Monday, May 25, 2009
Austin Food Review
Hello everybody, I'm here in Austin, Texas about five hours away from home! I'm here to compete in State UIL for Headline Writing. While I was out and about today my friend, MaKenna, and I stopped at a little sandwich shop called Which Wich. Here you can build your own sandwich by marking on a little paper sandwich bag what you want and then putting your name on the bottom. I decided that I was going to get a #5 bag which is the seafood selection. From this bag I selected the Surf & Turf which is crab meat and roast beef; I then chose white bread with swiss cheese, regular mayo and cucumbers. The combination is refreshing and light with a touch of sweetness from the crab meat and a light crunch from the cucumber and a hearty taste in the roast beef. So, if you are ever in Austin and you feel the need for the perfect sandwich on a hot day, just stop in to Which Wich and get this lovely seafood surf and turf sandwich. It's sure to hit you just right!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Another (Not So) Happy Ending
Boyfriends, oh how they can create such termoil among girls of our age. My current boyfriend, Kevin, lives out of town in the town I grew up in about 30 miles south of where we live.
fact- I am a very big flirt in my school, though you can ask any of the boys here and they will tell you that I never mean anything by it.
At first he seemed perfect. He was the same boy I had always known through my childhood. We grew up together, so how different could he be, right?
Wrong.
Subtle hints began making themselves present by the third time we got to go out together. We were walking through the mall in Abilene when I saw a guy I thought I knew. My attention focused and my head snapped to the right. I let my eyes train on his features, annalyzing his every move. Finally, after a moment's pause filled with some sort of heavy hesitation, I came to the conclusion that it was a trick of movement; nobody familiar as I had first suspected. I turned my face back to walking and paid no mind to my impulsive action until I heard a familiar voice in an unfamiliar tone ask a double ended question. To my left, the words running out of his mouth like taffy laced in poison, I heard Kevin ask, "Do you know him, babe?" His tone held suspicion and threat; either at me or the boy, I don't know, but it left me stricken.
We have now been seperated for two weeks and I can feel the relief like a summer rain.
fact- I am a very big flirt in my school, though you can ask any of the boys here and they will tell you that I never mean anything by it.
At first he seemed perfect. He was the same boy I had always known through my childhood. We grew up together, so how different could he be, right?
Wrong.
Subtle hints began making themselves present by the third time we got to go out together. We were walking through the mall in Abilene when I saw a guy I thought I knew. My attention focused and my head snapped to the right. I let my eyes train on his features, annalyzing his every move. Finally, after a moment's pause filled with some sort of heavy hesitation, I came to the conclusion that it was a trick of movement; nobody familiar as I had first suspected. I turned my face back to walking and paid no mind to my impulsive action until I heard a familiar voice in an unfamiliar tone ask a double ended question. To my left, the words running out of his mouth like taffy laced in poison, I heard Kevin ask, "Do you know him, babe?" His tone held suspicion and threat; either at me or the boy, I don't know, but it left me stricken.
We have now been seperated for two weeks and I can feel the relief like a summer rain.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Dress-Bag Slicker
I just got home from a day full of running around in the rain and just 'doing stuff'. I have had a lot of fun today and I just want to say that the new movie, "XMen Origins: Wolverine" is amazing. I love it and I felt like it ended WAY too soon. (And for all you mom's that love Wolverine, there are a few very sexy scenes. Not in a perverted sex-scene kind of way, more of a shirtless moment but happyl and then a naked-run-away-fear-and-confusion moment where you don't really see anything) Oh my, his body is way amazing and fit and gorgeous.
A moment from earlier today:
The lightning sent a camera's flash through the window of the small building. All it's occupants gasped and looked out into the world on the other side. A real life movie from the 20's. Everything was in black and white, no color, just shades of grey moving in a sort of shaken shadow. Small gusts of wind pushed lines of rain towards the door in some unknown rhythm. The spots littering the ground danced in a waltz with increasing furocity.
Inside, the lights were bright and the air too stiff. The whites were too white and the colors too bold. The silence was too heavy and the tension and concentration coming from the people's eyes were almost solid.
Everyone was done with what they needed, but all were too attached to their too-white and too-dry moment that they were all afraid to leave through the waiting doors. Two of them stand, walk to the doors, push them open, and disappear into the old film.
Outside the barrier of the starched room, the two laugh and run towards their silently waiting vehicle. One door opens a moment just before the other and they launch themsleves into the seats. The rain finds a few seconds between the time they land and the closing of the doors to push its way into the car and onto their seats, laps, and floorboards. The doors close as a few desperate drops fight their way into the closing spaces. More luaghter erupts when they realize they are drenched on all the points of their bodys that face the sky.
Just a moment passes by before the two notice the perfect block that was the shop is broken for a second time as the doors swing open once more. Two bodies erupt from the white area. The sign above the door reading 'TAILOR' flickers once as the two bodies, covered in dress bags with face-holes cut in them, run across the parking lot to their own vehicle.
At the sight of two grown women, running through the grey rain in dress bags, the first two let even more laughter flow throughout the little car like a new perfume. It envelopes them in a colorful warmth that can't be dried by the 20's storm outside, or confined by the perfectly white box in front of them.
Ok, that was just a funny moment today. The rain really came out of no where. I mean, it was misting all day and then, as we were sitting there, BAM, it just hit us. The sky's bottom broke and I swear I saw a few chuncks of it hit the ground in the midsts of all the rain droplets! Now, if you've ever seen grown women run in dress bags, then you can laugh like that. However, if you havn't, it's something worth seeing at least once in your life if you ever get the rare chance.
