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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How hilarious is this? I just found this little bloggy poo after 2 years? Good God. How do people keep these things going? ANYWAYS. Just thought I’d post a little howdy doo before I go eat some tomatos, basil and balsamic vinegar. Since my last post many a things have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Married! To Matt smarty pants- it was in dallas and it was the best thing to happen to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;2)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parents business closed and got absorbed like a cell getting nutrients by another company, I worked for that company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;3)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That company laid me off because they didn’t have these monies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;4)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I don’t have these monies. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But Moto was bought by Google so Matt’s the bread winner in this family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;5)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Summer is the best. Been on like a million trips around the US. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;6)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Been mostly updating twitter, facebook and now google +.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now I just need to link all these things together and be REALLY annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;7)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also been busy doing side projects for family and friends, illustrating books, making logos, websites etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;8)&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found this old blog after Emily Fehren said she was reading her old Xanga. Because that still exists. Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-6727501304908428910?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/6727501304908428910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=6727501304908428910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6727501304908428910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6727501304908428910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-re-found-this-blog.html' title='I just re-found this blog'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7842599188325754623</id><published>2009-10-13T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:44:16.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a world of time and space</title><content type='html'>It’s been forever but just to be clear, still live in Chicago, still working for parents, changed apartments to something much bigger and way more grown up but also older and therefore colder?  Correlation? I hope not.  Anyways, I can feel myself getting sicker and it makes me so mad.  My throat is the battleground this time.  I sound like a chain smoker right about now, and it probably won’t get better until it gets worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to see Michael Showalter and Michael Ian Black which is exciting and really awesome, but I might need a tea or coffee to keep me there.  And it’s at the Metro, which is way bizarre to me.  For a comedy show?  There better be chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I gotta shower or do some work but either way do NOT need be on here.  You can count of my sporadic updates never and don’t expect to hear about much else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7842599188325754623?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7842599188325754623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7842599188325754623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7842599188325754623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7842599188325754623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-of-time-and-space.html' title='a world of time and space'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-6687358216046346726</id><published>2009-02-05T21:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:52:54.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you better believe it!</title><content type='html'>Good grief. Who’s got time to write a fucking blog? Not me.  although I do have as much time as ever on my hands.  I find myself drawn to other fascinating things like working out, writing scripts for concert ticket competitions, watching movies on tv and from netflix, sending way too many emails to my friends and father/boss and general making and eating too many desserts.   It’s a rough life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are coming up:&lt;br /&gt;Going to coloraqdo with my mom for business &lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s day! Which means I get to go to a hockey game! Hoorah. &lt;br /&gt;Going to Arizona also for business (that’s not until march) &lt;br /&gt;Being cool… all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Winter ending (this will never fucking happen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I will say this.  Things are good and fine.  The only thing that really sucks right now is the weather.  It’s so cold. All the time. I’m so pasty. But this weekend it’s supposed to be like 40 degrees and a little rainy.  So maybe all this nasty dirty ice will be washed and melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-6687358216046346726?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/6687358216046346726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=6687358216046346726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6687358216046346726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6687358216046346726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-better-believe-it.html' title='you better believe it!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-8086682146554743328</id><published>2009-01-20T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:06:12.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and what a day!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally! Thank God! Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;All these things can be said during today.  American paused and watched as something kind of absolutely amazing happened.  More emphasis, more meaning, more joy has been placed on today’s events than I’ve seen in a very long time.  It’s not really about the one guy up there, but the whole nation believing in something bigger.  What is this bigger thing that has overcome almost everybody? I have no idea.  It’s a lot of things I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aretha Franklin’s hat is kind of awesome also.  Her singing definitely brought some mist to my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the classical music superstars coming together, was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so easy. Just like that.  Hail to Chief. Boop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good speech.  Pretty convincing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the old man prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go work out before noon because they close at noon and then open at 3.  So I didn’t want to wait that long.  So I went but I waited too long and went during the inauguration.  But I recorded it on CNN and NBC.  Amazing.  So there you go.  History.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all great, good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-8086682146554743328?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/8086682146554743328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=8086682146554743328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8086682146554743328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8086682146554743328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-what-day.html' title='and what a day!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-673884262059986451</id><published>2009-01-13T15:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:54:53.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>over a tuesday</title><content type='html'>Hearing snoring even while I am awake and awake for good annoys the shit out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already went and worked out, felt good.  I’ve decided I’m only going to work out in the morning.  It’s the best time.  you feel good for the rest of the day, it’s less busy there and the lady that works there during the morning is super nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m going to work on some slicks for SCA Walls.  And I’ll be writing whenever things pop into my head over the course of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was sitting at our table and working on my laptop and stuff and of course trying to distract myself I looked to the bookshelf and how and behold a glorious set of my journals.  Starting roughly freshman year of college.  Which was like half full!!! It’s so funny reading things about meeting Sara and Emily and thinking about boys and stuff. And then another journal was completely full of travels, having each day and what we did.  It’s great.  And of course through out all of these spirals there are phone numbers to remember, passwords, doodles, testing pens and markers.  It’s great.  And I wrote an update in the one that contained freshman year.  I just felt like I had to complete the story a little bit.  Even though I realize now I didn’t mention that I did graduate and it was in fine and applied art’s art history and it was in 4 years.  Well I’m announcing that to the world now so there you go.  I worried a lot in those journals, more than I remember.  But maybe because I didn’t worry to anybody else?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have Matt, who gets the unfiltered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I want some chocolate. Maybe just a granola bar? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm (yes I ate a granola bar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time to shower.  Tommy James and the Shonells make a great “best of”. “Run, Run, Baby, Run” needs to be covered by Jens Lekmen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-673884262059986451?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/673884262059986451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=673884262059986451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/673884262059986451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/673884262059986451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-tuesday.html' title='over a tuesday'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-129413126412899270</id><published>2009-01-09T08:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:15:20.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously, japan?</title><content type='html'>I’ll be honest.  I have not being keeping up my side of the bargain with this blog here.  I mean you, valued reader, I know check every moment you can to see if I have any updates.  But you come here and there’s nothing…. For a month. Pathetic really.  But let’s not be coy here, I’m in love with you, dear reader, just you.  Don't give up on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the month of December literally flew by.  It was my birthday and then before I knew it, it was New Years.  But before that was Christmas.  I went down to Texas for it and had a great time.  Besides seeing family and some extended family, the best parts were the following: fireworks, sunsets, a mini bike.  Going down there was so nice.  The weather was warmer and the food is always good.  We had a plethora of tamales and smokehouse turkey.  My dad’s theater room is ridiculous.  And really I can’t describe it anymore than that…. You’d just have to see it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways.  Came back to Chicago and it was new years eve! Which was both fun and irksome.  And it happened in that sequence.  Just fun drunk turned into shit show drunk, but I still think it was a lot of fun.  But the next day my parents visited! Which was really nice.  I hadn’t even seen our apartment yet.  They thought it was cute.  We also spent about 2 hours trying to get some Gino’s Pizza.  But it was worth it.  They also saw that we didn’t have any table and chairs so we went to Target and they bought us a little dinette set, which is much appreciated.  Then while my mom and I put it together matt and my father both fell asleep.  Geesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one book recommendation: My Custom Van by Michael Ian Black.  If you read just the chapter titles and you don’t laugh then don’t talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now on the tv is Godzilla 2000, a Japanese film that is dubbed over and probably the greatest thing I’ve seen so far on tv.  Not only does Godzilla have the same sound effect and look that it’s had through out the years, but the people of Japan STILL don’t know how to deal with Godzilla? I mean it took Americans only one try and Matthew Broderick took care of it.  Japan get your shit together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-129413126412899270?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/129413126412899270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=129413126412899270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/129413126412899270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/129413126412899270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-japan.html' title='seriously, japan?'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4963429859965355220</id><published>2008-12-08T08:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:26:02.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a lot to say and you're going to read it.</title><content type='html'>So it’s been a while.  You COULD blame me but then I’d punch you in the gut.  P.S. this is a long one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened like the following: traveling across the world and realizing that I HATE flying I hate being in an airplane for more than 4 hours.  If I am in a plane for over 4 hours my body starts to attack itself and my innards begin to implode.  It’s like this weird gassy, bloating feeling where you don’t want to do anything except lay down horizontally but you can’t because you’re in fucking coach. Needless to say I have only ever flown better than coach once in my life.  Business class convinced me that I should make money so I can always be in business class. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes okay we went to Italy.  And by we I mean me, matt, my brother, my mom and dad.  So a family vacation, even though we are all over the age of 23.  First we were in Rome, which was a delight.  That city has way too many things to see so we had this tour by Eden Walks, I highly recommend it.  All their guides are native speakers of English, which was greatly appreciated. After Rome and it’s many, many marvelous things.  We went to stay in Tuscany in this freezing but absolutely adorable farmhouse that was apart of a greater hotel/resort sort of complex.  From the farmhouse we were able to bus it to Florence, which as always just like POW, BAM!  It’s a Batman fight sequence, only you are the bad guy and art is the caped crusader.  Matt, my mom and I even climbed the Duomo, to the top, which I think matt best described at the “worst thing I have ever done in my life, but pretty awesome.”  Then the next day we went to Pisa, to that outrageous leaning tower.  And we got to climb up that too.  It was very odd though…. climbing stairs in a building that is leaning.  There are some parts of the stairs that were really easy to climb and then it get really, really hard.  But the whole family made it to the top for some great views and good pictures.  Then after all that we went back to Rome to catch a plane all together back to NYC to then connect to flights to our homes.  But sometime between paying for water bottles and these things called pocket coffees, I managed to lose my wallet.  Or someone stole it.  But they didn’t know that all I had in there was 5 USD and 2 euros, two bank cards that they couldn’t possibly use, and a drivers license that would means nothing to them.  Fucking idiots.  More probable is that I left it on the counter or it dropped out of my pocket.  But besides the wallet thing on the VERY last day, it was a great trip.  Traveling with my family is rough at times but when everybody is in awe of a Michelangelo or watching fire we started in the kitchen the rough parts aren’t that important.  We were there for a week and like I said it was great.  But you know what the best part of vacation? Getting home.  Being able to hear, read and understand English (and it’s everywhere!).  Buy a hot dog.  Cover food with cheese.  Take public transportation and knowing what the fuck you’re doing. These are the things that life is worth living for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew back on Thanksgiving.  One of the best made up American holidays.  It doesn’t take too much to celebrate it and I feel like other countries really should pick this one up if they haven’t already.  Here are the steps: 1) eat food, a lot of it.  Mostly just comfort foods, things with a lot of starch and fat, and that magical chemical that makes you sleepy.  2) Be around people that you love and hate. 3) have a professional sporting event on.  4) make way too much of step 1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I missed thanksgiving this year I still had a miniature one with Matt and Jami and Sarah.  It was really cute and I really enjoyed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my birthday on December 2nd.   It really wasn’t a big deal, which was nice.  I mean I didn’t really have any plans to do anything.  Emily came into town and we perused the downtown Christmas decorations.  It was cold but not too bad and just darling.  There was one tree in front of the Hancock building that I wanted to steal because it was so beautiful, it was how every Christmas tree should be, so saturated with lights that you forget it once was a living thing.  Then later for dinner, we all went to Kuma’s Corner.  It was a pretty alright night.  Matt got me the box set of “home movies” which I love.  My parents got me 3 things.  My mom got me this cute trench coat that is from Michael Kors, tre chic.  She also got me a child’s video game called “Little Pet Shop,” which she got for me because when I was younger I was an avid fan of the toy line.  Recently they revamped it and it’s pretty different now, all the eyes are big and doe-y, all their heads are grossly out of proportion.  You know the style was “girl” toys have taken these days (which really makes no sense to me, I mean I know Barbie is classically very out of proportion but this is getting ridiculous).  And my dad got me a monopod.  “a monopod?” you ask.  Yes a monopod.  Not quite a tripod and not quite a cane but you put your camera on it for some stabilization though not quite enough to completely remove some amount of movement.  If I can’t use it for it’s real purpose I can still really beat down someone with it, so that’s comforting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other comforting thoughts, I already got my new debit cards and my new drivers license and I ordered my new speedy cta Chicago card.  All I really have to replace now is my library card, which is going to cost ONE dollar.  I guess I can live with that.  Also I ordered winter boots from some brand up in Canada.  One of the huge selling points is that the boots were “salt and calcium resilient” and they have a zipper up the side.  It snowed here in Chicago.  Just like 2 inches but it was lovely and not too evil.  Matt and I bought our first Christmas tree together.  And I decorated it the best I could and I think it’s the cutest thing to ever be put on our living room floor (in your face, duck rug).  My engagement ring is done and I can go pick it up from the post office today.  I’m very excited to have it on my finger.  And it’s going to be all shiny and beautiful.  Pictures of course will be on Facebook.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Last Friday I got to see Stella live at the Vic Theater.  They were so good and it made me so happy to see them.  My favorite part is when they crack up over each other’s goofs.  Oh Michael, Michael and David! Least favorite part of that night, record breaking lows, like 8 degrees Fahrenheit- are you kidding? And I’m afraid it’s only going to get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4963429859965355220?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4963429859965355220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4963429859965355220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4963429859965355220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4963429859965355220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-lot-to-say-and-youre-going-to.html' title='I have a lot to say and you&apos;re going to read it.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2927920232798167800</id><published>2008-11-17T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:56:59.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE - ACK!</title><content type='html'>Kevin Bacon’s best work? Tremors. Duh.  Actually besides Footloose I don’t think I can name another Kevin Bacon movie.  That’s probably for the better.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyways!  I’m pretty stoked about Rome, though I feel like I’m getting anxious and I hate that feeling.  Maybe it’s because we’re leaving on a Wednesday.  Maybe it’s because it’s still Monday!!! Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.   This weekend was a pretty fun.  Friday we drank and went over to a friend’s apartment where we played flippy cup! Which I haven’t played in maybe a year.  It was great, still had the touch too.  The guys at this apartment who I had never met before thought that me and Sarah were “ringers”.  Haha.  The rest of the night was ridiculous- went to a bar and it gets a little fuzzy from there.  but made it home and slept til 2.  Gross.  The next night it was a birthday gathering at a bar.  Which was attended by a ton of people that I only associate with Urbana house parties.  Some of them were delightful others I wanted to punch in the face.  Some of those guys just don’t realize that no body actually likes them.  And they’re never really invited to anything they just show up, god, they suck.  But the night was still very pleasant and we even got a ride home!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else? I don’t know- need to do laundry.  I bought a suitcase that is pretty and new.  And we need to try to finish the food in the fridge… ugh see? Anxious! I hate it. Maybe it’s the coffee.  I’m gonna watch True Blood now… this show is so stupid, why do I keep watching it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2927920232798167800?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2927920232798167800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2927920232798167800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2927920232798167800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2927920232798167800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/11/chocolate-ack.html' title='CHOCOLATE - ACK!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7093699897771552464</id><published>2008-11-12T08:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:48:10.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to do's</title><content type='html'>Hey ho!&lt;br /&gt;So What’s up?  Not too much I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working plenty on SCA Walls stuff, which is good.  I enjoy that there is a task list to work on.  Even though a lot of it is pretty tedious, i.e. editing photos to all look the same, editing photos for the website, creating pdf’s.  But by far the most rewarding and challenging work was on the brochure.  A 4 page leave behind that design wise needed to feel like a Herman Miller publication.  So that means a lot of white space and a sense of unbalanced symmetry.  I hope they need more stuff like that in the future it was fun to make.  I mean I’ve got it a way that I’m okay with it, though honestly I could probably mess with it forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave in a week for Rome.  A WEEK! Today I think I’m going to write out everything I should bring. So I don’t forget anything.  Also I need to check the weather.  All the guidebooks say not to travel to Rome in November because it rains the most during this month.  But oh well.  Maybe it won’t be so rainy and maybe the crowds will be small because all the guidebooks told people not to be there! Oh to see the Sistine Chapel with out 2000 other people! I’ve been reading guidebooks.  And also a while ago my mom bought and had shipped to me a historical fiction book called “Roma”.  It’s a story from sort of prehistory to I think the times of Jesus.  I haven’t finished it; it’s huge.  But I’m going to finish it before we leave, I swear! And actually I would totally read it all day but I do need to do SOME work.  But what I have read I enjoyed.  The story follows an amulet that is a gold penis with wings that follows its heritage.  Ridiculous.  I mean I’m sure such charms existed but the author couldn’t find something else to have wings?  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt bought an iPod touch.  It is pretty ding dang spiffy, my brother just bought one too.  So they can have fun with those during our plane rides.  I hope I can sleep on the plane some.  Heck it’s 8:30 am and I feel like I could sleep for another 4 hours.  Our plane leaves at like 5 pm and gets into Rome at 7 am… or something like that.  Whew.  Just the thought makes me tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 pm I have to watch for the UPS man with a package that contains a new winter jacket.  Yay!  Now if only the weather would make up it’s mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems monotonous but I am extremely thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7093699897771552464?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7093699897771552464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7093699897771552464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7093699897771552464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7093699897771552464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-dos.html' title='to do&apos;s'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-97084102976293753</id><published>2008-11-09T01:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:49:03.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh brother</title><content type='html'>There is a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Seattle and had a sort of crash course in business sales.  It was very interesting and I was surprised how much gossip is involved.  I mostly took pictures of walls.  It was fine.  I got to wear business clothes.  And I got to spend time with my dad!  After Seattle I flew back to Chicago and Casey Best was in town! Yay! And Halloween happened.  I was this girl named Ashley Todd and she was the girl who faked being attacked by some Obama supporter.  We went to a show with King Kahn and the BBQ show.  Which was great even though I didn’t know any of the songs.  I don’t know when we did Saturday.  But it was a great weekend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday Barack Obama was elected the next president of the united states.  Pretty goddamn exciting.  Matt had gotten tickets to the celebration in Grant Park.  So we went and it was awe inspiring because of the amount of people and just everything was nice.  And then after the screaming and the clapping and listening to Barack it was time to go.  