Sometimes all you need is a bit of chalk.

My name is Rebecca. Bear with me, this is new, and probably everyone who finds out about this will laugh at me. Feel free to laugh yourself. I won't feel too bad.

In fear of sounding like an e-Harmony profile, I'll just get to it.

I've been lusting over these Palladium boots. I saw this guy at my school wearing them, and I was just short of tackling him, ripping them off his feet and taking them home.

Aren't they beautiful? Ahhhh.

Speaking of fashion, yesterday my friend, my Mom, and I went to the mall in Indianapolis, a rare treat for a Bloomingtonian like myself. I found that I was attracted to black-downey things, all of which resembled trash bags, kindly informed to me by Ellie, my friend. Here they are:

The first one is a Burberry puffer that I wanted to crawl into and never leave. The second one is a Chanel bag, I didn't actually see it, but there was a similar one at The Gap that reminded me of how much I love it.

But you see my dilemma? Both resemble trash bags, albeit being very pillowy and soft trash bags.

Now for the music portion:
As a girl who usually listens to thinks like Jenny&Johnny, Matt Costa, Miniature Tigers, The Shins ect. I have gone into an unexpected reggae obsession. It might actually be wearing on my family's nerves. Really, how much blasing reggae can a sane person take when they aren't listening to it directly? Very few, that is.

My reggae playlist contains Bob Marley (who doesn't like Bob?!), Collie Buddz, NAS&Damian Marley, and one Beach House song that I just wanted to listen to. (It's mostly just Collie Buddz because I got lazy while using Frostwire.)
A surprising bit of information:

Collie Buddz is white. Also, this is probably the only picture you'll find of him without sunglasses on. This is because he's most likely perpetually stoned (ex. His songs Come Around and Mary Jane will show you that he is very fond of Marijuan).

And last but not least, Rock Climbing!
My sister got me into it about two months ago, and it was addiction at first try. I climb at my local gym, Hoosier Heights, and it's SO much fun. If I didn't have to go to school, I would most definitely go climbing at least two hours every day. In fact, I'm on a climbing team, rightly named the B-Team (Bloomington Team). We meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays for two hours. Some of the kids are insane good. It makes everyone else feel like crap on someone else's shoe. Here's what it looks like:

Awesome right? I know. Oh, and I have no clue who that person is, Google Images isn't THAT specific.

Phrase of the day: Try making this anaolgy when describing a task that is difficult, "It's harder than trying to stop peeing in the middle of a piss." (Yes Gabi, I am aware that you find me disgusting.)

Chao
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