Yesterday kinda sucked. Alright, it sucked a lot. But the reason was because I wasn’t able to talk to Bekki at a time that I would have been able to if I were home.
I went out with my family yesterday and, although it was a fun time, I missed Bekki more than I can describe. What bothers me, though, is that before we left I debated whether or not to go, but I figured Bekki wouldn’t have had a chance to call during the day. Damn.
I talked to her for a couple of seconds at about 2 yesterday afternoon, and it was only a couple of seconds because my family was acting crazy (as usual) and my cousin’s husband was taunting me, coercing me to possibly sound grim because I was flipping him off the entire time.
Damn, that’s all I can say. Just damn. I miss her so damn much. I would give anything in the world just to be able to talk to her for at least a lengthy amount of time!
I’m going to be repeatedly kicking myself the next couple of days for not being able to talk to her yesterday. What a missed opportunity.
On the weekends when I have nothing to do, I find myself relaxing in a daze, thinking about Bekki. Not being able to take my mind off of her (although I’m not trying to stop thinking about her). I miss her; I miss hearing her voice, hearing words emanate from her. I would give anything just to talk to her for a couple of minutes, even a couple of seconds, just to hear her emit the words “I love you.” There’s nothing more that will light your heart up than hearing those three words. I love her so damn much. I can’t wait to talk to her tomorrow.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Life, Love, miss, most amazing guy in the world, quitters, winners
Quitting is just too easy.
There are two types of people in this world: quitters, and the ones who stick it out.
Those who give up on everything in life never get anything out of it. They may be saving themselves from pain, but in the end, they don’t get anything.
Those who stick it out are the ones who reap the rewards. They get all the glory, they’re the ones who succeed in life. Granted, it took a LOT of hard work, and they suffered a LOT of heartbreak to get where they are, but they earned it.
I mean, look at me and Troy. I got grounded because my parents found out I’d been talking to someone I met online, and we aren’t going to be able to talk regularly for about a month or two. It would be easy for us to say, “Hey, I’m getting bored of waiting, I think I’ll just move on.” But no, we love each other too much. Right now, I’m doing everything in my power just to hear his voice. If I gave up RIGHT NOW, I may be able to save myself from the ups and downs that every relationship has, but I would miss out on having the most AMAZING GUY IN THE WORLD be a (huge!) part of my life.
So, bottom line, don’t give up. On anything. Ever.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Bekki, Blogging, books, Comedy, Comic, Humor, Life, Love, Musings, People, People Kill Me, reading, Satire, The World, What's wrong with people, Writing
Not in the literal sense, but you know what I mean.
Posers, ostentatious attention-grabbers, judgmental idiots, insecure people who bash others because it makes them feel good about themselves.
It’s a load of hoopla.
Sometimes I feel as if Bekki and I are the only two people out there who stick true to their morals and think on their own, straying from the mainstream likes and liking what we like. It’s not being ‘unique,’ it’s being ‘us.’
(NOTE: Allow me to feel free to take this moment and disclose the obvious fact that I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be bestowed by Bekki’s divine and celestial presence.)
However, I know there’s a lot more people out there who stick to what they like and ignore what everybody else seems to be all over. It’s just that the majority of people in America these days would rather delve into what’s in mainstream because a lot of conversations drift into pop culture, and if you aren’t ‘in,’ then you’re ‘out.’
But who am I to say ‘people in America these days’? The seventeen years I’ve experienced thus far on earth are hardly enough to muster any kind of experience, but still yet I’m offering you up a plateful of observations.
My generalization of People in general may irk you, but you will have to get over that. It’s not a grouping whatsoever. It’s just that the people who don’t stand up for what they really believe in drive me crazy, but the few out there that do are exemplary and deserve much needed respect for it.
Reading isn’t as popular as it should be among teens in America, especially teenage guys. However, as I’ve mentioned various times, I’m 17-years-old, and I read myriadly. I don’t fit the mold of the cliched reader, either. I don’t wear glasses or contacts. I’m an avid watcher/observer of sports. I’m six-foot-three (6′3). I’m into playing sports. I lift weights two to three times a week. I write all the time. I never play video games. I think mainstream rap sucks. I think metal sucks. I think emo music sucks. I think country music sucks. I like to act like a smart ass, but at the end of the day I’m always joking and have a steer-clear outlook on life.
