No Class

Some people have no class. 

Yesterday I attended the Papa Johns Bowl. Rutgers (a school I have applied to and am waiting to hear from) played against North Carolina State. 

Now I can't be sure that Rutgers fans are any better (our tickets were free, so I can't complain about being seated amoungst the opposing team), nevertheless, NC State fans were disgusting. 

They hooted and howled during our national anthem, they cussed worse than sailors, and they drunk as if at some Frat party. For being from North Carolina, all I saw was trash.

It's a football game you guys! This is all for fun. There's really no competition. These last games are created to have a last play before the whole season is over. It's not for a spot in the SEC or anyhting like that. It's literally, just a game.

I'm tired of living in public america. I'm going back to my Military Bases. There's much more class and understanding there. 

Now you did it!

Well there you go. I did it. You happy now?

I sure hope so, because now that you have me, you won't be getting rid of me.  

So get comfy, get those snacks, maybe you should change into your jamies, because this may take a while. 

Here I am. I've joined the world of blogging. Better than the old Xanga, Facebook, Myspace? I'm not yet convinced. 

However, now that i've become a part of this crazyness, I will be sure that you get more than your daily dose of Rebekah. 

I'm not yet sure what I plan to place upon this blogging site. I suppose I can place stories, perhaps even random thoughts that pass me by. Maybe i'll force feed my opinions to those who so choose to tread upon my site, Drawing them in like a Venus Fly Trap would their dinner. 

Perhaps then leading to an addiction, a need to read this blog, to get that daily dose. 

Who knows? This is just a beginning, a new door opening, following a new life, a new adventure.