daaang!

wow. long time, no post.
well, it's tuesday. cool.

last week was pretty boring. nothing much happened until friday.

on friday, meghan took me to the landmark aviation building for my FLIGHT TO BURMUDA!!! we got there early because everyone kept telling us there was a ton of traffic. but there wasn't so we went to briar creek for a few minutes.

when our (by "our," i mean "mine") plane finally arrived, i got my stuff on, and gave K the cookies i bought at southern seasons. it was great. Dad, K, and k were there, along with K's parents, The Ps, Thomas, Amy, Kay and Sherman.

i got to ride in the jump seat for landing in Burmuda with the pilots. well, they weren't in the jump seat, but the jump seat is in the cockpit. IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!! the moon was reflecting off the water and it was gorgeous. Burmuda is so tiny! you could see it all from 500 feet.

we got to the house around 10 pm. we had eaten dinner on the plane (pork tenderloin and veggies. yum!) so we kinda explored around. i saw the whale bones in person for the first time with the moon reflecting off of them. they are so white! and huge! and there are so many of them! i also saw the fort, and Mrs. P showed me the puzzle cabinet and we started working on this puzzle called, "The Christening."

on saturday, we woke up early and had breakfast. Dad, K, k, and i took two wave runners out around 11 to sand dollar beach and found some really cool sand dollars. then we rode them around the bay for a little while. we went back for lunch around 12:45 or so.

after lunch, we snorkled around the dock and scouted out some more bones to dig up. (the main purpose of the trip was to dig up the whale.) after we found some and marked them, we went up to the pool and splashed around, then eventually headed down to the beach and played in the ocean.

for dinner, dad, K, k, and i were alone as everyone else had romantic dinners with their significant others planned. we had some delish steak and potatoes. afterwards, we watched The Incredibles. well, dad and k played and watched, and K and i puzzled.

on sunday, we woke up and got ready for a cruise on Mr. P's big boat. everyone came (except sherman because he doesn't like water), including the man who produced all the old cartoons, like Rudolph and such. we went out to the other side of the island to this steamboat shipwreck and anchored. all of us (except Mr. P) snorkled around for about an hour or so. we had a delish lunch while we started our cruise around the island. Burmuda is so pretty! i have to live there someday.

after we docked, dad and i broke out the third lungs and regulators and started to dig up the bones. i found a great rib and what i'm calling the scapula. we also found three or four other ribs. one broke, so i took a fragment of that home with me. it's currently on my desk. :D

that night, everyone, including the pilots and the flight attendant, came to the house for a lobster dinner. it was AMAZING. the Burmuda lobster season started on september 1st, so this was the first time this year than any of us have had lobster. it was incredible. we all sat around and talked, and watched the moon come up. pure magic.

oh, and we finished the puzzle.

on monday, dad, K, k, and i went out on the beach and built this epic sand castle and played in the waves. seriously, the castle was amazing. it had this huge moat, two tunnels, and some trees. i made this great sea wall from sand towers, seaweed, and a 2x4 that K found in a cave.

after lunch, which consisted of fantastic tomato soup and sandwiches with melted cheese, tomatos, and bacon, we moved some of the bones that we had under the dock into a cave. the dock is right under a cliff, and there was no way we could carry all those bones up and store them before we had to pack.

for take off, i rode in the jump seat again. this time it wasn't as cool because i couldn't see anything except sky.

k and i watched College Road Trip on the flight. it was surprisingly amusing.

i rode in the jump seat for landing at RDU. it was kinda scary because it was raining and the captains kept saying, "you can't see crap!"

and that was the end of my adventure.

oh yes. mom met K for the first time when she was picking me up. it wasn't as awkward as i thought i was going to be.

today (tuesday) was picture day. i'm fairly certain i look like poop, but people kept telling me i looked ok. sure. whatever.

our first field hockey practice was after school, which ROCKED. all the girls are pretty cool and i think we'll have a great team/club.

that's pretty much it...

