my birthday party!!

It was fantastic, you guys. Simply wonderful. To protect everyone from creepy stalkers and stuff, I'm not going to post pictures or the several amazingly funny videos on here. But if we are Facebook friends, go check it out. Seriously, check out the videos, because they might have to come down soon if the subjects of the videos find out they're on facebook.

But yeah. It was really great to have almost everyone I love all together on my birthday eating and talking and laughing. It was super great and I am so, so grateful to everyone that came.

Yay!!

Love,
Lizzy ;)

look, something shiny!

Look, brown people. Who are they? What are they doing? Why did this picture come up when I typed in "wheelbarrow full of syrup" into Google Images?

Well, really I am posting about finals and moving out. Because I am taking finals and moving out, in case you didn't get that, you fools. I have two finals left, psychology and book of mormon. I spectacularly failed my philosophy one, which naturally means that I now don't care about any of my grades. Still, I have sort of studied and will probably do reasonably well. Either way I am cool with it. I am thinking of becoming a professional surfer anyways. You don't need a degree for that, do you?

Also I am moving out. My stuff is in boxes that I have hidden because I cannot work in a messy room.

I miss Clad (or Chod, thanks Annaliese) a lot. Sometimes it is like I am being tazed in the heart and I'm all, "OMG, WTF are you tazing my heart??" And the invisible tazing person is all, "Just like for a good time and in case you forgot that you still can't see your best friend for the next 718 days. You can't call him either. Or text him. You are ALL ALONE except for me and I'm tazing you. Also, you have imagined me because you may have developed schizophrenia. Good thing you know what that is because you are a psych major." And I'm all, "That is uncool, man." And he's all, "Are you a professional surfer?" And I'm like, "Dude, I am totally trying to be. Surfboard. Wicked."

Love,

Lizzy

Pro Surfboarder in Training

i'm all alone, there's no one here beside me..

Well, sad news, all. Clad, my best friend and the boy I adore, went into the MTC today. He is a great, great guy and so of course he is serving a mission. It is a wonderful opportunity and he and his family will be so blessed for it. I am so excited to see how he grows as a person and to hear about all of the wonderful experiences he has. But at the same time, I'm completely devastated. Now that I know he's not reading this, I can tell you--I want to marry that boy. I've never met anyone whom I love as much as him, who makes me laugh so hard, who is always there for me, who would do anything for me, who loves me so much. I've never felt so safe, loved, and accepted as when I am with him.

I have great confidence in our future when he gets back from his mission. The mission is absolutely necessary if our relationship is to work in the very long term, like we hope it will. But still. Two years...it is a little bit heartbreaking. I'll be okay, though. I've got lots of support from great friends and family and I'm going to France in just under 3 weeks.

It will get easier. It will be okay soon enough. And when he comes back, then it will be absolutely awesome.

Love,

Lizzy :/

devin stuffing her face like always

The title of this post is irrelevant; thanks to Jenna, whenever I can't think of a good title for a post, I just use one of our newspaper headlines for the Thunderbolt that never quite made it. I was Headline Queen in high school journalism. Although come to think of it, my headlines went downhill towards the end. I became maybe a bit TOO fond of colon headlines and the phrase "not just for kids anymore." Ex: "Sledding: not just for kids anymore." "Pizza: not just for kids anymore." "Love: not just for kids anymore."

That photo is not blood. It is red nail polish that fell from the cupboard shelf into the sink when I opened the medicine cabinet. The bottle broke and the nail polish exploded. It was a horrible mess to clean up, but the pictures sure look awesome. Also, my life is so weird.

In other news, Clad gave his farewell talk at church today. It was grand, grand, we are all very excited for him. Well, last night I cried, but now I am done crying and focusing on being excited for him, also supportive, etc. Deep down inside, I just want to run through the sliding glass doors screaming NOOOOOO! However, that seems a bit melodramatic even for me, and I've already broken one set of sliding glass doors in my day, two seems like it's pushing it.

brief Modern Family quote interlude: "Maybe its because I knew her in high school, when she had braces, acne, a pill addiction, and a nervous breakdown ending with her running through the sliding glass doors screaming EVERYONE'S A ROBOT!"

Why did I fall in love? Was it a bad idea? Was it even an idea? Couldn't I have waited a few years? False. Everything will end up exactly as it should be and I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't trade one moment of the past year and a half for anything in the world. That sounds cliched, but I am being totally serious. Its many times more than worth it.

To be fair, though, the whole no-contact-except-writing, being-on-opposite-sides-of-the-world-for-two-years thing sucks.

Still. Its all good. It is all worth it. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...

Love,

Lizzy :)

facebook status: fact or fiction?

My facebook status recently changed. Those of you who are not members of my family or very close friends may be confused by this. My explanation is, I am tired of trying to explain it, because my life is insane and you have to be a cross-country runner to keep up. Literally, most of my friends are cross-country runners. So yes, I am in a relationship, yes, it is with the same guy that I have been with for over a year, yes, we have had our ups and downs, yes, we are happy, and yes, we plan on staying together for a long, long time to come.

That is all.

Love,

Lizzy