Ever So True

January first marked my second year blogging. Man, has a lot gone on! Two years ago at this time I didn't think my senior year would be looking like it is right now. And I defiantly wasn't thinking about what would be 'going on' yo.

It's weird looking back and being all 'omg, look at my life' so i'll stop now because I don't like reading things like this any more then I you like to read about them.

I've been thinking a lot about swim suits recently. Basically because I'm going to be on a cruise in about a week and a half! I'm super excited and I can't wait to be wearing shorts! Maybe I should start packing...

Anyway, I have like a billion swim suits because I always seem to buy a lot. It's like if a bathing suit fits I buy it. And it musen't look hideous, ya know, just my check off list. So, under my bed in my 'summer' box (or boxes...) I have a variety of swim suits. Some I haven't even worn. Perhaps I'll be needing some advice?

Now, I'm not about to post pictures of myself in a bathing suit here. I mean, I'm happy with my body and all, but that's ranging on the pictures I don't want on the internet because of creeps area so that's just not gonna happen. If anything I'll just post a picture of the swim suit with no warm body underneath it.

Shout out to my 'driving home' buddies! Yep, I'm awkward around Molly! Go Liz!

Milk Carton

So, I've been missing.

Yea, no need to send out the search parties. Not that anyone did.

I work every weekday from 8am to 5pm each day. And I just recently started leaving at 5 instead of the grey area of some time after five. I enjoy the job, it's kinda' like I jumped into an episode of Desperate Housewives. Defiantly a great experience. I have so many stories, but I want to stay professional and keep most of them on the DL (down low) just because it's another family and this is on the internet.

So, I won't be whining about my job. Not that I really would be in the first place. Dude, I have some spending money. I'm all good.

School starts soon. I'm not looking forward to that. I'm excited for Cutaway, but G is gonna' be in the class too, she better not be glued to my side...btw, hi AJ.

I have to buy school supplies, and finish the books for English.

I'm going to be blogging more now, trying to get back to that 'professional' state Meghan once categorized me as. (and thank you!) I'll have some more my life like Harry Potter posts, most have to do with being in France.

Parking Lot

The little girl is no more then ten years old. Wearing a tank top from Aeropostal (which is too big for her) and stretchy gauchos. Her platinum blond hair is not fake like many, but instead shimmers in the setting sun.

"Gretchen and I used to do that," I say to Dad while pointing out the little girl. She races across the parking lot aisle and slams the car into the cart corral. "And now look at us. Two lumps on a wart hog."

I'm going off technology for the next week. No laptop, no internet what so ever, and no TV. I'm not going completely hard on myself, I'll have my cell phone and ipod, but only for music. I'm trying to reconnect with the old ten-year-old Liz.

Laugh all you want, I'm doing this and I'm not going to crack. So, good bye my TV shows, till next time (a.k.a next week) I hope you have a lovely week while I bask in the glow of nature and lack of technology.

Summer Thinking

I know it's a bad idea. Thinking during the summer, but the worry was in motion on the bus ride home. I guess I should have ridden with you Meghan.

Junior year, the year that makes everything possible or impossible. What happens during those nine months determines what your life will be like. Another words, will you be living in your parents basement or will your parents be living in yours.

This summer is the time to make an impact. Volunteering, lots of that, and also the experience of a job would be nice. I'm not talking baby sitting or mowing the lawn I'm talking about Sams Club.

Yep, I'm shooting for the stars folks.

^doesn't that sound like a Meghan thing to say?

Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

Be Persuaded

Goodness, look at the time! I am so sick of worrying and thinking overall, I just want it to be summer! I really just want to have to think about what my next meal will be or how to organize the DVD's in a more convenient way, but no I have to hold onto my brain until Tuesday around 1ish. I am so peeved!

Then there's this stupid persuasive speech, I have to do it on genetic engineering aka cloning and food fiddling with. Stupid stupid stupid! You know what, I think I'll go on a run tomorrow. I haven't in the longest time, that's what I need.

That and my allergy medication, you have no idea how long it's taken to change it! You might be thinking, wow wasn't that like a month ago, YES it was a month ago and still NOTHING! Stupidpeoplehthinktheirallthatwiththeirstupidwhitelabcoatsanddoctorsdegrees....

I really didn't have a fun day.

Can't Wait!

"Life's a garden, April," I said. "Dig it."

I can't wait for this summer, and the book I'm reading right now is not helping my school blues.

I also can't wait for video tomorrow. I wrote the whole script tonight and I'm kinda' pumped. I hope the rest of the class likes what I did.

Most of all I can't wait until Courtney get's back. I really enjoyed our talk/water fight yesterday.

Intense & Passion

"Ugg! I hate it!" Courtney whines about the song on the radio.

"Courtney, hate is a strong word." Replies her mother.

The feeling of the grass between my toes and the smell of wet asphalt. My body feels like it's swimming, the air is so thick I would need a butter knife to cut it.

A rustle from behind me makes me jump. Turning I make more noise then I wanted. The squirt gun is raised above my stomach and a crack allows water to flow slowly down my arm and tickle my arm pit.

The shock from the instant cold temperature freezes me, but only for a second. Soon I'm pumping and firing back at the opponent. My eyes sting from the water dripping from my hair and soon I'm forced to close them.

Blurred vision allows me to see my teal toe nail polish and purple swim shorts. The oncoming water ceases and I take the minuscule amount left in the super soaker and let it cascade over my head and body.

The last few moments outside are wonderful I love them, walking into the ice frozen house soaking wet is what I hate.

To Early

From my set on the bus I look over Hannah's shoulder to get a better view of the world outside. The grass is still brown, contrasting the big yellow school bus. Never did the thought of summer occurred to me as Hannah and I talk about our school days while shielding the sun from our eyes.

That was, until I picked up the mail.

I just love the dELiA's catalogue.