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Jan 31, 2011

Look At That Glare!

While sitting in my room a couple minutes ago, my little sister walked inside my room and looked at my closet door.  She pointed to my Twilight poster that I've been too lazy to take down at Edward.
"Lizzy?"
"What?"
"Lizzy, is this that glow-in-the-dark man?"
I crack up.

--Lizzy

PS.  This is my 100th post.  Yippee!

Jan 30, 2011

When You Marry Corbin Bleu Your Kids Will Have Curly Hair

Have I told you that my little sister is adorable?
Probably.
Just a few seconds ago, my mom was informing me that when my dad says that we need to read our scriptures, I need to do it instantly because I came home late from a Youth Fireside recently.  Laney looked up and said to my mom in a matter-of-factly voice with hands on hips: "Mom, it's not 'reading the scriptures.' It's feasting the scriptures!"  She gave mom a "duh" look, rolled her eyes, and flounced off.  

--Lizzy

Embarrassing.......

Although you may think that this really isn't anything embarrassing, it was plenty for me.


Today during church I was feeling really "bleh" and sick inside.  Then, randomly, a pounding headache came on, so when sacrament meeting was over my dad took me home.  When I went inside I trudged upstairs and took my hair out from its bun, and scowled at the frizzy mess.  I pulled it into a loose ponytail and changed into my comfy PJs and slippers.  I climbed into bed and took a nap. When I woke up, some strands had fallen out of the ponytail and gave me a hobo-ish look but I didn't bother fixing it.
After my family came home, I went downstairs and read a book.  After a couple hours I started to get hungry so I grabbed some chips and salsa.  While I was eating, a knock came at the door and the caller came into our house.  I thought nothing of it.  But, then when I heard their voice I panicked.  It was Liam, a thirteen or fourteen year old kid who lives down my street who is rather annoying and enjoys teasing people.  I glanced upwards, my mouth full of chips and saw him staring at me and my attire with an impish glint in his eyes and eyebrows raised.  I blushed a bloody red and swallowed.  When he wasn't looking, I grabbed the chips and salsa and ran to the other side of the table, well away from his view.  Why the heck did he come to my house?!

Lizzy

Jan 29, 2011

Day 1: What I Hate About Myself

Although I feel like I'm copying immensely, I'm going to be doing the same thing as Heather.  Every day write down a certain thing about me, and then include a picture of something that goes along with it.  
(Heather, I'm sorry if you think I'm copying.  I like the idea :))  I've decided to do it because not only will it help others know me more, it'll help me know myself better.

One of the many things that I dislike about myself is my nose.  I know what you're thinking.  What the heck, a nose?  Why on earth?  I hate it because I think that it is too large at the bottom.  I mean, the top is very nice and thin, but the end is bulbous.  Although you may not agree, it's what I think.  
Second, I hate that I make promises too easily.  I'm not saying that making promises is bad or anything, but I feel like I break them or let them down too much.  Like, I say that I will hang out with someone next Saturday and that I will call them, but instead I hang out with someone else because I forgot.  Most of the time whenever I break a promise it's because I forget.  I have a very forgetful  memory, and that is another thing that I hate about myself.  I mean, I always remember the things that I don't want to, and then forget the important stuff.  

Allow me to elaborate.

I always remember....how to approach this?  Let's give an example.  I'm going to bed because of a long day that I had, stressed out about homework and such.  When I am about to turn out my lamp and go to bed, I remember that I have a US History test the next day.  Then I freak out and get stressed out and maybe cry because there is even more things that I need to do, and I would rather have not remembered so I would be able to have a good night's sleep, which is also really bad because then I freak out when I enter the classroom and remember that I have a test.  I wish that I remember the things that I need to do.  

Another thing that I hate is that I am a major procrastinator.  When I babysit on Wednesdays, I always bring my backpack with me so I can do my homework there instead of doing it at 7:00 that night.  I'll think to myself that I need to get everything done, but five minutes later you see me on the computer or reading a book instead of doing the important stuff.  I hate that about me.  I hate that I procrastinate, but then I really have no idea how to prevent myself from doing it.  Ugh.  Just thinking about procrastinating makes me angry because I hate procrastinating because I would much rather get everything done early and have more time doing the things that I like doing, but I end up procrastinating anyway.
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I am now really angry.  At least I got this out on "paper"



--Lizzy

What the Buns?

