Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Florida, immigrants, Lake County, sun, teachers, Troy, weather
10.) It’s 89 degrees right now. In November. VERY not normal.
9.) The weather is wacked up. We have two seasons: summer and winter. Summer here is for nine months of the year, sometimes ten, and winters come overnight and leave overnight. One day, it will be 98 degrees, and the next, 57 degrees. That, and the fact that the sun sets at around 9:30 at night in the summer, and 5:30 in the winter.
8.) (I’m going to get flamed for saying this, but) THERE ARE TOO MANY ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS HERE. I don’t have a problem with the legal ones, but I’m talking about the ones that are fresh off the orange truck. I know, I know, conditions in Mexico are hard, and they just want to make a life for themselves, but frankly, the majority of them aren’t doing such a hot job. I know for a fact that my neighbors are illegal (there are about 20 people living in that house as of now), and they really bug me. It would be different if they were looking for a job, or trying to communicate with people, but no. They sit in their garages, smoke cigarettes, have house parties at 3 in the morning, talk about people in Spanish, and they’re just annoying in general. End rant.
7.) I live in Lake County, but we can’t swim/fish/boat/etc. in any of the lakes (except for this one behind my house that the county doesn’t know about. Yet).
6.) People are nosy as hell. On Tuesday, I had to go to a payphone to call Troy, and people stared at me like I was a criminal the whole time. It isn’t the first time, either. Like I said, I usually ride my bike and/or walk wherever I need to go, and people look at me like I’m a delinquent for wanting to save gas and make the world a better place for future generations. I seriously feel like watching this town burn, sometimes.
5.) In Florida, they have this law that lets ANYONE who went to college and got a degree in SOMETHING to be a teacher. They’re called “out-of-field teachers”, and they’re pretty much all dumbasses who couldn’t get a job elsewhere. This wouldn’t really affect me, because most of them don’t know how to use gradebook (meaning everyone passes with an A. Haha.), but my mom went to teaching school for 4 years AND got a degree in Science, and, in her first year of searching for a job, she got passed over countless times for “out-of-field teachers”. One of the schools that refused to hire her was the elementary school that both my sister and I went to for 6 years of our lives. Now, she has to drive 35-40 minutes out of town just to get paid LESS than “out-of-field teachers”. It’s fucking bullshit.
4.) While we’re on the subject of schools, the county recently tore down Minneola Elementary, rebuilt it, then built ANOTHER school (Sawgrass Bay Elementary) right next door to it (USING OUR TAX DOLLARS). I kid you not. If I was enrolled in Minneola Elementary School, and I had a friend enrolled in Sawgrass Bay Elementary, and I wanted to talk to them, all I’d have to do is yell their name, and they would hear me. That’s how close they are.
3.) There is a Starbucks, Chick-Fil-A, and a McDonalds right next to each other. Just in case, I guess.
2.) Charlie Crist lives here.
1.) Troy doesn’t live here.
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: 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.
