so...up for a normal post ? (:

Hey guys....its been way too long since I've written a normal, happy, teenage-girl post. I've kinda just blogged when I'm feeling emotional, and I don't want my blog to be a vent.

So I'll just kinda share some pictures, some thoughts and we'll see how this goes. (:

I just took literally like a 30 minute bubble bath; I lovelovelove relaxing things like that. This morning at my church we had a flash mob dance sort of thing; during the offering song, the whole NextGen program (the mentoring youth group) had a dance planned out, and it was, needless to say, incredibly fun. If there's a video or anything I can put up here, I will.

Tomorrow's Monday.....yuck. It's so close to summer that it sucks to be sitting in school when it looks gorgeous outside - even though we haven't been having the greatest weather lately. (:

 ^^^^^ I get bored .

 And I like playing the violin.... (:

AND I LOVE PEOPLE <3

 

And also jeans (:

Hahah...I know this post sucked, but oh well. I tried. 

Oh, my dad ran a half-marathon this morning, and I made varsity track. (: Kay bye.

-Bekah

I crack myself up sometimes...

When I was seven, I thought tanning was for old people. A year later, I would purposefully "forget" to put on sunscreen so I would maybe get a tan when I would play outside. I just got burnt.

When I was nine, I thought if you carried a purse around it made you weird. At ten, I got my first purse for a birthday present from a friend and began using it.

When I was ten, boys had the cooties. To talk to one would be like sentencing yourself to a slow and painful death of cooties. (I never called it "cooties" of course...that would be too childish). I thought they were "soooo" weird. A few months later, the neighborhood boys became some of my best friends.

When I was eleven, I thought wearing make-up made you shallow. I detested everything about it and positively refused to wear even the slightest bit of lip-gloss. A year later, I began wearing it and appreciate it to death. I dropped the judgement of "you wear make-up, you're shallow."

When I was twelve, wearing ripped jeans made you immodest and disgusting. A few months later I bought my first pair of ripped jeans and wore them every day until they were worn to a thread.

When I was twelve and a half, I thought texting was extremely annoying and superficial. Fast forward a few months, and I text. All the time. (Just kidding...?)

A few months ago, I thought Justin Bieber sounded like a girl and looked like he was thirteen years old. I also thought he was extremely annoying. Now, as of this week...? Well...lets just say I don't think that anymore. He does look like a wittle baby, but some of his songs are super cool.

And just for the record...I'll probably be sick of him by next Tuesday. I'll let you all know. ^_-

Oh and please ignore the black nail polish...I was feeling moody the day I did my nails.

Guess what I found in my backyard yesterday?

A toad. That's right. I almost stepped on found a toad.

So I was playing soccer with my family and neighbors. I was goalie for a brief time (was kicked out after letting in three goals within the span of five minutes) and my keen eyes (ha, I wish) spotted a toad. A small, beautiful toad. He became my toad prince. I lost him within ten minutes. I hope he didn't die.

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It took exactly forty five minutes

to straighten my hair this morning. I woke up at six o'clock (actually, it was actually more like six thirty) A.M. to toil over my hair in front of the mirror.

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I am already planning ahead

for my birthday. June 27th. If any of you want to send me a present in the mail, that would be fantastic. (I'm joking, obviously. But still...)

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Lynnette Kraft
is having a fabulous giveaway over at her blog. You could win a personalized theme song for your blog. Worth $65. I'm super excited. Because I just got this feeling that I'm gonna win. (Just kidding. I'm very unlucky, even though my grandparents grow luck on their farm.)

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I should have been born
at 3:33 P.M. 3:33 P.M. is the very best part of the day. I love 3s.

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Someone told me the other day
that I look like my name should be Margaret. Apparently, I look like a Margaret (actually several people have voiced this opinion).
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I'm not exactly sure
what the point of this post was. But one last thing...

I'M BUYING A NEW VIOLIN!

Have a lovely day, my lovely chums.