Pet Peeves, Even The Word Peeve Annoys Me

Becky has been posting up the wazoo, and what do I have? Two depressing poems, not enough I decided. Okay, so I am going to let out some anger on certain points today, what some would call pet peeves. This list could possibly go on forever, so I will keep it to some of the main ones, ones I've been thinking about lately.

People who give Christmas decorations to you for Christmas. Like you need more wooden santa claus', nutcrackers, and mismatchy ornaments to lay around your house. People who do not know how to use circles, yield does not mean stop people. Someone saying that they will do something, or be somewhere, or call you, or some other such thing, and then not doing that thing, and even worse when they don't acknowledge that they did not do that thing. Clothes on animals, it's ridiculus. Skinny girls that whine about being fat, when they aren't. When someone makes fun of themselves just so you will compliment them. The hiccups. My brother, doesn't matter which one, they've all bothered me at one point or another in my life. The word doughnut, there doesn't seem to be just one certain way for a doughnut place to spell it, make up your minds doughnut people! People who just whine and whine about Bush being president, shut up please! He's the president, there is nothing you can do about it so stop making us want to chop off our ears because you wont be quiet about it! 7th Heaven, that show should just go away, be gone you annoying Camdons.

Okay, I could go on forever, but you get the idea, so please comment. Tell me your pet peeves, or make fun of mine, whatever pleases you. But now you all know not to whine about being fat, while whining about the president and hiccupping while writing the many variations of the word doughnut while stopped at a yield sign, in my presence. Love you all, have fun naming your pet peeves.

Me with the love of my life. 

This is Jen, she's my newest. I got part of the design off of FFX2. She's my new Favorite. 

Okay, I'm a Natalie copycat. Here's a pic I drew. I'm not sure whether I am naming the clothes or the girl. I'll leave that up to you. But I enjoy drawing all the same and I would love some feedback on technique. The body doesn't look right and I can't figure out what it is that I am doing wrong or how to fix it. I seek your inteligence. 

Honey, Sweety, Pumpkin, Cupcake, could you pass me the sugar?

Terms of endearment. You got them, I want to hear them. I find it odd how people will make up nicknames that are usually food products and use this name as an endearing term to their significant other. Why do we make up new names? Why are they usually food products? Do you know the muffin man?
Being a recipient of many "honeys" from my mother, I dispise the name mostly because it is not unique, everyone and their dog can be "honey" to my mother. Then we are all just lemmings walking around with the same name. Darn you lemmings, you addicting game you!
I want to know the strangest and most common terms of endearment that you have used, are using, or have been used on you.
Personally, my favorite is "peanut butter girl," that would be me.

Isn't it about...

It pulls like the wind against rocks
It stretches out farther than a rubber band
The longer it gets, the more blurry it becomes
It hurts, it heals, it kills
The more thought about it is the more it is felt
It is not visible, not tangable, not audible
It rolls continuously, but it's ends don't meet

This is what comes of too much time at the roller rink. 

Meloncholy

Sometimes the world is moving so fast that you can feel the whirr of time passing you by. Days become weeks and weeks, months, and months years. Usually time feels like this to me, a whirr. But recently it has been more of a snail pace. Where I can feel every second, every minute, hour and day going by, and it seems to take an eternity. It seems that the more that you look at a clock and watch time, the slower it goes.
There are those moments that you want to last forever, you want every second to last a long time because then you are more likely to remember it forever. But the more you want to remember every second, the more it seems to seep through your fingers like sand in a seive and no matter how much you grasp at the sand, it will seep through the cracks.
But then there are the other moments that no matter how hard you want to forget and not see the repeating cycle of images in your mind, you can't be rid of them. They keep appearing and reappearing no matter what you do to try and block them. Why is that? Why is it so difficult to remember what you want and forget what you do not wish to remember.
It puts an entirely different skew on time, because time can really only be gauged by the mind. Granted our bodies feel the passing of time, but it is our mind that retains the daily recollection of time. So time is really only what we want it to be and the slowing or quickening of time is no more than that which our mind tells us it is. Yet we are still unable to manipulate it.
You can't escape from time, it is always there, counting down and commanding the lives of almost everyone. Have to be on time to school, work, there is a certain time when you will be hungry, tired. Time really is what directs our lives. Without it, we would all be lost. I for one cannot go an entire class period without glancing at the clock at least 17 times. Just to countdown the minutes until I am able to leave.
What if we were back in days of yore when time was gauged by the sun? How cool would that be because you could be late to work and blame it cloudy weather or something. How cool would that be?
Is time precious? Is it of value? Do we appreciate the time that we have for each moment? I know that I wish all the time for my time in school to fly by so that I will be able to be finished and done with it. Does this mean that by wishing for time to fly that I am not appreciating the moments that I have here in college? College ideally only occurs once and people who are old talk about it like it was thier glory days, their chance to be free. Does this mean I am abusing my time to be free? Once out of college will my sense of freedom be stripped from me? Because if you ask me, I feel restrained and obligated by classes and work and finances while in college and I have this unrealistic picture of the real world being a skip through the daisies.
Does it ever get easy? Will I ever be able to rest? Or do I work so hard for so long towards a goal only to continue the cycle by working just as hard towards a new goal. Will a final goal ever be achieved in this life? Or is it a continuous struggle? I guess that only time can tell.

