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Come hang out.

-Nova.

Respect

Let's face it. I'm dehydrated. It's true. The worst part is that if I wanted to, I could get up and get myself a glass of water.

I haven't gotten up yet.

If one of you lovely people were telling someone who doesn't know about yours truely, and that was how you were describing me, lazy, that person would- right off the bat- not respect me.

I've been thinking about respect some, lately. Mostly just today, though. I have this one friend that, I have realized, I'm losing total respect for. Now, you have to understand, this guy is the guy. The one everybody wants to be and everybody hates, but everybody loves at the same time. It's so annoying! Yet, he's one of my best friends.

Like I said, he's losing my respect. There's this thing that he's gotten into that just changes him. He's not the same when he's with this thing. Most people, if you told them about his thing, would wonder how on earth that could be a bad thing for him, but it is.

Don't get me wrong, I still love this kid. It's just I hate how two-faced he's starting to become. (I know two-faced may sound kind of harsh, but do you have a better way to describe someone who acts one way sometimes and then completely different the rest of the time?)

I have to go to sleep now, children. Do I not finish thoughts I start a lot?

Here's six things you thought you knew about but apparently were wrong.

(It's funny.)

Goodnight,

Nova.

Goodness

Aren't these colours just horrilble? Bleh. Oh well. I'm going to take a shower then go to bed now. Goodnight.

-Nova.

Oh, the Wonders of Being Awake

It's just about 1:30 AM right now. Being awake way early is fun, it really is. I can do whatever I want now and nobody will know but me. The thing is though, sleep is rather necessary to human life, and I haven't enjoyed waking up at 1:30 in the afternoon. Also, it takes a while for the body to get adjusted to sleep patterns such as the one I've fallen into. Normally, I start to get headaches, and, a couple days ago, I really couldn't bend my legs at the hips. It just hurt. I couldn't even sit criss-cross-applesauce. It may have something to do with sitting on my butt for hours on end, though. Hm.

In other news, I had to wake up at 8:30 this morning to go to the podiatrist. It wasn't the most fun experience. It was, however, better than other doctor visits I've had. I was caught off guard, though, when my dad and the doctor we went to see decided that the suggested treatment should be carried out right then and there. Yea, I was rather freaked out. This is one of the few times that I've downright refused a medical treatment instead of just doing it and getting it over with like I normally do. I wish I had a picture of the apparatus the doctor used on me. It was weird. It wasn't a needle, thank goodness. He described it as the medicine getting pushed through/into my skin. Sounds like a wonderful time, right? Well, it was better than a needle. (It still hurt, though.)

Now I'm here. Currently, I'm uploading July fourth pictures to Facebook and listening to "Close to Me (Vengeance Mash-Up)" by The Cure vs. Lil' Wayne. I really like this song. It's like rap laid over something peppy with many horns. (Y'know, like trumpets.) Here, have a listen.

Oh, what joy it is to post something long. It makes me happy. I'm going to go work on an awesome background that will be totally awesome.

That's all, my weasels!

Nova.

(By the way, for those of you who want to know where the chatbox is, I did away with it. Now you actually have to leave comments on my posts! What a concept!)

Well This Is Just Great

I wish I understood HTML enough to put my own background image in. This is extraordinarily frustrating. You don't even know.

I think I'm going to go to sleep now. I apologize for all the short posts.

Goodnight,
Nova.

I Have to See This Movie

Who wants to go with me? (Even if no one will I'm still going.)

-Nova.

Austin: So. I hear you like mudkipz?

Me: Those are the silly fishes that go on land.

Austin: Yea, haha. That's a really funny way to put it.

Me: Silly fish, they belong in water. Don't they know anything?

Austin: This is why you're my friend.

Me: 'Cause I talk about mudkipz in an interesting way?

Austin: Yea.

Me: Makes sense.

Austin: You're funny.

Me: I aim to please.

Do you remember Randy and Lola? The other day I thought of another scene involving those two. Unfortunately, I forgot it. Hmph. Oh well. I'll remember it eventually hopefully.

Now to figure out how to do a new layout. I want a new one!

Goodnight, weasels.