Thanks to Hollywood affecting people’s minds a little too much, if I randomly met you in a chatroom and told you I was 17-years-old and read, you would probably think that I was some kind of ‘nerd.’ And not to go off on an unnecessary tangent, but the word ‘nerd’ is thrown around too much in today’s world. Not to quote Clarence Carter too much, but let me ask you something: what’s more nerdier? Reading a book or playing video games? Scrolling your eyes across pages full of words or being transfixed by thousands of pixels on a television screen as you mash buttons on a controller while you sit in your mom’s basement eating Doritos?
I don’t know, but even then I threw out a huge cliche about gamers living in their mother’s basement. I know that’s not the case, and a lot of gamers are in their 30s or mature. But if you would have noticed, or read closely, you would know that I’m mocking every single person out there who goes against a cliche by making one of their own, a paradox in which is not a paradox because it bears no truth.
Everybody’s problems these days, it’s crazy. Not sure if it’s caused by the chemicals in today’s food or if it’s because of what people see in pop culture whether it’s from television shows or movies. No matter how you split it, the problems augment. New disorders pop up. Pretty soon everybody in the United States of freakin’ America is going to have a disorder.
Except two people.
Bekki and I.
Of course, we may be crazy enough as it is (asides from the fact that we call each other crazy and insane all the time).
Lazy people kill her. People in general kill me.
Maybe there should be a new disorder launched pretty soon known as the D4PD — Disdain For People Disorder.
Just maybe.
Filed under: Love | Tags: boyfriend, cute, definitely not, Funny, Love, Troy
Let me start out by saying that Troy Layne Sparks is delusional. He thinks that HE’S lucky to have me, when, in reality, I’M the lucky one to have him.
We met on Yahoo Answers. I don’t care if you think that’s “stupid” (or, in Troy’s words, “stepid” ;]), because it’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I signed up one week when I was sick with some killer flu (or some shit like that–I don’t even remember. It was in January. 
) and I mostly “hung out” in the Books and Authors section. Everyone there was obsessed with this book called “Twilight” by Stephanie Meyer (except for me and a few other people). One day, I clicked on a question that said “Z0MyGAWdD WuT Sh0UlD I R3Add 4Ft3R I F!n!sH Tw!L!gH+ LAwlZ?!” (Okay, it wasn’t typed like that, but, whatever. Deal with it.). Some people listed a bunch of other books that were similar to that god-awful book twilight (I refuse to capitalize the name of it), but one answer, from a person named “Gonzo Celtic”, said “Read ‘I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell’.” I laughed about it and added him to my contacts. He added me back, and we didn’t really talk much until I started posting questions and he posted really long answers. One day, he added me to MySpace. Again, I didn’t really think much of it, and we didn’t talk much, until I decided to send him a comment that said “Team Edward or Team Jacob?” (The main “rivals” in Twilight. Please don’t ask.). He replied saying, “Team Edward or Team Jacob. Hm. I’d say I’m on board with Team Twilight Sucks, if I do say so. ” (I actually went into my comments and pulled that up, too. ). A few days later, he sent me this message called “That Twilight Junk”, telling me why he hated Twilight and why it was a stupid book. We got to talking, and we fell in love.
Some people say I’m crazy for having a long-distance relationship. I definitely do NOT agree. I trust Troy, and I love him with all my heart. I’ll never leave him, and I’m confident that he’ll never leave me. I can’t wait to physically be with him (right now we’re looking at 2011, but if it takes longer, that’s fine too. I’ll wait for him, I don’t care how long it takes. He’s more than worth it). It frustrates me that no one (except my best friend Lianna) takes us seriously, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I love him, he loves me, and that’s all that matters.