Me me me. 

Brr... It's cold in here

It wasn't until after I had gotten up, showered dressed and left the apartment that I realized that there is mounds of snow on the ground. I wasn't prepared for the cold and the sight of the snow considering that when I went to bed last night there was not a trace of snow on the dead yet surprisingly green grass. I of course gesticulated my surprise with "what the gna..mna.sn.."
I knew that it was going to snow eventually and that the happiness of a snowless season would soon draw to an end, but it still surprises me when the inevitable appears. I believe that this is what they call denial.
In addition, the snow creates for unhappy living conditions. First of all, all the drivers on the road suddenly have a stroke because they cannot for the life of them remember how to drive in the snow. Although it has probably been less than a year since the last time that they drove in the snow, that knowledge seems to have left their brains. Leaving only two types of drivers: The over cautious driver that goes 25mph in a 50mph zone because they are so scared and they think they will die or the universe will implode if they go faster and the overzealous driver who doesn't remember that snow is slippery and tires will spin. These two drivers cause traffic and accidents or traffic accidents. No good can come from this and it forces me to allow more driving time to get places. I get mad, I get mad, I get mad, everybody gets mad.
The snow is also noncompatible with my footgear choices. I don't have the proper foot attire for the winter season. In highschool the only thing that I wore with every outfit was tennis shoes. I have since discovered that this is not always appropriate or matching and have moved into the world of open toed shoes. But I have yet to cross the boundary of boots. Leaving me with either missmatched shoes or frozen toes. A troublesome dilema. But I've decided that somehow I will perservere and make it through the snow. But I am bitter about it.
I know that there are wonderful aspects to snow: snowball fights, snow angels, snow forts, whitewashes. But I just haven't yet found the time to enjoy the snow I hope that very soon I will. Oh yeah and sledding, you can't forget a good sledding.

You people hardly ever do anything on this blog!

Okay, so I checked this thing forever ago and it was the same as it is right now. That means you peoples aren't really doing much with the blog, in short, yur boring! And meems, i dont see one single thing from you, so get with the program woman. K so here's a depressing poem i just wrote for english, i love writing depressing poems to turn into a teacher, they usually like the perky crap better so thus the funness.

Think Of Me As I Was

You will never know me,

For I live in a shell.

It does not allow you to see,

My merciless hell.

Inside I will stay,

Never coming out for air.

Never to see the light of day,

Because I cannot care.

You have never been here,

To this place of utter sadness.

You will never have to fear,

This oncoming madness.

My soul cries out,

In the wake of this confusion.

I cannot help but doubt,

That I can escape seclusion.

The pain will never end,

The fear will never leave.

If you could only lend,

A moment of reprieve.

So think of me as I was,

For I left long ago.

That person is gone because,

I fight an unseen foe.

Alone forever will I dwell,

Asleep and never waking.

In this unending hell,

A hell of my own making.

Slap my hand now!