Getting out of the park took forever and while we were barely moving to get out of there Matt said that he loved me very much and I said the same back.  Then he said that he didn’t want to make a scene because of all the people but “I want you to have this” and in his hand was an engagement ring.  I was SOO surprised with matt’s proposal that all I could say was “what?” “what is this?” “what are you doing?” then he said you will marry me right? and I said YES! Of course.  And he gave me this ring from his great grand mother, from Philadelphia.  It’s beautiful but a little too small for my fat fingers. Hehe but Stef’s dad, is gonna take of everything and it’s going to be beautiful.  I’m excited to have it back to put on my hand.  Sigh. It was amazing.  Some great U.S. history and some personal history.  Something to tell the grandkids.  Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I flew to Dallas on Thursday and flew back on Friday. My parents wanted me there for talking to the new employees, who are sales people.  And talk about marketing literature and the new website.  It was a great to see dallas and my parents and my brother, even if it was just for one night.  I also felt like I had a real job for a while, so cool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, Friday, Jami and Sarah came over and we drank and went out and it was fun.  Today, Saturday, matt and I went all the way up to some suburb for shopping fun time.  it was silly.  And we ended up just ordering what we wanted from online.  Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that’s the catch up.  The past week has been NUTS! Agree? Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And leaving for Rome in like a week and a half.  Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-97084102976293753?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/97084102976293753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=97084102976293753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/97084102976293753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/97084102976293753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/11/there.html' title='oh brother'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3242669698445077388</id><published>2008-10-27T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:26:51.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>total biz cas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I’m leaving for Seattle tomorrow! And I already packed most everything to make sure I’m within the limit for carry-on’s and all my ouces and whatever.  Traveling is pretty tricky these days.  But I’m excited nonetheless.  I’ll be taking pictures and being charming and looking great in my biz cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be a busy week.  Tomorrow I leave and I come back Thursday which is also the day that a friend, Casey is coming into Chicago.  So I can’t wait to see him and spend some time with some old friends! But of course because it’s Casey, he’s coming in Thursday afternoon and leaving Saturday at 4 am.  What? I know.  And Friday is Halloween and I don’t even have a costume idea yet!  Who knows what I’ll end up “being”.  Although I’ve seen some pretty crazy/awesome ones online at instructables.com and mental_floss.  Both website blow my mind constantly, so enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about getting a cat… I don’t want to assume anything but I think Matt thinks it’s a decent idea too.  And my mom was like “your apt is too small” and I said “I’ll be the judge of that!” and I think there are plenty of apt. cats around Chicago.  I know in my building there is one apt that has 2 cats! And I just want a little bitty one.   and I think I have good ideas on how to hide litter boxes and I’ll of course buy plenty of lint rollers and I’m gonna brush it so there’s not a bunch of hair everywhere.  I’m gonna be the best pet owner ever.  Hehe I’m a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed today, up in Libertyville, where Matt works. So that sucks.  The weather has been so wishy washy. I just wish this fall had been gradual and less rainy.  I feel like it rained every weekend! Boo. I also noticed that now it’s cold I want to bake.  Cookies, cakes, muffins… it’s all good.  Which is also bad… for my figure… which is becoming more and more round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already voted this weekend- on Saturday.  Hooray democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3242669698445077388?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3242669698445077388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3242669698445077388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3242669698445077388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3242669698445077388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/10/total-biz-cas.html' title='total biz cas'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-957135771141738983</id><published>2008-10-24T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:23:25.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out! it's politics!</title><content type='html'>Just a couple of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why it’s so easy for the Obama campaign to not go completely negative- because the media simply reporting on the republican ticket is enough bad press.  Palin’s spending on clothes and make-up is completely ridiculous.  Though I can understand a woman getting a make over because she’ll be photographed constantly but not on the campaign budget money, and that’s just the beginning of the money misuse.  In this election I would say not one republican idea is for me ,but people gave that money to the party to be used for the campaign not for this “maverick” woman to “maverickly” buy every tailored suit jacket in sight at Neiman’s.  To quote SNL’s Weekend Update segement “Really?!?! with Seth and Amy”—&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also both McCain and Palin pretty much completely lying about everything is easy to disprove because, well, they’re completely untrue.  I mean all it takes for their claims to be cut down is a reporter to actually look into the statement.  Especially when it comes to their slander against Obama… friends with Ayers? Are you out of your fucking mind.  I once was in the same room as Brendan Fraiser and he talked to me (ok it was a theater and he was in a play) so does that mean that I was in the movie Encino Man? Hecks no.  I’ve been in groups or committees where I questioned some member’s intelligence and integrity but that doesn’t reflect at all on who I am.  But honestly I think Ayers just wanted change in this country and he was willing to do extreme things to see that change happen… albeit extremely violent things.  And he got pretty carried away by surrounding himself with other militants.  The actions should not be condoned by any means but the freedom to speak out against our government is something to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end though, because I’m a stupid girl and I have stupid empathy, I feel bad for McCain (not Palin though, she’s just kind of like a polished turd, more like real white trash with a $150,000 wardrobe).  I do think McCain used to be a different type of person. Not that I know him personally but all you have to do is watch an old interview of him and you can tell. He has gotten caught up in the GOP machine and now it’s about winning instead of holding true to who you are and what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why Obama is so appealing.  He is who he always has been (seemingly, again I don’t claim to REALLY know… how can one be so certain about the character of someone without meeting them and looking them in the eye?)  But it feels like Obama is genuine… refreshingly so.  By now he seems a little tired but his heart is still in it.  He still wants what he set out to do.  Honestly I wouldn’t surprised if he started crying during his acceptance speech.  I would.  Just watching this circus makes me want to cry when it’s over, I just hope its tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentiment also goes out to my good, great friend Emily, who I know probably HAS cried over it all.  She is currently campaigning hard for democrats in Alaska, which seems a bit like an uphill battle but what do I know?  I want all of Emily’s hard work to pay off.  I believe her when she says they make them work 14 hours a weekday and even on weekends there is work to be done.  I also believe her when she says that she sleeps barely at all and drinks 8 cups of coffee a day and still feels tired.  She’s going nuts and rightfully so.  She also says she constantly using the pluralis democratatis “we”. (I like making up latin) Which I think is funny.  But I want this to end happily for her, for me, for all our friends and good chuck of this country.  Obama '08!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this turned into quite a rant.  Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my grandparents would think about all this… catholic texans and christian scientist illinoisans? heck i wonder what my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; even think about this whole debacle.  I would ask but i don't want to know if i disagree with them.  I still think my parents are brilliant and I want to keep it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-957135771141738983?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/957135771141738983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=957135771141738983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/957135771141738983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/957135771141738983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-out-its-politics.html' title='watch out! it&apos;s politics!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5081231278347360016</id><published>2008-10-22T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:50:57.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the best, the worst, the so-so</title><content type='html'>So what’s up! Two posts in two days! Say it ain’t so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best: &lt;br /&gt;- Buying vests for business trips to Seattle.  It looks good too.  I’m excited to get to go on a business trip with my dad- I just hope my skin clears up before I get there.  &lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been listening to a lot of Chuck Berry, The Crickets, and Hank Williams. I love them all, very much.  It’s so funny how back in the early days of rock’n’roll many times you’d have a hit, then you would take the same melody and give it new words and boom there was you’re new hit.  So ridiculous.  But I’m just saying, I’m getting back to some roots and I love it. A little honky a little rock and I think you just defined my current taste in music.  It’s a shame that some of the recordings are so low fi. &lt;br /&gt;- Talking to people I love! &lt;br /&gt;- Reading funny things!&lt;br /&gt;- Frito pie: describe as the white trash nachos.  I completely agree, but when you’re craving it, nothing’s better.&lt;br /&gt;- A new sweatshirt I got that has some faux fur sort of lining, it’s so warm and fuzzy- it’s like wearing a teddy bear on the inside and the outside is bright turquoise, nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;- Halloween! I don’t have any definite plans but I don’t care.  I just like holidays that people perk up about.  I don’t think I’ve met one person that truly HATES Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Worst:&lt;br /&gt;- Falling asleep when I don’t drink one cup of coffee in the morning! &lt;br /&gt;- Getting fatter because I totally am.  Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;- Impulse buying the first season of pushing daisies and the fall on dvd.  It’s not so much an impulse buy but a “I want that, I get that”.  How childish. &lt;br /&gt;- Feeling worthless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so- so: &lt;br /&gt;- Every day stuff: washing dishes, washing hair, kicking around the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;- Weather’s getting colder.  Which is nice but also a bummer.  I love bundling up but I hate putting on socks and shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;- Monday- Wednesday.  They’re so-so… I prefer Thursday- Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- Silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5081231278347360016?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5081231278347360016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5081231278347360016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5081231278347360016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5081231278347360016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-worst-so-so.html' title='the best, the worst, the so-so'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7014157724533695373</id><published>2008-10-21T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:11:22.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fire on spaulding</title><content type='html'>So I was coming back from dropping Matt off at the train station to go to work and I notice that the street looks foggy or something and I park and notice that a house across the street from our apartment building is billowing smoke.  I had no idea what to do. There were already 3 people out in front of the house one girl on her cell phone.  The other two were banging on the door and the windows- trying to see if anybody was home.  I had no idea what to do.  It was scary. The girl on her cell phone had already called the fire dept and you could hear sirens in the distance which was good.  The guy who went to the back of the house, which you couldn’t even see from the alley way because of smoke, said “I got her” but I wasn’t sure if he had her or if he just saw who ever lived in the house.  But then the fire dept showed up and got around to the back and found the fire in the basement.  I couldn’t stay there and watch though I don’t like gawking.  So I went back to my apartment to call Matt.  And while I was watching from my window I saw them get the old woman out on a stretcher, thank god.  I just hope there wasn’t any body else in there. I couldn’t see the front of the house from my window but it sounded like they were hacking down the door and broke some windows to get in or something.  I don’t know, I haven’t gone out there again to see the end result.  But MAN! That was the weirdest thing to see at 7:15 in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more to tell about what happened but I just couldn’t allow myself to stand there and watch.  I feel so helpless and guilty.  Is that weird? Helpless because I can’t do more and guilty because I’m not TRYING to do more.  But the professionals, fire fighters, were pretty awe inspiring when they showed up.  Why does someone get into that? It just blows my mind. Could I do some thing so selfless?  I hope so.  I don’t really yearn for a chance to prove it but I would hope that I could be more “walk” than “talk”.  But at the same time, today I just froze I didn’t know what to do or how to comprehend even where to start.  In my defense though it was 7:15 and I was still wearing pajamas under my jacket and jeans.  Whew, it was scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like anything else I write about will be silly and insignificant. So I’ll stop there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7014157724533695373?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7014157724533695373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7014157724533695373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7014157724533695373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7014157724533695373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-on-spaulding.html' title='fire on spaulding'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4765639494088094043</id><published>2008-10-16T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:50:09.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>googly googly googly go away</title><content type='html'>Terribly sorry about the delay there have been a couple of things requiring my attention and they are the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for the parents.  After I did the website- which I DID finish by October 1, so in yo face.  But then I didn’t have much to do at all and that was a bummer but just yesterday I got some cds with a load of photos on them of walls and I have to go through them and figure out which ones look good.  Now this doesn’t sound hard but mind you it’s 4 cd’s worth of jpgs.  So yeah. And! I might be going to seattle pretty soon with my father on business to snap some photos and I guess be a SCA Walls cheerleader? Whatever, sure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Weezer concert.  Awesome.  The set list was pretty amazing and I wish the crowd had been a little more into it.  but whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt’s birthday was the 6 th.  He got a watch! And many many happy birthday wishes.  His parents came up last weekend, with his little brother.  They stayed in our apartment, but I think it would have been and will be a better idea to find a hotel for them.  our apartment is not very big and the one bathroom was almost always occupied.  Not that I have a bladder problem but it’s just one of those things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Sara is in Africa now.  She’s there on Peace Corps time.  I don’t know how much I’m going to miss her but I know I will.  I liked being able to send her nonsense emails and getting a response a couple of hours.  Now I don’t even know if she’ll be anywhere near a computer.  But we did agree to write a book together when she gets back about her time spent there and stuff.  I bet it’ll be fun.  I just really like the idea of collaborating on something creative.  Who knows if anything will come of it but it’s fun to think about writing for an audience.  Much like blogs I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my tv shows are on again.  It’s great.  I love TV except that you have to be so idle when you watch it.  If I had time, space, and money I’d totally be on a treadmill when I watch tv.  Oh Pushing Daisies.  I love that show.  More specifically I love Lee Pace.  He’s so handsome.  I looked up other things he’s been in.  His break out roll was in a tv movie called “Soldier’s Girl” where he was playing a transgendered lady man.  And I couldn’t watch it because it’s from 2003 but on youtube there is a behind the scenes of him putting on the fake boobs and make up and fingernails.  And I realized the weirdest part is his eyebrows.  They’re super feminine and thin.  He’s really thin too.  It looks interesting and maybe a little disconcerting.  I did get the movie “The Fall” form the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fall is so good.  Directed by Tarsem, who apparently did a ton of music videos and also directed “the cell” with henifer hlopez.  But this movie is just so beautiful.  And there’s a little girl in it and she’s wonderful.  It’s just a good movie.  I watched it once and then I watched it again with commentary.  And I’ll probably watch it one more time before I return it.  I think I’m going to have to buy it.  Ah I want to live it.  I hate this feeling though, when you like fiction so much you wish you were there.  You can’t do anything but think about it.  I guess I live but I can’t get it out of my head today and I’m kind of glad that it stuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family vacation to Rome is coming up at the end of November.  It’s going to be great but I don’t know I don’t think I’ve ever been to Europe in the fall or early winter.  It’ll be interesting.  My mom, dad, brother matt and me- yamma mamma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of anything else to say.  I’ve been at the computer for WAY too long.  So I’m gonna go read or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I notice I only update when people remind me I have this thing.  So if I forget again remind me to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4765639494088094043?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4765639494088094043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4765639494088094043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4765639494088094043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4765639494088094043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/10/googly-googly-googly-go-away.html' title='googly googly googly go away'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2951710051280540205</id><published>2008-09-29T08:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:18:12.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting old</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night and Matt told me I had been talking in my sleep.  In my dream I was at my old church in Dallas, the one I grew up in and stuff.  And there was a bunch of us “kids” even though we were just really like young adults and we were all lined up to go into a class for whatever and Robin Williams was the teacher or something and when he saw how many of us there were he was like really seriously mad and said something like “oh come on guys! ALL of you?” and I was like “SCREW this! If you can’t even handle this many people you fucking suck! I’m out of here…” it made me mad that a teacher would be like that- slacking from responsibility.  So then I went into the sanctuary and everybody was making a big deal because Sarah Palin was going to be in the crowd…which frustrated me more because a number of rows were reserved for a complete idiot.  So needless to say I bet I was mumbling in my sleep because I was so frustrated with everybody being so “ignat”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that dreams… Matt and I went to a preseason Blackhawks game against the Dallas Stars.  Bummer is that no of the big players were playing for Dallas…. Waa waaaahhhh…  but it was still a lot of fun.  I decided I could be a Blackhawks fan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve started watching a new show on HBO “True Blood” which is about vampires and Louisiana and a blonde Anna Paquin.  Vampire part= there’s a lot of sex and blood so I guess it’s okay….  Louisiana part- pretty much means that a bunch of actors, even British ones, have fake southern accents.  Some sound greats others, sound pretty much like the worst thing ever.  Anna Paquin= blonde, she’s alright as a lead, and she can read people’s minds.  Which is cool.  In the end though I feel lame for liking this show.  It’s such a pander to the “vampires are the new wizards” that is the new phrase in relation to tweens (“are the new teenagers”).  Man, I tell you what, I feel older every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news in my life… not much. Painted my fingernails, which I haven’t done since maybe high school.  They’re a nice dark blood red of course a little perlescent, makes me feel fancy and maybe a little dangerous.  Also for work I haven’t been able to wrack up any good hours because most of my job is waiting for my dad to get back to me or waiting for the copywriter to send me more pages.  I guess we’ll see I think this week might be a little more work… or at least I hope it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention! I got a ticket today on my car… for the TINTING! What are you supposed to do if you buy the car used, and not only that but in a different state?  So fucking stupid.  I mean I don’t have the money to go get the tint removed or replaced… ugh.  It really gives me the red ass.  I just hope I don’t get another ticket… or I will have to nicely tell them where they can put their ticket and their tinting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2951710051280540205?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2951710051280540205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2951710051280540205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2951710051280540205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2951710051280540205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-old.html' title='getting old'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3230536242729360411</id><published>2008-09-17T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:10:02.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what?....... what?</title><content type='html'>It’s been a while and for this I apologize.  I’ve been busier than usual… meaning I’ve been doing something! Hooray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now I’m not doing anything but sitting in front of the TV and listening to some bojo listen to music really loudly and singing along to it.  Good god.  I’d yell shut up out the window but I doubt they’d hear me over their bad music.  Ugh.  This music is not the first assault to my sense.  The past two days have been celebration of Mexico’s independence and what happens in celebration? I’m not completely sure but I know a lot of car honking occurs.  And my downstairs neighbors need to smoke out on the back stairway.  Ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I flew down to Dallas for a couple of days and got assigned SCA Walls work! So I’ve been working on their new website.  And they have expressed an interest in hiring me and my camera, which is more exciting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit I can’t write anything right now.  that stupid loud music and there’s a dog barking, and the tv’s going on.  By the way I hear a lot of people rumbling around in this apartment during the day.  I mean I’m home because “the office” happens to be in garland, tx.  But what the hell are these other people doing? Not going to work for one; and two, only like to listen to stupid loud awful music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to sara and she said she read this blog and laughed out loud and then it reminded me how I hadn’t written anything in a long time, so here I am.  It also made me think.  Was she laughing because she’s friends with me? Or do you think a complete stranger would also read and laugh out loud?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn’t buy a stolen iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3230536242729360411?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3230536242729360411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3230536242729360411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3230536242729360411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3230536242729360411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-what.html' title='what?....... what?'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7125969946646080726</id><published>2008-08-29T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:25:08.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>earlier, now, later</title><content type='html'>I fill my cup of coffee and then add a hot cocoa mix too it.  It’s the easiest way to have a sort of not really but still tastier to my child like palate mocha latte in my tiny apartment.  Yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way earlier this week, Jami, Celina and I went to the Chicago Museum of Contemporary Art.  It was free because it was Tuesday, which is always great.  But there was the exhibit on Jeff Koons.  Really interesting stuff.  My favorite things were the super metallic sculptures and the inflatable pool toys that were actually made out of aluminum and integrated into other metal things (i.e. ladders, chain link, industrial chain).  They were fantastic.  I wanted to touch it and feel how heavy things were.  He also had some wooden sculptures and some ceramic, which I think would have been more interesting if I had known the process.  I feel like so much contemporary art is lost on me because without knowing how they did something, I don’t feel like I can really appreciate it.  