New movies to watch

I hope you're all reading this....

Last night I spent the night at Heather's house, and we went and saw Bedtime Stories, (Which I totally recommend)
Then, we came home, had some Carl's Jr, and watched Ghost Town (You might want to watch that on ClearPlay, but in other ways it was a good movie, and I recommend it to.... those who watch lots of PG-13 movies((I know I don't))
And, after that, we put on Penelope, (I LOVED IT - IT IS MY NEW FAVORITE MOVIE OHHHH!!!)
It's a fantasy-romance about a wealthy couple who give birth to a girl with a... curse put upon her that inables her to go out into the outer world.

The bad, worse, and ugly

No one check my blog anymore, okay? I really didn't have to say that cause no one ever does.

Bye, forever!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I found this story on http://www.guy-sports.com/humor/christmas/christmas_stories_funny.htm#Mirror_Image_

Martha decided to move with the times and try the delights of microwave cooking. Whereupon, her devoted husband Archie went out and bought her a brand new top-of-the range Sharp Microwave oven.
Christmas approached and Martha got out her Christmas pudding recipe and assembled the ingredients. She proceeded along traditional lines and even got the each member of the family to stir the mixture 'for luck'. When Martha consulted the microwave's manual for the cooking time, she could not believe that ten minutes would be enough for a traditional Christmas pudding. Consequently she decided to substitute her normal cooking time of 50 minutes.
As Martha was in the lounge watching her favourite T.V. programme she did not see the pudding spitting in the microwave oven, nor did she hear the mini-explosions. When she finally extracted the pudding from the microwave after nearly an hour of cooking on 'High', it smelt of burnt sugar and looked like a ball of tar. Naturally, the Christmas pudding was a disaster, so much so, that Martha could not even prod it with a fork. In fact the black ball stuck to the bottom of the bowl and Archie had to get a screwdriver to prize it from its base.
In a fit of pique, Martha threw the shrivelled Christmas pudding to Togo her St Bernard puppy. After a few days she could see the funny side, and Togo loved his new indestructible toy, which amused him until the next Christmas.

PS:

ISN'T HE UGLY?!

I Hope This Will Make You Laugh

My cousin and I are writing this story together.

Once there was a plain, red toothbrush that laid inside it's plastic case for years on the store shelf, gathering dust. Nobody seemed to want to buy it. One day, a little girl named Prunella decided to buy it, but she had no money. So she asked the old storekeeper named Joe. Joe told her that if she did lots of hard, strenuous work and licked the blood of a seal, then he would give it to her for free!
Prunella mistook the blood of a seal for the blood of her dog Fluffy. So she murdered her dog with 1/8 of a second of hesitation and drank the blood from the poor dog's bones and raw meat.
When she showed the storekeeper the picture of her licking the blood with dead Fluffy in the background, (as proof) The storekeeper winced and edged out of the store, running for home so as to protect his poodle, Prunella shrugged and grabbed the red toothbrush off the shelf and opened it.
When she did, a creepy little skeleton thing popped out and declared, "I'm Lindsay Lohan!!" Prunella rolled her eyes. "You're on cocaine again, arent you??!" Lindsay Lohan was so ugly after being on drugs for so many years, that Prunella passed out. She was even uglier than Dr. Laura mixed with Glenn Beck!
Then, in walked a grandma with a miniskirt revealing wrinkles and wrinkles. Her toenails were a long and curling with flaking, old red nail polish.


PS- I found this website that is very very fun where you can morph celebrities' faces together!

EXAMPLE:

Keira Knightley
&
Natalie Portman

Go to http://www.morphthing.com/

and go to the top where it says "Start Morphing"

Deviled eggs

Have you ever tasted Hobo Becca's deviled eggs?

NO?!

You've got to be kidding.

Well, here is a RECIPE FOR THEM!

They're easy to make and fun to chew and taste incredibly yummy.

First, fill a pot (appropriate for cooking rice in) and fill it 2/3 of the way with water and let it boil.

(second) Then, once the water has boiled, drop -gently- the number of eggs you want.

[If you want to eat 2 deviled eggs, than cook 1 deviled egg. If you want to eat 4 deviled eggs, cook 2 deviled eggs... etc] Boil eggs for 10 minutes.

(third) peel off shells then slice each egg in half.

Gently take a spoon and scoop out the crumbly yellow stuff and put in in a bowl. Add 1/8 t. of honey mustard and 1/2+ t. of mayonaise, a small shake of paprika, and a small shake of salt.

