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Name: Becca
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 8/11/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Racing, riding, writing, laughing, anything...
Expertise: Riding and training me horses... ;)
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/21/2004
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| Sorry I haven't updated you all nearly as much as I should be. But here's today...and a little bit of yesterday.
Ceramics--Got chalky from whatever they put on the tables last night. I made a construction paper sculpture (that's a mouth full) that depicted the word, " Eclectic" Then I volunteered to go first, to see if anyone could guess the word. Too bad I'm in a class of illiterates...how'd they know. Not that my sculpture was great or anything. Heh. I liked it though.
Student Service--I'd just like to say how much I love senior year. I don't have to do anything. Today, I just watched all the cute little freshman interacting with each other, and tried to guess which would grow up to be what kind of stereotype by the time they were seniors. -laughs- But my favorite boy is from England. He has an accent and he reminds me of a crooked-faced-innocent Conan O'Brien. I love him.
Creative Writing--you know I had my doubts about this class to begin with. But I love it. LOVE IT. My teachers is amazing. I can't even create enough words to tell you how much I love this teacher. He's just so real, and doesn't WANT to censor our work, but has to because we're still in high school. Anyway, I shared a little something we were writing in that class and he said it was "beautiful." I was totally stoked. And now him and I talk a lot which is what I really wanted in the end.
Accouting--We don't DO anything in that class. The teacher's rad though. I had him for Intro to Business last year, so we just chill. He talks about his life and makes everyone laugh. Can't ask for a better class.
Am. Gov.--Okay, I decided that this class is gonna suck. It wouldn't be too bad if I didn't have a full day of art classes and THEN my academic class. The teacher's one of those that you like most times, maybe more as a person, but she's not my type of teacher. I don't like how she's trying to subtly press her political opinions on us, and I don't like how much work she gives out. I don't like the way she's doing it either. It just makes it one big stress ball for all of us. SO yeah. And when she talks, she never looks at the class, her eyes wander around the ceiling and it makes her look a little Special Ed. Heh.
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Ranch News:
John never said thank you for taking a few days for him while his friends were here. That's great. On top of it, he was an insanely huge jerk (can't emphasize that enough).
Monday was my day off. Tuesday, ahh, Tuesday. Well, let's just start from the beginning. For a little background first though..
Kiah: 2 year old mutt...half draft half...everything else, in other words he's not small. He's got the most beautiful bay coloring though, and his mommy's pretty draft tail. But, he's just like his dad (who I grew up around). He will see how far he can get before he gets punched in the mouth...and whatnot. He's destroyed so many of my shirts...when I'm working it gets hot in the summer so I take them off and just wear a bikini top. I hang my shirt on the wheelbarrow and forget he can reach it. He's been green broke and I'm maintaining that and building muscle for his owner who knows NOTHING.
Harvey (Harvard): Big, beautiful, stocky paint. He's crabby and he's lazy. He used to be worth the 10,000 that the lady paid for him--before she ruined him. He was my shoer's horse and I used to drool over him every day when I was little. Now I'm begging him to lope for at least 5 minutes each way. Heh. And we're rediscovering what tucking your head is.
Blue: He's my baby. He's one of the prettiest blue roans I've ever seen. He's darker than typical which makes him better to me :) He's a goof, and perfectly trained to ..well, me. Just a doll that everyone loves around the ranch.
So, to continue.
I took Kiah out first since he's the most work. I saddled up and since Gerry (his owner) said she was having problems with him lunging from the reins, I intended to work on him with it. Well, apparently, Jason didn't work too much with him on that--or Kiah's an idiot which wouldn't surprise me---and completely forgot. So you know, he did it once and I stopped him to praise him for it and whatnot blablabla. He decides that if he's so good, then he gets to roll. With all my tack on. When I realized that a few pops to his mouth didn't help, I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could like three times. I like to think that helped him get up, but I know he got up because he wanted to. Oh, yes, and Heaven forbid, call animal control, I'm a horse beater! -stares- So then, he gets up....and kicks me. Right. in. the. thigh. So I was left limping and still am slightly today. So you better believe he was panting by the time I was done working him.
Then I got on Harvard, and worked him for a short while. He's fat. I'm being nice and he was a fairly good boy. He picked up both his leads without a major hastle, which is an accomplishment in itself. He's been jumpy and nervous tying so I'm just taking my time with that. He's not being stupid, but he's genuinely scared of something. SO yeah.
Then I got my horse out, and my leg was killing me by that time, so I took him down in the roundpen and worked with his face--tying it back and whatnot. Let me just say...it is SO sad when my horse, a 20 year old, looks younger than a 6 year old, papered, running quarter, whose had 6 months professional barrel training on him. Sad. But my horse rocks, and I expect that. He can still beat all of them. And they're half his age!
