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Friday, 31 January 2014

January the Thirty First 2014.

Becca's (not quite) Infinite List Of Wonderful Things.


One: Dancing in the rain.
Two: Laying in the middle of the road at midnight.
Three: Watching the stars from your roof.
Four: Holding hands with someone you love.
Five: Eskimo kisses.
Six: Forehead kisses.
Seven: Playing air guitar with someone.
Eight: Reading in the garden.
Nine: Rain landing on a tin roof.
Ten: Having someone tell you they're proud of you.
Eleven: When your hair smells really pretty.
Twelve: Listening to your favorite music really loudly.
Thirteen: That little secretive smirk/smile people get. 
Fourteen: Making your friends laugh.
Fifteen: Acting silly.
Sixteen: The sound of the waves.
Seventeen: Building pillow nests during storms.
Eighteen: Blanket forts/tents.
Nineteen: Pretending you're a rock star in your bedroom and dancing/jumping on your bed like you're on stage.
Twenty: Cuddles with Mum.  
Twenty One: Hot guys.  Just hot guys.  They're pretty to look at.
Twenty Two: Being told you're beautiful.
Twenty Three: Getting good grades.
Twenty Four: Sleepovers with best friends.
Twenty Five: Smelling books.
Twenty Six: Feeling wanted, cherished, and loved.
Twenty Seven: Kissing someone and having them smile against your lips.
Twenty Eight: Daydreaming.
Twenty Nine: Having a special nickname from someone you love. Eg: Angel, Princess.
Thirty: Communicating with your friends with just a look.
Thirty One: Knowing you can trust someone.
Thirty Two: Taking funny selfies with friends.
Thirty Three: Tumblr.  
Thirty Four: Having nice teachers that you can joke with.
Thirty Five: Long train rides where you can just stare out the window and everything starts to go faster and morph into one.
Thirty Six: Spooning. 
Thirty Seven: Watching your favorite movies.  Especially Disney.
Thirty Eight: Sleeping in.  Or just sleeping in general?
Thirty Nine: Meow Meows.  (Translation: Cats, Kittens.)
Forty: Chicken nuggets and Red Velvet Cupcakes. 
Forty One: Writing something you love and feel proud of.  Something you're willing to share with others. 
Forty Two: Giggling at two o'clock in the morning because you've read something funny online.

Okay, felt like doing that.. So today I covered my school books (Actually Mother Dearest did.. And they look amazing, I'll post pictures tomorrow when I can be bothered to look for my camera.), Leprechaun came over and we headed to the second hand book shop where I bought Daniel X by James Petterson and he bought me The Body Finder by Kimberly Derting.  Then Mother Dearest dropped Leprechaun home to get ready for work then she and myself went to the cheap shop thing and she bought me Game Runner by B.R. Collins, Earthfall by Mark Walden, some Winnie The Pooh book about Tigger, and The Princess Bride DVD.  Then we headed home and I've just been listening to music and day dreaming all afternoon, planted some flowers outside my bedroom window. We had a family dinner tonight, Shabat (I think I spelled that right?).  Benny Boy forgot to have his medication this morning and he had work today so he was in a baby mood.  It made me feel sad seeing him like that given that he's an eighteen year old nearly nineteen... I love him I just sometimes feel sad for how he is because I know when he's 'normal' he hates the idea of Baby Ben... I just wish there was more I could do to help him. Anyway, after dinner I've just been selecting music that I think would be good to listen to in class and just at school.  So a school playlist.  I'll get the songs later and put them on my phone. I'm going to read a little tonight... Tomorrow I'm meeting Cookie, Leprechaun, and Sharp to go fishing.  I personally hate fishing and being near the river because it smells like fish and I hate that smell but I miss her and she's always with Sharp so.. I'll go along.  Probably bring a book.. Anyway, my back is hurting the way I'm sitting on my bed at the moment so I think I'll wrap this up here.  Please support my blog and subscribe, and comment, and the whole sh-bang. 


Live long and prosper, godspeed.

Becca. 

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