STIR THROUGHLY, THEN PLACE MIXTURE BACK IN THE CENTER OF THE EGG.

A scary story I wrote.

The house was abnormally silent and peaceful, like a marble statue in a graveyard. I guess I expected it to be alight and emitting laughter, music, screams, and explosions of beer bottle lids in the background. But the house just sat there, amused and watching the police officers and me edging towards it. The officers’ fingers flexed around their hand-guns on their belts. I took a deep breath and started looking into the silent windows. I cupped my hands around my eyes as my eyes tried to focus, trying to block out the light from the nearly full moon illuminating the world.
I could just faintly make out the scene inside. It looked the same as it was 3 hours ago.
Every room, from what little I could see, looked the same from when I had last seen it.
I glanced at the officer closest to me and he caught my eye and nodded slightly.
I turned around and tiptoed to the front door that was locked.
Fortunately, I had remembered my hair pin on the way here. I held the mini-flashlight between my teeth as I slid the small metal into the particular keyhole. With ease, the door-knob clicked and I swung the door opened. I smiled before I got to my feet and started inside.
The police came in after me moments later, and together we began to search the house. As I rounded the corner in the hallway- the only light coming from my small flashlight- I tried to explain to myself why I didn’t have the courage to just flip on the light switch. My question was answered seconds later as a rush of cold air wrapped around me, and I suddenly got the impression that I was being watched.

I reccomend this book.

1,000,000 years ago, my aunt told me I should read a book called "Peter and the Starcatchers" by: Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson.

It's basicly a very entertaining, funny, scary book about how Neverland came to be, where Peter pan learned to fly, how he got Tinkerbell, etc. When you're finished, you think, "Wow! That certainly explained alot!" It's a children's/young adult novel (9+) And the two authors did a wonderful job.

About a month ago, I got the sequal: "Peter and the Shadow Theives" And I'm more than 1/2 way through it.

About how Peter Pan lost his shadow. It's very scary at some parts and has lots of tension, with some laugh-out-loud moments and no romance whatsoever.

It's NOT greusome and not disgusting.

Twilight the movie I saw!

I JUST SAW TWILIGHT.
I love it SO MUCH!
But Taylor Lautner (or whoever he is) that plays
Jacob Black has extremely long hair that's practically
down to his ankles. And robert pattinson has a huge head. But he's still a perfect Edward-gorgeous Edward.
Kristen stewert has no sense of humor.
Victoria is freaky.
James is greusome.
Tyler (who drives the blue van that nearly killed Bella)
Is black skinned.
Billy Burke (Charlie Swan) Has good Charlie acting skills.
Rosalie is... a perfect Rosalie.
Emmett is hilarious and big muscled.
Forks is grimy and polluted.
It is never sunny in Forks.
(For some reason I pictured Forks to be a sunny, happy place)
Carlisle looks like he had plastic surgery.
Renee is gramma old.
Yeah, other than that Twilight was I.N.C.R.E.D.I.B.L.E.
I can see how Summit Entertainment got their title.

-Becca

Series of (speaking of random!) Dreams.

yes yes I know that I haven't updated my blog in over 3 weeks. But I haven't had anything to write about except for THIS.

DREAMS.

not like goal-like dreams, but dreams that my mind has been creating while I've been sleeping.

The same person has starred in all 3... (3 in a row!)

But I don't even know who he is... he looks familiar, and I know that my mind is smart and can remember things better than I can.

The first one was this:

Dad came home with a cell-phone just for me. A cell-phone!!!! I was so excited. It was a purple t-mobile and had unlimited texting. Then this one guy knocked on our door and said that he was on his way to Afghanistan and wanted to spend a few weeks at our house recovering from a wound he had on his toe.

Dad bought pizza and we were all happy.

The second one:

Our family was all in the car and heading to crazy.

Then I had to go to the bathroom so dad stopped the car and I knocked on the door to a nice house where 'this guy' opens the door. Crazy!!!!!

Talk about incredible.

Oh yeah, guess what?

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Chicken butt!

Check that out ^^^^^

Exchange Student

A week ago (the 21st) Our family got an exchange student from Japan named Yoshiki Something-Something. (No, that wasn't really his last name)


It was very fun to watch him learn about American habits, foods, religions, and household rules. Now, yesterday he left for good (We only took him in for a week)


And we're all very devastated that he's gone. Hee hee.


No, actually we really are kindof sad.






