I Ran (So Far Away)

Let's start with g-ma. she's coming home this week and she's really excited. i don't blame her. she's called john muir home for almost two months now, and frankly, i'm sick of the smell and the temperature in there. i'm excited for her.

next. went the sd/oc for the weekend. talk about a blast. here is the short version of a very long two-day trip. saturday, got to sd around 10:15 am. andrea picked me up. went to pancake house in poway with blake her bro and brittany. then to del mar to her family's house for like twenty minutes. then downtown sd for shopping and fun fun fun. san diego temple came next. amazing ice castle. y'all gotta see it. then was islands for dinner. back to del mar for half an hour or so as andrea put the final touches on forest's present. it's about 9:30 by this time. we decide to go up to brea even though we had no place to stay. ended up crashing on forest's floor in 638 s. poplar. mike was there, nick was there, lots of people were there. next morning, sunday. got up and got ready for church. cameron arrived. got to church. forest's talk was the bomb dot com. back to forest's for the big party. kicked it till about 4 with him and his fam and friends. phew. next was irvine with john garlock and 'rents and bob. then to the conneroy's seany's house for dinner. his mom's a superstar. said grace at the end of a stimulating dinner conversation. kicked it there til ten or so. baseball highlights with ted and jake. phew. then the hour and a half drive back to del mar. almost midnight now. hit the sack. then this morning...up at 7:30 to catch my 9:30 flight. boarded without a hitch.

it was the best weekend ever.

andrea's middle name isn't grace. she's doesn't even have one.

i don't have anything meaningful to say except that i love you guys and i love life damnit and i had a blast in brea which was a little disappointing i must admit but wonderful nevertheless. adam anthony is beautiful.

right now.......so tired i'm going to pass out. looked at cars tonite at the dub c toyota lot and the salesman was a dreamboat. i wanted to kiss his sweet, soft lips. but def not with mom and dad standing by.

i've been so sleep deprived these past few nights and i'm still going strong. i'm so hard.

xoxo lisa

p.s. okay normally i like weird food, but just as a warning, never ever eat at chow in lafayette because it is the worst restaurant i've ever been to after young's cafe in chinatown. PEACE.

have i told ya have i told ya

yo yo. i'm excited because i'm going to san diego/brea this weekend to see the peeps. it's gonna be tyyyyte.

nothing much is going on in l-town. i am working as usual, making the moolah. i got my hair cut and dyed a few weeks ago, but i'm really not liking it right now. it's being very disagreeable, so much so i want to chop it all off.

i think i may have finally found a place to live at school. it's this little yellow house near campus. i'd have three other roommates. it sounds like fun i think.

then comes classes. i still don't really know what i'm going to take, but i really want to take intro to women's studies so i can meet the weird chicks at BYU and maybe make some normal norcal friends. no offense ladies.

life is just good for the most part and i'm happy.

oh btw, i talked to perry last week! he's doing well but now he's in washington. he was in the airport in slc when he called me. so yeah. i miss him but he's better and getting help and that's what matters most.

much love,
miss lisa marie. xoxoxoxo

have you ever just sat and listened to a vacuum? like really listened. have you ever noticed the different hisses and whistles, and how it sputters like something's stuck, and how sometimes it's a gentle humming that could lull even the most discontented baby to sleep? it's just a barrage of white noise. almost like a shower. people sing to the vacuum just like they sing to the shower.

or do you ever remember memories that you never had at all? i'm explaining this poorly. what i mean is like, you envision yourself doing something, and it's a really great and fun time, but then you remember you're just making it up? i just did that. i'm listening to a really great mason jennings song, "beautiful man," and i could've sworn i was driving down some highway with someone singing that song with happy little smiles on our faces. but that one's not real.

i wish i were in chicago with eric and adam right now. they're poor but they're having so much fun. i mean that's really the life.

so this has been crazy lately.

i've had the stomach flu all weekend, which means my head's been in a toilet and i've slept for almost two days straight. it's been nice i guess. the fever's killing me though, and the strict diet of gatorade and soda crackers is really wearing on me.

ugh. i am tired of being home. like really.

so andrew and i went and saw mister loveless on friday. they were really good. but it was funny because obviously their whole crowd is las lomas people, and they were coming up to us asking us where they knew us from. it was weird. and sean megley didn't even remember my name and we sat next to each other in bremer's class all year last year. but sean megley, bless his heart...i'm not trippin.

why can't we all just be carefree again?

XOXO lisa

Rejoicing in the Hands

Well, we moved g-ma out of the hospital yesterday to an assissted living place, just for a couple days so she could have her round-the-clock care, get used to walking again, take care of herself...

but i just got back from visiting her there and she's not doing so hot. paralysis in her right side. her speech is slurred and she's noticeably weak and pale. seems she's had a stroke. and the idiots there just took her vital signs and said nothing was wrong. what losers. i have no medical training whatsoever and i could tell there was something really wrong with her. she wasn't the same, wasn't happy ol' gramma doing her thang, happy to be away from the awful noises of John Muir.

the ambulance is on its way to her now and she'll be at JM within the hour.

kids, she's the only thing on my mind right now, so sorry if i'm a bit distant. it's hard not being able to do anything.

so frankly the story about how my dad was going to buy me a car yesterday if i hadn't been such a pain in the arse doesn't matter right now.

good luck on finals everyone.

why can't i be you

mmhmm i <3 u robert smith, you little fatling.

santa cruz yesterday = bomb dot com. i'd write more about it but it's just not worth it. it's impossible to immortalize such a great day in words.

camping this weekend...hella tyte yo! got sooooo sunburned, blisters all over the feet cos i wore VANS (i am SUCH an idiot!!) but it was so so so so fun. total blast.

gramma is doing better...sort of. still in the hospital. she just wants to go home so badly and i hate telling her "soon g-ma soon" when it could be a month before she gets out for all i know. i just love her so much. she has been such a strength to me my whole life, and the only reason why she's not quitting now is because she wants to be around for her grandkids. heck...i can't talk about this anymore. i get worked up and emotional and it's just not worth it when i have ab no control over it anyway.

my jeep is on its way to las vegas right now. daddy decided today that he would take that car to becky since hers is such a piece and get me a new one. who knows when the hell that's going to be. and in the meantime i have to drive, you guessed it, the ghetto-ass suburban. i am TOTALLY NOT EXCITED and it's covered in dog hair. oh and get this. i told my dad that becky should get the new car for now because she's never had the new car, and then i vacuum the jeep for her before my dad leaves with it, and then becky calls me complaining about how i'm getting the new car when I WANTED HER TO HAVE IT!!! hello captain spaz.

anyway i'm out because it's back to work all day tomorrow 7 to 1:30 then 2 to 6. then test driving mini coops because i want one sooooooo bad but prob an accord or camry! then ikea for the phat sale?? maybe...i HOPE so.

xoxo lisa

p.s. life is so great. phone booth boy is hott, and yesterday in sc i saw a guy that looked like perry in ten years. righteous.
p.p.s. i am really really tired and i love tyler nelson my sweetiepoo butterbiscuit arkarkark <333333