Short Words, No Type

I found out this morning that I have to be totally moved out by tomorrow night. I found this out after I tossed and turned all night and got maybe - MAYBE - 3 hours of sleep. Not the restful kind, either. So I spent most of the day running errands (Spencer helped - thanks, Spence!) and packing. At 9:42 I called it quits because I'm so tired that I actually feel dizzy and nauseated. And not in a small way.

Non-witty, but possibly amusing if you're into slapstick, aside: Does anyone else lose their balance when they're tired? On a few occasions I've gotten out of bed early in the morning and promptly fallen over. End aside.

So everyone send me good thoughts for getting this all done tomorrow. I'm feeling completely overwhelmed and I have no idea how I'm going to do it.

This is me for the rest of tonight.


Rebecca out.

You Are My Something-That-Doesn't-Cause-Cancer-And-Wrinkles Shine

We all knew it was coming, and today it finally started. The long awaited, but never far away, FREAKOUT!

It's been bubbling up for a week or two, but tonight it is officially...official: I've started freaking out about moving and changing my entire life. Once again.

Freaking out is fairly familiar to me, and supposedly there's comfort in familiarity. However - and this is just my untested hypothesis - I kind of feel like I'd be a lot more comfortable if I could manage to NOT freak out. I know - crAZY thought. What can I say? I'm all wacky and stuff.

I really believe that the universe tends to give you not necessarily what you need, but what you expect. And I have tended, most of my life, to expect very little good to come my way. The whys and wherefores of that would take you on a fascinating journey of navel-gazing, and since I like to keep my navel under my shirt and away from prying eyes, I think I'll skip motivation and stick to the bare details.

This year I decided that I would be more honest about what I want out of life, and that I would try to expect more. Old habits and old dogs and old mismatched socks being what they are, I have my ups and downs and sometimes I'm still really cautious about expecting too much. But I'm trying, and all this is really to say that what I expect is friends who will be there, not just when they need someone, but when I do. I try to be a good friend, and being oh-so-very-slightly imperfect, I'm not always A+ material, but I think I mostly do a pretty good job. So why not expect that for me, right? It makes an odd kind of sense, if you squint and look at it sideways.

The universe has totally delivered on that one.*

Thanks, friends.

I wrote a song for you. Too bad Spencer makes it sound like "Tiny Dancer."



*A special shout-out to Kaitlin, who pretty much just met me, yet has gone far above and way beyond.

Zero Percent Interest Left In Me

I got the loan for massage school, and I found an apartment!

You guys, this has been a terrible, terrible week. All sorts of ups and downs and...just awful. I'm pretty sure I cried more this week than I have in the past year. Maybe even the past two.

BUT.

I got a loan and an apartment, so I'm going to count it as a win.

This video is from the house concert I went to a couple of months ago. I'd so love to see Bitch play again; she has such an amazing presence live.

I Gave Thanks, But They Gave It Back.

So, it turns out Kaitlin is actually not a life-like puppet. Oh, the disappointment! But we had some great food, watched some awesomely lame movies, had some more great food, and discovered we have something in common. Mine are the brown ones. Also - the dirtier ones.


We went to a mansion, but it was $8 to get in, so we were all "Suck it!" and walked around the grounds instead. This is my Evil Plotting face. You guys, I am never plotting something evil. But I am always on the lookout for places a serial killer could hide a body. Portland has lots of good places to hide a body. Just so you know.


And these are pictures of me TOTALLY DRUNK at Thanksgiving. JUST KIDDING, FAMILY! Kaitlin so wishes. These are the pictures I was tagged in on Facebook that apparently no one can see because Facebook is a bitch.

Me on the floor, Kaitlin on uppers:


To my right you can catch a glimpse of the world's most ridiculously large TV remote.


Someone cut off the top of my head. It didn't even hurt. Kaitlin laughed as the contents spilled out (dark chocolate, ginger cookies, confetti, and America's Next Top Model trivia. I know - I thought there were brains in there, too. We were both wrong).

It Rubs The Lotion On Its Skin

Right up front, here are the 2 reasons for this post:

1) I see that I haven't posted in a week and I am feeling the pressure.

2) To totally freak my family out.

I was, of course, invited to spend Thanksgiving with Spencer and Chrissy. They, however, are going to Chrissy's aunt's house and spending the day with a bunch of people I don't know. I'm sure they're all very nice (lies. I'm not at all sure of that. How could I be? I don't know them), but...I was pretty neutral about this whole deal. Spencer and Chrissy - I heart you guys in mad ways. Thanksgiving is just not that big of a deal to me, and I was kind of meh about the plans.

So. My friend Kaitlin was all, "COME HAVE THANKSGIVING WITH ME AND MY FRIENDS IN PORTLAND!!!" (She asked over chat but, you guys, I'm POSITIVE she was sitting in front of her computer screaming it at me, hence the CAPS.)

After dithering over it for about a day, I remembered that I actually like to do stuff and I booked a seat on Amtrak.

Family, right now you are saying, "What's so freaky about that? You are a total amateur at freakishness."

But, family, I am about to blow your minds. Kaitlin is an online friend. I have never met her OR her friends. I AM GOING TO PORTLAND TO SPEND 2 DAYS WITH SOMEONE I HAVE ONLY COMMUNICATED WITH THROUGH ONLINE CHATTING AND TEXT MESSAGES.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am laughing at your horror.

It's okay - she's video chatted with one of our mutual friends, so I know she's real. Or a life-like puppet made by an extremely methodical serial killer.

See you all later.

OR NOT.

Twitter Is Not At All Like Sliced Bread

I am currently in the midst of trying to figure out financing for massage therapy school.

Okay, here's the deal: You pay for my massage therapy program, and I will give you free massages* FOR LIFE. Still not convinced? Fine, I'll also make you cookies. FYI, that's a good deal. If you paid for a massage a week, $16k would last you about 5 years. Plus, I make really good cookies.

Also, if anyone knows of a sublet or room for rent in Harlem (the non-sketchy part) or Washington Heights, I need a furnished room for about $600 or less, starting around January 1st.

At the farmers market last Saturday:


Seen at WWU:


And next to it:


If my massage therapy school has a community white board I'm totally going to treat it like Twitter.

*That's massages, not "massages," just to be clear.

This Is The Post About My Trip To NYC

I really can't believe I didn't get a single picture of falafel or cheesecake while I was in New York. The food is absolutely the second-best thing about that city - the first-best being, of course, these people:

Sara. Many a-person has lost both life and limb after falling for her innocent act. Do not be fooled.

Laura. Beautiful and heartless, she surrounds herself with others of her kind.

Sarah. Eats people alive.

You guys, my friends are kind of terrifying.

I stayed with Sara in Washington Heights.

When she wasn't working or in class, this is pretty much what we were doing:

I also went to a meditation workshop,

and found the Playground of the Americas. Impressive, I know.

I'm a terrible tourist. But I had a GREAT time.

And then I came home, applied to massage therapy school and got accepted, so I'm moving to New York in less than two months. Back across the country. Again. I wonder if there are really states in the middle, or if that's just a myth...