But then again that’s me.  There was also a lack of text in the exhibits to me.  Ya know if the artist is still alive- have them write some important things down- instead of their blurb that’s like “space is important, I tried to play with our perception of space” good lord DUH.  Things that artists are constantly blurbing about: self image, space, color, social norms, beauty.   When ultimately you know that it came down to this for any artist “I thought this would look cool”.  Then again I didn’t stay in the fine arts, so what would I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that have happened: I was sick for exactly one day.  It was the best head cold I’ve had.  I felt like shit for about 18 hours.  Most of those hours I was sleeping though.  There had been one pretty cold night and with a fan on me it was headed for disaster.  But I’m all better, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got my Chicago public library card! Hooray! So I checked out a book from an author my mom recommended- it’s a murder mystery, which I do thoroughly enjoy.  Every once in a while it’s to good to read something that you feel is important, that lets you know something about yourself or others.  But most of the time I just want entertainment, where people are smart and all sleuthy and bad guys get caught.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the big Obama acceptance speech at the Democratic National Convention.  It was good; it was strong.  Showed a “bring it on” attitude that needed to be stated.  I am happy that this election means so much; that people are really getting into it or at least feel passionate enough to talk to each other about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I’m waiting for a package from my mom with essentials things for me to continue on in the city of Chicago.  I still need to get my drivers license and register my car and stuff.  Man that day’s gonna suck going to where ever I have to go.  But waiting for this package is a pain.  The way my apartment building is laid out is hard for deliverymen.  It’s all gated so unless you’re the federal United States Postal Service, there’s really no way for you to get in.  So I left a note by the front gate for them to call me.  I just hope they see it and that they have a cell phone.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a 3 day weekend!!! It’s Labor Day on Monday, which Matt and I consider our anniversary.  I’m not really one to remember exact dates especially when it comes to something like “oh we have a 7 month anniversary”- ew, get over it.  Keeping your anniversary with a national holiday is easy and convenient; all you have to do is count years, none of this time-consuming month/day thing.  So it’ll be our 3rd year as a couple.  But what lays ahead for Becca and Matt? Well “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage,” or so grade school had informed me.  But steps in between those: get a dog, get a bigger place, buy a DeLorean and own it if only for a couple of moths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7125969946646080726?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7125969946646080726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7125969946646080726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7125969946646080726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7125969946646080726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/08/earlier-now-later.html' title='earlier, now, later'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3008079930981503627</id><published>2008-08-26T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:51:38.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>politics- ick.</title><content type='html'>Let’s talk about politics.  Just for a second.  Because the democratic convention started, um yesterday, and that’s all that’s on the news.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new poll stated the McCain and Obama were pretty much tied in ratings.  Who did they poll? Are you kidding me.  I don’t know how they perform these polls but I’ve got a suspicion that they might only be calling landlines.  Land lines for crying out loud.  How many voters are they missing out by not calling cell phones? A metric shit ton.  My parents for instance, they have landlines at their loft in downtown Dallas and at their house in rural east Texas, but do they use those more than their cell phones? Hecks no. It’s just frustrating to hear the “results” of polls, and CNN to take them so seriously like they’re the gospel truth.  No, CNN, you called 100 goofballs all around the country who are sitting next to their landlines during the daytime hours.  Who do you think is picking up the phone?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing that’s giving me the red ass, and I can’t believe this is still an issue.  Democratic supporters of Hillary Clinton vow to vote for McCain in November.  Um, are you on drugs? How is that going to help anything? Jon Stewart said it best when he said that McCain was getting the all important spite voters.  Honestly if someone was such a die-hard Clinton fan, generally that means you’re a die-hard democrat.  If that’s not how it works then I don’t know what.  It just boggles my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;I await my voter registration stuff in the mail, and dang it, I’m gonna vote.  Not that it really would make a huge difference, voting for Obama in Chicago, IL is like… blowing on a salad to cool it off.  Ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  New website that is currently blowing my mind, mentalfloss.com.  It’s kind of amazing.  It’s pretty much everything I’d ever want in a daily stop by and read sort of website.  Random information that I could use sometime to tell someone about something. Perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3008079930981503627?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3008079930981503627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3008079930981503627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3008079930981503627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3008079930981503627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/08/politics-ick.html' title='politics- ick.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-481413452668360269</id><published>2008-08-23T00:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:19:36.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunburned</title><content type='html'>My good friend Jami and I went to the beach on Wednesday.  When in Chicago, you often forget that there are beaches.  But there are and they’re delightful.  Well anyways we first get there at 12 noon and look for a parking space for about 30 minutes, because, well, it’s downtown.  And we were looking for free parking which is possible but you need to be a little lucky.  So we ended up paying for parking but it was only 9 bucks for like 5 hours.  So that’s good.  Anyways we’re just sitting out in the sun, ya know, chit chatting like girls do.  Which is pretty talking about how much we are awesome and everybody else is stupid.  But that’s beside the point.  We had sun block on… but that was not enough.  We both got scorched, Jami got it worse.  Hers was the worst on the back of her legs and back.  I saw a picture… it was painfully just looking at it.  I got mostly sunburned on the top of my legs.  Which isn’t awful just really annoying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains why for the past two days I’ve been walking around in the apartment in my unders.  Adding aloe vera and laying tea soaked hand towels on my legs.  Pants hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways! It’s Friday! Hooray. And Matt just hooked up this old website that him and his high school friends put together and used pretty regularly.  Sketti.net. So all night he’s been online talking to them and looking at high school shenanigans through the wonder of the internet and then laughing to himself.  And then he sends me a link to show me what he’s laughing at and I don’t get it.  I mean I love Matt and there are a lot of things we have in common but high school is not one of them.  They’re all goons, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… living in Chicago is still going all right.  We need groceries and more money.  But all in due time I guess.  Right now I’m focusing on aloe vera-ing my legs and trying not to be seen by the neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-481413452668360269?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/481413452668360269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=481413452668360269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/481413452668360269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/481413452668360269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunburned.html' title='sunburned'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2362526621301072277</id><published>2008-08-19T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:54:16.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>Trying to find a job is probably the most aggravating thing.  I wish it was like back in the day were you just show up and they’re like “I love your moxy, kid” and then you’re hired.  Oh well.  It looks like I’m going be doing some temp work, I think it works out perfect.  It’ll get me some experience and god knows maybe one of the companies will be like “I like your moxy” and hire me.  all I know is that I want moxy to be part of the process.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This Year” by The Mountain Goats.  This song is so earnest and true.  “I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me” who hasn’t been there?  It’s the sort of thing that makes you incredibly hopeful and also completely heartbroken.  Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early with Matt this morning.  After seeing him off, I watched the Today show.  Now, I’m not a "home maker" or really an adult so maybe I just didn’t get it.  But Matt Lauer and Al Roker are just too queer.  And I’m not talking about being gay, they did a faux performance of “tandem men’s rhythmic gymnastics” that was just so odd.  I knew it was supposed to be funny but instead it just made me cringe.  I don’t know maybe I am the one who is getting too old for this shit. So I turned off the TV and took a nap.  It was so great.  Oh man.  If naps weren’t such a waste of time I wouldn’t feel so bad.  But they are and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Olympics, huh?  People are going crazy over them lately.  I don’t know if it’s because the USA is doing pretty good, or I’ve just been that oblivious 4 years ago and then 4 years before that.  But things I’ve learned from the Olympics: &lt;br /&gt;Communist China is scary, sad and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;People get pissed over gymnastics. &lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps is God on earth… in a Speedo body suit. &lt;br /&gt;Bob Costas dyes his hair.&lt;br /&gt;Jamaicans are fucking fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Rushmore yesterday.  I think definitely one of my favorites.  “Yeah I was in the shit” “She was my Rushmore!” “Tell that Mick he just made my list of things to do today”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2362526621301072277?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2362526621301072277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2362526621301072277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2362526621301072277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2362526621301072277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-954230853916906746</id><published>2008-08-18T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:06:39.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back from GREAT BEYOND</title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br /&gt;I decided to come back because a lot of things are changing.  And I have some extra time now.  I also have so many amazing ideas that I just HAVE to write them down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s ketchup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, my dear matt, got a job with Motorola, they make cell phones, you know (and actually he just left for his first day of work!).  So after receiving his job offer we have scrambled to move to the Chicago land area.  His job is waaaaay up in a north suburb but we wanted to live closer to the city and to friends.  Because we figure being with friends shouldn’t be as much work as going to work.  So we ended up in Logan Square, real close to the blue line “L”.  By the way how are you supposed to spell that? “The elevated train of Chicago Transit Authority.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been living in Chicago for 2 weeks now.  New address, new bank account, I need a new license and new plates for my car.  I need a new job as well, and narrowing down that is seemingly impossible, suggestions are welcome.  And I really need to start some laundry but first I need about 10 dollars in quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in a long time that I’m going to have more than one hour by myself, which hasn’t happened in a long time.  I have to use this time wisely.  By blogging? Apparently yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s mustard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Holly “Everyday”-  Best song ever.  It gets stuck in my head so easily.  and singing a long the “hey ahey hey” or “faster than a rollercoaster”.  Oh Buddy Holly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut Records “Nighttiming”- Jason Shwartzman’s solo project Coconut Records.  I had no idea that this was him until about 5 days ago.  I mean I know hw was in phantom planet but I had no idea he was writing songs.  Honestly I love Nighttiming because it’s kind of a throw back, a disco pop rock, like candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just saw the 1987 film “Dragnet” starring Dan Aykroyd and Tom Hanks.  and they have a rap song over the end credits.  Which prompted the following scenario in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello Mr. Hanks, thanks for this interview. &lt;br /&gt;Hanks: you’re welcome. &lt;br /&gt;Me: So in the 1987 film “Dragnet” you rap over the end credits.  Who wrote those awesome rhymes? And what was it like recording that song?  Did you know how awesome it would be later?&lt;br /&gt;Hanks: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what he would say but it’s a funny idea.  There are a couple more questions for Mr. Hanks I would ask.  &lt;br /&gt;“In your older movies you were a lot more goofy, also I notice a lot more boobies in your movies from the 80’s- what happened to those type of movies? Are you too awesome for them?” &lt;br /&gt;“’That Thing You Do’ was a great movie, I would dare to say a cult classic in my library.  You co-wrote many of those songs that I, in all seriousness, could sing to you right now.  Do you think you’ll write some more songs anytime soon?”&lt;br /&gt;“If you could marry the moon/NASA, would you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Who do you love more Ron Howard or Steven Spielberg?”&lt;br /&gt;“Has this been a good interview? Or the best interview?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.  This is what I think about when it’s about 2 am I’m sleeplessly in bed awaiting to fall asleep and then wake up at 6:30, to see my little Matt off to work.  &lt;br /&gt;I’ve got some other grood (great +good =grood) questions for so many other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last quotation for you from a St. Louis rapper Yung Ro:&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I’m fresh, yes I’m clean, yes I’m rocking 200 dollar jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you thick, yes you bad, yes your boyfriend fiddin to be mad.  &lt;br /&gt;Yes I’m rich, I get cash, I like it when you shake it fast”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-954230853916906746?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/954230853916906746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=954230853916906746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/954230853916906746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/954230853916906746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-great-beyond.html' title='back from GREAT BEYOND'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-6877938735632652959</id><published>2008-05-22T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:15:09.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no's</title><content type='html'>i know i have been updating less and less and this is because of those pesky emails that my friends send back and forth about 10 times a day.  they are great but they are were all my updating and blah blahing goes into.  but anyways... let me catch up very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeff was in town.  i'm in love with him as a friend.  there are a couple of people i wish i always lived around and jeff is on that list.  &lt;br /&gt;graduation weekend went smoothly.  my poor parent had their luggage lost but other than that matt's family had a ridiculously good time.  the party we had in our garage was great... and i was up til 4 am playing video games with a bunch of dumb boys... but honestly would i have it any other way? no. &lt;br /&gt;still working at Za's can't WAIT! to get out of their though... it's not that it's hard work or people suck there.  it's just i'm ready to change it up and get a real job or something.  &lt;br /&gt;jami and i went down to texas (she is also on "always live around me" list) it was such a blast.  we got sunburned and went canoeing and my aunt lucinda was there at the lake house too.  it was just tooooo fun.  my parents had also bought a sasquatch statue so they had to put that out in the woods to scare the crap out of people.  the lake house is slowly turning into a novelty statue collection.  oh well.  Then my mother, aunt, jami and i all went to jefferson, texas to stay in a haunted hotel... i'm not kidding you jami and i were such little wusses that we slept with the light and the tv on... we couldn't help it our adrenaline was pumping and we couldn't get to sleep... ugh it was awful because also the next day we had to drive back to IL.  so silly but so much fun.  i miss it being sunny and having a real house instead of still chilly in the mornings IL and living in an apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;i haven't been working out because my work schedule is different and so i'm tired more when i get home plus last couple of weeks have been hectic... so i feel doubley gross.  blurgh.  &lt;br /&gt;also sad that tv shows are ending for the season... stupid writers strike! shows i watch: law and order, lost, 30 rock, the office, south park, and i feel like there's one more that i can't remember.... but man i love home movies lately... it so good but it's on so late on adult swim.  &lt;br /&gt;i think matt wants to try to move to chicago or i mean get a job there and then move... which i'm fine with... having friends around is good...&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now... smell ya later punks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-6877938735632652959?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/6877938735632652959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=6877938735632652959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6877938735632652959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6877938735632652959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-nos.html' title='oh no&apos;s'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2148582153347328627</id><published>2008-04-30T17:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:23:20.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever...</title><content type='html'>Yes it’s been a while I will admit but I can’t help it.  my good good friends and I have been emailing back and forth, right now we have an email thread that is about 25 posts long.  I LOVE these emails… I can’t express how much joy they bring to me… it certainly is the best thing since they’ve all left CU.  And they’re just all so funny I miss them… awww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also since my last post I was told by a secret someone that they read my blog and it was fun to read from newest to oldest.  And then I realized how people might actually read this, which I forget often.  And I don’t think it’s creepy in the least bit- anybody reading now-  I don’t care if you read as long as you don’t try to kill me or anything I’d say you’re doing pretty okay for yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other business on the docket: &lt;br /&gt;Matt graduates soon I’m so proud of him! &lt;br /&gt;Jeff mother fucking Hansch is visiting soon and I can’t wait!!! to see him. Jeff is truly a gem, a diamond in the rough one might say.  He’s like Aladdin, only he wears more than a vest and hammer pants.  &lt;br /&gt;Dallas stars are kicking ass and taking names and I like it.  Matt’s Flyers are doing well too which is good, but if they met in the Stanely cup playoffs I don’t know how we could still be dating.  Haha&lt;br /&gt;I had a very erotic dream with Stephen Colbert.  Of all people! But it was pleasant enough made me feel a little weird when I woke up.  I do love dreams that when you wake up you’re like “wtf?”&lt;br /&gt;Things are in bloom, which makes me very happy.  There are plenty of wildflowers and the popcorn trees are in full popcorn effect.  You know, white blossoms all over it.  So pretty.  &lt;br /&gt;I need to buy some more exercise shorts all the ones I have are good for running and walking but once I lift my leg to do the elliptical or a bike it’s like “hey there fat thighs”.  ICK!&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired I’m stopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2148582153347328627?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2148582153347328627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2148582153347328627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2148582153347328627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2148582153347328627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/04/whatever.html' title='whatever...'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-637949278691371663</id><published>2008-04-21T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:29:41.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never ending bar crawl</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the almighty barcrawl.  This year called “Moms on Strike” barcrawl.  Which I am to understand is from a song written and performed by kleenax the almighty, a band that is just some of the guys who started the barcrawl.  Ha.  So anyways.  It went from 12 noon to 2 am.  It’s really not bad if you pace yourself but still your body is not happy with you after something like this.  I went to sleep around 3 am? And I was wide awake at 6:30 am.  So I got up and walked around the block with my cell phone and a water bottle.  Just feel gross, not like vomity or hung over just trying to get my body to digest some of the booze I consumed.  Then I watched “charlie’s angels full throttle”.  So stupid.  And watching that put me to sleep.  So I feel asleep around I think 11 and slept til 5.  ANYWAYS.  It was a really fun day.  I just hope I didn’t make a complete ass of myself to anybody.  I don’t think I did, but you never know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Other things that happened before Saturday’s barcrawl.  I got a haircut! It’s really cute and shortish. It’s exactly what I wanted for summer.  And the lady who cut my hair was nice and we talked about the earthquake.  Oh that’s right, there was an earthquake in Illinois.  Bizarre and unthinkable but very possible and it happened.  I thought it was thunder but who knew.  Nothing got ruined, but it was something fun to talk about with strangers.  AND I went to a friend’s art show sort of thing.  It was funny and I’m glad I went with matt, even though it rained on our way back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else… dallas stars are going into the next round of playoffs.  That’s fun.  Which reminds me I need to go to Texas again to have my car inspected and become street legal.  So annoying.  But at least I get to see my parents? It’s just such a pain to drive all the way down there and back.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also I decided that if you’re a man and you wear a v-neck t-shirt and that’s it for your top, then you’re either my father or gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-637949278691371663?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/637949278691371663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=637949278691371663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/637949278691371663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/637949278691371663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-ending-bar-crawl.html' title='never ending bar crawl'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5531760087947410122</id><published>2008-04-14T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:12:44.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meow mix it up</title><content type='html'>So it gets rough when I’m bored and a little lonely and what do I do? Torture myself by looking at the Champaign County Humane Society’s website and look at adoptable pets.  They’re so cute and I think hey I could have one of those.  It’s a horrible idea.  But then Matt comes home and I forget all about having a pet.  But still if you’re really bored just look up “puppy” on you tube.  THAT is a great idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to my mom today and we discussed pets.  She did admit that she missed having a cat to curl up on her lap and my heart went out to her it really did.  I totally understand.  When I was growing up we had first a cat that was all white, one green eye and one blue eye, his name was Monster.  Best cat in the world, if you cried he would find you and consol as best a cat could.  Then when I was young we got two more cats, a black one and a tabby.  Blackie (creative names by children!) and Flipper.  Both girls were delightful.  Blackie was fat and comfortable.  Flipper was a little wild until she was old and the only one left, then she really chilled out.  I miss having a pet.  Dogs are a lot of work but I bet I could handle one if it had the right attitude.  Which is always a gamble.  But a cat is so easy to handle.  You can even leave them alone for a day or two and they’d be fine.  * sigh * I guess what I’m saying is… even though I shouldn’t and I’m not any time soon… I want a kitty.  Ideally I want a grey cat with blue eyes and I’d name him something hilarious.  Like shmoopy or Carl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Futurama is a great show.  I really wish I had all the dvd’s or something.  It’s much more clever than most shows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do this weekend? Well I went to a Dinosaur party which apparently means hipster kids tape cardboard to their hoodies.  That’s a dinosaur? I guess.  Except one fellow was dressed like Dr. Grant from Jurassic Park.  That’s was perfect.  Friday was spent mostly at home and then to a bar.  This weekend at U of I was mom’s weekend.  Which is when mom’s come down and act young for a weekend.  So there were moms at the bar.  Which is both weird and splendid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Jeff on the phone.  He’s great and fantastic.  He’s gonna stay with us for a couple of days.  I hope he’ll be okay here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think I’ve got tonsillitis.  Self diagnosed, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5531760087947410122?