Love, and other near death experiences. As told by Becca.

Oh Dickard. [brother's name is Richard, he's a dick... it works.]

 

I was in the middle of writing a hearfelt blog after many days of not posting anything, when my dick brother comes behind me and hijacks the keyboard.  I don't know how many of you saw the previous post which stated "I'm a llamar" but we have this on going joke at our house.  My Dad calls me "Lammy" as a pet name, he thinks of me like a little lamb or something. [They're from South America, what can I say], but anyhow when I came home from my first day of college classes there was a commercial on TV for llamas.  So my Dad says "You're so grown up now, going to college! You're not a Lammy anymore, you're a Llamar!"

 

Llama = gangster way of saying Llamar, even though it's just Llama.

 

 

In other news, I'm finally going to the doctor to get on some birth control.  This "always being late on my period" situation has gotten out of control.  I also think I might ask my boyfriend to get tested. That's the safe responsible thing to do, right?

 

 

Everyone remember to check the skies tomorrow for The Leonid Meteor Shower.  There's supposed to be upwards of 500 meteors per hour.

Check out this website for more info
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33589356/ns/technology_and_science-science/

Today was an unproductive day,  I attempted to make a schedule for my boyfriend that coincided with mine.  Which my no means at all is an easy task.  When I showed him some of the classes that fit into the time slots,  he just sort of shrugged off the suggestions.

 

:\ I think this will be the last semester that I'll be his personal Advisior.

 

In other news, my brother put bits of watermelon in my brownie batter.

 

You see the things I have to deal with Mindsay? here's some retardedly catchy music.

Island in the Sun - Weezer -