"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com

 
Are you there God? It's me, Bekah.

God, remember when I told you that I would make the commitment to run through the summer heat because I knew that you would reward me with glorious weather in October? Remember when I justified long, sticky August runs with the thought that soon the air would be clear and crisp and it would all be worth it? I know you remember this, God. So why, on October 21, do you insist on plaguing me with 98% humidity and a projected heat index of 100 degrees?

Is it because I didn't go to services on Yom Kippur? I'm sorry! I atone! I atone! Is it because I had impure thoughts about Johnny Damon? I'm sorry! I can't help that he is wonderful and glorious and largely responsible for the victory in game 7. Is it because I made fun of Curt Schilling when he said the reason he pitched so well in game 6 was that he "became a Christian 7 years ago"? I'm sorry, God, but that was so lame!

Anyway, God, I know you're listening. I know you are teaching New Orleans a valuable lesson by giving it a taste of what it's like to be in the very pit of hell. But let me just assure you: the point is taken. We get it. We know we are all evil, drunken sinners. Now can it please be fall?


posted by Bekah at 10:07 AM :: |

 
Namecalling

There are two stuffed monkeys in our apartment. The larger one, given to me by my sister, is named Monkey. Apt, don't you think? The other, a smaller monkey wearing a Michigan shirt, is named D'Brickashaw Ferguson. It pains me to admit that I didn't come up with the name D'Brickashaw on my own. The little monkey is actually named after the left tackle for Virginia. Why? Because D'Brickashaw Ferguson is the absolute coolest name in the entire world. (By the by, if you disagree with that assessment I don't recommend telling the original D'Brickashaw--he's 6'5'', 295 lbs. And he's had a lifetime of namecalling on the playground to get worked up about).

My dear friend Costa recently hurt her back very badly and had to stay in the hospital for several days. When she emerged, she was still in a lot of pain. Adding insult to injury, her doctor made it clear that she would not be allowed to lift a backpack for quite some time. So what did darling Costa have to do? She had to buy a rolly bag. I don't know anyone in the world who made more fun of rolly bags than Costa, and it was a sad day when she first rolled into school. I named her bag Eunice. It's the only name that would do. Eunice is also a name that my college friends and I used to refer to our uteruses (uteri?) during certain uncomfortable times of the month. As I've illustrated, the name Eunice is applicable to a variety of circumstances, all of which are annoying and/or uncomfortable.

My car's name is Franny, sometimes Fran. J's car's name is Oscar. Elliot's car's name is Oliver. J's old car's name is Ferdinand (he was a metrosexual). My old car's name was Elliott. My computer's name is Legolas. I named all of these things. I like to name things. Now I want to know all of your car/stuffed animal/assorted inanimate object names. Tell them to me. They better be good.


posted by Bekah at 1:00 PM :: |