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5531760087947410122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5531760087947410122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5531760087947410122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5531760087947410122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/04/meow-mix-it-up.html' title='meow mix it up'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2252987729452516336</id><published>2008-04-10T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:25:31.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good grief!</title><content type='html'>Oh me oh my.  Still feel a little under the weather.  But better than before.  I think I might have gotten Matt sick too but hopefully he isn’t that bad off.  But since being sicky I’ve woken up at 5:30 am every morning.  Which is riduclous because I never used to wake up in my sleep and think to myself “I should get out of bed and go to the bathroom”.  Oh well maybe it’s just a sign that I’m getting older.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you about a beautiful show that I love called Big Cat Diary.  In the Masai Mara they followed some big cats around for a month.  It makes me want to visit Africa pretty bad and stary in a wildlife reserve for like a week or something.  I mean can you imagine being that close to a wild animal.  Often the lion or cheetah is like a couple yards away.  It’s awesome. Plus with a good camera lens, who knows what shots you could get.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work out, I haven’t because of the head full of snot and a sour stomach.  And I want to and I will sometime… just have to ya know… have the will power to get out of the house.  Eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to my good friends Sara and Emily lately and they’re just so fabulous.  I can’t wait to see them again soon! By soon I have no idea when.  But missing them is partly missing the summer time too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;Matt’s graduation&lt;br /&gt;Officially summer time&lt;br /&gt;THE bar crawl &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully moving somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of the office, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;More lists!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2252987729452516336?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2252987729452516336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2252987729452516336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2252987729452516336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2252987729452516336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-grief.html' title='good grief!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5097000575704813843</id><published>2008-04-06T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:46:04.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more pseudoephedrine, please</title><content type='html'>Things I did on that list&lt;br /&gt;Paid rent &lt;br /&gt;Rented some movie &lt;br /&gt;  -No Country for Old Men&lt;br /&gt;  -Dan in Real Life&lt;br /&gt;And today I went to the grocery store for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning at around 4:30 am because my throat hurt super bad.  And I don’t know if you’ve ever woken up because of a sore throat but man it’s discerning.  So I went to the kitchen and drank some hot water and took some NyQuil.  The liquid kind.  It was awful.  I hate that stuff.  The gel caps I can handle- pills are great.  But the liquid tastes like liquid poop.  Ugh.  So after drinking more water to wash out the flavor I got to sleep pretty easily.  But I woke up and I felt like shit.  So today I spent most of the time sleeping and being in pajamas.  Oh well I just hope tomorrow I’m okay for work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: No Country For Old Men was fucked up.  And Matt and I didn’t “get” it.  but I feel a lot like I did after seeing There Will Be Blood.  But I watched Dan in Real Life and I cried.  So typical, sucha  smaltzy ending.  I mean he gets the job and the girl and the family.  I mean it all works out.  It was great! It’s exactly what it should have been.  And there are still so many more movies I want to watch.  But paying to watch movies is lame.  Thank you library for spoiling me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more drugs.  Also cookies and ice cream where made for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5097000575704813843?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5097000575704813843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5097000575704813843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5097000575704813843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5097000575704813843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-pseudoephedrine-please.html' title='more pseudoephedrine, please'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5713423781839203975</id><published>2008-04-05T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:01:27.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes, watch out.</title><content type='html'>So let me tell you- Thursday night got out of hand.  &lt;br /&gt;There were the local music awards which admittingly should just be called “WPGU gets drunk night” there were 12 bottles of jack daniels that were for free and for members of PGU only in a pre event party.  And I was blessed enough to be a +1, a girlfriend of an integral part of the radio station.  Free Booze, is there a phrase more beautiful or more dangerous? Well I had many drinks, and then I had some more, and then after the event we went to another bar where I can’t even imagine what kind of scene I was making.  I was told on Friday how happy a drunk I am and also how I told all these things to people, when I don’t remember saying all this stuff.  So I guess you’re getting the picture now.  but the worst part of it all was that I had to work on Friday morning, and it’s hard to be hung over when you’re still drunk.  I finally started feeling less like shit around 1.  And I got off of work at 1:30 so that worked out okay.  But my god.  Trying to mix pasta sauces while having the drunk hot flashes, not good! After work I just showered did some laundry and chillaxed.  Jami was in town too, did I mention that? So anyway we both decided that a nap would be a really good idea.  And it was, three hours later I got up and felt a little better but mostly hungry.  I ordered a pizza.  It was the best pizza I have ever eaten.  I hadn’t eaten anything all day.  The rest of the night was spent in pj pants and around the couch. It was great.  All in all though it was a great time, even though I know I embarrassed myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during Thursday night while in one bar I think someone accidentally sprayed some pepper spray.  And I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced pepper spray.  It was the most affective chemical reaction I’ve ever experienced.  I mean all of a sudden you just start coughing and it’s not a real cough.  It was just bizarre.  So the whole bar had to evacuate to air out the place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I just read an email from a friend in the Peace Corps.  And it sounds rough.  He’s experiencing so much.  More than I ever probably will maybe because I’m too freaked out to really wholly immerse myself into something I don’t already know super well.  And I have two more friends who are going into the Peace Corps and I hope they love it and stuff.  I don’t know… it’s such a commitment I don’t think I could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely handle a Thursday night.  Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  Things I want to do today but probably wont do many of them.&lt;br /&gt;Pay rent&lt;br /&gt;Buy some groceries&lt;br /&gt;Buy some shoes&lt;br /&gt;Go work out&lt;br /&gt;Rent some movies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5713423781839203975?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5713423781839203975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5713423781839203975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5713423781839203975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5713423781839203975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/04/yikes-watch-out.html' title='yikes, watch out.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7425895688714165106</id><published>2008-03-31T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:45:50.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh jesus.</title><content type='html'>So it’s getting bad.  I was looking at wedding dresses on David’s bridal online.  And I had to register to look at a whole color scheme for the whole wedding party.  God I hope matt never reads this.  It scares him enough… but what got me thinking was that Emily is going to be in Amanda’s wedding and that’s so exciting.  And I would just want my wedding to be cute and pretty.  Nothing extravagant but nice.  Sigh. I was thinking of an early summer wedding and that way the colors could be kind of bright.  Or at least give myself the option to have it outside somewhere beautiful or something… I don’t know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop blogging about things that I don’t even talk about out loud.  Yikes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream sounds like such a good idea right now, but I don’t have any.  Maybe I’ll just make some chocolate milk.  Not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is April fools. Hilarious. -said sarcasticly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7425895688714165106?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7425895688714165106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7425895688714165106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7425895688714165106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7425895688714165106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-jesus.html' title='oh jesus.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4160689728752928151</id><published>2008-03-29T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:50:29.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>romanticism is for suckers</title><content type='html'>So I finally finished a book that I actually started when I was in high school.  I recently dug it up and had to finish it, starting form the beginning that is.  I’m sure I’ve mentioned it on here somewhere.  “Love is a Wild Assault” is all about a woman in the Texas frontier and making bad decisions about love.  It’s good but man was it aggravating.  The way things were handled back then.  The way women were treated and the social constraints, just boggles my mind.  And there’s so many parts where you just wanted the heroine to get her own gun and start shooting some sense into men.  But that’s a little drastic.  I want all my girlfriends to read this book, if a boy reads it he might vomit.  It’s definitely a literary chick flick.  But if you are a male and hopelessly romantic and curious about the Texas in the days of when it was it’s own country, go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today I watched “Sleepless in Seattle”.  It’s just a rock a block Saturday full of romantic fiction! So good.  Tom Hanks. *sigh*.  Today also was like tom hanks day on tv, not only was “Seattle” on, but so was “Catch me if you Can” and “Cast Away”, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there was more than that.  But reminds me.  I also recently watched “Disturbia” staring Shia Labeouf. Movie= meh.  Mr. Labeouf= perfect.  And then I looked him up online, just ya know imdb is a beautiful thing.  And there was a thing about how Steven Spielberg liked him because he reminded him of a young Tom Hanks!  So watch out Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working out today I really wished that I could be swimming laps.  I love being in the water and being in the pool means that it’s nice enough outside to be outside.  Plus I could sit out in the sun.  I think I need to start tanning again or something.  It’s getting rough not getting some UVA’s and UVB’s.  or at the very least a slight chance of cancer.  And besides with all the time on my hands my job should be to look good and if that doesn’t work out then I’ll start reading more.  Or both would be ideal.  Good looking AND smart- yikes.  As I told my good friend Jeff- I’d be unstoppable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a quote from my day, from one of the best romantic comedies of all time:&lt;br /&gt;"Verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and it's our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4160689728752928151?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4160689728752928151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4160689728752928151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4160689728752928151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4160689728752928151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/romanticism-is-for-suckers.html' title='romanticism is for suckers'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-8750745890402169648</id><published>2008-03-27T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:02:53.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont bother reading...</title><content type='html'>I realized that on this “blog” I can hardly keep on a point for longer than two lines… I think it has something to do with the fact that I’m not super passionate about something lately.  Nothing has happened to me and that’s what makes people interesting isn’t it? Stuff that’s happened to them?  I came to this conclusion after watching a show called “Real Housewives of New York City” a ridiculous sequel show to the “Real Housewives of Orange County”.  And this one woman said something like ‘my husband and I love to meet new and interesting people all the time.” What? So I started to think about what makes someone interesting especially to people of different economic persuasions.  To this woman living in the upper west side interesting means speaking a different language being from europe or having enough money to donate new “wings” to buildings and stuff like that.  (Ted Danson is ‘anonymous’!!).  Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Sara today on the phone.  Loved it! She’s always all about the free.  Which I agree is both tasty and incredible.  Just like cereal is delicious and fantastic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I can’t focus on a subject for very long.  I get too distracted with the tv and my own mind and the internets… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got I hate a lot of people.  Sorry I was distracted just now by facebook.  And there is a new feature that’s like “people you might know”.  And it’s like I’m not friends with these people for a reason.  Man.  Fuuuuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know if I should post this it’s so fragmented and dumb.  Shit.  Ok that’s it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-8750745890402169648?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/8750745890402169648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=8750745890402169648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8750745890402169648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8750745890402169648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-bother-reading.html' title='dont bother reading...'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-6310023906775357377</id><published>2008-03-24T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:54:14.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SB 4 evs</title><content type='html'>Hey kids! Had a great spring break once we got through the flooding rain waters of mid America and through matt’s sickness.  We got to Texas and my parents were great and we went to a Dallas Star’s game, which was great.  Oh man the memories! They lost the game but it was good time anyways.  What else did we do? We went to the arboretum in Dallas because “Dallas Blooms”.  A big showcase of springtime flowers- so gorgeous.  So many little kids running around.  And moms taking pictures of kids in front of flowers… it was so nice.  And I got to have dinner with Stef! So great! I wish we still lived in the same town, and then again I feel that way about all my friends.  Oh also my car got fixed, a bunch of stuff was slightly wrong and now it’s mostly all right.  Then we went out to the lake house where we did absolutely nothing.  We did however play with potato guns, glow sticks, and my hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a while back I dyed my hair what the box called “brown black” and as soon as I did it I regretted it.  I like my goldie brown locks I don’t know what came over me.  So while in Texas my mom had her hair stylist fix my color for me.  it took about 2 hours and turned out just the way I wanted it.  My hair is finally back to brown.  And she said it would fade to be perfect in like a week.  So thank god.  I never want to mess with my hair again!  Mainly because I never want to spend more than 30 minutes in a hair salon ever again.  Those women are nuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother shot some potatoes out of a potato gun which was hilarious.  And also I took some crazy pictures at night while we were playing with some glow sticks.  Also putting glow sticks in a fire- pretty cool looking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should get pictures up on facebook or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m home.  I have considerably less money than when I left and it’s cold here.  Booo! Hissss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-6310023906775357377?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/6310023906775357377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=6310023906775357377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6310023906775357377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/6310023906775357377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/sb-4-evs.html' title='SB 4 evs'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-8375535023784018391</id><published>2008-03-17T23:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:07:58.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day one</title><content type='html'>First day of travel on spring break trip ‘08&lt;br /&gt;Driving started at about 3 o’clock after work and getting a very pouty and sick Matt going.  Driving started out in cold rain that was pretty hard and ended in even harder rain in Ozark, MO.  I mean like flash flooding here in Ozark, it’s ridiculous.  I hope my car doesn’t get swooshed away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so tomorrow is supposed to be thunderstormy still like all the way down to Dallas.  Not cool, weather.  But whatever, as long as I can get us down there in one piece, I’ll be happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want Matt to feel better… his miscellaneous groans of sickness are 1) annoying 2) distracting 3) make me feel sorry for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once in Dallas I have a few things that I want to do- go to the arboretum because dallas is in bloom!  See Stef for dinner.  Get car slightly fixed.  Hang with parents and bro and Matt.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just wish the weather wasn't so crappy.  Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-8375535023784018391?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/8375535023784018391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=8375535023784018391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8375535023784018391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8375535023784018391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-one.html' title='day one'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7693905619102611020</id><published>2008-03-15T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:45:18.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friends of saturday lover</title><content type='html'>A Saturday full of beautiful, crystal-clear nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well spring break has officially started for U of I students.  And I’m not a student but my significant other is, so I celebrate it as well.  And we have quasi-planned a trip down to Texas where the weather forecast is a high of around 70 and sunny.  Perfect! So matt and I are planning to leave on Monday, after I get a couple of hours of work in and a paycheck we’ll leave.  And we’re going to break up the trip down to Texas and we have to pick a town to stop in.  and we’re thinking of driving through the Ozarks which are beautiful but I think it’s supposed to be rainy so boo.  But still it’ll be nice to not be on interstates the entire way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been boring.  Matt’s had like a million exams or assignments and he even had a job interview in Rockford, IL.  So while he was working his engineer butt off I’ve been going to work, coming home, falling asleep on the couch and then feeling lamer than lame.  I work out here and there but nothing to make me feel less gross.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this all the time but it’s still true.  I miss friends.  Here are their names in no particular order and what they brought to the table.  &lt;br /&gt;Sara- RA-diculousness and can pretty much quote any quote I can quote.  And is real good at “hanging out” and talking about “nothing” AND she’s a good gossip.  Which sounds awful but it’s not- it’s one the best/worst features of our group of friends.  &lt;br /&gt;Emily- also ridiculous but to an nth degree.  Loves the word incredulous because I used it to describe her.  Easy to distract her which is fun because she’s probably the busiest person I know.  &lt;br /&gt;Casey- stupid, smelly boy.  But probably one of the most appreciative persons of humor I know.  Will and can be a complete goon if provoked.  Eats with muumuus on.  Also good at acting like one of the girls.  He’s a great person to be around, it SUCKS not being a block away, or living in the same building.  &lt;br /&gt;Jami- I see her more often than the rest, which is just fine by me.  We can also talk about nothing for hours and it’s great.  I would love to have Jami around all the time for the rest of my life.  Haha I just had this crazy image of her and I being like moms together and having our kids go to the same school… sorry I’m crazy and creepy.  But it’d be so fun! &lt;br /&gt;Ryan- talk about goon.  I prefer the Ryan with Casey and Pocket next to him.  Because when those boys are together, they are pretty great to be around.  Conversations about the technicalities of comic book characters, movies, zombies and what have you are pretty normal and considered important.  Ryan is the most adult person, with a real job and a real salary.  &lt;br /&gt;Pocket- oh poskit in Thailand.  Very sweet but kind of moody.  Hehe, but would we have him any other way? No. I could say plenty about pocket that would sound schmaltzy. (p.s. Microsoft word just spell checked the word schmaltzy… incredible)  but if I had to put it in a few words I’d say Pocket is genuine.  See? All schmaltz. &lt;br /&gt;Jeff- I’m so glad I befriended Jeff sophomore year.  It’s hard to describe jeff without sounding like I’m completely in love with him.  *sigh* haha.  But so it goes- he’s student teaching right now which is great.  Jeff + kids= Larry David + black people.  Jeff laughs at a lot of things and that’s why I like him so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum, other people could be named and who I like seeing and being around but I’m loosing focus.  Because I drank some coffee… I don’t know why.  I don’t even like coffee that much but it seemed like a great idea.  Also it made me wish had an espresso machine to steam some milk.  My parents have one maybe I can take it.  I get to see them soon!!! Yay! And my brother!!! yay!!! All I have to do is making through the next couple of days.  But for now I'm just enjoying a Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7693905619102611020?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7693905619102611020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7693905619102611020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7693905619102611020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7693905619102611020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends-of-saturday-lover.html' title='friends of saturday lover'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3469971741735736857</id><published>2008-03-10T18:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:29:33.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>escaping through movies and reality</title><content type='html'>“The Day After Tomorrow” is a thrilling and spectacular disaster movie in which global warming triggers a new ice age.  &lt;&lt; says my cable guide.  I like this movie.  It’s ridiculous.  Jake Gyllenhaal is sooo good looking.  Plus natural disasters are always entertaining as long as they’re not real and not happening to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched “Paris je t’aime”, which I found very enjoyable.  I suggest if you haven’t seen it- you should.  It’s about all these different types of love.  And it’s 14 different vignettes- 21 different directors, and they’re all 5 minutes long.  And some made me cry, it only took 5 minutes to get me emotionally involved with some characters.  Amazing.  Some of course were better than others but on a whole it was good.  My parents are going to Paris in May.  Isn’t that romantic? Hehe I hope they have their own love story time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of vacations- spring break in about a week.  I took work off for it but I’m still not sure of my plans.  Yes I want to go to some place warm.  And in all honestly it’s looking more and more like Texas.  Because 1) once there a lot of things are free.  Like food and shelter. 2) I don’t think there’s much of a chance for snow down there even though last week I think there were like 3 inches one day. (Though I’m pretty sure it melted 2 days later) 3) my brother sent me a text message saying that next time I’m down there we need to build a potato gun.  I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I just got totally distracted by looking turquoise earrings on ebay.  I’m just trying to find something to buy for 15.50 USD.  What could I possibly need? Oh the possibilities!!! Any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I guess that’s all for now. I’m ready for something…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3469971741735736857?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3469971741735736857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3469971741735736857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3469971741735736857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3469971741735736857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/escaping-through-movies-and-reality.html' title='escaping through movies and reality'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4347902434319930300</id><published>2008-03-03T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:20:50.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>was the arc of the covenant a drum?</title><content type='html'>Hi, how are ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I was real bored and real lazy so I didn’t do anything all day except get some movies from the library and go to target to get some shampoo and face wash and shit like that.  Anyways! So I was bored and thinking to myself “Self, you are so pale!”  and I knew I had some spray sunless tanner left over from something… I’m a girl I just accumulate these sort of things.  So I sprayed my legs and my arms and some of my torso.  I didn’t think it’d be super noticeable.  So this morning.  