Nova.

I Don't Know... Tube Sock?

I was going to say something. It had to do with me being crazy. Maybe it's me being so obsessed with music. Maybe it's something else. I really don't remember. I want to post something, but I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll just start all my sentences with "I" and "maybe."

If you expect the unexpected, then it's not really unexpected anymore. That means nothing can be unexpected. Unless of course someone spends so much of their time expecting the unexpected that the expected become unexpected! It's an endless cycle of paradoxical horror, and I really don't want to spend my time typing all that out until my fingers begin to bleed.

I really like Led Zeppelin. What do you think of them? If you don't think anything then I think you should agree with me, especially if you're too lazy to go formulate your own opinion. Some people do that, y'know. I'm probably included in that.

This is a Doctor Who shirt.

(It speaks the truth, you know.)

[My first Doctor was David Tennant.]

{I kind of like him, but that may just be because he is my first Doctor.}

(I also like Andy Samberg.)

Do you like my correct usage of various parentheses? Although that may not be right. It probably isn't. No, never mind...

That's all, folks!

Nova.

P.S.

Yes, there will be snacks.

This Song Is Awesome.

Please, take no note of the title of the video. Just listen.

That's all for now, folks.

Nova.

Bro-Am Time, Once Again.

Ah, the Bro-Am. It's the best day on the Lizabethan Calendar. Seriously. This year's was no exception. Waking up at six in the morning, seeing friends that you haven't seen for months, the pictures upon pictures that are taken, the surfing, and, most of all, the music.

The music is always the best part, especially Switchfoot's set. (Duh.) This year's lineup was amazing, though. It included The Almost and OK Go.

Wait, those are the guys who made that video with the treadmills, right?

Yup. They were awesome.

Man, I suck at writing. Here's one of the songs they played at the Bro-Am. (Beware, it's out of tune.)

That's all for now, folks! I'm going to go watch the treadmill video.

Nova.

Hey You! Yea, You With the Tumblr!

I know I already have a Flickr, but the concept of having a website specifically for my photography has always been intriguing. So, I decided to get a Tumblr for it. Yes, I know I already had something on Blogger, but I didn't like it. Not. At. All.

Anyway, here's my Tumblr. For those of you with said blogging platforms, please follow me. Reblog me. Recommend me. (If you don't know how to do that, theres a button on the top that says "Directory." On that page there's another button.) I know I'm just asking you to shamelessly promote me, but hey, I gotta get my name out there somehow.

Now for real things. I've had kind of a nasty cold, lately, and it's gotten to the hacking up a lung point. Every time my throat starts goin' at it, I get freaked out because I've heard so many stories of people breaking ribs because they coughed so hard. I was thinking about it today, and I think it would be cool to break a rib. Yea, I know that sounds crazy, but I kind of just want to have the experience of it, y'know?

No. You don't. You all think I'm crazy for wanting to break a rib. One day someone's going to take what I say too far and call the cops on me.

That's all, folks!

Nova.

So I Guess You Want to Know About Camp, Right?

Foreword

I'm going to tell you about camp now. Some of you might look at this post with an, "Oh my goodness. She is crazy." attitude. It was church camp, after all. Also, what I'm going to say is what I said when I shared what my experience was that week with my team. That and I'm adding a few things. Hope you enjoy it. Here goes.

For the past couple months I haven't really been going to church or youth group. My usual excuse was that I had too much homework, or that I felt sick, and while those things weren't exactly lies, they did tend to stretch the truth. My brother would come home from youth group and tell me about how much everyone missed me, but I didn't really care. I felt like I was losing my emotion. On the last day of eighth grade. when I was saying goodbye to all my friends, everyone was crying except me. I didn't really miss anyone. Not my friends that I was going to see next year, not my boyfriend, and especially not my friends that were going to different schools. A lot of what I did was what I felt like people expected. I wasn't sad. I was indifferent. I felt like I had lost my emotion.