I love staying on the phone with him into all hours of the night. We talk about everything under the sun, from politics to Steve Carrell. Any other guy wouldn’t have stayed on the phone with me from 10:30 PM until 7:30 AM (and the only reason I got off then was because my parents were up!). I think it’s amazing that he never gets mad at me when I fall asleep on the phone (I’ve done that a few times, actually ). He calls me back, laughs it off, and calls me “sleepyhead”. He’s just so great, there’s no one else like him.
Another thing I love is the fact that he actually reads. I don’t know ANY guys who read just for the hell of it. I know several girls who read occasionally, but NO guys, so I was really impressed when he told me that he reads often. In fact, one of our first conversations was about the book “The Catcher in the Rye” by J.D. Salinger. He’ll never cease to amaze me.
He wrote in his entry about me that he loves the way I say “Definitely not”, “Oh My God”, “Really?” and “whatever”. Well, I love the way he says “beCAUSE”, “seen” (he says seen instead of saw, it’s so goddamn cute), “alright”, “host”, and “sure” (I say it like SHORE, he says it SHER. ). I love the way he impersonates everyone he knows, including me. 
I laugh so hard when I’m on the phone with him that my neighbors think I’m insane (although, according to him, I am insane, so “it’s all good in the hood”).
I love it when he tells me that he wants to marry me, have kids with me and grow old with me. It just melts my heart (in a good way!). Just like when he tells me that someday, my name will be “Mrs. Rebekka Ann Sparks”. I smile like a retard everytime he says that to me. Actually, no, I smile like a retard whenever I hear his voice. He will literally spend ten minutes telling me how much he loves me, and all the reasons why. I’ll literally kill myself if I ever lose him.
The thing that seperates Troy and I from all other couples is the fact that we trust and love each other. You see girls all the time getting mad because they think their boyfriend is cheating on them. Well, I don’t have to worry about that, because I KNOW that Troy will NEVER cheat on me, and I will NEVER cheat on him. Our love isn’t the spontaneous teenage love that happens everyday in America, no, it’s pure, strong, unchanging love. I know that sometimes, he gets nervous, because he thinks I’ll change, but I REALLY wish he wouldn’t worry about me, because I’m NOT going to change, and I know he won’t, either.
I think it’s funny how girls my age say that they “love” their boyfriends when they’ve only been with them a couple of days. I’ve been with Troy for two months on the 11th, and I can honestly say I love him with all my heart and soul. There is no one else I’d rather be with than him. I’ll wait for him.
Filed under: Love | Tags: Blogging, girl of my dreams, Girlfriend, Love, Love of my life, most amazing girl in the world, Writing
There’s no way you’re NOT wondering about the writers of this site, so I’m going to elucidate some information for you, and that spectrum of information will be comprised of the reason why I love my loving girlfriend and co-writer, Bekki.
Yahoo! Answers is a site that features millions of members, all from over the world. Yet Bekki and I somehow managed to meet in the ‘Books and Authors’ section, as the bashing of the book, “Twilight” by Stephanie Meyer, is a top hobby of mine (it’s pretty overrated — even though I’ve never read the book), and apparently it was/is a top hobby of Bekki’s, too. She added me to her contact list, allegedly for recommending a Twilight inquirer to read the book, “I Hope They Serve Beer in hell” by Tucker Max. Every time I’d see her answer a question, I’d give her a ‘thumbs up’ (from the Yahoo! Answers thumbs up/thumbs down system). I saw her MySpace on her ‘About’ section and added her. We didn’t talk much at first, as I took a long hiatus on MySpace from July 8 until July 23, but when I came back, she had sent me a comment on July 16 playfully asking, “Team Edward or Team Jacob?” I replied by saying “Team Twilight Sucks!” Then, a couple of hours later, I sent her the most sacred message in the history of messaging.
That Twilight Junk
It started as a message to bash Twilight, and it ended up as a message chain that changed both of our lives, as we mused on every single topic in life there was to talk about. We fell in love with each other. Hopelessly. It was inevitable.
I’m the luckiest guy in the world, and I’ll be happy to explain why.