My legs looked fine, even and all.  But at my arms it gets a little wonky.  It’s not super noticeable, no one said anything.  But I was embarrassed.  Oh well it’ll fade in like a day or two.  But man I want to be tan and have lighter hair.  My tones are all mixed up.  Skin wants to be darker, hair wants to be lighter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I’m watching something on the discovery channel and Nostradamus is totally macking on some window.  Like hard-core sexual tension! Woot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate some tuna fish and some fell onto my hair… now I think my hair smells like tuna.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ ‘see ya’ he writes like people talk!” – thanks sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked out today and burned 500 calories… isn’t that exciting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed a hoodie.  A white hoodie into what Rit called “cocoa brown”  and it turned into a purpley brown.  Like a puce.  Which is okay I guess… not what I wanted but who knows… maybe I’ll fall in love with it. or more likely give it away within a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the title of this post- national geographic says probably!!  I watch a lot of tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4347902434319930300?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4347902434319930300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4347902434319930300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4347902434319930300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4347902434319930300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/03/was-arc-of-covenant-drum.html' title='was the arc of the covenant a drum?'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5981959702525105383</id><published>2008-02-27T23:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:22:18.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>needs vacation and a tan.</title><content type='html'>“The face-painter” such a classic.  i love you Seinfeld show. Anywho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what new… well there’s this whole debacle of Matt needing to make it to Springfield for an interview with a company and he can’t rent a car because he doesn’t have a credit card and being under 25 makes it really hard to rent a car.  So I don’t know what we’re going to do.  But it’ll work out… just annoying that I might have to take the bus to work… I don’t even know what bus that is.  Boo.  And on top of it my good friend and manger Nik is going to Ireland tomorrow which means a different person is managing me, which means that I will have to work differently which is going to suck.  I hate it when managers uck up my shi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles are adorable… more adorable than penguins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something for spring break but I don’t know what is possible because of the money flow.  If it was up to me we would go to somewhere sunny and bright and just get tans and drink a lot… but not like sad pathetic college drinking I mean like relaxing adult drinking.  Who knows?  Maybe we’ll just drive to Baja California.  Oh man that would be great.  Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granola is delicious… more delicious than… shut up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also love my friends.  Talked to Sara today on the phone, which was delightful.  I wish all my friends lived practically in the same building like sophomore year.  That was a fun year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “oh no, to live… to live would be an awfully big adventure”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5981959702525105383?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5981959702525105383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5981959702525105383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5981959702525105383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5981959702525105383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/02/needs-vacation-and-tan.html' title='needs vacation and a tan.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7916957927816951762</id><published>2008-02-23T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:42:12.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>co-parents-in-law</title><content type='html'>So it’s been a while.  And that’s okay.  Just been working and talking and walking with peeps, you know how I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my parents come into town.  Which I’m super excited for and I’ve been talking to them a lot recently because my dad is buying a hybrid SUV from a guy in Quincy, IL (hometown of matt senator).  So my dad asked matt’s dad to go check it out and make sure it’s as cherry as the online ad says it is.  So contact between the parents has been made! Matt’s parents and my parents.  Yipes.  And so my parents are visiting this weekend and then again next weekend they are going to fly into St. Louis and then rent a car to drive up to Quincy and buy the new car and then treat the senators to a meal and then drive back down the next day.  So matt and I have to go to Quincy next weekend to proceed over this meeting.  I know it will be fine I don’t know if Matt shares the same attitude.  Well it’ll be interesting at least.  Hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I had a pet.  It was a little hamster and it was so cute.  But then I lost it.  And I also lost a ladybug.  And finally found it and figured out that it had been dead for a while before I lost it so then I didn’t feel so bad.  Weird.  Sorry- that just came to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I probably had one too many long island iced teas.  But on Tuesday was a friend’s birthday.  And he got so drunk.  I’ve never seen someone so gone.  Falling down constantly.  Poor thing.  Well at least I bet he’s not going to drink like that any time soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish cleaning my apartment for the rents.  Oh I also went through my closet and drawers and really got rid of like a whole trash bag full of clothes, giving it to Salvation Army or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually need to get this ball rolling…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. vampire weekend= big hype band, but still good :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7916957927816951762?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7916957927816951762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7916957927816951762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7916957927816951762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7916957927816951762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/02/co-parents-in-law.html' title='co-parents-in-law'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-483507661582901337</id><published>2008-02-13T23:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:52:41.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>do i need to know how to do CPR?</title><content type='html'>I’ve decided that as long as I can stay mostly awake when I get home from work I have a good chance of actually getting to sleep that night.  Last night I learned this.  It was about 6:30 pm and I thought oh I can just take a little nap and wake up at like 7:30… my alarm goes off at 7:30 like I meant it to.  But I don’t get up, I’m too tired and it’s too warm under the covers.  So I just rolled over and thought I’ll wake up in like another 30 minutes… and guess what. Didn’t wake up until 9:30.  I hate napping.  I mean I love napping but I hate it.  It’s awful it sucks up so much of your time but it’s so good.  So when it was time to go to sleep I couldn’t, I just wasn’t tired.  So I got up out of bed and surfed the net for a while.  Washed my face and tried again.  Ugh I also hate not being able to get to sleep.  So today I’m making sure to not fall asleep in front of the TV, and also go working out should help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got my rain boots in the mail!!! Yay! They fit perfectly and I can’t wait to model them and show them off.  They’re so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote the above at around 6:30 pm and now I’m writing and it’s 11:30 pm.  So let’s catch up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work out.  And I saw the cutest old woman there.  she had her hair coiffed in the typical old lady fashion.  Her hair was all white.  She was wearing I think- stockings under her exercise pants and then her puma shoes.  And I only saw her while she was leaving so she was wearing her winter jacket which all I remember about had some kind of fur (faux I’m sure) around the collar.  She just cracked me up and made me happy.  Which is good considering there was an older man there who was probably in his 60’s but was trying to be a convincing mid 50 year-old.  His beard and hair were dyed and I thought he was going to die on the stair stepper.  He kept having to stop and breath and I was seriously considering: “What do I do if he collapses off that machine?”  Anyways, always good to get the blood flowing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I showered which is the highlight of my day pretty much.  It’s when I can transform from sweaty, stinky to clean and fresh.  Oh it’s so good and I even shaved my legs- they were getting a little Sara Laurino-y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also another thing I thought about is that tomorrow, Valentine’s Day, is the birthday of three people I know.  And I can’t help but think how much it would suck to have your birthday on a holiday.  Not that Valentine’s Day is a serious holiday but something people celebrate nonetheless.  My good friend Jeff, for instance, his birthday is on Halloween.  Which would get old I imagine.  But Jeff seems to manage just fine.  And I seem to recall a cousin of mine has a birthday on Christmas Eve.  Ick.  Thank god for those holidays that changes which the calendar.  Like the third Thursday of whatever.  You know what I mean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mom today.  She said that she likes talking to me often because it makes it seem like I’m not that far away.  Awww, I love my mommy.  I miss all my family so much sometimes.  And I think they miss me too, even Gene.  I wish he could have come up here and visit more.  But he’s some a homey type.  He doesn’t like straying from too familiar settings.  Reminds me my mom said that her and my dad were thinking about just going on a trip across seas sometime soon during the spring I think.  Either Rome or Paris she said.  And I was so excited.  I can’t wait for them to go and just have fun running around a beautiful ancient city.  Maybe sometime they’ll take me with them.  I hope my passport is still good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-483507661582901337?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/483507661582901337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=483507661582901337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/483507661582901337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/483507661582901337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-decided-that-as-long-as-i-can-stay.html' title='do i need to know how to do CPR?'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3655670552963844033</id><published>2008-02-11T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:52:21.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>god hates robots. a lot.</title><content type='html'>So it’s been forever and I don’t know why but oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s day is coming up and I’ve made and mailed out some customized cards for all my friends.  I thought they were pretty funny and I hope they like them too.  I kind of wish I could make them take pictures of themselves with the cars because I put a lot of thought into them.  I even made one for my parents and one for my brother.  All of them are pure gold.  I just hope they don’t remind some of my single friends that they are single, that’s not the point of Valentine’s Day to me anyways.  It’s a day to love everybody you do love, and to get totally blitzed off chocolate.  Oh my god! Watch out Walgreen’s I’m hitting up your 50% off on Feb. 15th hard core.  Love love love! We truly are lovers of loving love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. This past weekend was fun- Thursday went out to Murphey’s had some brews and whatever.  then on Friday went to a house party.  Which I don’t think I’ve been to one of those in a long time.  But it was fun; lots of talking with people who I guess are my friends.  Then on Saturday we all went to a show, the band maritime.  They were good but the venue was just awful.  I always feel bad for good bands when they have to play to a small crowd in a shitting venue.  Such a bummer.  But anyways.  And then Sunday was colder than god’s hate for robots.  Oh my god and it’s still cold but ugh it makes me want it to be spring so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of springtime I ordered some rain boots!! Also known as Wellington boots in the UK I guess.  All my Internet shopping revealed this.  Also trying to find any rain boots in my size was almost impossible.  Having large women feet (though they are perfect proportional… I mean I don’t look like I’m walking on two giant canoes) it’s very hard to buy shoes anywhere.  But between my mother and I we found some that I liked and were in my size.  They’re pink and have brown tiny horses on them.  When I get them I’ll take a picture for sure.  I hope they get here soon and it rains or something.  That’s bizarre to wish for rain when I do consider myself a sunshine type of person.  But don’t we all buy clothes or shoes just so we can have them for that perfect situation, even if the situation typically isn’t desirable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie “History Boys”.  A movie based on a play.  The movie pretty much reminded me of how stupid I am and how according to the standards set in this movie I shouldn’t even have graduated high school in England, well at least in the 1980’s.  Oh well, good thing I’ve finished school in the US and in the aught seven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said it was 80 over the weekend in Texas.  I miss Texas; I miss my family.  Awwwww… or maybe it’s just that I don’t like where I am right now… maybe.  Just maybe. *nods head vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love purple.  It’s so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3655670552963844033?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3655670552963844033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3655670552963844033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3655670552963844033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3655670552963844033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-hates-robots-lot.html' title='god hates robots. a lot.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1436106672426632653</id><published>2008-02-04T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:59:25.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just whatevers</title><content type='html'>So I write for just a few funny things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Colbert, Jon Stewart, and Conan O’Brien were all on Colbert’s show just now and it was the best thing I’ve ever seen.  It made me so happy I can’t even describe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there’s a story on CNN about a truck carrying live swine and the truck lost control and fell and live pigs were wondering around on the highway! Isn’t that bizarre and hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fog today in Chambana that was unbelievable.  I mean it was thick… I’ve never seen anything like it.  And it wasn’t just part of the day it was the WHOLE day.  And with snow on the ground- just weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Big Black Security clothing today because I love the show Rob &amp; Big.  And I want a t-shirt so bad.  It would be so badass.  But I don’t know.  I’d love to see my brother were some BB clothes.  He’s perfect for them.  And oh of course they have up to 6 XL- 6? Yes 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd was Groundhog day and I forgot to wish anybody/everybody a happy one at that.  Oops.  So here I am wishing that I had… so happy groundhog day… belated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made pretzels from scratch.  It was fun- I got to use yeast, which really is beyond my comprehension.  They were good but I feel like I can make them better somehow.  So I’m going to do some research and see what it takes.  But yum, soft pretzels are so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1436106672426632653?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1436106672426632653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1436106672426632653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1436106672426632653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1436106672426632653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-whatevers.html' title='just whatevers'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1127005306603208635</id><published>2008-02-02T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:45:09.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jon stewart be still my heart</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that was so comforting and slightly sexual that I just had to write it down.  The first thing I can remember is coming home for the day and there are some friends of mine who live at this house with me.  anyways it had been a really rough day and I kind of explode but then someone is there comforting me, it’s jon stewart.  He is there as if he is just one of the friends.  And to be more specific in the house lives, myself, jon stewart, sara, Emily, jami, Ryan, casey, pocket, marty.  As far as I can tell that’s all of us.  So! Anyways Jon (because I feel we’re so close now I can call him by his first name) is like touching the small of my back and where my neck and shoulder meet, very intimately.  To relax me of course because I’m so stressed in this dream. But another thing is that whatever our relationship is, no one knows about it so we have to watch what we’re doing.  And marty could have seen us but we were in the kitchen.  But anyways jon was kissing my neck and stuff and it was getting pretty obvious what this was leading too but then more people came home and we had to stop.  So then before I know it it’s like time for bed.  And it turns out that like all the girls sleep in one giant bed.  Which kind of really sucks but whatever it was like a big slumber party I guess.  And then I don’t know the dreams jumps and I think we’re at a resturaunt but pocket gets us kicked out because he’s stealing salad dressings or something… he’s taking stuff from the buffet table or something.  So bizarre.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that jon stewart, first off what a bizarre choice of my sub conscious.  I mean in real life I’m probably a couple inches taller than him and definitely wider than him.  But in this dream oh my lord he could do no wrong.  All in all a good dream… but back to reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam and I saw “There will be Blood” which was fucking nuts.  I can’t even begin about it.  I understand how it’s got all these nominations though.  It feels important… there was just so much in it.  But I mean I guess see it for yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed here like a shit ton.  Like 6-8 inches maybe.  It’s gorgeous but I had to go to work the next day and a lot of places weren’t even plowed yet.  Honestly I know this is a small town but they could have at least salted some roads or something.  So getting to work, first off my “street” which is more considered an alleyway wasn’t plowed so it took me about 10 minutes just to get off my block.  And then once at work the parking lot hadn’t been plowed so my car, which maybe has like a 12” clearance was having a rough time.  And then, when I was trying to get to the door I was leaping as one does in deep snow and I totally fell down.  It didn’t hurt but I felt like an ass but snow is still a wonder to me so it wasn’t completely awful.  Work was lame I don’t know why I had to be there.  but it was fun because well it was Friday and it was a slow day for business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1127005306603208635?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1127005306603208635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1127005306603208635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1127005306603208635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1127005306603208635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/02/jon-stewart-be-still-my-heart.html' title='jon stewart be still my heart'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1314987166503534956</id><published>2008-01-30T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:52:32.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you Kraft.</title><content type='html'>Why am I eating spongebob squarepants mac and cheese at 11:30 at night?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s because I slept today.  A great big nap that went from 4:30 to 8-ish.  This is because today was miserable.  I was miserable the weather was colder than god’s hate.  Well it wasn’t really that cold but cold enough to make me feel worse.  I had woken up at 6:30 this morning to not being able to really breathe through my nose or ignore the sharp pain in my jaw.  My nasal sinus/ toothache congestion has now progressed to a less specific but equally annoying pain of the entire right side of my jaw.  On top of it all I should be started my period soon and therefore in looking back on this Wednesday I will discover much of my unhappiness is to hormones.  I must have been real sour looking at work.  Because two of my co-workers gave me the half hug or pat on the back and saying to feel better, which is appreciated.  But man I must have been cranky.  So after work, I came home put on my biggest pair of pajama pants and my biggest hoodie and took a nap.  Didn’t take long to fall asleep either so I knew I needed it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this clears up before or during the weekend I hate feeling like poop for longer than 4 days.  And Jami is coming into town so that’s exciting.  I don’t want to be sick and ruin her visit or get her sick.  That would stink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been reading this book called “Love is a Wild Assault” written by Elithe Hamilton Kirkland.  It’s not a wildly popular book but that’s probably because it’s very specific.  It’s about a woman in the time of the Texas revolution.  More specifically, East Texas.  The book is very romantic in the way that it paints the picture of Texas and also how poetic the main character feels for her surrounding and the people around her too.  So unless you want to read about a romantic Texas woman, don’t bother.  But I can’t wait to finish it so I can talk to my mom about it.  The copy of the book that I have was actually my grandmother’s (mom’s mom).  And it’s funny that there’s a little note in it that’s in my grandmothers writing but I have no idea what it says because her handwriting consists of a horizontal line with a few loops thrown in for fun.  Anyways, my mom said something about us being related to the main character, which I just don’t believe.  But whatever.  I’ll let you know when I find out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what matt and I will do for spring break when that comes up… I’m already itchin to get out of here.  I think a drive to the east coast would be fun. See Washington DC, and stuff around there….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1314987166503534956?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1314987166503534956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1314987166503534956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1314987166503534956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1314987166503534956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you-kraft.html' title='thank you Kraft.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4022434791809780984</id><published>2008-01-27T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:27:13.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me about it!</title><content type='html'>My teeth no longer hurt in the way they used to.  There’s a whole new way of hurting in which they are only in pain when I chew, or brush them, or touch them.  So this sucks.  I’ve been taking medicine and pain killers to try to clear this up quicker but I don’t know.  I feel weird taking too many pills… like I might mess myself up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back is on.  Now I’m not a huge crazy fan of star wars but I find it intriguing.  I love watching the visual effects, they’re awesome, puppets and small models, midgets inside metal encasings; stop motion capture is so amazing.  It has a sort of clumsy grace to it that is enjoyable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been keeping up with working out and trying to eat less.  So hopefully I can keep that up.  It’s easy to eat less when you want to rip your fucking teeth out of your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Cloverfield- it was f-in’ nuts.  I liked it though.  It was non-stop, it was so nerve wracking.  But I liked it- it made me look forward to the continuation of Lost the tv series to top all ridiculous tv series.  When you watch the show it makes complete sense but as soon as you try to explain what’s going on to someone else you sound like a crazy person.  That’s when you know it’s a good show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raisins are delicious.  The softer they are the better.  God bless Sun-Maid®. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Solo is such a pimp.  “I love you”  “I know.”  Who says that? A pimp, that’s who.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I gotta go and take some ibuprofen.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4022434791809780984?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4022434791809780984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4022434791809780984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4022434791809780984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4022434791809780984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/tell-me-about-it.html' title='tell me about it!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2154894378200935456</id><published>2008-01-24T21:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:36:46.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my teef hurts</title><content type='html'>Did Rivers/Weezer know that island in the sun would be used so much for so many lame things.  I will say though that the music video for it with the animals is by far the most adorable thing that can exist in a “rock” band music video.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um what else? Oh today I was going to work out but I fell asleep and it was so cold out that I didn’t want to leave my little cocoon of warmth.  So I just slept.  It was nice but I feel worthless.  I bought some SlimfFst for shits.  But I am trying to eat just less in general.  And take my vitamins! So I don’t get sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being sick I’ve been a little stuffy in the head.  And on the right side of my mouth on the upper jaw some teeth hurt.  And they just started hurting like 3 or 4 days ago.  And I hope to GOD that it’s just that my congestion is pushing on a nerve or something.  It hurts the most when I’m kind of stuffy in the nose so I assume it’s just all my brain tubes attached and being bitches.  