It was one of those weeks...

I stubbed my toe and swore in front of my sister but she didn't care because she was too busy watching the long program figure skating competition. story of my life. then i was late to that thing and then they didn't make my drink right. then i looked down and my toe was bleeding. then i went to work and left my wallet at home. then i made someone mad at me. then i played frisbee golf. then i read a book and danced to jamaraqui. then i slept a little and dreamt about stuff. then i put a band-aid on my toe then. i took pictures of stuff. then i played online scrabble with my entire family with 5 laptops in the same room. then i bought conditioner and laughed at that one thing that was funny.

What I've been listening to lately.

Coconut Records....oh. my. wordly wordson. It's Jason Schwartzman's band project. I'm in love. I kick your face if you don't know who he is....

This is me on a good day.

That is all.

You, Me, and the rain.

The rain won't let up. The sun has been hiding. Maybe it's on vacation. Maybe it's on strike. Maybe it's depressed. Maybe it's playing a joke on us.

I wanna drive.

Let's listen to the rain as it sings along with our favorite songs. Or as our favorite songs sing along to the rain.

Let's roll the windows down and catch the rain. We'll catch as much as we can until the cold and the wetness become unbearable.

Let's drive until the little yellow lines on the road run out.

Let's admire the way the traffic and street lights reflect on the wet pavement, melting together into one giant piece of art.

Let's forget about our jobs and responsibilites and immerse ourselves in the here and now.

Let's get away. Our mini vacation in the rain.

I believe I could be quite happy this way. Forever. In your arms. Kissed by the rain.

This is fantastic.

This will be Rachel and I later on....And I'm ok with that.
Found in a box of photos at my parent's house.
I'm guessing that they're spying on their dashing (yes, I said dashing) young neighbor.
Or one of them farted and they're trying to find relief.

I keep dropping my falafels!

You know you're a grown up when you have a business card. I Truly believe this is the defining moment. This is when you go "awww maaaaan. I'm a grown up." Something inside the pit of your stomach sinks and you could vomit or run away. With that said, I recieved my business cards for my new grown up job. Shucks. I got over the initial shock and l didn't run away. However, the aftershock is nostalgia. Lately I've been trying to figure out where my life went. Whenever I feel like this, I make my sorry self get out of bed and go to my parent's house. So yesterday I hung out with my family. When I got there, we immediately started reminicsing about our favorite stories and embarrassing moments (most belonging to me). i.e. when I was little, I would throw up whenever I got excited about anything. Anything. I missed my friend's birthday parties because of this, I would throw up on my grandma when she would come to visit, I threw up the day my younger brother was born. Sometimes I would get so sick I would lie under the table at restaurants while my family enjoyed their meals. I also would choke on a lot of things. I ruined my sister's 6th birthday party at her favorite mexican restaurant because I choked on a chip. The paramedics had to come. While revisiting all these memories, my mother, the kind sweet hearted lady that she is, could not stop laughing. It was the kind of laughing where tears started to stream down her face and she couldn't breath. After a good while, she managed to regain some composure and inbetween gasps for air, she said "Rebekah, I can't remember going to a restaurant or party without you getting sick or choking on something!" That pretty much sums up my childhood, I guess. At least in my mother's eyes. Awesome. Nah, I'm kidding. I had a great childhood. Parts of it still linger in my life today and I still enjoy certain things like coloring or watching cartoons. So my questions is this: Will I lose my sense of childhood adventure now that I have a grown up job and go to bed at 11 and wake up at 7? I hope not, but I might have to prepare myself to move forward. Sad.