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!