My One and Only Vice

So normally for Lent, I give up a myriad of items and activities and come up with a huge list of goals for myself, but this Lent, I just came up with three: 1. Give up diet pepsi. 2. run at least 3 times a week. 3. do something nice for someone every day. Well, the only one I can say I stuck to is giving up diet pepsi. Actually, I got better towards the end of Lent with running, but then I got sick and I just got my wisdom teeth out, so now I've put a hold on my running. And I'm sure I've done one nice thing for someone every day during Lent, even if I wasn't thinking about it while I was doing it. But diet pepsi is my one and only vice and on Sunday I can have it. Well, that is if I can actually eat anything on Sunday because I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday and haven't eaten anything since Wednesday night. Last night was my favorite day of Lent, actually probably of the whole church season, but I didn't go to Mass or visit churches because I was high off the anesthesia and the vicodin... But anyway, hopefully it will all be good soon. Maybe I'll be able to eat something today =] Haha. I don't know if I'll be able to deal with carbonation by Sunday though, which would make me so sad because I LOVE DIET PEPSI. I've had cravings all Lent, but thankfully right now I'm not craving anything... It's really weird not wanting to eat anything... really weird and unusual for me... anyway I've already lost weight from having my wisdom teeth out haha so I guess that's good.

love,
grace

A Beautiful Mess

Far far, there's this little girl
she was praying for something to happen to her
everyday she writes words and more words
just to spit out the thoughts that keep floating inside
and she's strong when the dreams come cos' they
take her, cover her, they are all over
the reality looks far now, but don't go

How can you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside
how can you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside
oh oh oh oh

Far far, there's this little girl
she was praying for something good to happen to her
from time to time there are colors and shapes
dazzling her eyes, tickling her hands
they invent her a new world with
oil skies and aquarel rivers
but don't you run away already
please don't go oh oh

How can you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside
how an you stay outside?
there's a beautiful mess inside
Take a deep breath and dive
there's a beautiful mess inside
how can you stay outside?

There's a beautiful mess
beautiful mess inside
Oh beautiful, beautiful

Far far there's this little girl
she was praying for something big to happen to her
every night she hears beautiful strange music
it's everywhere there's nowhere to hide
but if it fades she begs"oh lord don't take it from me, don't take it
"She says, "I guess i'll have to give it birth
to give it birth
i guess, i guess, i guess i have to give it birth
i guess i have to, have to give it birth
there's a beautiful mess inside and it's everywhere
Just look at yourself nowdeep inside
deeper than you ever dared
there's a beautiful mess insidebeautiful mess inside

Far far by Yael Naim

Ahhh!!!

http://www.savethewords.org/

I love it.

He's quite the charmer...

Dick Van Dyke is so neglected. He's so handsome, witty, talented, and he has a classic charm. Ahhhh I love him! Haha I was just watching him as Albert Peterson in Bye Bye, Birdie so that spurred on my need to post his beautiful face on my blog =]

love,
grace

It's all the rage in classrooms...

When I started my Chemistry of Life class this semester, two girls at my table would always be doing Sudokus. One day this girl, Kelli, asked me if I wanted one and I said sure. I didn't know how to play. I knew the number nine was important and that the boxes, rows, and columns all mattered, but I didn't have a clue what I was doing. So I asked my friend Becky and she showed me what to do. I became OBSESSED. After I finished my first game there was no stopping me. Now, I have a little Sudoku pack that I carry with me everywhere I go. And I'm not the only one. At any given time, if I look around my classroom, there will be AT LEAST two other people playing Sudoku. It's addicting. Granted I'm not the best or the fastest Sudoku player. I race against my friend Tom in Chem of Life all the time and he always wins, but I'm getting there. It's so much fun, it's a challenge, and it's better than texting or just plain not paying attention in class because it does have your mind going.

Hilary & Tom

Tom and I are 14 months apart... exactly. My birthday is December 8, 1990, his is February 8, 1992. So, except for the first year and two months of my life, Tommy has always been around.

I guess we're lucky. We get along extremely well. We hug, we hang out, we'll laugh together, make fun of our family and friends, make fun of ourselves, tell each other secrets, keep each other's secrets, dance...

"Someday, you guys are going to be best friends," our parents would always say. I never believed them. But in a way I guess it's true. Tom doesn't know everything, but he knows a lot, and I do consider him to be one of my best friends.

One good thing about having your brother as your best friends is that even if you fight, you know it will be fine. I don't think Tom and I ever apologize to each other anymore. We'll be mad at each other for a little while and then we just know that it's alright and we can move on. We have an understanding. That's a luxury I do not have with my other friends. Often times, I'd much rather move on and forget about it... whether I am on the accepting or the giving side of the apology.


So I'm Tom's only sister. Whenever I tried to find out who he liked he wouldn't tell me. So I guess in my mind, girlwise in Tom's life, it was me and my mom. I guess that's why it was weird for me to see him with his date at Junior Prom this weekend.


I'm not always going to be the girl that Tom comes to for advice. I'm not always going to be the girl that he talks to when he's frustrated, jokes around with, laughs with, fights with. Someday he's going to find another girl to do all that with and I'll just be his big sister. It feels really strange for me, really sad. It feels like the end of an era.

I'm leaving next year, and while I'm worried that it might tear us apart, I can only hope and pray that the physical distance brings us closer together. I am truly blessed to have such a great brother. I always get comments like, "Wow, you and your brother get along so well--I wish I was that close to my brother," or "You guys have a really strange relationship. I don't ever talk to my brother." I think it's sad that siblings don't get along and I'm so glad that I landed in the family I'm in. I don't know where I would be without Tom. He's there for me through thick and thin and he doesn't ever betray me. Well, he might make fun of me in front of my friends, but usually he's pretty good about being nice to me =]

It's gotta be that can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, world-series kind of stuff.