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Birthday: 11/28/1900
Gender: Female
Interests: Playing piano and getting to the weekends.
Expertise: Just about eveything that requires hands and feet.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  skjfdskfj
Member Since:
11/11/2003
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| FUCK.
I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. There is so much change in my
pockets. I just want to settle down and make a few bucks. If you get
what I'm saying, shake a little. It really wows the audience when you
shake. This is something life experience has taught me. Another thing
it's taught me, is that change is a good thing in moderation. You don't
always want to pay with 20's, because then you get even more change. So
some times, you just have to do it. You pay exact, and it feels great.
You're excited because you didn't use a twenty, and because you got rid
of all those pennies. I'm paying with twenties so often, I'm eating
change for breakfast.
I'm like a change-MACHINE.
I just want some stability. I just want to sit down and be able to say, "this is where I'm supposed to be."
I don't know where I'm supposed to be.
Don't try to change yourself, you lovely just the way you are.
Now that's what I'd like to hear.
Cheers to all you stable-hands,
Beck
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| i love becca becca.
the end.
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| Hello everyone.
You know, if I didn't have an obligation to the lovely miss Rebecca
Simpson who told me to update, as well as the lot of you, I would just
not post.
You all are damn lucky I love you.
Oh the horror, that I will not live in Cary in a month or so. I got
accepted. I'm quite sorry to those who thought they could steal my
letter (ahem, Tabor and Becca), but I am excited beyond all reason.
Once I get my bus though, I'll be down to visit whenever time permits
me.
Tonight I know the power of you. And nobody else?
And I also expect lots of visits from special people. I'm not that far away, and am I not worth a forty minute drive? COME ON!
Updates in my life at the moment:
Currently making a movie with the ever-wonderful Brittany and Nyssa.
Helping to set up for the photoshoot at Warren Scott on Saturday
Being photo-shot on sunday (the pictures will be up in the studio, hopefully in the ad, and on my website for sure)
Doing art like crazy for the show in October
Setting up my website (dalillama.net) hopefully before the end of the month
Going to the beach and to the lake for fun water-sporting
Trying, with all my might, to transpose the live version of Emaline
into piano sheet music. It's driving me crazy. Why can't the CD version
be just as awesome as the live version?
And there you have it, that's the rest of my summer. Other than that,
I'm free as a bird. A free bird. So hit me up for some fun.
Happy days to everyone!
Love love,
Becca
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| Here it comes, ladies and gents. I've been possesed by the xanga bug
once again. I've been reading a lovely little book I was given just
about a year ago. Which, at first, I was very offended to have
recieved. Here is something from it that means something to me, and I
hope to all of you too. I've just been in a write-y mood today. I wrote
in my journal, wrote a BIG LONG E-MAIL (to an awesome friend and
person, Becky), and now look! I'm writing here as well. After this, I
think I'll write a story, and then a letter, and I'll write ALL OVER
THE HOUSE (maybe then we won't be able to sell it and move, which I am
scared to death about, but we will discuss this a little later, don't
you worry. Just ask me about it, and I 'll write you an essay on the
"Fear of Moving : Written and Illustrated by: Rebecca Anne Lorenz."
Fear of moving goes back to that "fear of change," which, I'm really
not that scared of. I love change. I do it every morning when I put new
clothes on. (har har) But seriously, change is one of my favourite
things in the world! It's what keeps things and people interesting. Who
likes a non-changer? Other non-changers, of course. I lost my place,
but I think I was going to talk about that lovely book I've been
reading. Here's an excerpt)
LIFE LESSON # 40
You need balance, baby. True success is not about making lots of moola
so you can get yourself expensive toys for your ego - nor is it about
getting yourself a cute, sexy person for your ego. True success if
about satisfying your spirit with spirit things. For instance, your ego
looks at a cute, sexy person and says, "Yum, yum. I want that person."
But your spirit is smarter. It looks at a loving, joyous couple and
thinks, "Mmmmm, I want that joy, that happiness, that love." Your
spirit wisely knows: it's not a mate's superficial qualities that
ultimately make you happy, but the dynamic this mate and you have
together - and the blissful feelings this mate can give you in your
true (and eagle) heart. Which reminds you of a lesson you learned
reading "Le Petit Prince:" "It is only with the heart that one can see
rightly; what is most important is invisible to the eye." And with this
in mind - and heart - you decide to let this wise spirit of yours do
all your LIFE SHOPPING. And with this in mind - and heart - you also
decide: next time a paramour's not gonzo, then you're gone-zo. Because
you know: a paramour without love is merely an empty container. And who
wants an empty container? The container is not the sustainer. You must
not confuse the bottle for the juice. The bottle might satisfy your
ego, but only the juice can feed your heart. Which brings you to....