But I bought some Orajel- which is a delightful product that numbs you gums and teeth.  It’s just like the stuff the dentist puts on your gums before the Novocain shot.  So in conclusion Orajel is amazing.  It only works for a little while but it’s such a delightful odd sensation.  I just hope the hurting teeth goes away when I’m not so stuffy or else I’m going to have to figure out how to get to a dentist and ugh!!! I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: Heath Ledger died at age 28.  Truly too bad, and a complete shock.  It just sucks so much, he wasn’t a shit show or a train wreck. So sad.  I hope this doesn’t ruin the work that he’s done.  anyways that’s all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2154894378200935456?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2154894378200935456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2154894378200935456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2154894378200935456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2154894378200935456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-teef-hurts.html' title='my teef hurts'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7218133048772541726</id><published>2008-01-21T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:34:00.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cooper troopa</title><content type='html'>The headlight bulb went out in my car today.  Which is such a bummer.  Owning a Mini Copper is rough.  And I will explain why.  The mini cooper being a “nice” car I feel like I should really take care of it.  It’s so precious because it’s so small and expensive.  I, being a girl of small means, feel inadequate when it comes to the up keep of my precious Mini.  And I can’t help it that my car has a wreckage title because its life has been hard.  Here is its story told in creepy first person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I’m Becca’s car.  But I wasn’t always with her.  First I was bought for some spoiled kid in LA, CA.  No joke.  And I was fairly pimped out for said spoiled girl, seat warmers, sun and moon roof.  But somehow, and really I try to block out of my memory hoe, I was stolen.  It sucked I was driven pretty hard and fast and not treated very well.  I thought I was a goner, but the police found me and tried to return me to the spoiled kid but she had already replaced me with a new mustang.  How tacky.  Anyways, so the cops sold me at auction and a guy bought me who sells cars on ebay.  I was then bought by Becca’s parents on ebay.  So then I was cleaned up and sold and Becca and her mom flew to LA and drove me back to Texas.  It was rought going there for a while but I survived and I can’t help it that every once in a while I’m falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it has told you its story I will tell you all the general up keep/ signs that it’s falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;-4 new tires- minimum price for Mini tires around $100 (2 of those tires were because of flats and not normal wear)&lt;br /&gt;-Breaks redone or something I don’t know my dad took care of that&lt;br /&gt;-Battery replaced when completely died one day&lt;br /&gt;-Oil light goes on when car goes into idle&lt;br /&gt;-It has happened I think 2 times that my car completely dies and the only way to get it back is to turn it all off and turn it back on- one time this happened while I was in Chicago while I was in the middle of an intersection!&lt;br /&gt;-I think the logo on the back of the mini is missing the black part around the word mini… I think…&lt;br /&gt;-My car always looks dirty to me&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes it smells like Za’s food (completely my fault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I can think of for now.  But you see what I mean.  I love my car, I love that I have a car.  Is it weird to have a guilt complex over a car? When I have a million dollars I won’t feel bad at all but right now- poor thing.  I want to be able to make it better, stronger, faster.  The 6 million dollar Mini Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I thought it’d be cool if I had the money and were feeling silly enough to custom paint my car with like a turtle shell on the roof and take the racing strips off and have like a golden yellow trim around the bottom or something and have my license place say “troopa”.  Get it? Mini Cooper?  I will now Photoshop my way into you believing me.  This should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/?action=view&amp;current=coopertroopers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/coopertroopers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/?action=view&amp;current=mini_roofs_compcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/mini_roofs_compcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7218133048772541726?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7218133048772541726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7218133048772541726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7218133048772541726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7218133048772541726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/cooper-troopa.html' title='cooper troopa'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-390337337093243485</id><published>2008-01-17T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:36:02.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOR-ING</title><content type='html'>Hello children, &lt;br /&gt;I write to you today to say nothing of importance but something/anything at the very least. &lt;br /&gt;I’m still working and it’s going fine- I had asked for more hours so my days are from around 10 to 3 which isn’t awful but it’s a lot of standing.  And I still work out, almost everyday, I try to only give myself one day off a week.  I hope this whole exercise thing works.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got “The Complete Animals” album because I decided after watching this delightful movie called “Pop Gear” that I have a huge crush on the lead singer of the Animals.  He’s so cute.  Mmm- British invasion ass.  I wish everybody could watch pop gear- it’s an amazing film.  Amd matt and I even talked about how it would be awesome to make a remake and have modern artists cover these practically unknown 60’s pop songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’ve really set out to write an entry I’ve got nothing to write about.  Because this is my daily schedule:  &lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;Work &lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Go work out&lt;br /&gt;Shower&lt;br /&gt;Crash&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;Do daily jigsaw or sudoku&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence why I’ve got nothing to talk about.  Except food I make and tv I watch- I got nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-390337337093243485?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/390337337093243485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=390337337093243485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/390337337093243485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/390337337093243485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/bor-ing.html' title='BOR-ING'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1736642503097205584</id><published>2008-01-11T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:35:47.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy good.</title><content type='html'>The funny thing to do when you work out is bring a pop tart bag for all your stuff.  A pop tart bag that took 4 proofs of purchases and 3 dollars to ship to me.  I love that bag.  It’s hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right- I joined a gym.  I’m fat and lazy and not going to take it anymore.  So I joined a gym for a small fee and it’s only 20 dollars a month and it’s only month to month so that’s nice.  And so far I’m been pretty good the first week I was a member I  went 4 out of 5 days. And at least 2 miles each time.  Also funny about the place is that they had to take my picture for their records or something.  So naturally I give a biggest goofiest grin I could when the girl was taking the picture and I think she appreciated it.  I like the girls that work behind the front desk the one there today was real nice when I came in.  She asked if I did get my picture taken- she had remembered me?  I guess I’m the only pizza face young lady to be in there who obviously is hilarious because of the pop tart bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I’m working out I need the rock to bring me there.  By the rock I mean music to work out to.  So far the biggest punch in the gut awesome album is the Hives’ newest album.  Exquisite in how pumpin it is.  I’m sure I’ll find more great, good things to listen to while I elliptical my but off or pump some of that sweet iron.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw Juno, it was good.  It was cute and made me cry.  Like a stupid.  More and more I’m turning into my father when it comes to crying at movies (meaning that he and I both tear up at practically anything because we are lame).  I think my mom does too now that I think about it.  Okay so I’m just getting old and sensitive.  Oh well.  But anyways- I liked it.  The casting was perfect the photography was pretty cool too.  The soundtrack was given to me by Dan (friend who I saw it with) and will definitely be listened to whilst in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has a runny nose.  All men are babies when it comes to being sick.  I’m not saying that I don’t complain, but at least I don’t refuse to blow my nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mom the other day- it had been a while and it was great.  I miss my parents they’re so awesome for so many reasons.  I don’t know if they know how much I do appreciate how crazy wonderful they are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about these fucking politics that I accept being crammed down my throat.  Living in Illinois I have to like Obama but how could you not?  I think he probably smells really good and has nice hands.  I definitely need to register to vote to add to the loud voice of my age bracket, who are all about Barack.  It’s going to be a very interesting year in terms of politics and CNN’s bitching special effects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god at work today I had to work drive thru.  It was awful.  The system they have sucks and I couldn’t hear shit and so most of the time I asked them to drive to the window to give me the order.  It was such a pain in the butt. And the headset hurt.  But today was just a shit day at work in general there were 4 people running the whole café and it was just way too busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.  I can’t wait to go to sleep tonight.  Matt and I took a nap today but it was just hopeless.  I love the sleep when you know you don’t have to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1736642503097205584?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1736642503097205584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1736642503097205584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1736642503097205584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1736642503097205584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/crazy-good.html' title='crazy good.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1804585339418958843</id><published>2008-01-06T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:53:05.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know what it's like to be a gorilla</title><content type='html'>Here I am at wpgu 1071- radio station to the heart of Champaign/ Urbana.  I’m sitting in the dj’s booth, which is street level, and right on Green Street and busiest street in campus town and people, strange people are looking in.  I try not to look at them but sometimes I can’t help it.  It’s just like being at a zoo, but who’s in the cage? Ooooo weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked here to the radio station and I realized almost immediately how I should have worn different socks and different shoes.  And the weather is SO warm it was so nice.  It’s like 61 degrees Fahrenheit.  And CNN described the weather as 61 and dreary.  How silly this weather reminds me of a couple of things- Florida during Christmas time while visits grandparents, also reminds me of a moist (and I know some people hate that word but it works) days in Europe somewhere.  And the air smells slightly sweet and then again the wind picks up and you smell the south farms, which smells like cow poop.  So I guess that COULD be sweet smelling.  If you were in a particularly reminiscent mood and you grew up on a farm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, then again that's all I do on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Michael Ian Black’s album “I’m a wonderful man” and he is so funny.  I would dare say probably funnier than the other members of Stella on their own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Carmex.  Have you ever tried this lip balm- and not just the pot of the stuff I’m talking the click stick and the flavors.  I got strawberry! Strawberry, the best of artificial flavorings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams have been very messed up lately.  One night was influenced by my watching of the legend of Zorro- so bizarre.  And then last night I feel a tinge of “bender’s big score”  (which was as always hilarious and I can’t wait for the next Futurama movie installments) present in my dream.  I don’t mind having f-ed up dreams but I hate trying to reconstruct them in my head when I wake up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the next few months to just fly by as if they were completely of no consequence but I know they wont- stupid time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think strangers are funny but not in person, in person I know I would think they’re annoying and probably unattractive for some obscure Seinfeldian reason.  I love you Larry David.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1804585339418958843?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1804585339418958843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1804585339418958843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1804585339418958843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1804585339418958843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-i-know-what-its-like-to-be-gorilla.html' title='now i know what it&apos;s like to be a gorilla'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4821664419973899296</id><published>2008-01-04T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:28:05.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays are over</title><content type='html'>Here’s the pitch slow and straight all I have to swing and I’m a hero.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! It’s been a while I know- and there’s good reason- the holidays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I went down to Texas to hang out with my parents.  It was great.  We decorated the tree and ate a bunch of really good food.  We also saw this cool ice thing at the Gaylord Texan where like 50 Chinese ice sculptors put together an exhibit that they had to keep at 9 degrees Fahrenheit.  So they gave everybody these big gold jackets it was a hoot- plus they had giant ice slides you could go down.  I will say however that most of the people around us in line and just going through the exhibit made me want to shoot them.  They were the rich stupid and beautiful type- ick.  I prefer the poor ugly and smart any day.  If you don’t know what I mean then I’ll take you to north Dallas and you can see what I mean. Anyways! In Texas we did something that was also kick ass.  They sell fireworks starting on the 20th of December so we got a bunch of fireworks and set them off the end of my parent’s dock over the lake at the lake house.  It was beautiful and fun to do. One even chased Matt it was pretty funny.  Well then later Matt left to go to his home and that left just me and the fam, which was great.  Christmas was a great time and I just love Christmas day.  Giving gifts and receiving silly things.  Like a oversized badminton set that my dad, mom, and brother and I all played with around the pool.  Anyways! Then after a couple of days I flew up to Matt’s home of Quincy, IL.  We figured that if he had to stay with my family that I would just have to spend time with his family.  So Quincy had so many things to offer- late night truck stop eateries, and avenue of lights, the awesome mall, and we went to a brewery restaurant, which was great.  It was a lot of fun.  And oh we went to the casino close to town- I started with 10 bucks and ended with 10.18.  Sweet! After the charms of small town Illinois we came back to Urbana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time for Festivus.  All old friends came into town and it was great! We exchanged gifts and drank (heavily).  It was new years eve and we drank champagne at midnight out of plastic cups and measuring cups ( I didn’t want to use to glass incase someone was particularly cheery).  It was so great and between three cameras I think we covered the party.  Haha maybe I’ll have pictures up on facebook or something soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so by now most everybody from the party has left town to go back to their cities and jobs.  So it’s quiet and boring now.  But that’s okay.  It’s nice to have our apartment back to ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking of joining a fitness center because I need more exercise but I’m so tired after work that I don’t know if I’d use it… I’m going to continue to think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing ahhhhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhh aaaaaaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4821664419973899296?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4821664419973899296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4821664419973899296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4821664419973899296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4821664419973899296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2008/01/holidays-are-over.html' title='holidays are over'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-8248801949435442734</id><published>2007-12-18T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:13:03.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>late night with b. grif</title><content type='html'>It’s late and here I am.  Writing about almost nothing. &lt;br /&gt;From a girl inspired from years of Seinfeld.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp- it’s almost Christmas and I leave Wednesday for Dallas, TX.  Matt and I are going together, which is always fun.  I don’t know exactly what is so exciting but I guess getting to go back home.  I wonder how long Dallas is going to be home?  I guess always until I’m more dedicated and in love with a place. I’m not really in love Dallas, it’s not a particularly awesome city but it holds many people that I couldn’t live without.  But anyways- Christmas should be delightful.  I love buying presents for my family.  It’s not so much that the presents are from me, they’re usually from my mom or dad TO my mom or dad but I am the one who goes to the store and buys the present with their money.  It’s a delightful process that allows me to spend money.  And isn’t that what is so fun about it all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jami was in town this last weekend and that was great.  We hung out a lot which, was delightful someone else to talk to.  And whilst hanging out with others, a cosmopolitan magazine was being read and something about my love/sex horoscope for the year (ra-goddamn-iculous those magazines are worthless for any real ways to improve yourself) said in passing that I dominate conversations.  And of course I couldn’t help but notice how much I did actually dominate conversations.  I just couldn’t help myself- I talk, a LOT.  And always making jokes louder so every one can hear them so i can get the laugh.  It was horrible- actually realizing that I was the funny girl.  I don’t know why it was particularly unsettling but I’m better now.  I calmed down my non-stop talking with some great Christmas crafting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some Christmas decorations out of construction paper and glue and coffee filters.  It was fun to be a child for an hour or two and making snowflakes out of coffee filters, and a paper chain.  I even made little silver stars to hang from the window and lamp.  It’s cute.  But oh also this weekend to add to my decorations it snowed about 6 inches.  So cute when it’s all fresh sparkling, bright and clean.  But by now it’s already dirty and old.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching “About Schmidt”, which I’ve only seen once before and I remember thinking it was so sad and so awful until the end.  I cried a lot at the end I remember so now I’m just waiting for that redeeming perfect part.  At 3:30 am.  Well I took a nap today and I’m not tired.  So there’s another reason why I’m here blabbing on, keyboard diarrhea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not the sucker reading it so- ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-8248801949435442734?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/8248801949435442734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=8248801949435442734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8248801949435442734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8248801949435442734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/12/late-night-with-b-grif.html' title='late night with b. grif'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3741772429725745987</id><published>2007-12-07T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:16:00.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>list of rambles...</title><content type='html'>Man it’s been a while so let’s just get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;1) my birthday was LAST Sunday and it was nice I got my presents which were “flight of the conchords” dvd’s from matt and a big nice camera from my parents.  And amazing camera actually.  And they even got a telephoto lens for it for me.  incredible. &lt;br /&gt;2) I miss having real friends.  It’s so horrible- I refuse to do things that I found fun (at one point in time) but I can’t do them now because the people there are idiots or bitches or just plain boring.  Actually now that I think about it they are mostly boring.  They’re opinions are lame and unfounded and they are especially not funny.  Boring= not funny.  I do have one really great friend named matt though so thank god. &lt;br /&gt;3) Serious sweet tooth lately.  I can’t help it- it’s the holiday season which pretty much means that I eat way too much and feel awful about myself.  &lt;br /&gt;4) Fight club is such a silly movie.  Known fact: Ed Norton I would have to say is somehow hotter in the movie than Brad Pitt.  &lt;br /&gt;5) I just watched “the Science of Sleep” and I cried.  The sort of cry that hurts your throat for a little while.  There’s a scene where he gets embarrassed and it just… got me.  Even though he is a total mind fuck to the girl you can’t help but love him.  &lt;br /&gt;6) I got two funny albums and one curious album.  Michael showalters “cats and sandwhiches” A +.  I love showalter, he’s ridiculous and he pronounces words specifically to make them funny- what a guy! And I got the old demitri martin cd “these are jokes”  equally funny. Demitri has great jokes that like your parents would enjoy and his music pieces remind me a lot of conchords.  But I think that’s just because he was on the show and I like to think that they are friends and hang out and jam out with eachother.  And the music cd I got was the Holloways “so this is London”  interesting.  Haven’t gotten a chance to listen to ALL the tracks but their single ”two left feet” makes me want to dance non-stop.  They’re kind of ska I guess.  But I guess I would sum it by saying they’re the opposite of lame.&lt;br /&gt;7) I think I’m going to go to the hockey game tonight to support my undefeated fighting Illini.  Woot.&lt;br /&gt;8) Champaign- urbana is killing me.  I said this to matt the other day and he agreed.  I can’t wait to get out of here and I’ll shut out all these memories of how I was bored and missing people who rock and I’ll remember all the incredible nights I had.  &lt;br /&gt;9) What if matt and I did move to CA? that would be amazing.  The bay area.  California is beautiful and I bet we could have fun there.  see things and ridiculous people.  And I could work for my parents as a sales associate.  So silly.  But I think I would really love to be in the family business as it is called.  It’d be so ridiculous.  And I would get to talk to my dad and mom all the time and we would work together to make money.  And that’s what brings me happiness- money.  Hehe just kidding I meant being with my family. &lt;br /&gt;10) Working at za’s is going well.  Free meals and not too many hours to make me want to shoot myself.  and my co-workers aren’t that bad! &lt;br /&gt;11) I haven’t even started Christmas shopping! Yikes.  Double yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3741772429725745987?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3741772429725745987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3741772429725745987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3741772429725745987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3741772429725745987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/12/list-of-rambles.html' title='list of rambles...'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-8226518417193853193</id><published>2007-11-29T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:41:51.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m watching You’ve Got Mail and this movie is good no matter what you feel like.  Anyways here’s a couple of things I’ve been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;1) I’m going to start wearing my cowboy boots regardless of what my outfit is.&lt;br /&gt;2) I need a new cute hoody… preferably something that is super trendy and warm&lt;br /&gt;3) I’ve started parting my hair on the other side of my head and it’s a weird sensation not knowing which way to brush your hair out of your face.  Also I'm going to color it dark dark brown when friends are in town to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love tom hanks.  Movies that are never to be passed (included already mentioned you’ve got mail) Big, That Thing You Do, Gump, Toy Story, Joe Vs. the Volcano, every episode that he was interviewed on Conan O’brian… and many others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news… &lt;br /&gt;Work is going well.  I do come home smelling of garlic and onions but it’s free food and a paycheck.  Oh my god and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is this Sunday!!! I’ll be 23.  I already got a birthday check from my aunt, which was very much appreciated.  And my mom said a birthday package is coming on Friday!! How exciting.  And Matt is taking me to a fancy pants restaurant on Sunday.  Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother said he was going to get a dog… I hope he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-8226518417193853193?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/8226518417193853193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=8226518417193853193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8226518417193853193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8226518417193853193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-watching-youve-got-mail-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4661689025371595991</id><published>2007-11-25T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:19:37.