OH YES. matt has the swine!! so i'm making him a care package.
so pray for his recovery or something like that.

yep.

blehh

today was ok.
i got to bed pretty early last night, so i rewarded my efforts with about 30 extra minutes of sleep. tomorrow i will only go 15 minutes, if any.

english was fun. we talked about stuff and our teacher declared our book absolutely boring.

dance. oh my goodness. while i love dance and dancing and the teacher, the room is crowded. i am usually in the back, so i have to restrict my movements to avoid crashing. do you know how hard that is? take a really difficult dance that makes you sweat a lot (yea. fun.) and then do the sissy version of it while trying to do the regular. it's hard.
and i sweat a lot with the dance we're learning so i have to wear skirts or risk major sweatage after class.

today at lunch i kinda just read stuff on my phone and one of the better looking guys in our grade (annie, you know who that is. the blonde one.) was all like, "is that an iphone?" and we made petty talk and he looked down at my screen and was all "MLIA!!!" and scooted very close to me (my foot was like on his butt) and we read MLIA for like ten minutes. we then talked about all our fave sites.

chem was ok. we had a test.

spanish. holy crapo. i extremely dislike this class. we have a quiz tomorrow. matt and i are seriously the only people who have never taken spanish before and it being spanish 1, you would think that it would be super simple and step by step. no. the teacher like breezes through EVERYTHING because everyone but me and matt already know it!!!

i "understand" it enough, but i can't speak it. it is basically memorization. and c'est tres stupide. or "el mucho stupido." yea, sure.

mom and i went to durham after school for a doctor's appointment and we got there early. so we went to these cute vintage shops. one was Dolly's and the other was Portobello Road. i love Dolly's. there is the best stuff in there that's actually kinda wearable. i got this cute pair of jodhpurs. i guess that's how you spell it. but they are cute and vintagey and kinda make me look like the chick in the middle:

http://thefoodinista.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/angels.jpg

but not as butch lesbo/possessed.

yeppp. then i went to youth group and we went around and visited elderly people, or as matt called them "oldies." we split up into predesignated groups and went to visit one old member of the church who like never comes named nellie phillips. she is really freaking cool. she's 96, is in perfect physical condition, has a great mind and memory, and drives herself places. she's a member of a bridge club and goes out to lunch with different people like three times a week. that part was great but my group... not so much.
it's me, this 6th grader who never talks and looks like something is about to leap out at her, this chick that i don't know very well, and this other gal that i want to slap. she is horribly rude and interrupts all the time. she has no social grace and she doesn't really pay attention. i saw nellie give her this look like, "come on. really?" and i thought that she would at least try to be polite in the presence of an elderly person. but no. she sat there fidgeting (and she's a big girl, so those limbs were every where) and slouching (she was almost literally lying down) and SMACKING HER GUM. with her mouth OPEN. and it was LOUD.

the conversation went like this:
mrs. phillips- "and my grandson lives in flor-..."
gal i want to slap- "where does he live in florida?"
mrs. phillips- "saraso-..."
gal- "i know some people who live in clear water, does he live there?"
mrs. phillips- *look of death* "no, he lives in sarasota. he fishes and likes sports. he's my only grandson by-..."
gal- "this is your son, right?"

ugh. and this gal completely monopolizes me at youth group, so it is literally impossible for me to talk to any of my other friends. instead, i am forced to hang out with this chick and her nasty friends. i am going to send an email to my youth director requesting that i be in a different group because "i want to forge new friendships which is impossible to do because i am currently so close to" this chick.

yep.

so i finished my homework around 9:45 and am going to go shower and straighten my hair.
:D

happy: we have mass tomorrow which means that we won't be dancing the insane dance that makes me sweat a lot.

tralala

today was a pretty good day.

i looked decent. i danced well. i had all my work ready to turn in.
i must say that i didn't eat as much today at lunch after The Realization, and
lamented the fact that i can no longer fit into some of my skirts and pants.

i came home from school to a box on my front porch filled with my clothes that i left in dallas, including KHAKI SKIRTS that fit!!!! this made me super excited. i plan on wearing one tomorrow.
annie will be glad to know that i shaved my legs in preparation.

BUT. there is happier news.

this upcoming weekend is labor day weekend or some other holiday that results in a long weekend. dad and i are going to bermuda with k and her family to tan, swim, and excavate a whale. :D
but to do this i was going to have to take a 7 a.m. flight on friday, thus missing a day of school which i would have to make up eventually. and i'm not good at making work up.

i received an email from dad saying that k's family's plane will be stopping at RDU at 6 pm on friday and i am going to be on that flight. not only does that mean that i won't have to check bags and go through major security, but it also means that i won't miss school!!
:D x 1000000000

being so happy, i quickly did my massive amount of homework and showered. it is now 9:51 pm and i am ready for bed. this is monumental.

alas, i did not go for a run today. not out of pure laziness, but my mother wouldn't let me because i am "still weak" from "that cold that you had over the weekend."
um. ok. so i am convinced that my mom is trying to make me fat because i am allowed to participate in a rigorous dance class for 45 minutes, but not go on a short run for about 20 minutes.

