end of may report

so this past weekend went really well. left me dead tired, but still went really well. i finally got to do something other than sit at home on saturday! brandon graduated, and i attended his commencement, which i thought went well. wasn't nearly as grueling as any other graduation ceremony i've ever been to. even ben's valedictorian speech was nice. so yeah, commencement was cool...and of course, the party was even better. :) got to hang out with friends i haven't seen for months, got to meet some of brandon's family, and overall, got to just relax and have fun. then on sunday and monday i started my new job...prehistoric forest. lol. it's...interesting, to say the least. i'm really happy im finally working, especially at a place that's so tolerable. it'll keep me busy and not-broke (for once) during the summer. AND! school's almost over! atleast for this year...i really, really, really wish i could be done now. it feels like i'm a senior because of the classes i have and kids i hang around with. my name has actually gotten the prefix "except for". example: a teacher says "everyone will be taking the exam this thursday, as it is the senior's last day, except for liz." or, "everyone's last day will be thursday, except for liz." i guess it could go the other way too...like, "everyone is going to fail this test, except for liz." (i've never heard that one yet, though). perhaps it's rather endearing to them, as i've become a bit of a pet to the senior class, but it's still awfully depressing for me. anyway...summer break is almost here, and i'm pretty sure it's gonna be awesome.

Samson

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth

I have to go, I have to go

Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed

Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonder bread and

Went right back to bed

And the history books forgot about us

And the bible didn't mention us

No the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall

I loved you first, I loved you first

Beneath the stars came falling on our heads

But they're just old light, they're just old light

Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red

Told me i was beautiful and

Came into my bed

Oh i cut his hair myself one night

A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light

And he told me that i'd done alright

And kissed me till the morning light, the morning light

Samson went back to bed

Not much hair left on his head

Ate a slice of wonder bread and

Went right back to bed

Oh we couldn't bring the columns down

Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one

And the history books forgot about us

And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall

I loved you first

I hate the Media.

Poor Miley Cyrus. God, i feel so bad for the girl. Seriously, all this crap over one picture? Mind you, a picture taken at a classy Vanity Fair shoot, by a renowned photographer. Not only was Miley's family there to approve of the photos and support her, but they all agreed that it was a good shot. I think it was a beautiful picture. People have to understand that she's getting older too. It's not like she was posing for Playboy, sprawled out on a bed in stilettos. For goodness sakes, she had pants on when they took the picture! From what I've read, everyone was in agreeance that it was an alright picture until the magazine came out, the media started to make a fuss, and then she got embarassed. Now they've got Donny and Marie Osmond on Entertainment Tonight, saying how big of a mistake it was, and that they're disappointed in her. Who are they to say what she should and shouldn't do? It was the decision of herself and her parents. I really think she needs to stand up for herself and have confidence in her decisions. That photo was not trashy. I don't understand how everybody thinks they need to gasp in shock. Have they walked out of their front door lately, turned on their TV or computer? There are so many unsightly, disgusting things in the world, and they think a picture like that is shameful? NO, she's not turning into a troubled teen. NO, she's not going to be the next Brittney. And NO, she should NOT be ashamed.

crazy women

so sylvia plath scares me...she really does. i mean, she's dead, but she freaks me out. the more i read her poems, the more i like them. they're just what i would write if i had any talent. and then comes her novel 'the bell jar'. i'm over half way through it, but i'm not sure i want to finish. it's all about a girl named esther who's about 22, living in the 50s. although she's very smart and has a lot of college scholarships and other great opportunities in her life, she somehow slips into insanity. (and i would assume that she'll atleast attempt suicide later in the book). this mirrors sylvia plath's own life, which mirrors mine. (sidenote: for one thing, if i could choose any decade to live in, it'd definetly be the 50s. lol) in real life, sylvia lived in the 50s. i think anne sexton lived around that time too, another great woman poet, in my opinion. i have so many similar feelings and thoughts to these women. or maybe i just like dark, tortured people. thing is, they both killed themselves. i wish i were alive back then to talk to sylvia, maybe i could make some sense of myself. maybe i could be her friend, and convince her to keep living. maybe i'd just end up going crazy with her. sometimes i worry that that'll be my fate as well.