One insane HOBO=

Becca

Dishes vs. Braces

Exactly a week ago I got my braces on.
I chose the colors pink and purple....
I didn't know that they let you switch your colors
after each check-up.
I should have known.
So GUESS WHAT?
I found a new obsession.
I used to be obsessed with PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
Then, I was obsessed with HARRY POTTER
And after that I was obsessed with LOST (a tv show)
Now, I'm obsessed! with PUSHING DAISIES.
It's about a lonely pie-maker that, through a series of events, finds out he has a special ability. An ability to bring dead people back to life by a simple touch of his finger.
But if he doesn't touch them again within 1 minute, a bystander drops dead.
So with the help of his Private Investigator friend, they go out and touch the dead just long enough to ask whodunit, then they collect the rewards.
WATCH IT!

-Beccaneer

Once upon a sunday evening

On Sunday, (the 12th)
My dad wanted all of us to have some quiet time. So I took my 2 brothers and 2 sisters all down into the comfortable basement and told them a story that took 4 hours to tell.
I'm quite the story-teller, you know.
This story that I told them was actually the sequal to another story I told them way back in the beginning of time in January.
That story was about.....
The last people on earth fight for a magical avocado that grants eternal life.
THE KIDS LOVED IT!
So Sunday I told the sequal.
THEY LOVED IT EVEN MORE!!!!!
Dudes, Seriously!
It took 4 hours non-stop to tell. My siblings were so engrossed in it.
Ahhhhh.....
So tonight I'm going to tell the 3rd book, Hidden Avocado.

Report Card..... :(

Guess what...
I got my report card the other day.....
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AND I GOT STRAIGHT A'S!!!!!!!!!!!

Yay me. Woo hoo.
I know.
Yeah. hmmm.
Read this story that I wrote so you won't be bored.