But then I came to camp. I didn't really feel like anything was different, being up there and all. The only thing was that the people were much friendlier. (Evidenced by the two friends I made up there that weren't in my cabin and weren't other Indies.) It was there that I felt my emotion re-surging. I had brought some of the pictures from my school dance along with me, and as I was looking at them one night, I felt a pang of longing. I missed my friends. Then, early Wednesday night, I got a voicemail from Campbell. It was basically him telling me that if I wanted to talk to him it was now (Tuesday night) or never, because he was leaving Wednesday morning. As soon as I was done listening to it, I began to miss him painfully. He was really gone for two whole weeks, with no way to contact him.

That wasn't the most important thing that happened, though. Wednesday night was also worship experience night. I went around with my cabin to several different places where we worshiped in ways other than just singing songs. In one of the rooms, you were asked to make up your own psalm to God. (Like the book in the Bible.) On the wall where you were supposed to write, I wrote, "He's still there. He's still there. He's still there. Waiting." Lately, I had been wondering if God was even there. I couldn't feel Him, or anything else for that matter.

The Worship Experience ended in singing songs of praise in the ampitheatre where we met every night for our lesson. It was there, while everyone was singing "Amazing Grace" where I started crying. I shed what is probably the most tears that I've ever shed in my entire life. I just kept crying. I loved it. I felt God in that moment right there. As I was shedding my tears I kept thinking, "It's back. My emotion is back. God is here."

For the rest of the night, and most of the next day, I kept thinking about that moment. That night during our evening gathering the camp split off into our separate teams to take communion. Before we did that, in our smaller groups, we were asked to share our stories. Never, in my entire life, have I stood up and shared. That night I did. I told everyone my story.

My story doesn't stop with just what I said there, though. After whoever wanted to share was finished, we took communion. Being my usual self, I was just sitting where I was waiting for the line to die down so I could go up when my friend Parkher came up behind me and asked if he could pray for me. I'v never been prayed for by one of my friends before. It was an amazing experience. It was a very pure expression of love and caring by someone I had just met a day or two ago. I mean it when I say that he is one of the nicest people I have ever met. God is going to great things with that boy.

Anyway, I also learned a few things while I was at camp. Like, what it really means to put your arm around someone and what it really means to hold someone's hand. The fact that Christians can come in all shapes and sizes was solidified as well. I can say, without a doubt, that my week at Lakeview this year was the best week at camp that I've ever had. I will never forget the people I met or the things that I did.

Afterword

So that's camp, I guess. Everything you needed to know is contained in those paragraphs, and, in case you were wondering, I'll have a post up concerning the Bro-Am in a few days. Just be patient kids. Also, here are some shots I took at camp.

That's all, my little weasels.

Nova.

HOORAY! for Retro Fall Out Boy

Before I dive into whatever today's blogging shall bring, here's the real link. I know you've all been dying to see it.

Back to what I was saying.

Retro Fall Out Boy! By that I mean Take This to Your Grave. Man, I haven't listened to that album in a while. It's good. All their stuff is good!

Ahaha. I biebered you guys. What fun.

So Campbell's mom is either really into astrology, or I'm crazy. Probably both. At dinner on Wednesday, she was talking about it, and either I'm really out of the loop, or she's really in. Y'know what else is weird? She and Campbell are the same sign, and the fiancée and I are the same sign. WEIRD. Or not. I'm not into all that pseudoscience, obviously.

I've decided I should probably start setting my alarm, so that I don't wake up at 1 o'clock like I did today. (I was up till 2 watching Doctor Who...) Tomorrow I'm going to try 9. Hopefully that's a nice time to get up to start a day of doing nothing. Woo! Summer is so boring when you have nothing to do and nobody to text and no wheels and no money. I hope my iPod comes tomorrow... I'll be messing around with that for at least an hour I hope.

I love this song. "Homesick at Space Camp." Go listen to it!

I'm going to stop now. My computer is being rather slow today.

G'night, weasels.

Nova.

Doctor Who!

So I finally saw Doctor Who! Due to the fact that I have to go sleep now, I will only say a few things about the episode:

1. I will never look at statues the same way again.

2. I can't blink right.

3. I like that series' doctor.

If you want to watch that episode, it's right here.

Goodnight, weasels!

Nova.