Anyway, that's it. Lovelovelovelovelove. | | |
| SERIES 0NE - Y0U
Last place you traveled: Arizona--it was SO long ago. Feb.
Height: 5'8" sounds good today although I may be an inch taller.
Zodiac Sign: Leo--and boy, do I fit it well.
SERIES TW0 - DESCRiBE
The shoes you wore today: None :) I love barefeet. But I will be wearing a pair of BRIGHT BLUE converse. Go me.
Your hair: It's actually gotten quite long--I could technically walk around topless and be okay -winks- but it's now a really dark brown with red highlights in it--natural highlights though. And it has fine layers in the front. Go me. Again.
Your weakness: Books. Don't EVER give me unlimited dollars in a bookstore. Or more than an hour. I'll come out with my shirt off and my watch traded in--if I wore one..
Your fear: Having no control and failing.
SERIES THREE - WHAT IS..
Your most overused phrase on aim: I say 'what?' a lot. Hah.
Your thoughts first waking up: Where's my boy? As in my dog...we're in love.
Your current worry: Not having every step to my career planned out..heh..like I said, I like control.
Your plans tomorrow: Wake up at 5 am, leave by 5:30, get to the ranch by 6 am, feed and clean stalls ALL day, go home and crash and get up and do it again. For the next eight days!!!
Your best physical feature: My eyes and my overall cuteness! I'm not ashamed to admit it, humble my ass!
Your greatest accomplishment: Getting where I'm at right now. That should be the next Mission Impossible movie..haha.
SERIES F0UR - Y0U PREFER
Sunrise or sunset: Sunset--I'm in a better thinking mood, and it's over the beach here.
Gore or horror: Horror, but that comes with gore, so both I guess. Neh
Stripes or polka dots : Stripe-peds...dotties are hurtful to the brain cells..
Money or fame: Fame, because I'd probably rich because of it. Now ain't that the way to think--I'm a buisness woman and plus tabloids look like they're fun if you have a fun-time mindset like me! hah
Metal or hardcore: None--I'm your classic country bumpkin. Heh...no, more like troublesome honky tonk...
Your life is: Beautiful
Pools or hot tubs: Hot tubs--I am not a summer swim game person.
SERIES FiVE - DO YOU
Cuss: I try not to...and if I do it's under my breath. If you hear me say it I'm either tired or so mad you should just leave.
Do you think you've been in love: Every day :) I love you doodoo face(s)
Want to get married: Yes, I have it all planned out.
Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: Yeah, I'm profressionally tranied -laughs-
Like to take baths: If I'm lazy enough.
Get motion sickness: I don't think so...
Like talking on the phone: I like talking on the phone when I can't talk in person--or if I'm real bored. I'm more of the do-it-for-real girl...adventure here I come!
Like thunderstorms: Yeah, especially when camping and the lightening lights up everything and the trees are just black shadows...love that. I'm such a writer...wooTee
Play an instrument: Nope, my borther took all the musical talent before I was born. I think I can get a record deal though...I'm a GREAT singer -holds back laughter-
Workout: Yeah, my job is a workout..I'm a lean, mean, fightin' machine
Like reading: I LOVE IT I AM A BOOK WORM...try reading it how I typed it..in all caps...it's funnier that way.
SERIES SIX - FAVORITES
Music to fall asleep to: Piano
Time of the day: Morning and night time..
Number: 32--fifth grade
Thing to do right before bed: write in meh journalie
Colors: Bright ass blue, green...whatever looks good with those ones...jeans, that's a good color too
SERIES SEVEN - FUTURE
How do you want to die: Happy and sleeping. Like one big NIghtey NiTe.
Where you want to go to college: University of Lousiville or some place in TexASS..ssssssss meheh
What do you want to be when you grow up: Equine Buisness Management...I'm going to be famerlus
What country would you most like to visit: Ireland. 'tis where my family stole horses for a living! -winks- Funny how I follow the blood of the tradition. | | |
| [oh Lord, here we go again]
Tuesdays in My Shorties.
I’m feeling promiscuous
Under the inky sky
And the shadows are lickin’ their lips
And even their kiss
Won’t satisfy me.
Your 5,972 miles away from me,
and my wheels keep turning away and
away
and
Away to the coastline
deadlined at 6,000 miles and 2 RPM’s
from your solitary confinement.
Crushed cowry shells kissed my toes
and that cadet blue night lit me up
like the moon who’s lost her skirt
grabbing a ciagrette again.
