeah, especially if you're so obviously a lesbian and buying them."

"Do you keep a list of how many boys you've turned gay?"

"I'd have to be really drunk to dance with you if you were dressed like that."
"Well then I guess you'll just have to be really drunk."

"Don't you think that you need somebody? Everybody needs somebody."


kisses
xoxoxo

Butterflies and Rainbows

Where'd you wanna go to
With nothing beside you
But webbing and curfews and rain?
And everything that hurts you
Is locked up inside you
Like butterflies with wings
And other perfect things



I've been noticing how incredibly whiny I am lately. I'm even whining about being whiny.
What have I succumb to?
Ohhhh well, we’ll all float on.
Anyhow, this week was rather uneventful. Monday started off O.K. and I got consistently more and more blah feeling as the week went on. By Thursday I was ready to cry and I think I might have, but that night was great and I was in a really good mood till half way through first period on Friday.
The weird thing is I have absolutely no reason to be unhappy. Everything is nice and dandy and fine, not exceptional, but nothing bad has happened… no one has died or anything… I just get in these really weird stages of being so incredibly unhappy. Weird...
They wouldn’t let me give blood, apparently my heart beats like twice as fast as a normal person. I’m soooo weird! I told my dad and he got all freaked out and was like “you need to go to the doctor!” but FUCK NO I’m so darn tired of doctors and them attaching electrodes to me and doing ultrasounds and putting me in big white tubes. So now he comes up to me randomly and takes my pulse and then is like “It’s still twice as fast as mine” or “well it went down to 98 that’s a little better”.
Next time something’s wrong with me I’m going to not tell anyone.
Sacre bloody bleu


“You know, if you were dead you’d be skinny”

“Then she walked out wearing only the bell boy’s shirt and grabbed the condom out of my hand”

“Oh my god! You could be an anti-drug commercial!”

“Sometimes I sleep in pot”

“Oh my gosh! He has a lock on the outside of his door! His parents lock him in his room!”
“What if there was a FIRE?”
“He’d DIE!”

“Tes yeux sont tres belles!”
“What’s that mean?”
“Your eyes are very beautiful”
“Bite me”

“I can’t believe you ate the whole box of Oreos!”

“Then I felt as if I was going to be sick… I puked all over my bed”

“I started crying because we didn’t have any fruit”


“Do you ever just want to be HAPPY?”
“Yes… as Buddha once said ‘If you accept things as they are, you will never be unhappy’, but Buddha obviously was never a teenage guy”

“He told me he bleeds every time he has sex, I told him he might want to get that checked out.”

“You should be kinky like your friends”
“Um, how so?”
“Or be easier at least”

“What are you afraid of?”
“Too many things…”




Tonight, I'm yours
And you are mine
I know a place we can hide
I know a place
Where we can finally see the rainbow
And we can fly fly fly fly fly

Be there.....

SUBURBAN LEGENDS is COMING BACK to warehouse!!!!!!!!!

March 12 at 7!


That was hands down the best show I've EVER seen at Warehouse! Everyone MUUUUUUST GO!
It's going to be "totally bitchin'"!