Friday, October 12, 2012

Lilytorial #3

Today is Friday, people! You know what that means..

Lilytorial #3: Public Speaking

If I could pick one thing in this world that I just despised, it would be speaking in public.

It is not the actual speaking that gets me. It is the microphone. I hate them. Actually, hate is too light of a word.  They scare the living crap out of me (excuse my language). I hate the way they make me sound. I hate the way they project my voice. And I hate the way they smell. You are probably judging me right now. Stop it!

I guess I shouldn't say that I hate microphones. I mean, they are only doing their job. I suppose I hate the job that they have. I think that I am already loud enough without having to use technology to send my voice across spacious areas. I am scared just typing all of this. I feel like I am telling you guys a big secret or something..

The truth is that my youth pastor approached me earlier this week and wants me to speak at an event at our church tonight. HELP ME. I know I can do it and that it won't be nearly as bad as I am making it out to be. I am just psyching myself out. It's only a hundred or so people...

I am expecting something to happen though. Something incredibly awkward.

Cause that is just how my life is.


Thursday, October 11, 2012

Only Me

You think that I would be used to the fact that my life is one continuous string of awkward moments. Well, I'm not.

Today started off like any other day. I woke up at four fifty (I know...EARLY) so I could catch the bus by six. I put some hairspray in my hair, a little blush on my face and then I was off. After an hour of sitting on my  lovely (heavy on the sarcasm) bus, I have to transfer to another bus so I can get to my school.

Here's where the fun begins...

I was walking up the stairs of the bus minding my own business when all of a sudden I fell. Straight down. In front of everyone. I didn't even trip; I just...fell over. Thank goodness my laptop survived the trip!

This resulted in a few wonderful scratches on my hand which immediately started to bleed. Thankfully, I had a giraffe print bandage at the bottom of my book bag. Stylish, I know.

To top off this wonderful day, my bus broke down. I saw this coming, though. I am actually surprised it didn't happen earlier. My bus driver handled it well...not. We were stuck for an hour.

This is the same lady that...

A. Lets kids get off the bus randomly during the route to pee. One kid even went so far as to take a leak in the bushes on the side of the road; however, this turned out to be someone's backyard. We didn't know until he got back, but the owner of the house told the kid that he could use the actual bathroom in his house. Can't my bus driver get fired for that? It's creepy...

B. Has assigned seats. Really? It's insulting. When I got on the bus this afternoon, I saw that someone had written "Ha Ha" under my name tag on my assigned seat. I guess my last name is funny to the common folk. The dude that sits behind me informed me that the comment has been there for a few weeks. Shows you how observant I am...

C. Pulls over to the side of the road many times during each trip to "lecture" us about the volume of our iPods or letting someone else use your phone. I'm serious. That actually happened. Last month she pulled over in a neighborhood and kept us trapped in that hot, smelly bus for twenty minutes while she was arguing with a freshman about letting a girl use his phone to make a call. It's a ridiculous vehicle, people and all.

I have so many bus issues.


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Lilytorial #2

I know this is late...But surprise!

Today, a lot of things happened. Most of them were good things...great things! I had the day off from school so I spent the day with my mom. I love spontaneous adventures! We went shopping, got some lunch, and just drove.

But she is all mine. You can't have her...

It had never really happened to me before, but I guess it was bound to eventually. Brace yourself...I got a bad haircut today. Shoot me now...

I knew something was going to end up drastically wrong when my *new* hairstylist kept saying things like "oops" and "that doesn't look right" and "that is not even at all". She completely ruined my side bangs. Which is an even worse fate when you have naturally curly hair.

I suppose this Lilytorial is a review of the lovely establishment where I got my hair butchered cut. I will spare you the name, because honestly I don't want to deal with people's comments.

First of all, why do cheap hair salons always have a horrible smell? It is a distinct chemical smell that most of these places possess. Weird...