Alas.
Back to reality. I don't want to return to school.  Ugh.
I feel slightly bad because I've neglected this poor post.  Sorry, post.

How many of you like the Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie?  I actually really hate the books and the movie.  Yeah, some of you may like it, but I really don't.  I feel bad saying it because everyone I know likes it but I don't.  It's rather disgusting and stupid.  Bleh. 
Just saying, that above couple sentences were completely random.  Well, I guess they have some point because my brother and two sisters are watching it right now.

I really wish that I could go to the beach right now.  Feel the warm sand seep between my toes and run towards the ice cold water.  That would be so nice.  The sun is blazing above and the ocean is the perfect temperature.  Why can't Utah be like that?  Why does it have to be so dry?  I always feel surrounded by mountains and that I'm in "Happy Valley."  I'm not saying that I want it to change completely.  Just wishing that I could visit California whenever I wanted.  The humidity is perfect, so your skin is never dry, but it doesn't feel like you are swimming through the air and inhaling water.  The thing that I did wish happen in California every year was to snow on Christmas.  I remember when I was little, waking up excitedly, run downstairs, and press my nose against our glass door to see if it ever snowed.  The results?  Sunny, 70 degrees in the afternoon.  That was the greatest disappointment that I got every year.  But I wasn't like most people in Southern California.  I had seen snow many times because we had a cabin in Central CA and my grandma lived in Sandy, Utah.

A word of advice about the humidity section of that paragraph.  Don't go to Savannah, Georgia when the humidity is 100% and the natural degrees outside is over 90.  Been there, done that.  Miserable.

I've decided that I will leave with a question every time that I finish a post.
Here is the question:
Why do people hate dark chocolate?  I love dark chocolate, but why do most people dislike it?

--Lizzy

Jan 16, 2011

These Pockets Are For My Child. I'm A Kangaroo.

Again, I really don't know what to say, but I guess something will come out eventually.

I've noticed that after going back a couple years to see what my entries have been like, I sound overly excited and chipper. I also used the caps button a lot. But in these recent posts, I sound monotone and bored. Reading back on posts just posted a couple days ago, I'm baffled that I sound so annoyed about everything.
Why on Earth do I sound like that?
Sheesh...

Something just popped in my head. Janessa has moved to Virginia. And I missed her farewell. I feel so bad! I was invited and everything, but I completely forgot about it. I really hope she updates her blog frequently so I can see what life is like on the East coast.
(PS. The water there is like a bath. It's about 70 degrees. Feels wonderful!)

Another thing. I can't access Heather's blog. It says that there is no such thing. Have I dreamed reading it? Is Heather nonexistent? Is she just a figment of my imagination? Have I been in a coma since I was 8 years old and made up an imaginary world that I will never be able to wake up from? If so, why do I allow myself to go to Physics? Why did my mind invent such a torturous subject? Ha, never mind.
To tell you the truth...I'm really hoping I haven't been in a coma since I was 8. That would be horrid. But, it would mean that I would still be living in California, but I can't decide if that would be good or bad yet.

Since I don't know what I should really type, how about we pull a random question from the Journal Jar!

What was I into when I was a child? (Barbie, My Little Pony, etc.)

Weyell, this is actually a pretty good question. Being an only child for about five years, you would suspect that I was a girly-girl, unimaginative blob of hearts and jewelry. I beg to differ.
I was very imaginative, thank you very much.
First of all, I was totally into Hot Wheels when I was little. I would make up tracks with my blocks and run my little cars along the surface. But, I was slightly girlish. I did play with Barbies and I did play with My Little Pony. I actually only had one My Little Pony, and it was my pride and joy.
How 'bout I tell you a little story about my My Little Pony.