kidding.

sort of.

happy of the day:
http://www.cracked.com/blog/my-book-proposal-for-the-next-bestselling-piece-of-shit/

i found that last night when i was slacking. it made me laugh hysterically.

realization

i am fat.

well, not exactly "fat" per say, but definitely in possession of more womanly curves,
as you could call them.

i call them ugly and gross, among other things.

i eat like a pig and i don't work out as much as i should.

i came to this realization as i was trying on this adorable size 0 theory skirt that i bought last year to see what i should wear with it to school tomorrow. guess who couldn't button it?
this wouldn't be so traumatic if the skirt had been a little tight last year, but last year, a mere 10 months ago, it hung loosely around my hips!! it now clenches tightly around my hips/muffin top. it is hideous.

this discovery prompted me to try on all of my khaki.
the majority of my pants don't fit and there was one pair i couldn't pull up past my thighs.
so i tried on the rest of my skirts. my "fat skirts" are my new "skinny" skirts.

ballsack.

i guess i never really noticed the weight gain, which i assume to be from this past summer, because i spent every day in either running shorts, a dress, or dance clothes. and dance clothes are surprisingly forgiving. which sucks because you can't tell if you're getting fat or not. and they're even more forgiving when you aren't dancing in front of a mirror.

ugh. i don't like this. last year, i was so pretty and skinny!! i weighed 87 pounds. i shudder at what i weigh now.

and yes, i realize that 87 pounds may not sound like much, but mind you that i am extremely short and my mother weighed 96 pounds when she got married.
right now, i probably weigh as much as my mom did when she had me (around 105 pounds). that is disgusting. i weigh as much as a pregnant lady.

tomorrow, i will chug water like it's going out of style, i will not eat any junk food or unnecessary snacks, and i will go running after school for at least 30 minutes.

if i don't go running, i will not wear eyeliner on wednesday.
or reapply eyeliner, more likely.

with love,
the fat-ass

*sniiiiifff*

as i write, i am relaxing in a state a little south of comfortable in a white wife beater, a sweater, and boxer shorts. i have a mug of tea next to me along with some sort of nasal spray. 

i got nothing on my list done today, save for my easy homework and making shopping plans with matt. i stayed inside, drank tea, ate soup, and watched Dirty Jobs reruns. 

tomorrow i will most likely have to drag myself out of bed, drink some tea, eat some oatmeal, and get cracking on my other homework. 

i will not be going to church or youth group or choir (yes, i am doing that), which is a huge disappointment. 

why? 

i am sick. 

i have a head cold. 

no, it's not h1n1, i've checked. i don't have body aches or a sudden fever. 

i am tired, i feel like i've had two pens jammed up my nose, and then beaten about the head with a 2x4. 

i am going to sleep. 

side note

i think i have found one of my long-lost friends on facebook. 

haley caffey (presley, you know her). 

but i don't know if it's my haley caffey. 

i mean, how weird would it be to be some random haley caffey in dallas and get a friend

request from this random chick in north carolina?

xtc?

no, silly. not that crappy band. i just felt bad putting the name of a drug on my blog. 

today was decent. well, more than decent. 

school was good, i killed at this dance to "i'm the one" by mary j. blige.

lunch was fun. 

i taught my friends this game where you say, "____, but not ____."

there's a pattern to which words can be used and you aren't supposed to tell the

others The Rule. and the object of the game is to figure out what the rule of the game is.

so i told it to my friend Waffles so we can piss everyone off on monday. :D

it's a great game. it's called, "odd, but not peculiar"

but i'd start out saying something like, 

"strawberry, but not banana." 

and then someone else would say something like,

"all, but not many."

and then someone would say something like, 

"grape, but not cherry."

"WRONG."

and then they'd be like "what the heck is wrong with that answer? is there a rule of some kind?"

wanna know the rule?

i'll tell you the rule.

ok. the first word in the pair has a double letter (like "strawberry").

but if you said something like, "jelly, but not peanut butter," you'd be wrong because both words have a double letter and that just can't happen. oh, and the words don't have to relate to each other.

it's great fun.

and la-di-da up to spanish. we had our first quiz thing. i only got one wrong (yay me) 

and i know now that matt is officially kick-ass. yesterday he and i had a huge convo about sunglasses (he has some dolces, i have kate spades, and we both have raybans.) and today

he said, "liz, i really like your tory's."

heck yes. not only did he properly identify the brand of flats that i was wearing, but he called them tory's. i think i've found a new best friend.

yep. so that was my day. 

madonna, but not britney.