Life is EMPTY without SPOONS.

WARNING: This is yet ANOTHER absolutely pointless blog. Just so you know.

I consider myself to be a teenager. I'm a kid at heart, but I have the stubbornness of a typical 16 year old. This tends to make my life a LOT more complicated than it needs to be.

I proved that theory yet again today.

I felt like having some good ol' strawberry yogurt. Right? Right. So I go to the refrigerator, and I grab a cup of yogurt. Now keep in mind, this is NOT one of those weird Danimals Crush Cup things or whatever.

I start to make my way out of the kitchen when the following conversation happened:

Mom: "Uh... don't you need a spoon?"

Me: (immediately without thinking) "NO."

Mom: "Are you sure?"

---Now, at this point, I could have simply admitted that I was wrong. But no, I just HAD to make things more difficult. I have no idea why I was this stubborn.

Me: "Uh... um... yes."

Mom: "Really?"

Me: "Of course. Psh, why would I need a spoon?"

Mom: "You're going to need a spoon."

Me: "No, I'm not. I'm a big girl, Mom. I can eat yogurt without a spoon."

Mom: "Fine, have it your way. (brief pause) Here's the spoon when you want it."

Me: "MY LIFE WILL BE COMPLETE WITHOUT A SPOON."

So. I have prepared several pictures to effectively give you a visual of what took place for the next 20 minutes after that conversation.

I started out by assessing the enemy: the BLASTED yogurt cup.

Maybe I should add lines to make it seem more "action-ish".

There.

Now, I tried to approach it the civil way.

Well, apparently, whoever intented gravity was wrong. It didn't work. WELL, OK, it did. It just took like 10 minutes. AND, not all of it came out.

Right around this point, my mom says, "The spoon is still on the counter if you want to scrape out the bottom."

Me: "I am not a quitter, Mom!"

So, I tried the not-so-civil way.

0.000000001 seconds later...

And when that didn't work, I started to grow really sad.

And depressed.

If you don't feel sorry for me... go punch your tear ducts a little. It'll help, trust me.

And then, I started to grow really, REALLY sad.

Then I got a bright idea! I decided to crush the cup in various ways until I could lick/devour the rest of the yogurt.

These are the remains:

And then I grew extremely happy and ran to rub it in my mom's face. I mean -err- *cough* I ran to "nicely show" my mom that I was all grown up.

She had a slightly amused/horrified look on her face.

Probably because I looked something like this:

Yes, that is yogurt on my face.

The moral of this story:

1. Your mother always knows what's best.

2. Spoons were invented for a reason.

3. Yogurt cups are inferior to ME.

4. I think a bit of my soul died.

5. I just wasted 20 minutes of my life.

All I do is WIN

NOTE: In order to fully enjoy this blog entry, you must first have "All By Myself" by Celine Dion playing in the background. Do it now.

Honestly, I don't win. At all. While my friends and sister are currently at a bonfire having fun, I'm sitting in a hotel room...far away...in sweatpants...while fighting the urge to watch another chik flik -- since things obviously do not end too well when that happens.

Okay, turn off the music now. If you never turned it on in the first place, well... shame on you.

It's okay. Just wipe away your tears.

Ahem.

I have no idea why I'm even posting anything. I really don't. Nothing interesting has happened to me today. OH, except I got 3 tattoos, 6.3 piercings, joined one-and-a-half gangs, and died. (Kidding, of course.)

Yeah, Becky. 'Cause they totally couldn't tell.

Do you see this? I'm talking to myself now. This is not good. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME.

At the end of the day, I'm still alive and breathing. I'm very grateful for that. I have a family and friends -- I dearly love them all.

Moving on...

After I finished my meal earlier today, I simply watched as Phoebe continued to eat. These are the remains of the meal.

Phoebe: *sigh* "Man, that was great."

Me: "HOW DOES IT EVEN FIT IN YOUR STOMACH?"

Phoebe: "I dunno. Whew. Mommy, my tummy feels happy now. It says it's excited."

Me: "Honey, that's called indigestion."

Next, we went to a Barnes & Noble.

Where my car found its twin. Yes, it was magical.

Please note that my mother drove this time. All of those jokes that you hear about Asian driving? Yes, they are true. Atlanta is a scary place.

my 5'2" mother + other Asians driving = You better watch out.

We go inside the store, and something immediately catches my eye. I bust out laughing and make sure that Phoebe doesn't see it. But OF COURSE I had to go back later and take a picture.

I nearly died laughing. You can ask the guy who was next to me trying to enjoy his book. I think I startled him. Sorry, random dude.

All you ladies better quit looking at that picture. For real, look away.

Last, but not least, I decided to buy a new book. Actually, I bought three. But that's besides the point since I only read one book at a time.

