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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I Hate Flying, A Lot.

 

Next week, I go to Ethiopia.

That’s great and all, except there is one thing, I hate flying.

Me on a plane for 13 hours?

I just don’t hate flying because I’m just sitting around for 13 hours.

It’s the whole experience, especially take off. You can’t have any electronic devices on and the movies aren’t playing yet. Those dumb magazines they have in the plane don’t last long enough to distract me the whole time.

Stress.

So I’m just sitting there, not particularly enjoying myself.

It’s even worse if they turn the plane, because then you're all sideways.

 

Last time I flew, I read up on how planes worked, and that de-stressed me a little.

And it turns out, I’m more likely to die in a car, on a bike, in a train, because of a tornado, being struck by lightning, or from a bee sting.

In fact, chances of someone dying in a plane are 1 in 7 million.

Also, more people have died in the last 6 months in car accidents, than in the last 100 years because of planes.

Does that even help?

Sort of, until I think…“someone has to be that one”

 

So, normally I just find some person to watch, who looks like they’ve flown a lot.

And I’m not sure why, but usually this person ends up being a bald (not shaved) man in his 40s-50s. hmm.

 

Now I leave, to go scour itunes for free podcasts/tv shows (I’m too cheap to actually buy them) to distract me on my journey.

Just kidding, I’ll probably end up on Pinterest instead.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Girls Just Wanna Have Fu-un.

 

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Sometimes…I get bored. So what do I do?

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Well, I whip out the tacky makeup, of course!

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And the hairspray too.

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This look was based a little more than loosely on how imagine my mother as a teenager.

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And what would purple eyeshadow and blue eyeliner be without teased hair to complete the look?

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Look how huge my feet look there. I don’t even have large feet, or I don’t think..

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I did struggle to keep my eyes open though, I need to start jazzercising my eyelids.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Post Without a Title.

 

I have not blogged in a while.

Why?

Because I have had nothing to say.

It’s hard to say something when there is nothing to say.

So I just haven’t said anything.

The two most interesting things that have happened to me in the time I haven’t written anything?

1. I met a little girl named Tuna.

2. I experienced a 5.9 earthquake.

I had both of these experiences here:

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Sherando Lake.

Maybe I should go there more often.

I would probably be a better blogger if I did.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

9 reasons I hate going to the dentist.

 

1. The smell.

You know that smell. I can’t even describe it. It’s like if you put floss, latex gloves, cleaner, and toothpaste in a blender.

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2. They talk to you.

I mean, having people talk to you normally isn’t a bad thing, but this is a different story. You’re just sitting there, more like laying there, actually and they try to have a conversation with you. “How are you?” “good.” “How has your summer been?” “good.”  Really you just want to get this over with and forget the awkward small talk. It’s worse when they talk to you while they’re poking inside your mouth.

3. Do you floss daily?

Anyone who says “yes” to this dreaded question is either lying or just very dedicated. I normally answer “uhhh sometimes.” Then they say something like “well you really need to floss daily or you will have no friends and your teeth will all rot out before you’re 40.” I think I am going to be toothless by 40.

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4. It’s awkward.

You’re laying there with a light brighter than the sun shining in your face while a stranger who is wearing a mask and gloves pokes in your mouth. Can you say awkward?

5. X-rays.

Horrible little things. I’m not sure if this happens to everyone, or if I just have a freaky small mouth, but the little thing they put in my mouth always digs into the roof of my mouth and usually makes it bleed a little.

6. The sound of drills.

The sound of the drills is sort of like nails on a chalkboard, but in people’s teeth.

7. The water shooter.

I’m sure they have a name for ‘the water shooter,’ but I don’t know it…so I’m calling it the water shooter. Anyways, my teeth are really sensitive to cold in 2 places and they always seem to have the cold water aimed right at one of them.

8.  The poking.

With the little metal tools. I always think they’re going to scratch my teeth (which I’m sure they try not to…but I still always worry about it).

 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the dentists are actually nice people, I just strongly dislike visiting them at their office.

In case you were wondering, I went to the dentist yesterday.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Rainy Days.

 

Hi, my name is Bekah and I like rainy days (most of the time anyways). During a rainstorm or right after is one of my faaaavorite times to take pictures, because everything looks different than it usually does.

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El fin.