I blame *company name here* for this brutal slaughter. The lady who cut my hair was not young and fresh out of beauty school. Don't companies check and make sure their employee knows what they are doing before they hire them? If they don't, they should. Personally, I don't think this job is one that should be taken lightly. People's hair can be a prized possession. Anybody working with hair or other important bodily stuffs should one hundred percent know what they are doing. It is not fair to the customer! I am paying them to do a good job. I am trusting one of my prized possessions to them. Know how to do your job right! I don;t think this is too much to ask.

I stayed up late tonight to try and figure out a good hairstyle to accommodate my mane. Talk about desperate...After that I decided I am just going to suck it up and take it like a woman!

It'll grow back out...eventually.


Monday, October 1, 2012


Good Monday morning, world!

I can barely contain all of my excitement for the upcoming month. I LOVE October. The weather is gorgeous and so are the colors. It is a season of change, and I love that.

Recently, I got a job. A real job. With taxes.

I am now an employee at Sweet Frog Premium Frozen Yogurt in Raleigh. Beat that.

I have only worked there for about five weeks and in that short span of time I have managed to screw up many things. On my second shift...SECOND...I was working in the front greeting people and filling up the topping containers. Underneath the counter, we have cabinets with large containers full of different toppings. I accidentally knocked over the bucket full of Reese's Pieces all over the floor. I am talking thousands of tiny candies scattered everywhere. It wasn't pretty. After that, I had to sweep them all up and throw them out. I still can't believe I wasted all those perfectly delicious Reese's Pieces...

A couple of days later I was back at work and completely focused so I wouldn't make any mistakes. Too bad I forgot how clumsy and awkward I am. This time I was working in the kitchen; my job was to fill up the yogurt machines. Some flavors are pre-mixes, which basically means to me that they are in huge buckets and are very hard to lift and tip into the machines. Mango, my favorite, just happens to be a pre-mix. I took as many precautions as I could so I would not mess up this time. Well, that didn't help at all. I ended up spilling the liquid down the side of the machine and on the floor. It was quickly spreading and I had to figure out something to do...and fast. Another employee walked into the kitchen at this time and after being shocked, told me to grab a mop. After awhile, I finally had all the mango mopped up and the floors cleaned. Let's just say that it wasn't the most refined moment of my life.

Both of those experiences have scared me straight and I have been extra careful when handling frozen yogurt related foods. If there is one thing I have learned from my job so far, it is that I am a strawberry-chopping boss. I can knock out a whole tray of them in like seven minutes. In case you were wondering, that's talent.


Friday, September 28, 2012

Lilytorial #1

I just realized a few minutes ago that today is Friday. This day just got about a thousand times better.

Because it is Friday, I am writing my very first editorial, or Lilytorial. Thank you for the title suggestion Ms. Jenny. I wish I had thought of it...

Nevertheless, my family has suggested that my first editorial should be about people who are always late.

I know growing up in the South that everyone is on "Southern Time", but that is not an excuse to show up somewhere an hour after you said you would be. This has got to be one of my biggest pet peeves. It coincides with keeping your word, too. If you tell someone you will be at their house at six o'clock, make your best effort to be there at six. Excuses like, "I forgot" and "I'm just running a little behind" do not fly with me. If you are late once or twice, that is a lot more forgivable than if it is a constant thing. It is common courtesy to follow up on what you say.

We as humans naturally get disappointed and upset when we get our hopes up and then someone comes along and crushes them. I couldn't even begin to count how many times different people in my life have caused me pain because of unfulfilled promises.

Also, people that are constantly late are distractions. Some people in my first class of the day are late everyday. Like fifteen minutes late. It is harder for others to focus when people interrupt class. It gets the teacher frustrated and she ends up having to explain the warm-up or lesson eight times. I am there to just get through the day and go home. I don't want to have to hear the same set of directions over and over.

Please, please, please fulfill promises you make to others.

Thank you for reading my very first Lilytorial! If any of you have suggestions for a topic next Friday, please don't hesitate to let me know.


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Everything's Better In 3D

Warning: Due to the high amounts of nostalgia and excitement in this blog, please proceed with caution.