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Phantom of the Opera Spoilers

Although my Baby didn't really want to see it, last night she, I, Marie, Mom and Erika went to see Phantom of the Opera (the movie). I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. It was climactic, artistic and the musical elements were right on par with the live musical. I think that the movie version only enhances the musical because in the musical, although it is live and thrilling in the theatre setting, does not allow for the personal and upclose vision of the characters. Facial expression, intonation and body language are able to be expressed and viewed in the movie whereas in the play things are muchly exagerated for the large audience. The script in the movie was slightly changed from the musical, but it did not detriment the quality of the movie, only added to the background knowledge and plot. The music was moving and phenominal, it wasn't the same as the live musical because in there you have the orchestra down in the pit and you can actually feel the music, but it was still very scary and stirring.
The upclose setting of the movie and the ability to see the actors faces and expressions helped me to better understand the plot because I never really understood why the phantom had power over Christine, but in the movie you are able to see that it is this whole religious experience for her. The phantom has not only been her mentor for many years, but he is a reminder of her father so he has that enchanting/sensual pull on her. Which only leads to my revelation on the Beautiful and the Sublime. I have two theories on this. It is obvious that the Phantom is the representation of the sublime as he is both awe inspiring and terrifying, yet you cannot take your eyes off of him, just as Christine cannot seem to either, even though his face is distorted. The Beautiful can be viewed as either Christine or Raul, depending on the the take that you want. Christine is a woman and has the small delicacy going on for her, following the lines of Burke's definition, but Raul can also be viewed as the represenation of the Beautiful as he in comparison to the phantom is more womanly as he has smooth features. This can also be taken in respect of their love for one another. In the scenes with the phantom and Christine it is a very sexual and Black Sabath sort of experience, whereas the Raul/Christine scenes are more romantic with the singing on the roof and the twirling and the snow. More could be written into this, but it is just an interesting observation. It of course could also be applied to many works of literature, Beauty and the Beast...
I was very torn for the entire movie as to which man I wanted Christine to be with. I felt for the phantom and despite his hideous face he has an awesome voice that rifles my obsession with Ewan McGregor and you feel for him. He loves Christine and is merely misunderstood and a little bit demented because he is obsessed with her and kills people, but besides that, he is just exciting and dead sexy (minus the face). Raul is so girly and romantic, it gets a bit too sappy at times and although he fights for Christine and all that, he cannot offer her what the phantom is offering her, with the singing and the genius that he is. But Raul can offer her a normal life and you can see that she is totally in love with him. But I was so happy that Christine did kiss the Phantom at the end because if she left without kissing the phantom, that would be so harsh because he taught her and was such a big influence in her life as she grew up. And I was glad that they had her go back to him and give him the ring.
On a seperate note, why did Christine die first? In order of age, I thought that Madam whatsherface was the oldest, then the phantom, then Raul, then Christine. The youngest of them all dies first? That doesn't seem right, appropriate for the story, yes, but it still bugs me practically. And why does Madam whatchmacallit look younger than Raul in the black and white scene? And what was up with the picture at the end and the candle? Was there a picture at the beginning and I missed it? And how cool was it when the phantom jumped up on that statue on the roof and sang to the sky? Scary Much?
Anyway, it was an awesome movie, I want to see it again so that I can get a better feel for it and notice things that I didn't notice the first time.

I'm blogging Becky. See me blogging?

Through The Window

rain splatters the window lightly

It's dew touching the green, green grass,

As the fog covers from above, a thick blanket.

Amid the evergreen covered peaks,

Small wispy clouds hover, waiting.

The wind carries a scent of rainbows.

Too far away the rainbows lie,

In a canyon of jungles.

The small stones on the beach are polished to brightness,

Where the sun shines too harshly.

The clouds will block the sun,

While the fog wraps the green grass in eternity.

But the rainbows will not come,

For the wind must come first.

It tries to blow away the clouds, the fog.

They will not let it, they are too thick,

Even though with the sun comes rainbows.

The world is seen through the window

rain splatters the window lightly

Okay, so I had this other poem I was going to put on here, but I figured it was just too long to have two. Unlike my dear sister I do not have the talent of saying things straight out, so this will have to do. If you can even discern what the shmeck it means that is, maybe I'm not as symbolic as I would like to think. Anyways, comment if ya have that sudden urge deep iside yur belly to do so, and have a very merry christmas, or as we say in Navajo Indian, Merry Keshmish!

To boldly go where no dwarf has gone before.