To me, there’s not a single girl out there that can even come close to Bekki. This is because she has a horde of traits that make her great and unlike every other girl out there: she’s erudite and reads all the time (sexy), loves me, cares about me, is understanding, is comical and satirical, sarcastic, has the most beautiful, sexy and sultry voice in the world, has a laugh that I could listen to forever, doesn’t play trite relationship ‘games’ that every other girl delves into playing of “who can beat who” at the ‘game,’ hates shopping, isn’t out to eviscerate somebody to get money out of them like nearly every single other girl in America these days, is a great writer (to me, even though she tries to contest that), mocks posers and idiots, goes off on rants that I love listening to, has the most heart throbbing ways to how she says “Definitely not,” “Cute,” “Oh My God,” “Whatever,” and “Really?” (However, everything she says is heart throbbing to me.)
I love everything about her. She’s perfect. Try to contest that, because trying is the only thing you will be doing in this matter. She means everything to me — the world to me.
I want to spend my whole life with her, to marry her and have kids with her, and to grow old with her, being 80- plus years-old, having a hearing aid in my ear, responding to everything she says with “What? What-did-yee say?” every five seconds. It’s going to be comical, possibly worthy of a sitcom creation.
I can’t wait to wake up every morning with my arms wrapped around her, whispering “I love you,” to her ear. Being able to see her smile every day will make my day. I don’t care about anything else. I would happily die of lack-of-food and fatigue if I were just able to stare at that beautiful smile of hers every day of my life. She completes me.
I could listen to her laugh forever and never get tired. I love imparting comical words to her sweet, celestial, divine, God-given ears so that I can hear her laugh. I can’t wait to hold her in my arms, stare into her eyes, stroke the side of her cheek, softly sing to her, and then passionately kiss her. She makes my day every day. Just hearing her voice and her laugh. To know that she’s happy enthralls me. She’s the greatest girlfriend a guy could ever ask for.
Of course we’ll eventually argue, but that’s inevitable. I learned a true lesson one time: do you notice how that, when a lot of people get married, they get a divorce during a five year frame when they get married to the time they divorce. Why? Because they have arguments and sulk, saying ignorant things like “it wasn’t always like this,” when they could calmly work things out and get back on the right track. But many people like to hold grudges. Who’s more happy? Younger couples or older couples? The older couples, because they have been through thick and thin together. You hear people who go through a divorce or break-up talk about their ex all the time, and that’s because they know it could have worked out in the end if they would have taken the time to reconcile. Bekki and I have talked about this many times already. I’m more than lucky to have someone that cares so much. I love her.
Every morning, every time I read one of her messages, a sudden flash of exuberance hits me like a lightning bolt. Like a train going full blast hitting a Volkswagen on train tracks. Like a hit from NFL legend Lawrence Taylor.
Seeing her picture every morning online instills me with unquantifiable joy, it’s immeasurable to the point where I am transfixed, in such awe where I can’t get her out of my mind. She’s in my mind the whole day. I don’t try to stop thinking about her. I continue thinking about her. I can’t help it. She amazes me to no end.
Bekki is like a breath of fresh air. So sweet and cool. Winds of air blows away clouds like Bekki blows my mind.
I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 17 Hours, Bekki, Blogging, Love, Thoughts, Troy, Writing
You’re still wondering what the hell this blog is about, even after you read the explanatory About Me section, right?
Have no fear.
Both Bekki and I have ultra-strong affinities for writing. We love each other. Due to those intertwining facts that are out there at face value for you — the reader(s) — to grasp, we would like you to figure out the puzzle. We are both witty and would like to express that wit. We want to write together which, in turn, would be convening to bond together, and what better way — at this point — would that be when both of us are into writing as much as we are.
The topics will range to being anything. The dilating fact here is that what we read will be worth reading. At the moment, since this is the first blog post on 17 Hours, there is not much claim to back this up. Because we are doing this for our own reasons (to have fun and to further do something together), this site wasn’t comprised only for the reason of having people read the blog. The better reason is because of, like I said in the parenthesis, to have fun and to further do something together.
We hope you enjoy the site immensely, and if you have any questions, please leave them on the About page so that we can get back to you.