A couple of weekends ago I went to see Finding Nemo in 3D with some of my close girlfriends. You should know that this is probably my favorite Pixar movie...of all time. I have always been very into Disney and everything to do with it. Except the new Princess and the Frog. But that is another story for another day...

I was pumped going into the theater expecting all my childhood fantasies about living under the sea to come true. I mean, my favorite princess is Ariel. Coincidence? I think not.

Let me just say that it is generally a bad idea to get your hopes up for anything in this world. Nothing ever happens the way you expect it to. But in this case, I chose to ignore my own advice. And thankfully I was NOT disappointed!

I was literally on the edge of my seat in anticipation for the movie to start. I tried to control all my urges to quote the movie verbatim, which I can proudly do; however, I failed. Yes, I am one of those people. I apologize to anyone that has ever watched a movie with me with quotable material.

The movie was everything I had hoped it would be and more. Everything is better in 3D. Fish were flying toward me, bubbles seemed to explode off screen, and I could physically see Darla's fingerprints when she tapped on the fish tank. I was in a trance the entire movie; I couldn't think or talk about anything else. Finding Nemo is definitely worth the extra cash to see in 3D. In fact, most Disney movies would be.

I don't care what anyone else says...If Pixar wants to release every movie they have ever made in 3D, let them. I will be sitting in the very back row in the center seat for every single one of them. The only thing that could have possibly made this experience any better was if the 3D glasses were striped like a clown fish...
Yes, that is me in the pink. Can you tell I was a
little more than excited?
On another note...

One of my mom's friends suggested that I write editorials in the newspaper. Personally, I would love to be able to write editorials for them one day, but for now I will stick with this blog. You people can't physically reject me here!

So I hereby declare every Friday 'Editorial Day'! That's a horrible name. I will try to think of one much more cheesy by this Friday.


Friday, September 14, 2012


I'm a horrible person.

Please don't hate me.

I need to figure out how I can get myself into a regular blogging groove. I do not want to keep disappointing all my loyal fans! (Who am I kidding, I do this to entertain myself).


I learned to do a lot of things this summer. And I also learned some stuff that I probably should refrain from doing in the future. I have decided to let you all in on my extremely wonderful, yet absolutely awkward life. Brace yourself.

1. I learned to pee in the woods. I know what you're thinking. Trust me, I did not choose to acquire this skill. Here's the scoop... This summer, I went on a leadership retreat with my youth group. My best friend and I were the only two youth-aged girls who were brave enough to camp out in the woods of Durham with a bunch of pansy rugged boys. According to the camp director, there was a bathroom on our campsite that we were able to use. She was wrong. Well technically, there was a "bathroom". It was an outhouse with a family of bats living inside. Not to mention hundreds of scary bacteria and insects. I decided then and there I was not going to step foot into that outhouse and potentially be eaten alive by some mutant spider or get a bat tangled in my hair. The only other option was to...dun dun DUN...pee in the woods. It isn't really all that difficult once you get used to the fact that you either pee, or your bladder explodes. I definitely did not want my bladder to burst into a million tiny pieces right in the middle of nowhere. Or anywhere for that matter. Needless to say, I got very...comfortable with my best friend and two female youth leaders on that trip. If you ever need any advice on how to pee in the woods, come talk to me. But for now I will spare you the detailed instructions.

2. I learned that you do NOT drive through Jacksonville to get to New Bern. I must be psychic because I can read your thoughts yet again! Bear with me. I went with my best friend to stay with my Aunt and Uncle in Cove City, North Carolina for a little bit over the summer. One morning we woke up and they had already gone to work. Around lunch time, my aunt called to tell us to meet her in New Bern for lunch. I had just gotten my license and did not know the area well. My aunt gave us directions, but unfortunately directions are not my forte. I was fine until we hit the four lane. I was a little worried about taking the wrong exit. And guess what? We did. About fifteen minutes after we took the wrong exit, I realized we were in fact headed to Jacksonville. Only I could screw up something so easy with such detailed instructions. Thank goodness we were able to turn around and make it to Pizza Hut without injury.