Alright, I suppose I ought to go to bed now. I have extra stuff to get done tomorrow. I hope that I didn't get to descriptive and that you all actually caught the funniness in the moment.
A moment from earlier today:
The lightning sent a camera's flash through the window of the small building. All it's occupants gasped and looked out into the world on the other side. A real life movie from the 20's. Everything was in black and white, no color, just shades of grey moving in a sort of shaken shadow. Small gusts of wind pushed lines of rain towards the door in some unknown rhythm. The spots littering the ground danced in a waltz with increasing furocity.
Inside, the lights were bright and the air too stiff. The whites were too white and the colors too bold. The silence was too heavy and the tension and concentration coming from the people's eyes were almost solid.
Everyone was done with what they needed, but all were too attached to their too-white and too-dry moment that they were all afraid to leave through the waiting doors. Two of them stand, walk to the doors, push them open, and disappear into the old film.
Outside the barrier of the starched room, the two laugh and run towards their silently waiting vehicle. One door opens a moment just before the other and they launch themsleves into the seats. The rain finds a few seconds between the time they land and the closing of the doors to push its way into the car and onto their seats, laps, and floorboards. The doors close as a few desperate drops fight their way into the closing spaces. More luaghter erupts when they realize they are drenched on all the points of their bodys that face the sky.
Just a moment passes by before the two notice the perfect block that was the shop is broken for a second time as the doors swing open once more. Two bodies erupt from the white area. The sign above the door reading 'TAILOR' flickers once as the two bodies, covered in dress bags with face-holes cut in them, run across the parking lot to their own vehicle.
At the sight of two grown women, running through the grey rain in dress bags, the first two let even more laughter flow throughout the little car like a new perfume. It envelopes them in a colorful warmth that can't be dried by the 20's storm outside, or confined by the perfectly white box in front of them.
Ok, that was just a funny moment today. The rain really came out of no where. I mean, it was misting all day and then, as we were sitting there, BAM, it just hit us. The sky's bottom broke and I swear I saw a few chuncks of it hit the ground in the midsts of all the rain droplets! Now, if you've ever seen grown women run in dress bags, then you can laugh like that. However, if you havn't, it's something worth seeing at least once in your life if you ever get the rare chance.
Alright, I suppose I ought to go to bed now. I have extra stuff to get done tomorrow. I hope that I didn't get to descriptive and that you all actually caught the funniness in the moment.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Music Kind of Gal
Friends and Highschool
How fickle an effect these things can have on one another.
Strange how we all get our friends, our best friends, the ones we hold on to and follow around loyally. We stick by their sides and then we stand up for them. We follow them to class and ride in their vehicles. We smile and laugh and cry and hold. Our friends that we hold onto so desperately because it seems to be the only thing that can get us through the day in our horrible schools. How funny does it seem that these strong relations are the easiest to break. Relations that change and alter and break and grow.
Friends and Highschool. You think they will last forever, but then life crawls up and descides to show you who is really in charge.
Strange how we all get our friends, our best friends, the ones we hold on to and follow around loyally. We stick by their sides and then we stand up for them. We follow them to class and ride in their vehicles. We smile and laugh and cry and hold. Our friends that we hold onto so desperately because it seems to be the only thing that can get us through the day in our horrible schools. How funny does it seem that these strong relations are the easiest to break. Relations that change and alter and break and grow.
Friends and Highschool. You think they will last forever, but then life crawls up and descides to show you who is really in charge.
The Proper Blogger Society
I just had a major break-through! While surfing other bloggers' sites I noticed that they all had very interesting and custome headlines. I wanted this. It seemed to me to be some sort of sign that they were all 'real bloggers', they all took this to a new level.
Strange how the teenage mind thinks, isn't it?
The things we don't have make us different. They make us feel either younger, older, smaller, left out, or part of something better.
So I set out on a mission. I'm not one to be left out of the 'loop' (haha, from in(side) the loop, one of my favorite blogs).
I pulled out my trusty and handy photoshop and set about making a headline for my blog. Took me two days to come up with something that sat satisfactory with my tastes and the feel I wanted for my blog.
taste and feel
Does anyone else find it strage that we convey things we can only see or read to taste and feel? How odd is it that we associate the other senses with sight. Writers, how we twist our language to convey our deepest emotions and thoughts.
Finally, it came to be time to place the image in my blog. What a task this in of itself proved to be!
At last, I have the header that I felt made me 'belong' to this type of elite blogger society.
I'm extremely happy to feel this connection with you other bloggers. haha
How strange we teens are.
Strange how the teenage mind thinks, isn't it?
The things we don't have make us different. They make us feel either younger, older, smaller, left out, or part of something better.
So I set out on a mission. I'm not one to be left out of the 'loop' (haha, from in(side) the loop, one of my favorite blogs).
I pulled out my trusty and handy photoshop and set about making a headline for my blog. Took me two days to come up with something that sat satisfactory with my tastes and the feel I wanted for my blog.
taste and feel
Does anyone else find it strage that we convey things we can only see or read to taste and feel? How odd is it that we associate the other senses with sight. Writers, how we twist our language to convey our deepest emotions and thoughts.
Finally, it came to be time to place the image in my blog. What a task this in of itself proved to be!
At last, I have the header that I felt made me 'belong' to this type of elite blogger society.
I'm extremely happy to feel this connection with you other bloggers. haha
How strange we teens are.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