( I fell into this…. again)
Signaled right into my rearview mirror
getting off the freeway,
throwing a curve ball into the back of my eyes;
paralyzed since Tuesday night
Tossing your flannel on my bed
I fell afterward
breathing you in,
your worn out tune on my cheek.
Stale air leaks in,
between the curve of my lip and chin,
Where your 5 o’clock shadow scratches against my skin,
Sending chills down to my tiny little raindrop toes.
I’m feeling promiscuous under this damn inky night,
the shadows are lickin’ their lips
and even their kiss can’t satisfy me tonight.
I didn’t miss your steel toed, cross-cut kisses
until Tuesday.
And I didn’t start missing you until Tuesday | | |
| Here's what I got out of my last spurt. Ask Dave for the music that goes along with it. And if you want the weird spacing format that plays better with the time of the song, let me know. take care all. I think I'm calling this one Rebekah..::smiles::
In the palest of ivories, she glided down the winding stair case of red satins and golden ropes. She held her chin regally and curtsied to his offer of a dance. His hand was outreached, and just as polished as her own. Cuffed in expensive silks, he gently lead her out to the floor built just for this occasion. His rounded chin bunched when he smiled at her. One, two, three, four, there now. She counted the steps and went through the motions. But she could never follow the rules. Jonathan was playing the piece and he knew her all too well to keep within the boundaries of a stiff song. She floated off and away from the shadow of a partner, drifting into the center of the ballroom. The chandelier overhead encouraged her and she closed her eyes as she danced alone. Some would whisper about gypsies taking her while she had traveled all of last year, but she wouldn't hear them. She'd fall into her own world, spiraling slowly to the waterfall of keys playing around her. Pieces of her russet hair would fall from the braids twisted around her head, and soon it'd all be waving around the small of her back. The little jewels delicately placed would be clinging to strands by sheer determination, and her guests would cover their mouths politely. Her feet would move lightly like those immigrant inbreeds dressed in bright and gaudy fabrics. Her legs floated and danced like petals atop a stream flowing at midnight, and through the disapproval, the gathering marveled at the sight. She was such an improper piece of art. Her fingers kissed the air.
Jonathan spotted her father and paused in his piece. The dancers crowded in quickly to hide the beautiful mess she had created of herself, and they danced a few steps longer until he found himself back in the study with a glass of brandy to console his anxiety. He sat in his cushioned chair and let the flames from the fireplace dance upon his brow. His other two daughters had been so quick and elegant about finding a husband, so why was it that his second child could not? She was by far the beauty. Katherine was beautiful, yes, her hair falling in the golden curls he had passed on. Her eyes matched his own as well, a blue that was so bright the men had fallen hard for her. But, it didn't take long to notice the coldness held behind her eyes after her mothers death, and she married with what was left to court her; a southern gentleman with a large plantation and the promise of luxury. Virginia was the youngest and by far the wilder out of the bunch. She held off courtiers just to have extravagant parties elongated, and her laugh bubbled through the air. She mimicked the looks of the eldest girl, but she had no coldness after the death. She grew lighter, it seemed, and he wondered if the girl was a little jealous of her mother's looks. Eventually, a half rogue had caught her eye and she flew off to the city and was infamous for the festivities she held. But his last, his last seemed a dying hope. She was beautiful, yes. The prettiest of all three. She was a mirror of her mother, and people gasped when she entered the room. Her hair was brown, glowing from a chime in the Square Clock in the early morning. Eyes shone behind a fragile green with a mystery even he couldn't unlock. But her habits were aimless and she was never satisfied with the courtiers sent to her. And many were sent to her. She was restless and wanted more from a life than luxury and riches. His brow furrowed and the brandy seemed a little colder.
Her chin fell to the interruption and she found her way to a window that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. It was late into the summer night and her disappointment was hard to hide in her glowing eyes. She sat on the sill and played with a lock of hair, staring out passed the guests laughing on the yard. The traditional parties and way of things suffocated her and she wanted to be out in the world again. She wasn't pleased with a proper, high class life. It held no adventure and no surprise. She decided that this would be her last party...she was leaving tonight.
She rose with a high chin, and bid the guests good-bye once again as she nearly ran up the stairs to her room. | | |
| I want to write. I have about three random sentences. That's it. I cant' get anything out of myself. Well, except for what I wrote to the song Dave created for me. Thanks for the 8 months, Dave, I adore it. It's funny how I have the whole plot of a little paragraph living inside of me, and it'll never get further than that. Simply because I'm too lazy to find the write words. I want every sentence to be udder genius, I want to be proud of them all, not just a few. ALL. | | |
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