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/50spartyparents.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/babymatt.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/babyme.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/babyme2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4661689025371595991?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4661689025371595991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4661689025371595991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4661689025371595991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4661689025371595991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-7575740594438142843</id><published>2007-11-24T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:02:15.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did during my fall vacation</title><content type='html'>I’m back in IL.  After being in a very relaxing very family Texas.  Let me tell you what I did in TX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dinner with Stef!!! My dearest oldest friend- we had Mexican food and it was great.  We had a good conversation and topped it off with some delicious desserts sopapillas.  And I didn’t really realize how long we had been friends until later that night I stayed up til 2 am looking at old family photos… I was mainly looking for a baby photo to add to matt’s baby picture we have in our apartment already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I found great pictures of my parents being young and dating and it made me so happy.  Also made me realize my parents have this whole other life that existed before I was born. They once were stupid teenagers and did things before I was even a thought in their head.  But I took one picture of my parents in college at a 50’s party, both with cigars in their mouths.  When I told my parents I took said picture, my dad immediately went into a story of how a good friend was so drunk and passed out or something and how they also were totally sloshed and had to talk to a police officer to save the passed out friend.  And they drove home drunk.  Honestly! My parents were/are such bad influences.  But I love them all the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the lake house with my parents and we started our holiday of making and eating food and watching movies.  My brother and uncle and cousin showed up later and that was our Thanksgiving.  I also realized I drank more wine and beer than water.  Also we burned a big pile of yard trash.  Like tree stumps and leaves and such.  Fires are so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep.  Then I flew back up to St. Louis and had a big lunch with Matt's parents, sister, brother, grandparents, and uncles.  So THAT was slightly exhausting.  But I made it back to Urbana, IL.  &lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to be back but I had such a great time.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-7575740594438142843?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/7575740594438142843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=7575740594438142843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7575740594438142843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/7575740594438142843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-did-during-my-fall-vacation.html' title='what i did during my fall vacation'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2674255887346547447</id><published>2007-11-18T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:52:27.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful wonderful Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Here in the United States of America, we have a holiday called thanksgiving.  This holiday is based on eating.  Eating.  Isn’t that funny?  But it’s the best kind of food.  Savory and sweet and different textures than usual everyday food.  Like stuffing, it’s kind of like bread but it’s kind of like mush but it’s delicious.  And cranberry sauce isn’t sauce at all… it’s like a weird 2nd cousin of Jello.  Then there’s the turkey, which I don’t know about you but I rarely get to see a whole turkey- it’s usually already processed and sliced for my convenience.  And the yams, oh the yams!  They’ve managed to take a fairly vitamin enriched vegetable and do what to it? Smother it in butter, brown sugar and cinnamon and top it off with marshmallows.  It’s genius.  And then there are pies.  Enough said.  So I wish you a happy Thanksgiving on this up coming Thursday.  I will be enjoying it from a lake house in Mineola, Texas with my parents and brother, and maybe other family members I’m not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways other than being excited for the holiday… This weekend was/is still going great… I’ve done very little and feel very comfortable about that.  Oh wait, matt and I did go to the Jimmy Eat World concert on Friday night.  Matt working at the radio station was around when someone said something like “hey we couldn’t give these tickets away fro the show do you want them” and so he took them.  And we went, but very much avoided the opening bands.  But JEW was pretty good.  Played the goodies from Bleed American. Matt had bought a bucket of popcorn too, what a goofball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend we rented Ratatouille, which was alright… I really liked the incredibles or finding nemo a lot more.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! Matt got a call from Palm, the company who makes Palm Pilots.  Well they were very interested in his resume.  Isn’t that cool? Also they’re offices are in bay area of CA.  Bad Ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Matt and I played Mario Kart 64 last night and we both got mad at how awful we were doing at banshee boardwalk- damn you ghosts!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2674255887346547447?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2674255887346547447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2674255887346547447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2674255887346547447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2674255887346547447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/beautiful-wonderful-thanksgiving.html' title='Beautiful wonderful Thanksgiving'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4595410688670121646</id><published>2007-11-13T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:22:25.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>keep dancing goofball...</title><content type='html'>i love you tom hanks.  i love you steve zahn.  i love you captain geech and the shrimp shack shooters.  what movie am i watching? teehee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did not a lot today.  deposited some checks.  enjoyed my jeans and some orange juice.  had a pumpkin spice latte.  also declined a visit to the grocery store because there were too many cars in the parking lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start work on thursday! woot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at a complete loss.  on facebook there is a spot to put your favorite quotes.  now i am a lover of quotes.  so trying to figure out what to put down is impossible.  if i could group my favorite TYPE of quotes it would go like this: 1) any conversation with friends 2) any jokes repeated at nausium from the following movies or tv show "stella" "flight of the conchords" "wet hot american summer" "aladdin" "hook" "south park" "yo gabba gabba" "simpsons" 3) or just funny in general.  and in conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there was this one time where we stayed up way past midnight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4595410688670121646?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4595410688670121646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4595410688670121646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4595410688670121646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4595410688670121646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/kepp-dancing-goofball.html' title='keep dancing goofball...'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5814161537157104470</id><published>2007-11-12T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:09:04.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who’s slightly more employed than usual!</title><content type='html'>Me!  I took the job at the Italian eatery.  And gadzooks abound.  I will be working with two people that I know already.  Woot.  I’m excited for having something to do and a paycheck and free food.  Pretty groovy.  And I get work shirts which is great so I don’t have to gunk up my own t-shirts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, talked to Emily and Casey via internets today.  I miss those goon-butts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been looking at clothes to buy today which can’t be good.  I’ve decided I need more underwear and some leggings.  Otherwise everything else is blah looking to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in a while but my mom already asked me if there was something I wanted I couldn’t think of one thing.  That’s how I know I’m getting old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that batman (the animated series) episode were everyone in arkham asylum puts batman on trial for making them what they are and in the end they realize that it’s them that made him.  Such an awesome episode.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was real rainy and awful.  Reminds me: gift idea for my birthday- new windshield wipers.  Ok that’s all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5814161537157104470?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5814161537157104470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5814161537157104470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5814161537157104470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5814161537157104470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/guess-whos-slightly-more-employed-than.html' title='Guess who’s slightly more employed than usual!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4366903195397728251</id><published>2007-11-11T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:33:14.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>parents in town=eating a lot of food</title><content type='html'>Well it’s been a week exactly so where to start? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week I made this amazing pumpkin bread.  Like really good.  Its really good toasted and then with just a spoonful of ice cream.  Oh my goodness. I made muffins of it too because I had so much batter.  Needless to day it was gobbled up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the apartment pretty well because my parents were coming and I want them to know that I don’t live in a COMPLETE pig sty only a partial sty that has lovely fall flowers and smells of lavender.  Also I bought an African violet to brighten up the kitchen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t noticed by now I have become a housewife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in revolt against this slow transformation I checked job listing and saw that an Italian eatery needed some lunchtime help.  And I know I wanted to stay away from food service but I’m desperate and at least I kind of already know what I’m doing.  And I have an interview there on Monday, which is tomorrow.  So that’s good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came into town on Friday night.  I was so stoked.  We went first to this place that I knew had great thin crust pizza and that’s my mom’s favorite so we went there.  And then we rented two movies- Transformers and Spiderman 3.  I know ridiculous choices but at the same time kind of didn’t want to have to think.  And we got some booze too.  Not too shabby when hanging out with the Grifs.  So that night we just watched transformer and drank beer and champagne and cider.  Then the next day was our two-meal day because the meals were huge.  For brunch we went to Flat Top where we made our own pancakes and omelets and French toast.  My parents liked it.  THEN! We went shopping around I guess… to target for whatever and my dad wanted a U of I button up shirt.  So yeah and then we started watching the U of I vs. Ohio football game.  And oh my god we won.  Amazing.  Ohio was ranked number 1.  And we weren’t even in the top 20 teams.  Students started gathering at the alma mater being buzzed from the game and also from the beers we had all consumed.  It was fun.  My parents, Matt, and I had gone to a bar to watch the game too.  Then we wasted some time before going to the hockey game where we won again.  It was just a sport filled night.  And afterwards we went to Papa Del’s.  Incredible deep-dish pizza was consumed by all.  Ryan and Jeff were there too!  Good times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left this morning- boooo! But hey I get to go down to Texas in like a week for Thanksgiving.  I’m also excited about that because I get to see Stef and my brother! Yay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to throw away my pumpkin because it’s starting to grow mold.  &lt;br /&gt;Also I’ve decided putting lotion on your feet really stops squeaky shoe syndrome- that is, of course, if you’re not wearing socks.  &lt;br /&gt;Curb your Enthusiasm finale tonight- bittersweet.  Because it’s over but I can cancel HBO which costs $$$$$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4366903195397728251?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4366903195397728251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4366903195397728251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4366903195397728251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4366903195397728251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/parents-in-towneating-lot-of-food.html' title='parents in town=eating a lot of food'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1698763351147989166</id><published>2007-11-04T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:42:14.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you punch somebody in the water? well it just happened</title><content type='html'>I’m watching bad tv and it’s Sunday morning.  That’s all you really need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel hungry- although last night I ate enough for like 5 people after drinking enough beers for 2.  As you can tell my night last night can be summed up with an equation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca + 10 beers (from 8 pm to about 2 am so don’t think I’m a total lush- just sounds like it on paper) = eating lots of Doritos brand chips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I went to some party that for some odd reason had a lot of the people that I didn’t really want to see again since graduating.  But it was nice to see some of matt’s friends, they’re pretty funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I say someone is funny, I actually mean that they laugh at my jokes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man this movie is dumb “Into the Blue”- beautiful people getting mixed up in treasure and cocaine.  Paul Walker could be the silliest man alive.  I mean why even try to do a movie after you’ve done the fast and the furious.  Did I mention there was a shark attack in this movie and Jessica Alba just fucking macheted off her dead friend’s arm so she could walk around or something.  This is such a great bad movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night though we watched a Who documentary on Vh1 that was pretty good.  I can honestly say the Who were mostly fucking nuts and mainly amazing.  I really want a red shirt with just Keith on the breast pocket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1698763351147989166?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1698763351147989166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1698763351147989166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1698763351147989166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1698763351147989166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-do-you-punch-somebody-in-water-well.html' title='how do you punch somebody in the water? well it just happened'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-8291844494413037035</id><published>2007-11-01T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:41:52.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over-ween.</title><content type='html'>So here I am, it’s been a while.  I finished my stint at the costume shop yesterday and it was nice to know that I wouldn’t have to go in but it was a bummer to know that a job was over.  Although I have 2 paychecks still to come! Anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of anything really to write about.  Yesterday was Halloween and I had to work, which was a bummer, but even during the party weekend that precedes Halloween I didn’t dress up.  I knew I wouldn’t.  I don’t care near enough o spend that sort of money on a one day/occasion sort of thing.  But I did buy some new clothes, which I’m totally stoked about.  Some skinny jeans and a mini skirt- literally miniscule.  I got it knowing that I would only wear it with leggings underneath it.  And the jeans are the type that everybody wears now a days.  And my butt looks good in both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my mom and I set some dates for my trip down to Texas for Thanksgiving!  And plane tickets were bought. Yay!  I’m stoked.  It’s always fun to go home and see people that you haven’t in a while.  And after all if it’s thanksgiving that means that my birthday isn’t far off.  I don’t expect anything grand but maybe some sweet little some things.  Hopefully someone remembers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the strangest dream today during a wee little nap I took.  In my dream I got a couple of tattoos that were just AWFUL.  Like a giant cross on my back and like a bird on my calf.  I don’t know just really weird and meaningless tattoos.  Oh in my dream I woke up and checked to see if they were real in a mirror and I was so pissed I’d get something so stupid.  And then in my dream I was like no way this is a dream I’m going to wake up.  And then I woke up in a real life and was totally relieved.  It was such a relief I fell back asleep.  And I also dreamed I was wearing the most ridiculous clothes.  I don’t know what was going on but this dream was about bizarro Becca- with her bad clothes and tattoos.  Ew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I have nothing to do this weekend because I plan on going out and doing stuff that cool kids do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-8291844494413037035?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/8291844494413037035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=8291844494413037035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8291844494413037035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/8291844494413037035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-over-ween.html' title='it&apos;s over-ween.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3020462705072363706</id><published>2007-10-24T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T01:50:02.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a list of length</title><content type='html'>Things I’ve considered in the past two days or 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;1) I’ll never be skinny but maybe my “coolness” will make it seem like I don’t need to be skinny&lt;br /&gt;2) I miss traveling for stupid reasons like concerts or because I COULD.  I want that again.  &lt;br /&gt;3) My phone sucks balls and my brother is send me his old one so I can send my shit one to be replaced by Cingular or Samsung- both can be described as lackluster for the past month.  But not the people they employ (thank you john the cell phone man) just the products and promises they make.  &lt;br /&gt;4) Making mix cd’s is immensely fun but quickly turns into “which of my children would I kill if I had to” because the cd only hold 1.2 hours of songs.  Boo. &lt;br /&gt;5) Working makes money but unless I can find a zen sort of place working also makes me very grumpy.  It probably wouldn’t if I didn’t work more than 40 hours in 5 days or so on my feet- how do the full time sales associates do it?&lt;br /&gt;6) Reading is fun(damental).  I FINALLY finished “100 years of solitude” and was left with a burnt taste in my mouth.  Burnt popcorn.  Yes it is a book of human tragedy and triumph and stuff like that but I just don’t know.  I guess I was expecting some glorious ending something that was nice- instead you’re left with a pig tailed baby eaten by ants.  Spoiler alert? Whatever.  Maybe it’s too Pulitzer for my feeble brain- I don’t mind.  &lt;br /&gt;7) I started and quickly need to finish (not that you asked) by steve almond.  A delightful romp.  I haven’t read any of his other books though.  I already read most of it with the sections left about republicans and his baby to read.  And I almost skipped ahead during the baseball chapter to read about the baby one.  But I stuck it out because that’s who I am.  A sticker outer.  &lt;br /&gt;8) I wait for Matt so much to be done with homework or something or other but I don’t know if it’s so much waiting for him or waiting for myself too.  Hard to explain I guess.  Living with boyfriend of 2 years is naturally great but also makes me immediately wish for more adult like surroundings.  Although it terrifies me.  &lt;br /&gt;9) Even though I work in a Halloween costume store I still have no idea what I would or could possibly want to be for Halloween.  And I kind of don’t care? Is that wrong? Well if I could pick a costume it’d be “I’m wearing pajamas out of the house so fuck off”  &lt;br /&gt;10) I have no idea how to grill a steak.  &lt;br /&gt;11) The sky at sunset today was beautiful I took pictures but my camera skewed the colors and they’re not right and Photoshop will fix them.  But it was just gorgeous, the air was actually yellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3020462705072363706?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3020462705072363706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3020462705072363706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3020462705072363706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3020462705072363706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/10/list-of-length.html' title='a list of length'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5179741592352365599</id><published>2007-10-22T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:23:57.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a much needed day off</title><content type='html'>God diesel brand fragrance can suck it. Their commercial are awful.  Ruggedly hansom men tell me whether or not I’m living- always with their shirts undone.  Who cares? No I don’t drink the rain or run out of an old mansion without a shirt on.  Idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new news! I started working at Dallas &amp; Co. for the Halloween season.  I started last week and it’s been nuts ever since.  I told them I could work full time, which to them means close to 10 hours every day.  So while I love helping sorority girls find slutty costume- it’s exhausting work.  But it is cute to help someone find exactly what they wanted for a costume.  They get so excited.  My first couple of days were rough- not the work but afterwards.  My feet hurt so bad- it’s been a long time since I’ve had to be on my feet for longer than like 4 hours at one time.  And not just my feet are aching my whole body was revolting a couple of days ago.  I came home from work (which is around 9 because that’s when we close) and I all of a sudden felt really chilled like I had a fever ya know? Where your hands and feet feel cold but your hot everywhere else and you just feel weird and wrong.  Well yeah that’s how I felt and then I started being hot all over and sweating like I had broke the fever.  But I had no other symptoms.  But it all made me feel like poop.  And it just sucks that it happened on a Saturday when I was all ready to do something.  I think it has something to do with eating pretty healthily and regularly o eating rarely and very poorly.  But we went to the grocery store last night and got some food that just might be good for me.  I also think maybe part of it is having to handle people’s money with all their germs on them.  So I’ve been taking more vitamin C than god and also a multivitamin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is my first day off and I have another one tomorrow too.  Exciting.  So today I’m taking it real easy.  I haven’t changed out of my comfortable pajama type clothes and I really don’t plan to unless I decide to walk to the library.  That reminds me I have a lot of reading to do because some books are due in like 3 days and I can’t renew them! Also I requested some pretty silly things so I need to go pick those up too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5179741592352365599?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5179741592352365599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5179741592352365599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5179741592352365599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5179741592352365599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/10/much-needed-day-off.html' title='a much needed day off'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-4208431328658898015</id><published>2007-10-16T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:01:18.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friend dates</title><content type='html'>Aww.  This commercial makes me excited for the Festivus festivities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I’ve been on two friend dates in the last 4 days.  Jeff and I went to a movie and before hand some good ol’ stake and shake.  And then went to dinner with Dan.  Such goodness.  I like the people that I hang out with.  &lt;br /&gt;Also talked to Sara for a long time on the phone on Monday (I think).  And she said that she told Jami that I’m a good phone talker and I was so flattered.  That’s such a compliment.  To me.  &lt;br /&gt;Aw friends.  We got the funk (and backpacks that are half the size of our whole body).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-4208431328658898015?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/4208431328658898015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=4208431328658898015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4208431328658898015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/4208431328658898015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/10/friend-dates.html' title='friend dates'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3758522038663245973</id><published>2007-10-12T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:35:21.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the mornings are mine.</title><content type='html'>So I’ve had to wake up a lot earlier for work than I think I ever had to for school.  Which is fine except that I go to bed at like 2 am and then I crash at like 4 pm.  So today is coffee.  Lots of coffee.  I refuse to fall asleep today!  Also because of work my weekends don’t exist.  I have more work in one Saturday than I do in probably all my weekdays.  Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone has been seriously fucking up.  It will turn off in the middle of nothing and it wont complete calls or it will drop calls even though I have full bars.  Needless today it’s total shit and I can’t wait to get a new one.  I think I might even mail it to the parents to get me a new one.  