fluorescent blue light

dangerous situation

again and again

little girl, grown up

late night, round trip, "stay golden"

an the winner is...

Another year, you’ve made a promise.
Another chance to turn it all around;
And do not save this for tomorrow.
Embrace the past, and you can live for now.
And I will give the world to you.
Speak louder than the words before you;
and give them meaning no one else has found.
The role we play is so important,
we are the voices of the underground.
And I will give the world to you.
Say everything you’ve always wanted.
Be not afraid of who you really are.
‘Cause in the end we have each other,
and that’s at least one thing worth living for.
And I would give the world to you.
A million suns that shine upon me;
a million eyes you are the brightest blue.
Let’s tear the walls down that divide us,
and build a statue strong enough for two
I pass it back to you,
and I will wait for you.
‘Cause I would give the world,
and I would give the world,
and I would give the world to you.
This is a new year,
a new beginning.
You made a promise.
You are the brightest.
We are the voices.
This is a new year.
We are the voices.
This is a new year.

Brick Wall.

"Vulnerability is the susceptibility to physical or emotional injury or attack.

It also means to have one's guard down, open to censure or criticism.

Vulnerability refers to a person's state of being liable to succumb,

as to manipulation, persuasion or temptation."

...that's great and all, Beck, but make sure you don't confuse lack of vulnerability with lack of saying what you want to hear.

false hope.

On formspring, I was just asked the following question by an anonymous user:

"Can I be your old best friend again?"

Now, I have no idea who asked this question. However, when I read it, my heart sank a little. I immediately thought of the one person who I wish would ask me that question, but it wasn't from that person, of course. I would do just about anything to have this person as my best friend again. Actually, I'd do just about anything to get him to speak to me again.

Some folks grow up, other folks give up.

Some folks move on, other folks hold on.

Some folks live and love, other folks push and shove.

Let's find a happy medium, mkay?

laterdays.

without restraint...

There is an incredible thunderstorm going on outside at the moment.

It's 4 in the morning.

The rain is so loud that I can no longer hear the Christmas music coming from the laptop in front of me.

It's lovely.

My beautiful red bicycle is parked outside, kickstand firmly planted.

It's soaked.

There are cotton balls on my desk. They remind me of my sister, who can't stand cotton balls.

It's a strange phobia, which has yet to be named.

My eyelids are heavy, and desire sleep, yet there are so many other things that I could do.

I could continue reading.

I could sing for another few hours.

I could write something more productive...or not.

I could count my blessings, one by one.

I could sit and be content.

I could stare out the window, listening to the storm, sitting in awe of God's amazing creation.

Perhaps I will do all of these things.

Yes, I think I will.

Goodnight, moon.

♥

heart.

So...this one time....

I used to post blogs. Remember that?

Now, to the excuses.

I did not successfully complete BEDA because...

A. I'm such a commitment phobe, that I couldn't possibly be expected to stick with something for an entire month. What a foolish idea.

B. I'm uncontrollably lazy. Why write uninteresting blog posts when you could be lying in your bed, channel surfing to find as many episodes of Scrubs as you can in one afternoon?

C. I'm a college student, and therefore, I am so busy that I barely even have time to eat proper meals. (Granted, if I did have time to do so, the meals still wouldn't be "proper.")

D. All of the Above.

The correct answer?
D, of course.

I know what you're thinking, "But Becca, if you have time to watch 6-7 episodes of Scrubs in bed during your evenings, why not use that time to blog, or, here's a crazy idea, obtain nourishment?"

To which I respond with the following question:

If YOU had just spent all day listening to ridiculous lectures, writing forever long papers, and doing other such sundry school-esque things, which would you rather do? Go out in the rain and hike to the dining hall to eat something you hope won't rise up in stomach mutiny, or, stay in bed, watching comedic perfection, all while getting your ab work out via hysterical laughter?

Yeah. That's what I thought.

laterdays.