Rachel, it's me again. Becca. Becca Lang.

I decided to write some more.

I got a free bag and sweater at work, along with two copies of the New Testament and a book called The Skeptic's Guide to the AIDS Epidemic. I mean, it is pretty suspicious... But anyway, the sweater was a small, and it was navy, and thick, and all of the things I appreciate in a good sweater. So I took it... and I put it on, and it was big and wide and I realized it's a men's sweater. After a brief moment of sadness, I decided to buck up and wear it anyway because I have it and it's warm. So I'm just going to wear it with a skirt to girl it up a bit. Whatevs. I'm a girl... I would hope I don't need my sweater to say that for me...

I am currently pretending I'm Taylor Swift. I often do that with really good music. You are performing at Kofenya, and you suddenly call me up on stage because you heard me singing my songs once and wanted everyone to hear them, but you know I wouldn't go up if you asked me to beforehand, so you sneak attack me. I hesitatingly go up and start to play, then I get lost in my awesome music, and everyone drops their jaws because I am so impressive. Yeah. This is what I usually imagine. I told this to Rob once. He had a similar process. I really enjoyed that conversation.

I might start a twitter.

Danny and I are going to invent a cure to tiredness. That is not sleeping. This will come after our invention of time travel and teleportation.

I realized today that the character I'm totally obsessed with in the books I'm currently obsessed with reminds me of Jesus. That's why I love him soooooooooooooo much it's unnatural. That, in a way, makes me really happy :)

I forgot the thing that I wanted to say that was the reason for my posting again... maybe I'll remember it later.