If you actually made it to the end of this blog, bless you. Now you know how awkward I really am. And that is only the beginning. But I enjoy it. I am making memories people!


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Bohemian Rhapsody With a Side of Fries

Here's the deal.

I like food. A lot.

And my favorite fast food restaurant is *drum roll*...SONIC. I have been 5 times in the past two weeks. Does this mean I'm addicted?

Seriously, this is the best place ever. I can't order a breakfast burrito at four in the afternoon at many other places. Or show up in my pajamas and sip my green apple slush in peace. The severity of my Sonic addiction has reached a new level: I pretty much have my own carhop.

Okay, so not really. But it seems that way. Andrew is one pretty cool dude. He can skate like nobody's business! I am talking backwards and frontwards and even sidewards sideways. Andrew brings out my brown paper bags full of deliciousness almost every time I go.

Plus, not many carhops will listen to two teenage girls and their very cool, very hip adopted parents belt out Bohemian Rhapsody and The Little Mermaid.

That's dedication right there.

One more level up and I will be saying, "Hey Andrew, it's me. I'll have the usual please!" Actually, this doesn't sound like a bad arrangement. I already order the same exact drink every time. People know me by my drink: "Oh she's a green apple slush girl." Darn right I am.
A lot of amazing things in this picture: pajamas,
green apple slush, and my 'Flower Child' bracelet. 

Happy Thursday!


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Modge Podge

Wow. It's May.

I know what you're thinking. I haven't blogged since FEBRUARY. Don't get me wrong; I wanted to blog! I really wanted to.

I think you should blame my school. I have been buried under piles of Chemistry papers for the past few months. Literally (that was not fun at all considering I got a paper cut). The sad part is that it didn't even help me pull up my C average.

Next week is finals. Can I get a "Hallelujah"?! I love that I get out of school so much earlier than traditional high schools. I can go to the beach and go shopping without all the "cool" teenagers clogging up the shore or the food court.

Recently I discovered podcasts. Yeah, I know I am a little late here, but don't judge me.Two of my favorite youtubers, Rhett & Link, have a youtube show every morning. I figured out that I could actually download these as audio files from iTunes. To me, this is one of the best things since sliced bread.

Why do people use that expression? I have always wondered that. Anyways...

I was sitting on the bus this afternoon listening to one of the shows on my iPod. Rhett & Link are seriously funny dudes and when people are funny I laugh. And sometimes I just laugh for fun. Well, I forgot I wasn't in the safety and security of my room where I am free to laugh as I wish. Needless to say, I got some pretty strange looks from the podcast-less students on the bus.

Oh well. Another day, another awkward moment.


Saturday, February 4, 2012

February Love

When I woke up Tuesday morning, I was in a great mood. Why you ask? Because it was finally February!

Every year I welcome February with open arms. It is my absolute favorite month for many reasons.

1. Valentine's Day. Do I have to say much else? I LOVE love. Hearts, pink, and everything that has to do with it makes me so happy! I also enjoy giving out valentines, whether they be homemade or store bought. Since I am a very crafty individual, I like to see my friends expressions when I give them a personalized valentine. I never really got over my obsession with classroom valentines from elementary school either. Last night I bought a box of Star Wars valentines and now I am twice as excited! P.S. Star Wars is the best film series ever created. Ever.

2. My birthday. Who doesn't like their birthday? Plus this year isn't just any birthday; it is my SIXTEENTH birthday! These past two birthdays were epic. Last year was my "Golden" Birthday because I turned fifteen on the fifteenth. And of course your sixteenth birthday is a huge one!

During the whole month of February, I am constantly happy and in a fantastic mood. No one can mess with my month!
Best valentines ever.

Monday, January 16, 2012

House Lounge & Party Animals

Today is January sixteenth and my New Year's resolutions aren't exactly working out. I pretty much set myself up for failure with those. At this very moment I am staring at my empty doorway. That's right. I have no door to my room. Kids, this is what happens when you don't keep your New Year's resolutions.

