A Day in the Life of Rebeca (or something like that)

All is well. I've eaten and now I'm in a slightly better mood but craving chocolate and my stomach is still upset. I don't know what is wrong with it and I'm starting to not care.  SO, in light of my not caring, I am going to write a SUPER SHORT STORY (LOL).  No seriously. I have to. It's a goal. Not a fanfic but still terrible fanfic quality. _____________________ That stupid conniving manipulative stuck up DEMON. SERIOUSLY. Her phone banged against the wall and she collapsed onto her bed, crashing face-first. She shouldn't blame him, I mean, it's not like she  knew him or anything. He was just a jerk.  'Deep breaths Amarie, deep breaths.'  'He is out of your life' Inhale. You have all the books in the world. Exhale. You can go buy chocolate after this. Inhale. Chocolate with tea. Exhale Ooooohh and some of those little tea cakes. Inhale Maybe she would stop by and browse tha

You know those moments you really want to be alone? You question, 'why am I in the living room if people won't just leave me the heck alone and I know it'. Well my dear imaginary non-existent friend, I am waiting  for my soup to cook so I can eat something so I can be in peace and go to my room and be left heavenly alone. Something my family just does not understand. Allow me to elaborate: No one is downstairs No one has been downstairs for hours I decide to go downstairs because no one is downstairs Everyone comes downstairs I go upstairs Everyone ELSE goes upstairs I go back downstairs because everyone is updairs People come back downstairs Makes me want to smash my head against something hard very very badly. Why can't people just leave me be? I do not want company, I do not want to be interrupted every five minutes - I simply want ot be left alone. I don't understand why that is so hard to comprehend. I don't want to know why your are laughing, w

We don't know how lucky we are - myself included. Well I do, kind ok? I think I know but I don't appreciate it. I do feel guilty over it though. Like right now,  I just got up to close the sliding door because I was getting cold. Simple right? But what if you didn't have the choice? I have a home, I can choose to be warm or to cool off. People without a home do not have that choice. I can eat whenever I want. I can bathe, sleep, rest, play, work, eat, be cozy, watch a show, whatever the freaking hell I want. And there are thousands of people out there who cannot.  Sure I should get off my butt and do something about it, but I don't. I can. I just don't. I'm too much of a coward. So that's my guilt trip for this entry... I really just needed to get that out in writing to something/someone. I REALLY needed to.  That said, I started a one-shot fanfic because why not (despite the fact that it is 12:30 and I should totally be asleep. So tomorrow, for my break

Ok so it is the second day, and I am determined to write something every day. Preferably not at 1 AM every time as I have work tomorrow... and I should REALLY be going to sleep, so perhaps I will keep it short. Or at least attempt to. Build a ladder moments: Yummy matcha horchata latte thing I made myself FINDING THE COVER THING FOR MY EARBUDS - you have no idea how happy that  made me Silliness and thankfulness aside (both equally important) there are two other items I need to address. My vision / where I see myself (living conditions/life style) Why I feel so guilty  Number two will be addressed first.  BUT BEFORE THAT - here is a GREAT article that made me snort and then chuckle and laugh again: http://sdcitybeat.com/culture/well-that-was-awkward/a-super-chill-guide-to-dockless-bikes/  Great now I just feel like writing silly, so here is the TLDR: why should I have a comfy bed, options to eat almost whatever I want when I want it, when there are people wit

TL;DR - read the title Ok so it is nearly 1 in the morning, a time which I swore I would be asleep at this morning - and yet here I am awake (though I admit I am sleepy), though at least I know I can wake up, put my bread the toaster and then get dressed. Which means nothing to you - my imaginary reader. So why exactly am I up so late in the evening? Well. I rediscovered (well written) fanfiction. Not going to lie or be ashamed...but the current author's story I'm reading right now had my laughing SO HARD I cried. It's just incredibly brilliant. But I digress - that is not why I'm writing for the second time this evening. No. I know what I should and must write about each and every evening. At least one or two positive things that happened this day and one current event. So I shall report - my two positive things for today: I had an extremely yummy dessert drink at Coffee Bean called the Matcha Horchata (which is absolutely DELICIOUS!). I'm even consideri

I was once told that writing is therapeutic. That it will help me feel better - so I guess I'll start by writing in this blog again. I suppose all that is left is to spill my guts out to some online blog that no one will ever read like millions of others have done and will continue to do. I seek to commit to write every night, except Shabbat - because that would be wrong. It will not matter what I write about, I will just write the muses and nonsense that are my thoughts. For instance, right now I'm sitting at a coffee bean listening to In Noctem on repeat while I type away looking busy on this laptop of mine. Trying not to be sleepy. Trying to be productive. Trying to do the right thing. The question is - what is the right thing? What  should  I be doing? I told myself I would read through graduate programs - but then that voice of doubt whispers back that it's a waste of time. And I listen to it, though I very well know I shouldn't. But I still do because I have n