Georgia opened her eyes that ordinary, humid Tuesday morning with no knowledge that today was going to be a very special, if not horrifying, extremely long and confusing day. She dragged her exhausted self into the sticky-floored bathroom and pulled the water faucet all the way around until it wouldn’t budge any more, on the bright red line. As she took off her sweat-soaked pajamas, Georgia thought about her goals for the day. First-off, she was half-way through the 6th grade, and taught by the most gruesome and cruel teacher in the whole school, Mr Darnshniger. He was so ancient that his students sat up in their chairs every time he coughed a dusty, weak cough, with high hopes that he would collapse and they would be able to get out of school early. He had terrible, flaky dandruff, although he hardly had hair. His breath smelled like moldy chicken with a mixture of bad soy milk, and he gave almost all the students an F for basically no reason at all.Secondly, she had a vollyball game after school that should last at least an hour and a half at the least. Then after oboe practice, an excess amount of math homework, and walking the dog, she would most likely have enough spare time to watch her absolute favorite tv show, Pearl Earrings. Georgia stepped into the steaming, boiling, volcano like running water and gasped, quickly turning the water to warm.It took her about 10 minutes to shower, but that was a record in Georgia World. Georgia plucked a comb from the cupboard to the right of the mirror and began to sort out her tangled mass of dripping hair.But as she got a good look at her face in the mirror, Georgia froze, her hand tightening on the comb handle, her eyes widening slightly. It’s amazing how a person’s looks can change so abruptly as their age increases. But before now, Georgia had never noticed a difference in her looks. Well, maybe a few times a year when she actually has a chance to open her scrap-book that her crafty mother had put together; her chubby baby years, pre-school, kindergarten, 1st grade, and so on. She thought it was funny for some random reason how she hardly looked anything like the time she was in 3rd grade. But this was something. Her hair was thinner, shorter, and blonde! When had she dyed her hair blonde? Georgia thought she recalled being a brunette yesterday.Her fingernails were long and painted bright pink. Huh? Georgia hated painting her fingernails. And she especially despised the color pink. The only reason she knew she was herself was the huge birthmark on her jaw, the long, faded pink scar on the palm of her hand, and that her right pinky finger was oddly bent in a crooked way. And this could not be a dream because she had just taken a hot shower, and had felt the heavenly water wake her up. Plus the smell of her shampoo could in no way be imagined. Georgia squinted at this strange person squinting back at her in the foggy mirror, then hurried into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it. And that’s when she got a real good look at her bedroom. Was she in the right place? Georgia did not recognize this room at all. Her walls were literally swallowed by gothic posters, rock bands that she thought 5 minutes ago she hated, and torn jolly-roger pictures appeared more than once. Georgia shakily made it to the closet and picked out the plainest, most modest outfit she could find: a pair of tight skinny-jeans, and a black t-shirt with Korean symbols on it. Georgia slid down the breakable railing like she always did as she entered the kitchen for a boring, “scrumptious” breakfast of oat-bran, just like every other day. “Georgia Wilson! I’ve told you time and time again to stop doing that! You’re grounded, young lady. No going out with Tommy for a whole week!” shrieked her mother, and Georgia’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she took in her mother’s forceful statement. Georgia shrugged. “...Okay.” she replied. At the moment, Georgia didn’t know who in the world Tommy was, so it didn’t bother her that much. Her mother came into the dining room with a bowl of cereal and a piece of buttered toast. Georgia looked at the cold-cereal, expecting oat-bran as usual, but miraculously found some soggy chocolate balls. She looked up at her mother in awe, but that awe erased the moment she saw her mother’s lined face and many gray hairs. Only yesterday, her exuberant face had been smooth and beautiful, and her hair had been long, brown, and shiny.Georgia’s mother caught her eye and frowned. “Don’t complain any more, alright?” she begged, moving swiftly out of the bonds of Georgia’s whines. “Eat that quick, Georgia. School starts in half-an-hour,” her mother said over her shoulder as she left. Georgia glared at the clock, ticking a steady beat on the wall. That couldn’t be right. School started in an hour and 5 minutes. To make sure, she peeked around the corner at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. It was the same exact time. Georgia finished her hearty breakfast, wiping the crumbs off her hands and slinging her assumed book-bag over her shoulder. She watched a few episodes of Spongebob Squarepants before her mom clunked down the stairs in her old pair of high-heels. “Want a ride? Or do you want to take Bobby’s car?” Georgia shrugged, confused, and sat in the passenger seat of her mother’s work car.Her mother took a different route than usual, and then she lurched to a pained stop in front of an enormous highschool that seemed to stretch on for miles. Georgia didn’t get out. “What are we doing?” she asked timidly. Her mother looked at her as if to say, “What the heck is wrong with you?” “Yeah... very funny. Now hurry so I won’t be late.” her mother said back, reaching across Georgia’s lap to open the passenger door. Georgia shook her head. “But this isn’t my school! My school is Mi–” she was cut off suddenly as her mother pushed her out of the car and sped away. Immediately, Georgia was enveloped in a mass of people, all laughing with her and talking with her at once. “So where did Tommy take you last night?” asked a dangerously short girl with natural blonde hair and major braces.Georgia looked at her and shook her head, never her taking her eyes off the girl’s.“I-I don’t know. I can’t r-remember,” Georgia’s lip started to quiver. What was happening? Who were these people? Where was she? Was this a dream?The group of people had guided her into the spooky building, and now they were floating through the halls. “Hey, I’ll save you a seat at lunch,” said the one girl, and she drifted form the group to turn a corner.Georgia felt like crying. She also drifted from the group and wandered for at least 10 minutes before finding a room labeled “Front Office”.She began to pour out her soul to the receptionist, explaining through her tears how she had woken up in the morning, ready for another day of 6th grade, and suddenly she looked like a different person, her room had been given a sad make-over, and her mom had dropped her off at this confusing place.The receptionist shook her head warily, fingering several files.“Sorry, honey. I can’t help. Now you better get to your B1 class before your teacher marks you tardy,”

Jacob Black says.....

What am I? The wizard of oz?
You need a brain? A heart?
Go ahead, take mine. Take everything
I have.

Batman: Dark Knight

Last night I went with my aunt and saw Dark Knight.

AHHHH! It was pretty dark.

And the Joker is no joker. He's CREEPY!

He cut open a guy's stomach and put a cell-phone in it,

then sewed up the stomach.

Then the guy collapses and police lift up his shirt.

Suddenly.... ring tone. *beera bee bee beera bee bee beera bee bee beeeeeeeeeee....* you see the cell-phone glowing

blue inside the guy's blood-stained stomach.

Seriously, doesn't that look gory? <<<

It says, "Why so serious?"

Joker's father came home one night drunk and started to beat up his wife.

His son, (joker as a little boy) stood there watching in horror.

The father laughed drunkily and strided over to him, taking out a knife.

"Why so serious, son?" he asks, and puts the knife inside his son's mouth.

"Why so serious?" he repeats, and slice's his son's lip, making permanent scars around Joker's mouth that will forever remind Joker to smile.

Advice!!!