But that means I’d be phone less for at least 3 days at a minimum. Which I don know if I can handle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I’m watching mtv- boooo! But it’s Made which is probably the only quasi-quality show they make.  And this one is about a whole family getting in shape.  And one quote said during this episode is “Pain is weakness leaving the body”.  WHAT? That’s so not true- pain is weakness in the body crying out and telling you to stop it.  Everybody cries on mtv shows too.   That’s one thing I’ve noticed- that and the incredible level of crap that is involved in making the shows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Curtis Orchards a while ago- it was great! I bought a pumpkin and a bag of apples- gold delicious.  Yum.  I also bought some caramel cups so to dip the apples into.  Hehe.  And the pumpkin will not be carved but will be decoratively set on the porch or front of the house… it was odd going to the place by myself but hen again I don’t have very many friends left to go to an orchard at 9 am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I need to get my oil changed although it’ll cost me like 50 bucks- fuck you mini cooper and all your high performance-ness.  I’m going to start taking care of my teeth better.  It’s cold finally and I have to wear socks now.  Socks! I’m reading “100 years of solitude” and I can’t wait to start “(not that you asked)”.  New TV show “Pushing Daisies” makes me happy.  So there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3758522038663245973?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3758522038663245973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3758522038663245973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3758522038663245973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3758522038663245973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/10/mornings-are-mine.html' title='the mornings are mine.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3584701281155246235</id><published>2007-10-06T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:15:55.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this something you can share with the rest of us, Amazing Larry?</title><content type='html'>So I thought I’d attempt to write an entry even though I’m exhausted and sunburn. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah defiantly am having a f-ed up sleeping cycle but I can’t help it if I wake up at 6:30 am and then want to nap when I get home.  And it also doesn’t help that roommate/bf also keeps ungodly hours with working on engineering stuff until 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Ryan birthday.  Woot. Go Ryan, 23 is I imagine unimpressive and lame.  But for his birthday we did go bowling which was great to play in real life instead of with a Wii.  And I had made Ryan a big chocolate chip cookie that said “Happy Birthday Ryan, you’re 23! So here’s a giant cookie.”  I hope it’s not too crunchy, I had to bake it long enough so it wouldn’t break as soon as I tried to get it off the pan.  I like birthdays a lot, I wish more people made a big deal about them.  It’s the ultimate personal holiday.  But I understand that it’s hard to fund a big great birthday- but usually anything/ something is better than nothing on your birthday (or at least for MY birthday it is- or else you'll hear about it).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today is (soon to be was) Matt’s birthday!  His parents came down which is always an experience.  We went to the Illini Football game- amazing game.  We beat Wisconsin who is ranked #5 in the country.  So in short- Ron Zook is a Zeus and the players are deities of the pigskin.  It was a lot of fun although it was hotter than ball sacks.  And we got sunburn, but only on one side of our faces.  It was so exciting and it’s dad’s weekend here at U of I so there were dads everywhere and the marching band spelled out dad and the cheerleaders' dads were dancing during half time too.  It was just dad-cute all over.  I called my dad at halftime to tell him to watch because he gets so excited over football and that was the extent of my celebration for dad's weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;But I digress, Matt’s birthday gifts from me included 1) a new watch! More grown up than his little digital one he’s had for probably 10 years.  2) cookies! I made matt some chocolate chip and pecan cookies (really for him and his parents to have during their visit).  His parents brought lots of stuff for both of us- a new gas grill to cook on- which is awesome and makes me wish it was the beginning of the summer.  They brought some kugel- a type of noodley Jew food.  I don’t know what was in it but it ain’t bad!  They brought a lot more food.  I love it when parents visit and they bring or buy you paper napkins and like plastic silverware, as if we are constantly picnicking or hosting barbeque parties.  His parents are the ones who got us the football tickets and they also went to the hockey game (I stayed home and took a much wanted nap instead of going to the hockey game because I know that the team we were playing were not very good therefore making the game less interesting).  Other than that we’ve been sitting around our apartment and watching even more sports on tv (I don’t know how men do it- watch various sports all day, “It's like you're unraveling a big cable-knit sweater that someone keeps knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting...”) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I just spent 10 minutes reading all the Pee wee’s Big Adventure movie quotes.  I love that movie I want it on dvd, even though it’s on tv every other day.  Oh I bought jungle book on dvd- it’s maybe my second favorite Disney movie...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also dyed my hair dark brown, its real dark; darker than I thought it’d be but I like it.  I would just be nice if the weather was cold so I could wear it down for a change and show it off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a long one.  Lots and lots of pet sitting jobs which is fine because all the pets are nice and sweet and a delight.  Just waking up at 6:30 am is no delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3584701281155246235?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3584701281155246235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3584701281155246235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3584701281155246235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3584701281155246235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-this-something-you-can-share-with.html' title='Is this something you can share with the rest of us, Amazing Larry?'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3963302653359015894</id><published>2007-10-02T05:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:39:59.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my bed</title><content type='html'>here it is.. 5:30 am-ish. and i can't get to sleep.  i hate this, it's been like this for a while i dont know how i got started on this horrible sleeping pattern.  it just pisses me off that i can't go to sleep and then i can't go to sleep even more.  so my plan is to stay awake until i feel tired then when i have to wake up at 7:30 in the morning- i'll make coffee and not go back to sleep until tomorrow night where hopefully i will have no problem falling asleep and STAYING asleep.  god this sucks. so now i'm going to read more about the marx brothers in a book i got from the library and try not to think about how much i hate my brain and my body and my bed and my soft pillows.  it's time for a revolution- i will be in control of myself and this sleepless business has got to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3963302653359015894?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3963302653359015894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3963302653359015894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3963302653359015894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3963302653359015894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-my-bed.html' title='i hate my bed'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1451838263543338807</id><published>2007-09-30T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:47:35.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how we do it! a-break it down.</title><content type='html'>A pretty fun weekend was just had by me and hopefully others.  Considering it is Sunday and that means that all fun is officially over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was hell in the pet sitting side because I had like seven jobs and they were all in different locations.  And this one dog kept peeing in his crate and therefore in the house which I had to clean up.  ANYWAYS- it sucked.  But Thursday night night was spent at Murphy’s with Jeff and Ryan and even Alex danger.  It was a sheer delight to sit with, which I shall now affectionately call “ma boys”.  Oh and there was the Star Course Bar Crawl which is always jam packed full of people I know and love and who were drunk beyond belief.  Eileen and Alan fell on top of Ryan.  And Colin definitely grabbed me from behind and jiggled me- not appreciated.  It was a lot of fun that night at Murphy’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday I applied to work at Dallas and Co. a costume shoppe.  Hopefully they’ll hire me even if it is just part time.  I need something to do and why not help dudes and bros with their Halloween costumes?  But Friday night was a delight because I got to play Wii with friends.  And I played the BEST Wii bowling game of my life.  I beat even Marty, who is the owner of the Wii consol.  It was amazing.  242.  No joke.  Oh I loves me some Wii.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, yesterday, was pretty uneventful until I got to go to the hockey game for FREE because the radio station that matt works for is broadcasting some of the hockey home games.  So I said I was also from the station and got in.  It was an incredible game.  We tied with in the last 20 seconds, then it went into overtime and we won! It was just amazing.  Really makes me want to go to more of them.  anyways, while at the hockey game I brought a long a little journal and took notes of stupid things that were happening around me, plus mainly I thought it would look like I’m actually doing something to warrant that I’m from the radio station.  So I will share with you now the things I noted.  &lt;br /&gt;1. The game actually opened up with “let’s get ready to rumble” Jock Jams style.  I thought it was hilarious because where else would you hear such an archaic pump up song.  I guess classics never die. &lt;br /&gt;2. This older lady was finding her seat- first off it’s just benches, it’s really just like sitting on bleachers I mean who cares if you’re in the front row or the second to front row.  She was just being loud, obnoxious and fat.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Why would bring a baby to a hockey game? Like a baby baby.  Not only that, but sit in the front row with a baby- are you going to use it as a shield if the puck comes at you?  &lt;br /&gt;4. And does a Zamboni really need headlights?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all.  And then last night after the game we went to a bar again, but this time with Brooke and Jesse, which was a nice change of pace.  And this real big titty girl was all over Jesse, so funny and so inappropriate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it. Next weekend Matt and I are going to the football game with his parents and Saturday is his birthday- EEP.  Need to get him something, but what?  Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1451838263543338807?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1451838263543338807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1451838263543338807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1451838263543338807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1451838263543338807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-how-we-do-it-break-it-down.html' title='this is how we do it! a-break it down.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-5674883169565570716</id><published>2007-09-26T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:30:52.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh flub.</title><content type='html'>I feel worthless and I hate it.  I’ve tried getting a job to many places but I don’t know what’s keeping them from even calling me back.  I’m planning on applying to work at Dallas &amp; co., a costume and party store.  And if that’s not weird enough I’ll also apply to be a receptionist for corporate Jimmy Johns.  And if that’s not stupid enough then I’ll apply to work at Ducky’s bridal shop.  I need something- ANYTHING.  Ugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being a reject of the corporate and sales world, I’m doing alright.  I went to the library yesterday and got 4 whole books.  One on the Marx brothers, ya know Groucho, Harpo and such.  I got it because the other day I saw most of the movie “A Night at the Opera” and it made me curious.  Who are these men?  What were they like off the stage and screen? Were they nice guys?  Vaudeville is an interesting time to me.  Other books are just fiction that look interesting.  I’ll let you know once I read them what they were and how much I hated/loved them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even really think of other things to mention, because my head is so swamped with job stuff.  So aggravating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also aggravating is the problems with my apartment.  All the work they’ve put into the electrical and installing whatever they need to in order to be up to code has meant that I have had to tailor my morning routine so they don’t catch me doing pilates or showering or taking a nap.  I have a feeling that they think that we both sleep until 3 pm, which is scientifically impossible.  Everyone knows that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I wish I were somewhere else, with a job, and a landlord-free apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-5674883169565570716?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/5674883169565570716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=5674883169565570716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5674883169565570716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/5674883169565570716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-flub.html' title='oh flub.'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1033063030334802831</id><published>2007-09-23T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:30:34.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we do the tighten up now...</title><content type='html'>Tighten up that bass… now make it mellow… &lt;br /&gt;Oh Archie Bell and Drells I will forever be in their debt for creating such a beautiful song that essentially is about nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty successful weekend, got to see some people I haven’t seen in a while.  We played some softball on Saturday, which was fun.  I even got a little sun on my forehead.  I also didn’t do too badly with hitting- I was like “I’m gonna try to hit it up in the air” and then I did.  So booya-ca-sha.  And Saturday ended with everybody at my place, which made me realize how much smaller my apartment, is than the giant monster house that we used to live in.  Oh the times of being able to have 10 people over and everybody had seats.  But anyways, great to see people, and some people I see too much, you know who you are!  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Saturday night we were listening to music while watching Mad Max and the Thunderdome on mute.  It was quite funny.  Who would know that the soundtrack to Newsies would work so well with the fight sequence?  We also watched some Flight of the Conchords, and my love of them is getting out of control.  It’s turning into that sort of suffocating love that I once had for Stella.  Don’t get me wrong I look fondly on those weeks where every conversation involved a quote from the hilariously cancelled Comedy Central show.  But looking back I realize how sick it was and how quoting DVD commentary can’t be healthy.  I don’t know if I’ve learned my lesson.   “If that’s what you’re into...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More things that I’m just thinking about: &lt;br /&gt;Getting a FUCKING job (FUCK)&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Emily in Maine!!! It would be amazing, you know it, I know it.  &lt;br /&gt;Matt’s birthday is Oct. 6th and we are going to the football game that weekend too, his mom bought us matching Chief sweatshirts- too funny so of course I’m taking mine and wearing it, because frankly why the hell not?  They’re matching for crying out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for it to be cold fall weather- yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1033063030334802831?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1033063030334802831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1033063030334802831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1033063030334802831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1033063030334802831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-do-tighten-up-now.html' title='we do the tighten up now...'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-634123440523002318</id><published>2007-09-21T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:55:24.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay friends!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I have friends!  Jami and Casey are going to be here.  Thank god. Jami got here yesterday and we went to Murphey’s, the only respectable bar on Green St.  Even though we are frequent customers at this bar, I felt like totally out of place.  Firstly I graduated so I’m automatically older than 90% of the people there.  And we were all wearing jeans and a t-shirt sort of deal and again that made us different than 90% of the people there.  It was just a really weird feeling.  Being old and not impressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weirdness did not stop Jami and I from splitting two pitchers of Leinenkugel’s sunset wheat.  We took the bus home and drunk kids are funny, and sad.  Anyways we came home to eat too many chips and promptly fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Jami and I went running! Yay exercise.  It was hard; it was hot.  But glad we went, after the two pitchers last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited for nothing in particular.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I bought a lot of groceries yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a hilarious show last night with Dan the man Bennett.  It was like a comedy performance about race.  It was very funny, and I’m glad I got to go.  It was called N*gger W*etback Ch*nk…. Very racy/controversial.  But hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I’ve done more this weekend than I have in the past week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-634123440523002318?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/634123440523002318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=634123440523002318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/634123440523002318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/634123440523002318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-friends.html' title='yay friends!!!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-1321120781277065537</id><published>2007-09-19T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:40:10.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the destruction of my bathroom and life</title><content type='html'>So today started probably the most annoying way possible.  Firstly Matt got back to the apartment at 6 am! SIX AM! He pulled an all-nighter working on engineering homework… needless to say I’m very proud of him.  Then at about 9 am my landlord and his other maintenance guy came in.   It’s not about 15 past 2 PM and they’re still here.  Still working on the same thing as yesterday- an exhaust fan.  And I didn’t wake up at 9 am when they got here because frankly there’s nothing to do when the electricity is out.  Besides I was still tired for trying to wait up for matt and then actually being woken up by matt.  Anyways, I was awake approximately from 9 to 12.  And during this time I was piecing together the story of what was happened only through the noises and voices I heard through the door.  The inspector that came in had an interesting voice and I tried to imagine his face and height- short, round, kind of pinchy.  So yes, the electricity was out which meant that my white noise maker was off which meant I heard everything inside and outside my apartment/house (we have the bottom floor to a small house- hence an apartment).  At any rate- they are still here.  And I am still in my pajamas sort of.  They are running and doing all this work and I’m sitting on my butt, writing in a stupid blog.  But I don’t feel super bad for doing nothing because when they leave I’m gonna have to clean the bathroom and the kitchen because even though they’ll try they wont do it well enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I’m doing nothing.  I ran for about 2 miles yesterday and thought I was going to die.  It was hotter than hell.  It was hottest day in a while; the high was 90 f.  Today I want to do Pilates but I refuse to do it while strange men are around and also they're walking right through my "exercise mat" (the floor) all the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt said he was going to start a blog called “totally defined”- but I sincerely doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-1321120781277065537?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/1321120781277065537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=1321120781277065537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1321120781277065537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/1321120781277065537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/destruction-of-my-bathroom-and-life.html' title='the destruction of my bathroom and life'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-663220122047771788</id><published>2007-09-18T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T13:55:28.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lawn mower, a electrician and my bladder</title><content type='html'>So today I slept way too late and I’m going to run to make it all better and hopefully do some pilates too later.  And of course I tell myself not to over eat today but we’ll see how that goes.  ANYWAYS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the sound of my landlord (who is a electrician as well!) coming in my apartment (I knew he was coming) to install an exhaust fan in the bathroom.  Not quite sure why we needed a fan there wasn’t one before but maybe I’ll ask in a little bit, he’s still here. He’s currently outside talking to a lawn mower guy, who sounds like that type of guy who’s lost many teeth and would say New Orleans like “NAW-lens”.  My landlord just said his name is Jim and that he is “chatty” today.  Interesting.  But back to my point, they’re working in bathroom and I didn’t realize that that means I can’t go to the bathroom so I’m kind of ruined here… trying not to think how I haven’t peed since like 2 am last night.  And it’s now almost 2 pm.  Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-663220122047771788?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/663220122047771788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=663220122047771788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/663220122047771788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/663220122047771788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/lawn-mower-electrician-and-my-bladder.html' title='a lawn mower, a electrician and my bladder'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-2737859304441898746</id><published>2007-09-18T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:35:05.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the song!</title><content type='html'>the song playing on the tv show was regina spektor "fidelity" &lt;br /&gt;and i decided that the song i want to play while i walk out if i ever am a guest on conan obrien is aquabats' "super rad!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-2737859304441898746?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/2737859304441898746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=2737859304441898746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2737859304441898746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/2737859304441898746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/song.html' title='the song!'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395436059561038619.post-3984443885972726992</id><published>2007-09-17T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:56:59.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first amazing post</title><content type='html'>After being silent for OH so many years I've decided to start another online journal thing.  And you might ask yourself "Why start again? Surely everything that needs to be said has been said.”  I will tell you what brought me crashing in social commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching MTV for one 30-minute show. The life of Ryan- a show that is about a 17-year-old skate boarder.  What cracked me up is that in the show he starts being interested in his good friend’s ex-hook up.  First off there are so many things with this show’s description already… but I digress.  Whilst all these California youngsters hang out in a pool one longingly looks at the other while a perfectly delicate indie song (by some delightful girl with leggings and big jewelry and either too asymmetrical or too symmetrical hair) emotionally plays in the background.  I’ll find out what song.  This clash of two very different music genres literally made me laugh out loud.  Oh MTV. It just cracks me up.  The songs could be one of two things- 1) it was put there to maybe expand the minds of those who are watching that maybe there’s more to music than big labels and the radio which for a long time has had it’s play lists planned by money.  2) it was a mistake, and someone just heard a sweet song and thought “Oh this scene has emotions let’s play this.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me explain my choice of names and address.  “I just don’t know anymore” is how I feel right now about most everything.  “Life after college” is only three words but it’s looking more and more like a four letter word. And the “lack of definition” is representative of my body and my thoughts and most of tastes.  It was available too! So lucky me.  So here we are again, talking to no one and yet every one.  I’m sure I’ll be making plenty of pointless entries but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395436059561038619-3984443885972726992?l=lackofdefinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/feeds/3984443885972726992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7395436059561038619&amp;postID=3984443885972726992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3984443885972726992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395436059561038619/posts/default/3984443885972726992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lackofdefinition.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-amazing-post.html' title='first amazing post'/><author><name>beccagrif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602535175235682487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/superbecca13/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