I decided that I would buy a girly book. So, instead of watching the movie, I got this:

It's ovbiously not a book for kids. I don't even know if I should be reading it. But I already bought it, so I might as well.

I only got to page 2 before I realized that I wasn't doing this right.

I got off the couch, put on sweatpants, grabbed a cookie, snuggled into my bed, and continued to read. I'll let you know if it turns out to be any good.

P.s. If you ever need to recognize me from now on, just look for the giant dragon tattoo that's going across my face.

I get why it's called BOOT camp.

Today was Official Day 3 of SAT Boot Camp.

I now understand why it's called Boot Camp. -- It's because it kicks your butt... with a figurative boot.

It has literally taken over my brain. I seriously said this earlier today:
"No, Phoebe. I have been studying all day! You cannot assuage, allay, placate, mollify, pacify, or calm me down in any way! I am extremely irate right now! So yeah. If I say anything vitriolic in the near future, I apologize."

Needless to say, we've been working on vocab. 40 words a day. And yes, the whole "I no speak English" thing does NOT work here. I tried.

It's no wonder how I ended up on the floor several hours later. I'll explain:

After 4 and a half hours of essays, vocab words, and other things, I came back to the room and watched a movie. Letters to Juliet just happened to be playing on a random channel. Now, keep several things in mind:

1. I am a girl.
2. My brain was mush.
3. I am currently single.
4. I was eating ice cream when it came on.
5. I was sitting on a bed while watching the movie.
6. I had never seen this movie before.
7. "Love Story" by Taylor Swift played in the background of one of the scenes.
8. I was alone in the room.

So, if you put all of these factors together, you get a squealing, depressed-yet-happy, giddy, slightly-retarted, and happy-tear-crying Becky on the ground. (I squealed then fell off the bed in excitement when "Love Story" came on.) I then decided to stay on the ground: half out of laziness and half because it would probably happen again. You laugh, but it's true.

I went from this:

To this:

Then to this:

And FINALLY to this:

In case you are wondering what I look like currently, I probably look some a lot like this:




I hope you like my awesome finger painting skills. I drew this on my phone before uploading it.


OH, and I saw the best rule sign today.

Please take a look at Rule #3:


You can probably see why this easily made my day.

Well, I should probably go do something productive now.... NAH.

Oops! I did it again.

"Oops! ... I did it again.

I played with your heart.

Got lost in the game.

Oh, baby, baby,

Oops! ... You think I'm in love.

That I'm sent from above...

I'm not that innocent." - Britney Spears

Are you singing the song in your head now? Yeah, thought so.

I've done this several times in my life now. You would think that I would have learned after the first 3392873298748923.2 times. I start a blog, get all excited, write one entry... then forget about it completely.

I am determind to never do it again.

...maybe.

Anyways:

A LOT of things have happened since the last time I stumbled across this thingymajig. BUT, I'll spare you the useless details. The most recent thing that's happened? Girls State.

Best. Thing. I. Have. Ever. Experienced.

If I were to sit here and rant about it, I would end up getting Carpal Tunnel and staying awake for days. If you think I'm kidding, you're sorely mistaken. I drove all the way to ATL without shutting up about it. You can ask my poor mother who had to listen to it all. I have met so many incredible people and have learned so many things that I will never ever ever ever forget. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that I would gladly do over a bazillion times.

I'm not going to talk about it...

.....

This is really hard, not even gonna lie.

SO, the point of me starting this thing up again is because I wanted to do this throughout my senior year. I figured that today was a good day to start. Today was DAY UNO of SAT Prep Boot Camp, and I want to... EAT LOTS OF ICE CREAM THEN DIE. Then eat more ice cream. I think I almost forgot how to breathe for a few minutes earlier today. I had to study, got 55 pages for homework, then had to take a diagnostic test. I barely figured out how to walk out of that place. -- You have no idea how hard it is for me to type this thing right now.

Becky do good? Becky is edjumacated. Me are really smartt smart. One plus one equals a purple cicada. K-A-T spells DOG.

That is the logic of my brain. I kinda wish I could take a picture of myself right now because I'm probably visibly twiching.

All in all, Girls State was an absolutely amazing way to start my summer. :) It can only go downhill from here... very rapidly...

My junior year was incredible, and I look forward to my senior year.

Dear Senior Year,

I may not be too bright,

But I'll still put up a fight.

I'll enjoy every day of you,

And try to remember everything I do.

I hope you'll give me a chance,

I'll live, laugh, love, and dance.

The past is now far away,

Dear memories, come and stay.

New faces mean new friends,

I wonder how it all ends.

I'll never forget the ones I love,

Even the ones who are up above.

So senior year, here's to you:

I hope you'll see me the whole way through.

Yes, I seriously just did make all of that up on the spot. BEAST.

Love,

Bee Han