I need some advice!
I just finished the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series, and I'm desperately searching for a good book to read. NOTHING advanced with words like xanthosos or amperthisius or whatever. I'd also like it if it's realistic fiction. You know, like it starts out with a modern day story and turns into complete fantasy, like Harry Potter, for example. It starts out in the muggle world with cars and pianos and toe-nail polish then turns into veritaserium, bezors, thestrals, wizards, crystal balls, centaurs, etc etc.
I like that stuff.
Read any of those books?
NOT Fablehaven, Leven thumps, Theif Lord, I HATE THOSE BOOKS!
Just saying.

recomended movie

if you haven't already seen this.....

then you have to see it NOW!!!

It is seriously the funniest movie you could possibly imagine.

My dad saw it last night for the first time and explained that "It was the funniest movie I've seen for a long long time!!"

Geez, when I saw it I laughed so hard that I had a stomach ache.

I just can't explain it.

Your blog posting hobo,

BECCA

Not just a cookie monster....

There's only one thing you need to know about me, besides my fly-away, uncontrolable temper, is that I LOVE (I repeat, LOVE!) Deserts.

They're my life.

Here, I drew this picture of all my favorite deserts. You can imagine how many pounds I'm puttin' on!

brownies = mess

So I made these brownies today that turned out to stick to the cookie pan completely and when I spent 3 minutes scraping one off (i think i forgot to grease the pan) they were un-flavoraful (however you spell it)

and tasted like a glop of over-sized painted brown dust.

I wish they looked and tasted like these:

Sweet movie

Last night at my aunt's house, we watched cute chick-flick

called 13 going on 30 .

It's about a 13 year old geeky-girl with braces and glasses

who doesn't really fit in, who makes a wish that she was

30; the 'magical age' according to her favorite magazine,

Poise, who say the phrase "thirty, flirty, and thriving"

alot.

Well, a second later she wakes up, stumbles out of bed,

looks in the mirror in confusion, and screams- for she is

30 years old... and miraculously gorgeous!

But one thing- she can't remember any of her past,

other than when she made her wish when she was 13.

It's a cute love story.

You should watch it.



















PS- you probably can't
see this, but right there-
^^^
in the lower left hand corner
of the picture,
is says,
"13 going on 30' is the
best romantic comedy of
the year"

READ IMMEDIATELY!

EVERYONE: I've published at least 25 posts already.
Scroll to the bottom of the page and click on,
"Older Posts"
and read everything that I've posted on here.
Thank you.
Now I think I'll go eat some....carrots....


Your vegi-lovin' hobo,

Becky-Becca (whichever)

uhhh

guys, i'm sick....i have a migrane so fearsome that i'm going to die without
getting a chance to travel to greece someday....
(that has always been my life long dream....since yesterday)
i'm going to go take some medicine.... maybe my mom will help me.
then I'll go to bed.

If finished a book the other day...

Called Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by: Ann Brashares.

And I loved it.

It's basicly the exciting story of four 15 year old best friends who go to new, exciting places over the summer. Read it!

Your hobo,

Becca

Nooooo! But also so close...

You're probably confused about what the title meant. ^^
But I'll tell you.
The bus that I get on to go to school leaves at 7:45am sharp; just like almost every other school-bus.
Last night I had a rough sleep, filled with tossing and turnings, waking up in the middle of the night out of--" No no, I was actually awake at midnight, "Waking up in the early hours of morning... etc etc...."
I didn't have a nightmare. I never do. I probably only have a nightmare once every 5 years, and it will be something silly like this: (i had this when I was 7 and I still remember it)
I was in the basement and noticed that someone had put 2 large, hairy mammoths in front of the stairway, blocking the stairs.
A sign by the mammoths read, "Do not touch the Mammoths' butts"
I was curious, so I touched one of the mammoth's butts and ran up the stairs. Suddenly, I appeared in the garage and I was suddenly TERRIFIED that the mammoths would start chasing me.
Then I woke up, scared silly.
ANYWAYS!
So we know that the bus leaves at 7:45...right? Or should I explain that? *Becca, we KNOW ALREADY! Get on with the fable...*
Well, I don't know what a fable is, but- SO.
I have a strange habit of turning off my alarm when it goes off and going back to sleep. But so far I have never been late for school because of that.
So this morning I turned off my alarm when it woke me up at 6 am (I needed to take a shower) Then went back to sleep and woke up again at
7:48 am !!!!
You know how in lots of stories the main character thinks he's dreaming so he squeezes his eyes shut and mutters, "wake up...wake up..." then pinches himself?
Well, I seriously did that. Really. I looked at the time, looked out the window, knew I was probably having a bad dream, squeezed my eyes shut, pinched myself, all that.
When I realized that I was NOT dreaming, I flew out of my room so fast that the door practically flew off the hinges, I washed my face, got dressed in the most outrageous outfit, (having no time to spend 20 minutes picking one out, I just grabbed the first things my hands touched: A gray, white and silver shirt with a pair of bright green shorts)
(!)
yanked my greesy hair into a sloppy ponytail, threw on flipflops, forgot breakfast, and while my mom banged around the kitchen making my lunch, I tried to calm down and remember all my homework. But I couldn't calm down! School started in 3 minutes!
My mom and I slammed the doors shut in our boring mini-van and screeched into the sunrise at full speed towards my Jr High.
And, (THIS IS TRUE!) I dropped in my assigned seat at the exact time the bell rang. It really is true.
Have you ever experianced that? I haven't.

