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!

Give Me A Gift

Today when I got home I went to bed right away, just for a little hour nap. I told Dad to wake me up in an hour and I preceded to sleep for two and a half hours. Yea, Dad left for his hair appointment without telling Mom to wake me.

The next thing I know I'm being jolted awake by Mom saying it's six. I thought it was morning, and was depressed until I wrapped my mind around everything. Then I was sad that I hadn't finished my dream. Nora had sent me a big package with tons of presents (all for me), but I hadn't gotten to the opening part before I was awaken.

Din' Din'

Tonight I cooked Dinner. We had broccoli, apples, and parmesan chicken. I had to fry the chicken, I was the bomb at it. Dad helped a little because I was washing my hands too much going in between the chicken and vegetables. I also got to chop with the big knife. I think I'll like making myself food when I leave the house.

On my ninth birthday I had a cooking birthday party. I invited people over and we made pizza. Everyone had a little piece of dough and got to create their own. I had a lot of fun, it was cool pretending to be a chef for a few minutes. I think being one would be awesome.

One of my day dreams is to move to France and buy a giant farm which grows fresh produce and grapes, with the bright, fresh, green grass as far as the eye can see. Then I'll become thirty pounds overweight and wear cooking clothes every where I go. In town I'll own a restaurant and I'll be on the food channel cooking in my own kitchen like the Barefoot Contessa.

But this is all a daydream, I couldn't become a chef. I decided a long time ago I wouldn't work in the food industry.

I Dreamed A Dream

Dad and I bought Inception (via apple tv last night) and that's all i've been able to think about.

Aside from having my two favorite actors (Leonardo Dicaprio and Joseph Gordon-Levitt) in the movie (as well as Ellen Paige) it's a really well filmed and written movie. It's just amazing. (click on picture below)

Plus, the ending. Wow! Super cool. And if you've seen it you know what i'm talking about. I googled it immediately after the credited started rolling and I like this interpretation of the ending the best. (HERE) You can't argue with logic.

My Saturday

This took me 5 and 1/2 hours to edit. Please watch it.

My Friend?

The foosball table is the center of the room. A guy with dark hair and a football build is playing by himself.  Chandler walks in from his bedroom and is surprised by the guy.

"Umm. Who are you?" He asks

"Chandler, come on, you know me. Your roommate?" The guy stops playing and turns around to face Chandler.

"Ah, no." As he says this Monica walks in and leans on the counter.

"Who is this? A friend of yours?"

The guy races over to Monica and grabs her hand. "Come on, you know me. Stop fooling around Monica."

Monica pulls her hand away and backs up. "I'm not kidding. Who are you?"

Ross and Phoebe walk into the apartment stomping their boots and shaking off the snow from there jackets. Ross walks up to the guy and holds out his hand. "Hello, I'm Ross this is Pheobe. Were Chandler and Monica's friends. And you are..."

Phoebe snaps her fingers. "Oh! I know, you're the guy who just moved in down stairs!"

Just as the guy starts to object Rachel waltz's into the room. The fake clapping track roars and Rachel gives the non-existant audience a smile. Putting her arm around Ross she turns to him and asks motioning to the guy, "Who is he?"

Chandler walks over to the group. "I just walked in here and he was playing foosball."

"Are you homeless?" Phoebe moves over to the guy and holds his shoulders. Slowly she continues. "It's going to be okay, let me give you some money."

"No! You guys I'm your friend....your friend...."

Suddenly I remember his name, the only character from friends I couldn't remember.

"...your friend Joey!"

The crowd erupts in applause and Joey is enclosed in a giant group hug as his best friends remember who he is.

You Can't Catch Me!

The dream

getting up from my bed i dash around my room looking for my grey shorts, the ones i use for exercising, or at lest what i call exercising, not in the nora sense of the word. i don't remember the shirt i pulled on, it might of been my nike shirt. then after i situated everything i look out from behind my curtains and am met with darkness. i sadly have to wait until morning to go on a jog.

The reality

with my back facing my house i click play on my ipod and slowly start to jog my way down the street. i pass a father and son playing in the front yard and a guy tending to his grass. by the corner i have a side ache, the memories of many soccer games spent running with side aches flash before my eyes and i slow down to a walk. i guess i'll have to work towards running.

Do you think your dreams are messages that you or someone else left for you? Almost like an answering machine. I dream a lot, I guess my subconscious really loves to talk.

Sit Down!

I dreams last night I was on a boat to heaven. Oh wait, wrong era....

I did have a dream last night. Meghan was in it and I was sitting in a Perkins when I saw her sitting with two guys. I asked her why she wasn't in Japan and she said she decided not to go. I was so sad and kept on saying that she would of had so much fun. It made me really depressed.

Then Meghan, Courtney, and I were walking to the bus stop (through 2 feet of snow) and we saw the bus leave without us. I said Mom could drive us, but Tessa (who appeared) said that she wasn't answering the phone. I took off down the street and burst in the house. Mom was curled up in multiple down comforters on the couch. She didn't want to drive us.

Then I woke up.