Darn kids.

I love kids, I really do. Over the summer I volunteer at a preschool, I help out in a kindergarten classroom during the school year, I Y.E.S. in a third grade classroom, and I think that my five year old sister is the cutest thing that has ever existed. But the two kids that I babysit have changed my perspective. A four year old and a five year old. I walked into the job ready to have fun. I was wrong. They have pushed my buttons in ways that I never thought were possible. Now each time I go over, I brace myself for hours and hours of nonstop screaming and crying. Like tonight. They slapped each other. They slapped me. They hid my phone. They threw their dinner on the ground. One peed his pants. The other somehow lost her shirt. They threw massive tantrums. But of course, right before they fall asleep, they decide to be super sweet and adorable. When they say things like "Becky, you're the best babysitter ever," and give me a hug, I just can't stay mad at them. Darn kids.

Dear...

Dear person who talks during movies,

I love hearing your reactions to every single thing that happens, it really helps me understand what is going on. Your not being able to keep your mouth shut is an extremely admired trait. Never mind the fact that I can already understand what's going on, it is much more convenient to have you lay out the details for me. Also, I'd like to thank you for enlightening me with the news of how the ending goes when you just can't contain your excitement any longer. Why are we here in the first place? You could have just told me the entire plot line and saved me nine bucks. And when you squeal every time the main actor and actress kiss? It's my favorite sound ever. Seriously. I'm thinking about recording it and setting it as my ringtone. It would make butterflies explode out of my ears to hear that wonderful sound every time someone calls. Furthermore, it warms my heart when fellow movie watchers look at me and glare because they think that I am the one who is talking. I love getting glared at. It's even better when they tell me to shut up.

I'm never going to the movies with you again.

Becky

Sparkly rainbows and unicorns

Goody-goody. Or goodie-goodie? I'm not sure how to spell it. The more I look at it, the more wrong they both seem. But you know what I mean.

One of my friends just recently called me a goody-two-shoes. It was somewhat jokingly, but still with a hint of honesty. Um I don't know whether to take that as an insult or not. 

 This came about because I didn't want to ditch school with her. It got me thinking, am I playing it too safe sometimes? Well, obviously going to school is not necessarily considered "playing it safe", but sometimes I feel like I should take more risks in general.

I am not a goody-goody; I am a normal teenager. I fight with my parents. I rant about school. I run stop signs (not on purpose). I've made mistakes. I have regrets. When I think of a goody-goody, I think of someone who doesn't break a single rule and whose world just revolves around rainbows, and unicorns, and sparkles, and everyone loving each other (I'm sorry, that's a stereotype).

 Last night, I was hanging out with two of my friends and I was talking to them about how sometimes I just feel like I need to do something differently. Not the let's-get-drunk-and-smoke-pot-and-party-til-dawn type of rebelling, (that is obviously not something I would do) but just something a little bit more outside of  my comfort zone. Like talk to some people who I usually don't talk to. Or get my ears double pierced even though my mom refuses to let me no matter how much I try to persuade her. (That's kind of drastic, I don't know if I would ever do that.) Or sneak out. This is kind of embarrassing to share, because it's so not something that I thought I would do, but I almost did that once. The snow prevented me from actually carrying out that plan because my mom would definitely notice the tire marks and footprints, and I'd be grounded for life.

See? I'm not a goody-goody. But I'm not exactly a rebel either. Probably anyone who knows me well enough will agree.

I don't really carry out any serious rule-breaking activities ever. Which isn't a bad thing. I'm glad that I've never had to deal with alcohol or drugs. I'm content knowing that I haven't broken any laws. I haven't really ever lied to my parents. But sometimes I just feel like I need to do something differently. Something unexpected. Don't read this and get the impression that I'm going to go out and do illegal things. That's not me. I just want to live a little more free.

Hey, that rhymes.

Wow this post took a really weird turn. I can't even find my point anymore, that's a lot of rambling up there. My main point: I need to learn to try new things outside my comfort zone yet still be myself. Even if I end up making a fool of myself or getting grounded, it might be worth it. It might be a chance to learn something new. I know who I am. I know what my morals and values are, and I would never put myself, someone else, or my future in jeopardy.

Is this for real?

Unless you can speak Chinese, you won't understand what they're saying. But what they're saying is not really relevant anyway. 

Excitement

I now have Blogger on my phone. It took about 15 minutes of tampering with it to figure out how to sign in and sync stuff, but oh well. So, ladies and gentlemen, this is my very first mobile post! You could say I'm excited.

