Becca over seas, scary aye?

 
Ok, so here it goes, my last post of the year, I hope you all enjoy it.

On Tuesday when I woke up, I took a shower and left with my dad. We did the whole Starbucks and muffins thing *yay for muffins* and then we went to the FSU center. I did e-mail and blogger until it was time for lunch and then my Dad and I went to Pizza Hutt, yes they do have those in England, and ate lunch. He and I had a really good conversation. He asked a million questions about YOU and about me being a Regi. It felt like it was important to him.

After we ate we went back to the FSU center, I checked my e-mail one last time and then went to meet my mom and the London Phsyic Society. She and I met at the tube stop on accident and proceeded to walk together. She had gone to a private session earlier that day just for fun and was telling me about it. It was all fine and dandy until she said she had mentioned that I was "gay". The phsycic told my mother that in fact, I'm not "gay" in the end. It made me want to scream. What right did that guy have to say anything about my sexuality!?! Even if I was straight. Now my mom has this glimmer of hope that I will indeed end up with a boy. As far as I can see, the chance of that happening is about 1 in a 1000. Grrrhhh.

Anyway, we went to the public demonstration and then went home. That was interesting, not convincing, but interesting, the demonstration I mean.

We got home, I ate and then we left to go to the Globe.

There was a play by Marlowe on the Globe, very contraversal.

AND THATS AS FAR AS I GOT

Sorry guys, I'm kind of sick of writing all of this detailed, I did this, this and this stuff. After a month of entries, I am done.

I had a blast writing to you guys and I learned a whole bunch. I appreciate your support through out everything.

Now, the whole idea of me writing in this this blogger is so I don't give everyone I know my actual blogger addy. I've decided to screw that plan. If you would like to read about my everyday life you might want to check out this really great site called Inside Of Me. Its not really like ths one at all. I'm not documenting my days but writing my feelings, my frusterations, my joys. And yes, I have no idea how to spell frusteration. *Yay for bad spelling*.

Much love until next year's euro month.

Feel Free. Good Bless.


posted by Becca at 2:50 PM