So here's the thing. Our mission statement says that this site is "For those of us who are brighter, smarter, prettier and taller than all the rest of you dwarfs out there!" Now, naturally, I agree with the first part, but what if we happen to be those dwarfs out there, yet are still brighter, smarter, and prettier than all those giants, I mean, other people out there?

Calling All Becky Fans!

The time has come to cast your vote. Some are new, some are reletively old to the blog that is mine and I wanna know what it is that you want to hear about. I could blog and blog about me until my ears fell off but that would be gross and doesn't make any sense at all. So, as my adoring fans I want to cater to you. What do you want to hear and chat about? Your options are as thus:
Random thoughts and ponderings of Becky
Current events
Buffy and all things James Marsters
Strange polls like "If you had three wishes but couldn't wish for more wishes, what would they be?"
Funny Stuff (I don't know what this would entail, but it would be funny! Dangit!)
More comments from the team members who are not Becky (Ahem, Sarah,Lisa and Marie!)
Or you can write in your own topic that you want to hear about.
I'm here for you my fans and I'm here to please. I'm merely trying to give the people what they want, so what the heck do you want?
Thank you for you consideration,
Becky
Management

Are We There Yet?

You know those times when everything is emotionally, mentally, and physically draining. That was this weekend for me. I'm so tired. I'm tired of feeling overwhelmed, tired of school, tired of crying, tired of working, and tired as in sleepy. Oh and small children on a road trip is never a good idea. I've decided that I'm either not having kids or not going on roadtrips with them. I guess we'll just have to see which one wins out through time. What do you do when everything falls in? How are you suppose to take one foot and place it in front of the other without that numb feeling that seems to arise to keep from feeling down? I know that all these feelings pass, but do they have to be so unfun? Can't life be easy? Can't there be singing and dancing and skipping through the daisies? If life was a musical I think that it would be both interesting and entertaining. And think of all the money that would be saved on entertainment because you could just go out into the street and see and the entertainment you could ever want. Breaking out into song is always fun, but if abused can become annoying. Of course all those who can't or don't sing very well will only ruin it for the rest of us. Alas.

The Calm After the Storm

Finals are over. Its like a miracle. I don't have to worry about tests, papers, or classes. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my mind and I can finally think straight because I'm not thinking about the massive amount of things that I need to be doing. That feeling of peace. I love it. If only life were always that easy. Then life wouldn't be challenging or exciting, but it would be easy. Of course I choose to be all stressed out because I choose to go to school. So I guess I get what I asked for. I have only one thing to say, "One more semester of Spanish and I'm DONE!"

"Phebes you might know this, you know weird stuff. What is the boiling point of the brain?"

I'm at that point. That point where you know that if you think too much and too long and if you have to think just a little bit more, then your brain will just ooze out one of your ears because it has had too much. This is the consequence of finals. Who thought of finals anyway? Who said, "Oh I know, all the tests for college courses should be spread out over one weeks time at the end of the semester so that students can have lots of stress and an overload of information!"? This boggles me, I mean do the professors really expect the final to be our best work when we are stressed out to whazoo with all the other things for other classes that we have to do? This is ludacris to me! Even though I spelled the word wrong, it still applies. I think that finals and BYU in general is created to make people fail and then feel really bad about failing. It has to be otherwise they wouldn't create this torture device called finals that stupid students willingly admit themselves to. I'm a stupid person, that is all there is to it.

Fopah on the part that is not me

Last night it came to my attention, while watching the DVD of one Oakland convention, that what has seemingly been blamed on Becky for missing the "James Shirt lift" in the tape, is not actually my fault! Dun dun dun. If you turn to the copies yourself, you will notice that before James does the shirt lift, he is talking about doing nude scenes on Buffy and being without clothing, you will also notice that it was I, Becky, who asked him this question and therefore led him to do the shirt lift. It can therefore be concluded that I was not holding the camera and filming while I asked him the question because that would be weird, and it therefore must be concluded that it was in the hands of another person. In reflection of the seating at the convention, we know that Natalie spent the majority of her time during the Saturday Q&A in the aisle by the stage, which means that the camera was in the hands of none other than Kelli Wilcox. Dun DUN DUN! Which means that it is her fault and not Becky's that the filming of the "James shirt lift" was not done. I rest my case. I hope that all of you who had prior to this moment blamed Becky feel very very bad!