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22 October 2005
Ah ha, here I am again. If you want to see what I’ve really been up to lately, go to http://badbecky.buzznet.com I find it much easier to post there. You do have to sign up, but it’s totally free, and a very fun site.
26 April 2004
I know I am very bad for not writing more, and more often, but what can you do? Come give me a spanking if you don't like it. Please?
12 January 2004
Did I ever mention just how very much I like blue eyes? Note from 22 Oct, 2005: Since this comment has been somewhat held against me on a few different occasions, allow me to say that I like all eye colors. I have particularly fond memories of a person who had “beer bottle” (clear brown? Hazel?) eyes, waaaay back in eighth grade. If I’m still talking about them now, then obviously I thought they were purty. :-P - Rebecca
Don’t ask me what this means, it just makes me think about beginnings and endings.
Passing Time
Maya Angelou
Your skin like dawn
Mine like dusk.
One paints the beginning
Of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
Sure beginning.
5 January 2004
Ok, so we have some additions to our ever-widening vocaubulary, my holiday was very educational!!!
How to say that you’re DRUNK:
You are:
Twattered
Off your tits
Off your trolley (also means you’re crazy)
Off your nut
All over the shop
Sozzled
Mullered
Bladdered
Steaming
Brolleyed
Minced
How to say you’re going to the toilet:
I’m going to drop the kids off at the pool
I’m going to lay a cable
See a man about a dog
Last but not least, more soon-to-be famous quotes!!!
“ROCK AND ROLL!!!” dooosh –Me, just before falling on my face
“It’s not that bad.” doosh–Nadine, just before falling on HER face
“Nadine is here!” –Mark
“Do some crazy shit!” –Mark
“I spunked myself.” –Rachel
“Gonna vom…” –Rachel (hung over)
“Sweet cheeks!” -Me
3 January 2004
Yup, it’s the New Year! I randomly decided to go to Meribel in France with a group of Brits (although Gareth is Welsh) to snowboard for a few days. Rachel, Nadine, and Mark were the others present. Rachel lives in Oxford, but her parents are living in Geneva. Nadine is actually from Tazmania! And Mark is from Worcester, but now living near me in Lausanne, and working in the lab upstairs from mine, which is how I know him. I’ve been having a blast learning new English vocabulary, who knew there were so many words I’d never heard before? My favorite, for the moment, is fudgepacker. Don’t ask, I thought it had something to do with chocolate. I’ve also learned “mincer” (someone who wastes time pansying around), and many others. There were some exceptional quotes during the trip; which I feel the need to share:
“I quite like Pussy” – Nadine, talking about a french village
“It feels like one big prick.” –Rachel to Gareth
“I think it just needs one good yank.” -Me
“I like dick.” –Mark
“We’re the Pussy Possy!!” –all of us
Finally, a contribution for snowboarders everywhere:
The Snowboarder’s Prayer
By Rebecca and Gareth
Our Snowboard, who art on the slopes
Hallowed be thy wax.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On powder as it is on ice.
Give us this day our daily air
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those who cut across our path
Lead us not into moguls
But deliver us from injuries
For the moutains, the powder, and the glory are yours
Now and forever,
AMEN!!!!
By the way, I’m proud of myself: I’ve been starting to do some jumps, I land them no problem, although I don’t go very high quite yet, no more than, say, 20 cm or so. But I still land them clean almost every time, and height will come with practice!! My next goal is a grab!
30 December 2003
Well, it’s nearly New Year’s. It’s been a strange last few months, mainly marked by a most elevated level of nuttiness on my part. I mean, I’m usually a bit crackers, but lately I’ve estimated that in order to drive me any crazier, you’d have to put the car in reverse, as Heather, a friend from high school, used to say.
In some ways I’m fighting it, trying to get back on an even keel and all that, and in others, I just gave up all hope of ever becoming anything resembling a normal human being.
I got the job at Nestlé. Strangely, I flash from ecstatically happy to enormously depressed about that. Fortunately, I’m ecstatically happy 90% of the time. The depressed comes when I think that perhaps the price I’m paying for such a great job is a bit higher than I would’ve really liked to pay. I sometimes wonder if Sylvain’s grumpiness over my salary wasn’t him trying to talk me out of taking the job, in his strange way. Yet another friend with communication issues, I’d say. Yet another friend about whom I have no idea what to think, too. I have WAY too many of those. We got in a weird fight the other week, following the bit where he griped about my salary, where I didn’t fully understand what was going on in the conversation, and haven’t seen him since. Although we never saw much of each other, I still kind of miss him. Silly menfolk always manage to make things complicated, eh?
Anyway, most of this is pre-leaving stress for me. I always get stressed about leaving until I’m actually on the plane and going. Then, everything’s fine. And I do love to travel.
I have an appartment, too, yay! Isabelle and I went to look at an apartment by the Maladière last week, and both loved it. The girl wants someone for the 1st of February, which is perfect for me since I start work the 15th. Then I’ll be in training a few weeks. It’s EXACTLY what I wanted: not too far from the station, I can afford it all by myself even if Isabelle decides to leave, and QUIET. J I so happy!
4 December 2003
I’m gonna get in trouble. I have given out the address for this web site a few too many times!!!
It’s amazing the lies people will tell just to avoid work. I just had to sit there and PROVE what I was saying about a problem I’ve been having with a new system they just installed in order to get them to fix it. No, I really CAN’T do any work. Yes, you really DO have to get off your ass and do something about it. No, I CAN’T do your job for you. Goddammit. Can’t wait until the day when I will have the power to kick some ass.
Interviews with Nestlé seem to have gone well, but I suppose I’ll find out soon enough, they said that they will contact us by the end of the week at the latest.
1 December 2003
Oh my, what to write? Well, let’s just say this: I have gone through ups and downs of extreme violence. I am running like a madwoman attempting to complete my Master’s thesis, as well as going to job interviews (Nestlé, Philip Morris, and British American Tobacco so far). For awhile I was having some conflict with my housemates over housekeeping issues, but when my eyes turned red and my head started spinning in a counterclockwise direction, with my forked tongue whipping around, they gave in. J Sometimes being evil is good.
Since my last diary entry talks about my love life, I will merely say this: No comment! I’ve lately observed that talking about my love life generally finds a way to fuck things up. So I’m not going to do it anymore. Discretion has the advantage that at least if you get burned, you can lick your wounds in private and not have people asking you “So what’s up with so-and-so?”
Got enough people asking me questions like that as it is, without my needing to say anything to them!!! (Yes, Martin, I’m talking about you!!)
It’s fun, wrapping yourself in mystery.
On a general level, I had a long talk with my brother’s sponsor, Andy. It was interesting, because he has come to the conclusion that marriage is a really overrated thing, and that it’s not necessarily a healthy thing to expect two people to only sleep with each other for the rest of their lives. As with many things, I’m an agnostic on the subject. I think that marriage, like most things, is good for some, and bad for others. Now I have to determine if it’s likely to be good for me. Well, it’s not a burning issue, but definitely something to keep in mind for a rainy day, when I’m really really really really bored.
Sorry, I’ve deleted the older entries. They weren’t relevant anymore, so there!!!
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