Painfully slow.

I recently heard "Stand" by Rascall Flatts... it's an okay song, but I really like the line "life's like a novel with the end ripped out." It's such a good analogy, it makes me laugh.

I'm a really fast reader. Or so I'm told. I've never been able to devour good books as fast as I would like for myself. After I realized that life really is like a novel with the end ripped out, I also realized why I wish my life would go just a little faster. It's not that I mind living it this slow, as a matter of fact, I wish I could live it a little slower. But I do wish that I could read it faster. It feels like, at the end of every day, I open the book of my life and watch an invisible pen write one sentence in an excruciatingly careful hand. And I read that one sentence over and over. It doesn't take long to memorize it. And the next day I wake up and live another sentence. For me, this is torture. I'm so interested in how my story turns out! My life is a book that I would stay up all night to finish, but I don't have that option. I guess that's actually a good thing though, because it probably wouldn't be as much fun to live it if you'd already read the entire story.

Actually, now that I think about it, I probably don't truly want to read it. I'd rather not know about the bad things ahead of time. But I do wish I could know a little about the good things... Ah, well. I'm off to start another line of my life.

~Lizzie

Ugh.... is like, the theme of my life right now.

*elaborate cough* *wheeze* *gasp for air* *pants* *returns to semi-but-not-really-normal breathing* Okay, so I definitely got the cold. I swam yesterday... probably a bad idea. I was going to swim today too, but Daddy and 2 of my friends talked me out of it. So I sat around and watched. And I missed water polo. *sob* I love water polo. :(

I'm feeling much better than I did earlier though.... so I guess it's a good thing that I didn't swim.

Anyway, this might be TMI for some of you, so read at your own risk, but I was just musing about how colds progress. For me, they usually start out with a sore throat. And I always think that I can get rid of it before it moves on to my sinuses. Never happens... I think all the tinctures and herbs I take merely force the germs to a different location. But that's okay, because by the time they move, I'm ready for them to just LEAVE MY THROAT ALONE. Scratchiness gets so irritating. And then, about the time that the trashcan in my room is completely full of tissues, I'm ready for the cough stage. Anything to not use ANOTHER box of tissues. Coughing is so convenient... you only need to cover your mouth with your hand (or, the way that spreads less germs, coughing into the crook of your elbow) and not carry around a lifetime supply of Kleenex. The problem is that the coughing stage doesn't leave nearly so obligingly as the other two stages. Coughing stays with me. I guess it knows that once it leaves I'll finally be well again. And certainly, being in a prayer meeting and needing to cough so bad that you start choking and tearing up in an attempt to keep from disrupting the meeting with you nerve-wracking, hacking cough is annoying as well. But, still, better than the itch and the roller-suitcase full of tissue boxes.

~Lizzie

*shudders*

I watch movies to escape real life. I DO NOT watch movies to see the hero killed right after the heroine finally gives in and admits to loving him. That was probably the worst movie I've ever seen in that respect.

I have two main rules for entertainment: 1. The good people always live happily ever after and 2. The bad people either realize the error of their ways, or are punished for their misdeeds and rendered incapable of interfering in the happily ever after of the heros and heroines.

Now I'm depressed. Is entertainment supposed to make you depressed? I DON'T THINK SO!

~Lizzie

Weekends are like... 2 days out of 7

So this just randomly popped into my head last night:

During weekdays it's like you're riding around the block of your neighborhood... shotgun in a convertible sports car... with a crazy maniac driving. Swerving all over the place, stopping and starting randomly...etc. On the weekend, your crazy chauffeur stops at your house for a quick break. While you're inside, trying desperately to calm down, and get as much rest as fast as possible, he's still in the car. Reving the engine, blaring music, and occasionally honking the horn. Once your time's up, you're back out there for another go-around.

*is rather proud of herself for accidentally thinking of such a perfect analogy*

--Sarah

Some things should never be shared....

*glares at Sarah* Thanks, but no thanks. (She's sharing her cold.) So now I'm frying myself in my Seahawks sweatshirt, sweatpants and socks and I just had the worst breakfast imaginable.... trying to fix the effects of Sarah's generosity before I actually really get sick. Right now all I have is a slight sore throat.

Here's a picture of my delectable morning meal:

From left to right, we have: a glass of water (for taking the pile of vitamins on the right), a small glass of echinacea tincture mixed with concentrated cranberry juice to disguise the awful taste. Then a glass of grapefruit juice mixed with superfood. *gag* Superfood is comprised of seaweed and orange peels, among other things just as disgusting. And now I'm sucking on a Vitamin C tablet. I think it's supposed to be orange flavored.

And yes, I used three glasses just so I could give you a picture.

So it's only 9:30 and so far my day isn't going so good. Besides the beginnings of a cold, the Hawks baseball game that I was looking forward to was canceled. *pout* And on top of that, the Plugged In Online review for Eagle Eye came out, and it's not good.

*sigh*

~Lizzie

Never watch trilogies..

Pirates of the Caribbean, LOTR, X-Men .... all started out okay/good and ended terrible. It's like the producers go, "Ah, I know, let's sucker some people in with 2 great movies and then bum them out with the 3rd. If we all do it, they'll never suspect that we're intentionally disappointing them, they'll just think it was slump. And then we do it all over again with another trilogy. And what really great is that when the first movie comes out, they won't know it's a trilogy, so even if they figure it out, we can still grab them with the first movie and have them so hooked on the story-line that they'll watch the others anyway, even though they know that it'll be horrible."

The director of the Bourne trilogy messed it up though. He did an entirely good series and woke up the public, and now we can recognize horrible endings. I'm not sure whether or not to be grateful. Anyway, all that to say, *spoiler*

Never watch the X-Men series. At the end of the trilogy, the hero kills the heroine to protect humanity when all he had to do was give her a shot. And it would have been just as easy to give her the shot as kill her. It royally stunk.

I can't believe the ratio of movies I like to movies I despise.

~Lizzie

Radical Wednesday

We had a nice prayer meeting, with only a few interruptions.... David fell out of his chair, (read more about that here) some mature people over the age of 10 were playing with.... shoes. Someone had an unfortunate case of the hic-ups, a stack of boxes were almost knocked over by someone, and another someone tried to steal someone else's keys. All during prayer.

I really enjoyed the meeting though, after we stopped talking about all the disturbing things going on in America, even more so than usual because Mr. M was there and brought his guitar so we got to sing. The M's don't come very often.

Then after the meeting, we were all standing in the parking lot talking (pretending to leave) and two of the *respectable* older boys found... a squished snake. Yep. And then? They picked it up. Yes, with their bare hands. Boys are so weird. And THEN..... the older one (you'd think he'd know better... being 19, right? No.) takes it over to his sister and wiggles it by her shoulder. She and I thought it was fake at first. *I* didn't believe that they were crazy enough to TOUCH it if it was real. So then we realized it was real and freaked out. AND THEY WERE STILL HOLDING IT. *shudders* That is soooo much worse than the typical chase-girl-with-a-frog trick..... UGH!

*shudders again*

~Lizzie