It all began...on a day that my mother was teaching piano. When ever these certain students would come over, they would bring their little sister, Victoria, who was my age over to play. (We were about 5, so Eric was pretty close to coming to our family)
It was just a couple days after Christmas, so I wanted to show off all of my new toys.
"Didja see my Bullseye the horse pillow? I like to pretend to ride it with my cowboy hat. Oh, and my Jessie doll? And my Mic?" (I was a HUGE Toy Story fan when I was little)
"Yeah, yeah," Victoria said, "do ya have anything else to play with?"
I gasped.
"Yes! But we have to be really careful with it. It's reeaaallly special to me and I like it lots," I told her.
"Yeah, yeah," she said again. "Where is it?"
"Over here," I said, and led her to my room. I had cleverly hid my new toy underneath the cushion of my rocking chair in my room. I bustled over and hid the hiding spot with my back and then pulled it out.
When I pulled it out, imagine your brain camera zoomed in on the wondrous object, glistening with a spotlight on it, with sparkles dancing around it, and angels singing, "Aaaahhhh!"in the background.
It was a pale purple My Little Pony with flowing gold hair. It was still in top condition because I didn't play with it. I just liked to look at it. (Ha, not really, I just didn't want to ruin it so I was extremely careful with it)
"Wow!" Victoria bellowed, and lunged for it.
"AH! No!" I said, dancing out of her reach. "We aren't playing with it! This toy is special. I want to take good care of it, but I wanted to be nice and show you." I glared at her.
"I know! We can cut her hair! 'Cause that wouldn't be playing with it," Victoria suggested.
"Are you crazy?! That'll ruin it, Victoria," I shouted.
"Fine," she said bluntly.
I pulled out some Barbies and we began to play with them--after I put the My Little Pony on my dresser.
After a couple of minutes, she got up.
"I need to go to the potty," she announced. "While I'm gone, set up the house for the Barbies."
"Okay," I agreed, and turned my back to the door and promptly started on the Barbie house.
After a couple of minutes without hearing a flush, I got suspicious. Why was Victoria taking so long?
About two minutes later, I started to hear some snipping noises.
I whirled around, and to my horror, I saw Victoria surrounded by plastic gold hair, holding scissors and my My Little Pony doll, the gold hair jutting irregularly from the fake scalp, about a millimeter long.
I screamed, and she jumped, instantly putting the scissors and the pony behind her back.
"Victoria, you stupid girl!" I yelled at her. Tears started to course down my face, and I wrestled with her to get the scissors and the pony back. After triumphantly snatching the doll from her hands, I started to shriek at her.
"I told you not to cut her hair and you did it anyway! You are the meanest, dumbest person ever!!" I screamed through tears.
Victoria bristled and started to defend herself.
"Well you are so boring! You are no fun!" she shouted back.
"Leave my house, Victoria! Right now!" I grabbed her shoulders and literally shoved her out of my room and slammed the door in her defiant face. I slumped to the floor and sobbed, running my fingers over its ugly hair.
I heard Victoria stomp downstairs right when her mom came to pick her up.
"Victoria, why was Elizabeth screaming?" her mother asked.
"Because she's mad at me," said Victoria.
"What did you do?"
"I cut her dolls hair," she said bluntly, unashamed.
"Victoria!" her mom yelled.
I heard a scuffle, and smack, and then a pained yelp.
"I'm so sorry," I heard Victoria's mother say to my mom. "I don't know what she's gotten into. I understand if you are angry."
I heard Victoria cry out again, and then the front door close.
I walked downstairs, holding the pony.
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth," my mom said.
"I never want her over again. Never. Ever!" I yelled.
She never came over again after that.

--Lizzy

Jan 10, 2011

Be Still My Heart...Sounds Like Suicide

Ha.
I was meaning to post yesterday, but it sorta slipped my mind so I'm doing it now. So far, New Years Resolution is a success!
Saturday was a rather eventful day. My mom had left to take Eric to a basketball game and took Laney with her so it was just me and Emma at home. (Dad was at work) About twenty minutes after she left, Emma and I were on Hulu watching all of these behind-the-scenes videos on this TV show that we absolutely adore. (Merlin=best. show. forever. and. ever)
While we were watching the show, suddenly we heard this "Beeeoooooowwwww" noise and then all of the lights and computer screen flickered and then went out completely.
Emma and I sat there in the dark, staring at each other. It was really scary because she and I were home alone with no means of communication to our parents to tell them what happened.