By the way- for those of you who watch the episode, PLEASE refrain from posting spoilers in the chat box. We want other people to have fun watching it, too.

EDIT: So apparently the link to the episode was broken. I've fixed it now so everything's all good. :D

I Need Haley!

Seriously? Yes, seriously.

Although, when I say that, I just mean I want willing models for a photo shoot I want to do so I can change the layout of this blog. Was that a run-on sentence? It's such a long sentence... (See how I avoided a TWSS right there?)

So I was watching Whip It last night at Ehly's house. Quote-un-quote review: I thought it was very predictable. Basically one of those "I want to get out of my crappy small town by doing something crazy, because I'm a rebel. But then, heaven forbid, everything blows up in my face! Everything seems to be going wrong at exactly the same time. In the end, though, I finally realize who I really am, and my family finally accepts me." I'm pretty sure that's what I thought ten-or-so minutes into the movie. I still thought it was a good movie, though. The subject matter was très intéressant. You now know one more person who wants to go see a roller derby. (I know you may all think I'm crazy, but does it look like I care?)

All that to say that that was not the point of me bringing up the movie. My point was to bring up a song that the main character's boyfriend's band played in the movie. (Turns out the boyfriend character is an actual recording artist who sings a song from a cell phone commercial that I'm sure all of you will recognize.) I actually bought the whole soundtrack for that song. (It was worth it.)

I don't want to put video for the recognizable song in this video, so here's the link. Have fun, children.

That may be all for today.

Nova.

Someone Asked Me a Question on Formspring

Technically though, it wasn't really a question.

Here's what was said:

hi Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelizabeth

First let me set the tone for what I am about to say: the following thing is less an issue of annoyance, and more a genuine question. I'm not angry, I just want to know.

Now for my real response.
What does it matter to you? It's not your name. It's mine. And if me deciding to spell my name just a LITTLE differently is a big deal, then what do you say to Ellie? All the Samanthas that are Sam, and all the Alexandras that are Alex? What do you say to the many Allies out there? "I think it's stupid that you take the liberty to make YOUR name whatever YOU want it to be, because it's totally not your decision what you're called." Seriously? That's not cool.

I really don't understand. Why on earth does it matter so much? Furthermore, if whoever said that was doing it just to annoy me, that's just mean. I don't actually enjoy when people dog me about my name. It annoys me in that "seriously. I don't like when you do this, so stop" way. It's not one of those small things that friends always get away with picking each other about. No matter who says it, it makes me angry. You people need to learn to mind your own business.

It's not that I hate "Elizabeth" either! I would be completely fine with it if people didn't shove it in my face so much! So what if I choose to spell my name a little differently? It's not that I dislike my "real" name, it's that I just happen to like the one I chose better.

Some people need to get a life.

See ya,

Nova.

Get Off

My sister won't shut up. Anyway, so y'know how I was talking about starting up a second blog-type-thing? Well this is it: http://snackmix.tumblr.com/. Not the most original idea, I know. But whatever.

I don't really have much to say about anything right now. That's probably why I haven't posted in a few days. I want this blog to be for thoughts, and not sharing of various media. That's what the other place is for. I need more thoughts!

That's all, my weasels.

Nova.

I Enjoy This

Yes, I post a lot of videos. I guarantee you though, you want to watch this one.

Ah. So brilliant. (By the way- I found it HERE.)

So, my friend Renae finally figured out what she was going to write about on her blog. She found the idea here. I may follow suit with the two of them and revive my Tumblr with a new name and look. I warn you now, be on the look out for something of that sort.

That's all for now, weasels.

Nova.

Watch This Video

Trust me. Besides the fact that this song is freakin' MAGIC, the video is awesome. Seriously.

That's all for now, weasels.

Nova.

I said, "I must be fine, because my heart's still beating."

By the Way...

Did I mention that I put the Sono Vero pictures on my Flickr? Well I did. Now that I think of it, I should put more up. Maybe I will.

This is a video about cats:

My sister has a hat. That's not fair. I want a hat. If I tell that to my mother, she'll probably say that I didn't come so it's my loss. It's true.

I'm going to go edit more Sono Vero now.

That's all, weasels!

Nova.