Your exhasperated hobo,

Becca

David + Violin

Did you know that I've NEVER watched American Idol before?
Well, I was on my cousin's blog and his theme song was a song
sung by David Archuleta that I really liked.
Click on this link to hear it>>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBiW44cWu4c
Maybe you could just minimize it and listen to it while you do things on the computer, cause this just shows one single picture of david archuleta the whole time, not that interesting.
So ya.....

BeCcA tHe HoBo

PS You know how I play the cello? well, my mom is going to teach me how to play the violin!!!! I'm going to be a musical hobo!

How I'm surviving

All I've ever heard about Jr High in Elementary school is practically that everyone is ONLY one of the following: (remember, this is what i heard)
Emo
goth
wigget (girl who wears pounds of mascara, texts their boyfriends during class, wears miniskirts, etc etc.)
nerd
"cool" person who is not goth but does drugs
belongs to a mexican gang
or Plain.
But actually, I've enjoyed Jr High from the very first day.
Sure, there are tons of wigget-girls, (as explained above) mexican gangs, men with peircings (considered the "scary people")
and there are the nerds, and the plain people, like ME!
A lot of my friends are called sevvies (the nickame for "seventh graders")
and get pushed around and bumped like ever.
But guess what? I haven't been called a sevvie ONCE.
My cousin Ian says I look 15. A lady in my ward asked me if I was going in to 10th grade this year. When I was visiting my grandma's church, I was following the Beehives that I didn't know to their classrooms and a friend of my grandma's passed by and said, "The Miamaid's class is this way, sweetie..."
I look 15!
This is why I'm surviving Jr High. Because all the scary people are scared of me!
Yay!!!!
(Is that something to be happy about?)

Dont' give up!

For those who don't like to click on links, this one you have to click on.
It's one of my favorite songs in the world.
It's called, You are loved [don't give up] by Josh Groban.
but it's such a beautiful song telling you not to give up because you are loved.
click on this link to watch it on youtube! >>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDkfSdJWm4c&feature=related


Ahhhhh....... it's so beautiful.......



Your sighing with delight hobo,

Becca_______

Insulted!

You probably won't believe this, but a teacher has never, Never, NEVER embarassed me before. I've just always naturally been a sweet angel in the back of the room that scowls and only raises her hand once or twice a year.
Well, today in my algebra class, my algebra teacher saw me using scratch paper (blank yellow paper from office max) on a 1 page math quiz. She shook her head at me and grabbed it right out from under my hand and didn't give it back until the end of class. WHAT'S WRONG WITH USING SCRATCH PAPER?!?! DID SHE EXPECT US TO DESTROY OUR PAPERS JUST FILLING IT WITH DOODLING CRAP?
I couldn't believe it. My face probably got as red as a cherry tomato. I didn't know, I swear! The girl behind me saw what happened and hesitantly hid her pad of blank white scratch paper. It makes me wonder how many others had scratch paper that the teacher didn't see.


Your troubled sighing hobo,

Becca _________

Musical Day

Most of you probably don't know that I play the cello. I'm a beginner. I started cello lessons on the beloved day of July 7th 2008, and I'm still sticking with it.
If you play the piano well, cello will be EASY!!!
Seriously.
Well, ya.
I play the cello. Just so you know.

YoUr FeLlOw HoBo,

Becca :)


ps, I can play Ode to Joy!

Raining in Lagoon!

