sooo whoanessss.
i JUST remembered i had a blogspot, so i go visit it, and see that my first (and last) post was EXACTLY a year ago. how insane??? which means that our harlem escapades were 366 days ago. seems like just yesterday... i dont remember it being winter.....
anywhoooo... i need things to write, so i get views on this thing...
i think i'll just write about my travels; my family - things that interest me, and maybe i'll get some views? and comments?? just do me a favor, even if you don't read the entire thing, just let me know, somehow, that you came to my blog. :)
so, i need to establish a goal for myself, so that i'll keep coming back to here. :)
GOAL:
365 days
365 blogs
365 days of memories i'd like to look back upon when i'm an old wrinkley creature. :)
any visual aids that would be helpful for remembering these days in the future, will be added.
soo i guess i'll start out with today?
I shall start formally.
name: rebecca
birthday: september 7, 1993
therefore age: 16
sex: yes please. (just kidding, i won't take up anyone's offers, please don't even try...)
i'm off from school until tuesday. one more day to relax. then back for torture.
so friday, two days ago, i shattered my iphone's screen. apparently, one can drop their phone on a plate, from which it then rolls off onto a chair, and then kits the tiled kitchen floor, and the phone will have NO DAMAGE. and then, less than 20 minutes later, one can reach for a water bottle, accidentally lose their grip on it, and drop it on their iphone, pushing it off the table, onto that very same tiled floor, and shatter the entire screen.
damage: horrible.
5 hundred million cracks, believe me, i counted; lost track on 20, then had to estimate. ;)
still works, no worries, but theres a crack in it that reveals part of the inside, which is no good. so now i have to order a screen replacement, and a silicon cover/case, because my dad keeps saying 'i told you so' because he thinks the case is like an iphone condom. lmfao. :)
today's adventures= staying in, watching the buried life, feeling inspired, wanting to do the same thing. who's with me?

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