Let's travel around the world

I've always loved to travel and I've always loved to experience new cultures. I would do anything for a chance to drop everything and just get on a plane and visit as many countries as I possibly could. Even though I absolutely hate riding planes. You see, I've been following the blog of a family who is currently traveling around the world. They've been traveling for nearly 300 days. I am So. Flipping. Jealous. Every time I read their blog all I can think is, No fair. No fair. No fair. I wish I was you guys. Please bring me along! I'll carry your bags! They are traveling all around Asia right now and it looks absolutely stunning. The temples, sushi, street markets, and little restaurants all look amazing, and I hope that I get a chance to go to some of those places someday. I've already been lucky to visit a few different countries and I'm so thankful for those trips. But I still hope to travel more when I grow up.

In eighth grade I went on a cruise and visited Grand Cayman and Jamaica. The best part of the trip, hands down, was swimming with sting rays in Grand Cayman. No, I did not get stung. They were nice! I definitely like sting rays more than I like dogs. 

If I could pick one place to visit right now, I would go to Greece. I'm not exactly sure why, but ever since The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and Mamma Mia, I've been dying to go there. Of course, like I said before, I want to go to other places too. But for some reason my heart is set on Greece. 

Doesn't it look gorgeous? I guarantee you I will find sometime in my life to go. My parents said that I might be able to go there as a graduation present. Maybe. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. 

Also, how cute is this song? So cute. I love it. 

Mini Rant

I'm really not liking AP Chem right now.

That's all I wanted to say.

Now I need to go finish my chem homework.

What Is All That?

My room is semi organized. Most things have a place. But...
There are a couple of little bins that just contain the most random stuff. They are the designated random stuff holders. Whenever I find something that I don't want or just don't know where to put it, then I put it in there. Today, I opened one up and poured the contents onto the ground.

Wow. 

What is all that?

1. See all those colorful glittery things on the ground? Those are little origami stars. My grandma taught me how to make them when I was in China the summer after fourth grade. I got really sick there and was in the hospital for 21 days. She told me that if I filled up an entire jar with those little stars I would be able to get out of there. So I folded and folded. In China, they don't let parents stay with you when you are in the hospital because they are afraid of germs. Plus, I was in the wing that held the patients with lung problems and they didn't want the air getting contaminated or something. So I was usually left alone. Except my mom was able to trick the nurses and tell them I couldn't understand Chinese that well so she would need to come visit everyday for an hour and make sure everything was okay. (Even though I actually can speak and understand Chinese fairly well.)  I still make those little stars whenever I get bored. 
2. Coconut Lime Verbana Lotion. Ew. I like coconut. I like lime. But when you mix them together into a little tube of slimy lotion, it smells like...just...grossness. I do not like that smell at all. I'm pretty sure I got that lotion as part of a gift from one of my friends for my 14th birthday. I remember that birthday party. I had all my friends come over to my house for a slumber party. That was in eighth grade. Man, middle school. Okay, I don't think the friend who gave this to me reads my blog, so they won't know that I didn't ever use the lotion and that I stuffed it into a bin filled with random crap. 
3. Oh hey, there's that cord! That's the cord to our portable DVD player. My mom has been looking for it forever. Whenever we have to go somewhere like a synchro meet or family friends house, my mom likes to bring the portable DVD player so that my five year old sister can stay entertained. Dora can keep her entertained for quite a long time. She is cute at first, but if she doesn't have something to keep her entertained she can start to become quite annoying. Ever since the cord has gone missing, there's been a lot of running around at synchro meets. Don't worry, we usually don't let her watch TV at home. Usually. 
4. My old cell phone. I dropped that phone in the toilet last year. But I managed to save it and get it to work again. I wiped it with hand sanitizing wipes at least ten times. Unfortunately, it died every two weeks. I swear I had magical rice. Every time it died, I would stick it in a bag of rice. After a few days, it would miraculously turn on again. There's no scientific or technological evidence to support why this worked, but it did, so whatever. I still love that phone. 
5. Let's measure our oxygen levels! Seriously. I actually do that. But I don't put my oximeter in the case so now it's in that cylindrical box. There's not much to say about this...I don't feel like explaining why I need an oximeter. It's a really long story. I just have some lung problems. But it's fine! I'm fine!
6. Study those Latin roots! I found a stack of notecards from honors comm last year. I'm obsessed with notecards. I make them for everything. Honors comm last year was interesting... To be honest, I always did my math homework in that class. Yay for 4x.