In my last post you know how I said my family and me were going to
Lagoon?
Well, we went today. We woke up EXTREMELY early because we thought it opened at
9. All the way there it was raining Raining RAINING!!!
It was even snowing and hailing, says my aunt Heather who was on the freeway headed to Lagoon, also.
Then we got there and the parking lot was completely empty! So we drove aroung a while
and found a redbox in the back of a McDonalds and rented Nancy Drew which we hadn't seen yet.
We watched half of the movie then Lagoon opened and we were running in, soaking wet and extremely cold. It stayed pouring in Lagoon for I think about 2 hours. There were no lines. There were probably only about a hand-full of people besides us that I could see there. We didn't even have to wait to ride a ride. We just walked right in! Then about 1:30-2:00 the sun came out and dried us off. It was still a little chilly, but the sun was out, all the gray clouds had magically vanished, the sky was a cloudless blue, and there was barely anyone in the whole park. We practically just walked right on to any ride we wanted to.
Then later on, several people came, though we didn't have to wait 45 minutes in line for a ride, we only waited about 5 minutes for a ride.
And it was NOT hot at all!!
Here are all the rides I went on and how many times I went on them:

The rickety white roller-coster= 1
Wicked = 4
Colossoss= 1
Music Express = 1
Tidal Wave = 1
Terror Ride = 1
Dracula's Castle = 1
Rock O' Plane = 1
Ski Lift = 3
And many many more that I cannot name.



Your fellow hobo,

Becca

Vactioning in the house

Most of you know that I'm not at all a traveling person.
But Friday, after we had our carpets cleaned, we packed and
drove 4 hours to my grandparents house. Friday night our whole
family slept out on the deck (on mattresses, of course) It was a pretty warm night
and we could see the stars and listen to the crickets churping and the watery music
of their little pond.
Saturday morning, I helped my grandma make a huge, scrumptious breakfast of buttermilk
pancakes, sausage, and eggs. I was still full when lunch came when we made home-made
macaroni and cheese.
The whole vacation is going fine except for one thing: I'm bored most of the time. There's no one
to talk to except for my siblings who are off playing dressup and make-believe or my parents who are napping on the couches or reading all day.
So I just go on you-tube and before you know it it's 11 o'clock at night!
Tonight after dinner my family and me are hittin the road and traveling back home, where we're going to un-pack, cool-off, get a snack here and there and get back in the car and head for lagoon.
I Love Lagoon! The last time I went was several years ago. I remember my favorite ride was
"The music express" which must have been a baby ride. But I can't remember. I'm going to try and go on all the scariest rides EXCEPT for 'Wicked'. I heard that there was a meaning in it's name.

Your fellow hobo,

Becca _______

"The Call" by Regina Spektor

Have you ever heard that song? If you've seen "Prince Caspian"

)

Then you would've heard the song at the very end called "The call"

by Regina Spektor. Well, I searched on you-tube and found it.

It has all the lyrics and everything if you want to sing along.

If you don't know what "The Call" was, remember when Peter,

Susan, Edmund and Lucy leave Narnia for the last time, and they look

out over all the Narnians waving goodbye, and then this sad music goes

on, and they appear back in the train station and that one wierdo says

"Aren't you coming, Phillys?" (Lol)

Well anyways I found it on youtube. If you want to listen to it,

click this link>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNsQewlFtEs

Enjoy!

Your fellow hobo,

Becca ______

Gummy Galore

So I guess I've always had a passion for gummy candies. But lately I've

been totally obsessed with gummy candies.

I wish that I could eat these every day!

!!!!!!!!

I've read this book...

So I'm reading a really good book called 'Twilight' and it's by Stephenie Meyer.

It's about a 17 year old girl named Bella who falls in love with a vampire.

The movie is actually coming out this November. (It used to be in December,

but it was moved up 3 weeks)

So this vampire that Bella falls in love with is named Edward. As he is a vampire,

he never ages. He's been 17 for 90 years or so.

Here is a link to watch one of the 2 trailers made:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBvOhfL4mYw

Finish this story!

Read the story. Imagine the ending. Go to the 'comment' page.
Write me the end of the story.

Here it is.

No one goes down the far left hallway anymore. Not since that happened.Because people are scared of what is behind the silver door. The silver door is the only door down that whole hallway. When you lookat it, goosebumps automatically form on your arms without your noticing.A faint green light glows from the crack under the door. No one dares enter that room nomatter how heavy the circumstances.Because people are scared of what is behind the silver door.

