My thoughts on getting ready for a trip

So, let's face it, you've never really been on a trip by yourself. Well, there was that one time when you were ten and went with a friend, but that was only for a week. This one is for three weeks. THREE WHOLE WEEKS. Without your family. And your mom is already having separation anxiety, even though you don't leave her for a week and a half. And it has basically been planned six months previous. And it's not like your heading into a war zone or anything. You were born there and you have friends. And you won't have to navigate the airports alone, either. But then you start thinking about not seeing your mom and dad and sister. Jeez, you see them EVERY DAY, this will be a change. And for dad, it will be four weeks, not three. Which is a freaking month for Pete's sake. And of course you'll email and videochat and send postcards and stuff. You've even updated your address book. You have a pile of things you're bringing in the middle of your room, but there is the problem of finding a suitcase. Of course the one you usually use is broken.(You broke it last year) And when you look at thrift stores, you only find ones that are even more broken than your old one. And when you resign yourself to suck it up and go to the mall to look for one, and you find the perfect one, and you look at the price tag and.... it's a freaking $100.00 or more suitcase. And you just say, "nope." and walk out, and your trip to the mall is wasted until you find a cute flannel jacket, but you didn't want to go to the mall anyway. And now, you have only, like, four days to pack and you're scrambling for everything you need, and you don't even have a suitcase yet and your mom is making you clean your room "as a gift to your future self" but it's just adding more things you don't want to do before you leave in.... oh my god, five days?! WHAT THE FUDGE?! You don't really care what your room looks like, you're a messy person as it is and you can't concentrate when things are superclean. You will definitely not end up dating an OCD. You are a clutterhead! And it's not like when friends come over who are not your best friend and know you better than you know yourself, and you totally don't feel self conscious about your pigsty room with pictures of Lady Gaga, Madonna, and Jennifer Lawrence taped to the wall. And you definitely don't feel judged when you show them your gorilla art that is.... EVERYWHERE. Anyway, you still have dance classes, and homeschool, and writing group's first meeting is tomorrow and you're not sure you even want to share your writing with strangers, even though the whole writing group was your idea in the first place. Sigh. And, like, 50% of why you're going is to film a movie with your buddy, who wrote a fabulous script and asked you be the star and of course you said yes because you love acting and you love your buddy, but it will totally demand all your acting skills and you don't even know if you're that good. But of course you'll give it your all. But you don't know how big your "all" will end up being. And you don't know if the three weeks will fly by, or seem like forever. And your little sister is driving you CRAZY but you know you will miss her terribly. And no matter how hard you try to be nice to everyone, you end up going full out Snapdragon Princess. And maybe there are other conflicting emotions with something that has nothing to do with the whole trip, but is NOT HELPING AT ALL. And you just want to climb into bed and watch the last episode of the 8th season of Doctor Who, Death In Heaven, because you are loyal to the show and have never skipped an episode in your life and can't wait to find out what happens to Mr. Pink and Clara and everybody. And you just have to calm down and breathe, and take a moment to think about all these things and then let them go for now.

my 13th turning

At 2:56, Saturday, the 20th of June, I turned 13. I know in the past, i have done things like, eleven things you need to know about me when I turned eleven. So I'm going to do thirteen things you didn't know about me. Here we go...

1. I can't stand the sound of nails on chalkboard
2. I have never had fish fingers and custard (if you get this DW joke, tell me in the comments)
3. I absolutely LOVE thunderstorms
4. My favorite animal is an elephant
5. If I had the choice to choose between throwing up or having diarrhea, I'd choose throwing up
6. I hate avocados
7. I prefer coffee to apple juice
8. I'm scared of heights
9. I'm a movie star (here's a link to one of my amazing performances)
10. I want to be a graphic novel artist
11. One of my favorite movies is Enchanted. Look it up if you don't know it
12. I LOVE swimming in the ocean
13. I write books

AND NOW.... drum role, please.... THE STUFF I GOT FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

• I got two chocolate bars from Pockets
• I got colored pens from Erin
• I got a stuffed Adipose from Ani
• I got a home made Doctor Who TARDIS blanket from Mom
• I got a Doctor Who Don't Blink Weeping Angel necklace from Dad
• I got a Wreck this journal from Grandma D and Grandpa Greg
• I got two pretty shirts from Morfar and Grandma Liz
• I got the Theatre Illuminata series from Mormor
• I got a Target gift card from Mormor
• I got a Barns and Noble gift card from L.E.A.
• I got another Chocolate bar from Abby
• I got a beautiful home made necklace from Hannah
• I got a sea green sweater from L.E.A.
• I got a cheesecake from Erin
• I got the Hunger Games books from Mom
• I got a cute tank-top from L.E.A.
• I got an Inside Out book from Grandma D and Grandpa Greg
• I got a summer dress from L.E.A.
• I got a shopping trip from Dad
• I got a Doctor Who comic from L.E.A.
• I got a sketch book Grandma D and Grandpa Greg

I think this is all, but if I remember something I forgot, I will let you all know. HAVE A NICE DAY!

Eliza

Kentucky bound

On Monday, the 18th of May, my mom and dad and sister and I will be piling into the car and heading down to Kentucky. We are going to see dear relatives, Dave and Monica and Rio the dog and Lucy the goose (no offence, Lucy the person!) We will be staying two nights there, one in a hotel with a pool. YAY! But before we leave, mom and I are performing on Saturday and Sunday with our fellow Calliope Feminist Choir singers. Mom is a Soprano 2, I a Soprano 1. Apparently I can reach all those off-the-scale notes. That's news to me :) We have to wear purple for the performance, so I'm wearing a beautiful, long, purple and white patterned dress that goes over my toes, at least it did when I last wore it. Maybe I've grown. I hope so.
I know my dear mother, Slim Pickins, will be posting all about our upcoming plans. Click here to be transported to her blog, Plot55.