LIFE LESSON # 41
Prozak Shmozak. Love is the drug.
Love is what you're always looking for in all the things you're looking for.
Even your yearning for sex is really a dyslexic search for love.
YOU KNOW IT.
And ad agencies know it.
Love is the #1 marketing strategy, used as a promise in ad campaigns for products from cars to toothpaste to floorwax.
And all this Lovemania reminds you of a Zen saying: "Basically the archer aims at himself."
If you are not a happy person inside you, then nothing outside you will ever make you happy and able to feel love.
It thereby makes sense that if you can increase how happy and loving
you feel about yourself on the inside, that more happiness and love you
will see and attract from the world around you to you.
Soon the simplest things around you can bring you happiness and loving
feelings - like the way a beam of light shines on a flasy sportscar -
instead of the sportscar itself.
Or the sight of a perfect flower. Or an imperfect flower. Which brings you to...
LIFE LESSON # 42
Just like there's sexual attraction, there's love attraction. When you
feel the love energy inside you, other people feel it coming off of you
- and find themselves wildly - and oddly - attracted to you.
You've witnessed this yourself - how whenever you're in love you
seem to attract more love to you - as well as other positive stuff.
Yes, love is a boomerang, baby. What you have and give away is what you
get back. Love energy attracts love energy. It's all about "harmonic
resonance" working its energies on those around you. And so with a
fierce hear you work at attaining and maintaining this unconditional
self-love for yourself and life within your fierce heart - and when you
do, you see how life just loves the bupkiss out of you right back - and
big time!
Bupkiss? I don't know, but I'm going to try and incorporate this into everything that I say. EVER.
So there it is, friends and people who read me (but you 'aint know me,
meign.). Those are your life lessons for today, courtesy of your
friendly neigborhood Rebecca (Lorenz).
Give a ring-a-ling. You can listen to Sarah sing Rocky Racoon. It's very funny.
Ice cream cones and peace,
Bec
Never go shopping for a kiwi in a shoe store
HAPPY MAY DAY! Bring out the May poles and have a may dance! Make daisy
crowns, have a bonfire, and sing good songs. Have a MAY PARADE!
We could be a WHOLE PARADE.
It's a little known fact that hippies love parades.
When will this ever end? I just keep going and going. I've got lots and lots of work to do.
Goodnight, xanga dreamers.
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| Well, would you look at that! Due to much pushing and shoving (hands off!), I've returned.
New news? Not really. I'm only back by popular demand (who knew!?).
First week back at school has been suprisingly fast, and suprisingly shitty.
Well, I take it back. School isn't so bad as it is monotonous and
utterly boring (moo). Hallways are particularly hard to walk through.
How terribly difficult is it to walk down a hall? Hall walking is like
traffic. It just shouldn't happen. Logically, there is no reason for
traffic. Everyone moves at the speed limit, stops at lights, and then
accelerates. Even if there were hundreds of cars on a road, it should
be able to run smoothly.
Logically.
But then again, how many things work with logic these days?
Not human behavior, not religion, and certainly not walking (or driving, for that matter).
I've been subject to so much non-logical action, I'm begining to feel that the absence of logic is, in fact, logic.
I went to an 'art exhibit' at our lovely school today to marvel at the
things people create from their minds to their hands, and the
ultimately, through art.
More than just an interesting thing to look at is made.
People make statements.
People make changes.
Sarah, my lame body guard, stayed with me to, as she says, "totally
look at all the stuff you made. I wouldn't have missed it for the
world, man. It was like, the best stuff there. Like, the colors and
stuff. They were just so pretty. How did you make it look like you? I
mean, woah."
I enjoy Sarah. She is neat.
There are lots of neat people out there. Some of you are so incredibly cool, it's just madness.
How does it happen?!
Bubbles!
Well, pustelix zauberbar has stolen my attention indefinitely. I am forever in amazement of the things that come from his head.
Adieu, my friends. Have wonderful days, as I'm sure you will.
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