My favorite things

movie: Tuck Everlasting, DUH!

food: Anything pasta. Ravioli, macaroni, spaghetti, lasagna, yeah...

friend: I have quite a few friends. I couldn't choose favorites.

dessert: Ohhhhh why did you even ask? I love EVERY dessert. When it comes down
to desserts, I am NO picky eater.

sport: I'd have to say Dance Dance Revolution!!!

brand of clothing: Old Navy

brand of toothpaste: Pepsodent's my fave

hobby: I'm totally addicted to Dance Dance Revolution

My favorite quotes from Tuck Everlasting

"What we Tucks have you can't really call 'Livin'. We just.....are. Like
rocks stuck on the side of a stream. You don't need to live forever, Winnie.
You just need to live."

Tuck Everlasting

Ok. So I just watched the most AWESOME movie last night

called Tuck Everlasting.

It's about a family of 4 back in the 1800's. They have been

traveling all day so they stop by stream of water and drink

from it. Then they continue on their way, find a place to settle,

build a house, and start living their lives like they should. But

then wierd things start happening.

Jesse, the youngest, (17 years old) falls out of a huge tree and

breaks his neck. But then he stands up, really confused. Not dead.

Then the father gets bitten by a rattlesnake. He doesn't die.

Miles, the oldest, (25 years old) gets shot. He doesn't die.

They're all fine.

Soon they figure out that the water that they drank at the little

stream that very hot day made them immortal.

So they hide out in the woods for about 100 years, never aging.

Soon, 15 year old Winnie Foster stumbles upon Jesse in the magic

woods and requests a drink of water.

Miles and Jesse kidnap her to tell her the truth about the stream

and why drinking from it is a bad idea. That maybe being

immortal is more a curse than a blessing.

So Winnie and Jesse fall in love and yeah I just gave the whole

thing away, didn't I?

It's a 10,000,000,000,000% MUST SEE MOVIE!!!!

Something wierd that's happening to my chin:

Ok. This is going to sound gross. But as after lunch I went
to the bathroom to rinse off my hands, I noticed that the
skin on my chin was peeling off. I don't know why! So
I peeled off the rest of the skin the was hanging off and
headed to my next class. But right now I'm guess-timating
that it's probably from my head-gear that I put on every
night.
I got my headgear last Monday. I have to wear it every day
for at least 11 hours.

I'm finally starting to get the hang of where all my classes
are. It's convenient where my locker is postioned.

A-day agenda!

6:30 am: Wake up, brush teeth, get dressed, have breakfast.

7:30 am: Leave to walk to the bus-stop

7:45: am: Bus leaves.

8:05 am: Head to my A1 class..... Creative Writing w/ Mr. Chappell.

10:35 am: Go to my A2 class.... Utah History w/ Mr. Tom

12:00 pm: Go to my A3 class.... CTE w/ Mr. Myers.

1:30 pm: 2nd lunch.

The rest of the day.... Orchestra w/ Mr. Beck!

You've probably noticed that all my teachers are men.

I'm an Orch Dork. It's OK to be jealous.

I'd have to say that my #1 favorite teacher in Jr High would be
my Orchestra teacher, Mr. Beck.
Let me describe him to you.
Very very very very tall. About 6 ft 9.
Dark hair, long neck, and EXTREMELY funny. I leave his
music room every A-day with tears of laughter still streaming
down my face. I don't think I would still take cello if I had
a strict teacher.

MR. BECK RULES!

A little story I wrote:

It was 11:45pm on a cool September night.
Mary wanted to get her last hour of exercise in
before family vacation. She drove up the canyon
to a nice paved bike trail and started her jogging
right there.
She jogged once around the golf course than she
headed back to her car. As she came around the
corner and saw her car parked 100 yards away,
headlights swerved around the corner and headed
right towards her. She moved off to the side, but
it did no good. The drunk driver wheeled to the left
and hit her, not running her over, but trapping her
between the front of the car and a tree trunk.
She died that night.

Lights, Camera, Action!

Hello! And welcome to my very very very first blog. I'm so excited!
My name is Becca. Here is a little bit about me.
I've always loved working with words, such as writing novels, reading
books, doing wordsearches and crossword puzzles, unscrambeling
words, and that sort of thing. I love English classes and Creative Writing.
At the end of 6th grade I got a certificate for being the "Best Author"
in 6th grade. I know, I'm bragging a little. But I really did.
I will be happy to post some of my stories on here for those who really
like to read my stories.

-Hobo Becca