What do you mean?
I mean that we had no way to call our parents.
Yes, yes, we already know that. Don't you have a cell phone?
I know that. It is currently lost. And Eric had a cell phone, too, but we couldn't find it. I'm going back to the story now.

Emma and I just stared at each other. Instantaneously, she and I jumped up and smacked all of the light switches throughout the house to see if any worked. None did. We then decided that now was the right time to find my cell phone. We tore up the entire house but we could not find it. It was ridiculous. We gave up and then walked over to Alison's house. About halfway there, my mom pulled up in her car and we explained everything that happened. After dropping off the kids that she had taken with her, she left again with Laney to go up to University Mall and have dinner with her family to celebrate her birthday. Emma stayed home so she could get ready for a birthday party and I went back over to Alison's.
After a few hours of messing around, we flicked on Biggest Loser and decided to eat some pizza. I laughed at the irony. When we got five minutes into the show, the power went out AGAIN. Since it was about 6:30, it was pitch black in her house, and while I was fumbling around for a light switch, I tripped on her dog. Thankfully I caught myself on the counter (which was sheer luck) and did not die.

I know this post was rather random and quite uneventful (or interesting) but I felt the need to put this on so I would be able to remember it later.

--Lizzy

Jan 6, 2011

My Beanie Just Landed on a Ladder

Unfortunately, I don't know what I'm going to write, so I guess something will come to me in a few minutes.
Actually, I am very glad that the semester is about to end. I've managed to get my grades up to my standard. (All A's and a C in Physics, although I'm sure that grade is going to go up again because there are more things we are going to be turning in) but the two things that I can't wait for the classes to get shuffled up in is Geometry and Seminary. You might be thinking, "What? Seminary? But that is the best class ever!" Well, my dear imaginary readers, it may be fine and frolicking-through-the-flowers-dandy for you but for me, let's pretend that a wildfire went through that pretty meadow of flowers you just previously frolicked through.
That may sound pretty pessimistic and extremely over-exaggerated (which it probably is) but I don't really like that class.
I'm not saying I don't like the class, like the subject. I love Seminary. It's the people in my class that aren't spirit-lifters.
"What?" you might ask. "I don't understand."
Allow me to explain.
Those people in Seminary are (from my favorite selections from the Thesaurus) snippy, rude, blasphemous, and/or discourteous.
I choose discourteous.
My teachers is the very quiet and kind type of person. They totally take advantage of that and while he is teaching the lesson they get up from their seats, walk in front of him (they don't even bother to sneak over to the other side of the room), sit on their knees, and start talking to their friends.
It. Drives. Me. Insane.
They don't bother to stay inconspicuous. They do it openly. They walk in front of him.
Oh, he tells them to stop. Do they listen?
What do you think...?
He'll say, "Take your seats, now."
They decide to talk for five more minutes and then sit down.
"Stop talking!"
They say, "But I wasn't talking."
Pff.
Yeah. Right.
They even leave the classroom without asking. They just get up and leave.
My poor teacher tries to calm them down, start the lesson, and get on with it but they never listen. The spirit is very weak in that room.
I enjoyed 9th grade Seminary more. We got started, everyone was friends, and the spirit was so strong in our classroom. Here, the grades are mixed so we have juniors and seniors in our class, they don't even give us sophomores the time of day, and they act very disrespectful.
Siiighhh.
I can't wait for next semester. I'm praying for a good class that I can feel the spirit in.
Please. Please.
Geometry is almost the same, except they don't get up and walk around the class room.
In other words, they won't shut up.
I can't concentrate at all. They are always talking and talking and blabbing and yacking and blah-blahing. Ugh! Everyone just be quiet. Just ten minutes of silence, please. That's all I'm asking.
Just...ten...minuuteesss....
Just an example about how annoying some of the kids in my class are:
My friend had a water bottle in class because she was slightly sick and the water helped her throat feel better. A kid walks by, picks up her water bottle from her desk and drinks out of it. The whole thing.
Gone.
She had just filled it.
He just picked it up and drank it.
What?
I guess the plan blew up in his face because she was sick and coughing and he just drank from her water bottle without asking.
Ha!
I think I'm all done venting, now.
--Lizzy