For the past week and a half, my room has become the house 'lounge'. Everyone comes and goes and there is no privacy at all. I can't even do my homework in peace. Actually, I don't even know the meaning of the word peace. Someone please explain. Not that there is anything wrong with the new lounge. At least it is semi-clean.

After having four teenage girls in the house this weekend, I am pooped. We are a lot of work. I have some animals for best friends. Party animals that is. Except we know that partying consists of making our own pizza and watching the Miss American Pageant. Miss North Carolina should have one by the way. And I am not just saying that because she is my cousin.

As my head falls and my eyes roll back, I am reminded of who my true friend is: Sleep. Oh how I miss it! Sleep is calling my name and this rug is looking more and more comfortable. (Now please do not think I have a rug for a bed; it is just laying there all fluffy and soft looking.)

If I have taught you anything today let it be this: do not take your door for granted.

Happy Reading!

Long Weekends

I define weekend as a break from the stress and business of the week; however, my teachers define weekends as a period of time in which they can load us with all sorts of homework and expect it to get done. They especially love the long weekends like this one! They have no concept of the word 'break'.

I probably had fifty kajillion things to do this weekend. Now did they all get done? No. I had to put school on the back-burner this weekend because my best friend was down from Virginia. I can't miss an opportunity to spend time with her while I can. It was extremely hard this past August when she had to move. You know you are close friends when her mom can discipline you just like her own daughter. Ever since they moved I have been stressed and no fun.

Stress. What a word. In fact, it is the ONLY word that describes me right now. I am counting down the days until May when I can take my final exams and be done with sophomore year. I swear it has been the hardest year of my life so far. The sad part is that I am only halfway done. The Digital Disrupter has worn of on my cell phone too because it is just another reminder of a school day, which I hate. Don't get me wrong, I love that I am getting a great education and that I can be what I want to when I get older. I just feel rushed to get there.

I should probably set the alarm now so I even have a chance of waking up on time in the morning. Teachers, I apologize if I am not able to stay awake in class tomorrow. I had some partying to so this weekend.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

School & Sugar Plums

Last week was the dreaded first week back to school after winter break. Actually, dreaded is an understatement. For me, school means waking up at five a.m., five hours of homework, and a fifty-five pound book bag. Seriously. School is not a stroll in the park anymore. I guess it can't be as you get closer and closer to college.

I finally had to get rid of my alarm clock, which I have named the Digital Disrupter. The sound sends chills up my spine every morning and reminds what I have a ahead of me. Instead, I started using my phone as an alarm with an alternate, cheery sound; I am much more likely to wake up when some woman is singing me good morning, which is exactly what it does. Honestly, I am surprised I can even hear my alarm. I wake up late a lot of days because I do not hear it. Let's put it this way: if a truck were to run into the side of our house in the middle of the night, I would probably sleep through it. Crazy, right?

Sleep is overrated. I would much rather stay up into the wee hours of the morning doing homework then lie in my cozy bed with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. Just kidding. Are sugar plums even real things?

Happy Reading!

Monday, January 2, 2012

So Far, So Good...

Hooray! It's 2012! To kick off the new year, I decided to make two New Years resolutions. I can't remember a time when I have ever made a resolution, much less kept one.

1. Organization, Baby! I pledge to organize my room and all that is in it AND keep it that way.
2. Keep resolution number one.

I am very prone to messes; they seem to follow me around like puppies. Nevertheless, I am going to try harder than I have ever tried before to keep this room organized! To start my resolution, I spent the day today planning and even starting to organize some of my belongings. I realized that I have more to do than I ever imagined. I do not use half the stuff in my room and it is cluttered. I will have to fix all this. My goal is to get everything completely organized before February gets here. Also, while I am at it, I want to rearrange the furniture to give my room a new look. This year is going to be a fresh start. And a great start at that.

Well, it is January second and I can see my floor. So far, so good.