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About Me

I'm Becca and I'm hawt and awesome. I enjoy reading and writing depressing poetry and books. I'm sarcastic as hell. Life is ass and Silvana is a peach. Amen. I enjoy long walks on the beach and long hot bubble baths and other typical things that beauty queens enjoy. I like soap operas and movies- I've seen a hell of a lot of movies. I love the occasional bomb scare (which is not so occasional since I go to West Orange High School). I also enjoy your mom. I also enjoy the fact that if you actually thought Becca wrote this you're moronic. i.e. Silvana is a peach. Oh and by the way, I'm going to PRATT in the fall. WOOHOO.

My Interests

I love writing, reading, and listening to random music. I attempt to play the guitar and like seeing good movies.

I'd like to meet:

Elizabeth Wurtzel writer of prozac nation. Fucking amazing. Anne Sexton (other emo writers) Kurt Cobain. Your mom.

Music:

adema, Nirvana, pink floyd, incubus, trapt, smile empty soul, Perfuma, red hot chilli peppers, Rammstein,system of a down, fuel, lifehouse, chevelle, alanis morisette, dave matthews, alien ant farm, The shins, The beatles, The gin blossoms, Hole, Courtney love, jack off jill, veruca salt, evanescence, staind, Garbage, rasputina, queen adreena, James Taylor,Jefferson Airplane,Tori Amos, Simon and Garfunkle, sixpence none the richer,

Movies:

Elephant (haha stew) Life as a house, White Oleander, Bridget Jones Diary, Butterfly effect, Garden State, Romy and michelles highschool reunion, Fight club, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, Simon Birch, love story,

Television:

snl, nip/tuck, desperate housewives, House, lost, Curb your enthusiasm

Books:

go Ask alice, white oleander, prozac nation, blue mirror, wasteland, echo, shut the door, pure sunshine, fatality, 1984, Ophelia Speaks...etc.

Heroes:

Kurt Cobain, Sylvia Plath, OPRAH!Oh...and what's that? Your mom. "Silvana, get off my fucking myspace." ::blush::

My Blog

radical sanity

I'm sitting here in this down-pour, softly crying my eyes out. Mostly due to fear; fear of future. I hold on so tightly to the past that any glimpse into anything else could prove fatal. Highschool h...
Posted by Becca on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST