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Name: liana
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Birthday: 5/18/1993
Gender: Female
Interests: God, my family, my friends, my bible, art, dancing, violin, writing, books.
Occupation: i'm homeschooled.
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Member Since:
5/15/2006
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| I'm really giddy. And I mean REALLY giddy. Just ask her. She'll tell you all about it. Okay, she won't (right?) but she will confirm that I have been giddy beyond giddy. She called me insane. Haha. It's been a fun day.
It's been a crazy few days filled with spontaneous trips to Potsdam, baccalaureate services, ice cream, walks, movies, and lots of people. Lots and lots of people. I like it. I've spent time with two people in particular quite a bit during the past week and it's been really fun. I haven't gotten to know someone in a while. I have my friends and I hang out with my friends and maybe other friends of my friends but no one else, really. But now I'm making new, closer friends. I like it.
I miss Spain. It's weird to think. I miss a whole country? Well, actually, yes. I miss smelling the sea, walking on the beach, meeting and seeing the people. I want to be there. I really want to be there. I've never felt whole the way I did there. It was like I was meant to be there. Three weeks was all it took to make me think I belong there. Maybe I do but I won't know for a while.
Anyway. It's been a good couple of weeks and I'm most definitely going to have a fun, productive summer. It makes me happy.
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| My little brother is mowing the lawn. He learned how to drive that age-old push mower today and now he's going here and there all over the lawn for Dad. When did he get this old?
My younger sister graduated from Friendship Clubhouse on Sunday. I shouldn't be surprised, right? I mean, she does look older than me and she's at least 4 inches taller than me. When did she get this old?
My older sister is graduating from High School on Friday. It's such a weird feeling to have a sibling graduate anyway but after she's done, I'm next. When did she get this old?
I worked in the garden this morning. I pulled weeds and raked the dirt to make it look nice (an O.C.D. thing of mine). I listened to music on my iPod the whole time. I'm not sure if that's why it was enjoyable or not. But, for the first time, weeding the garden wasn't so bad. It was kind of peaceful, actually.
A girl that's living with us for the summer is making sushi right now. I like it.
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| I'm afraid I haven't been good about posting. I've been listening to music, reading books, taking a lot of walks, *finishing* school, cleaning the house and living life.
You see, I go to write things often but I find that I tell too many details or talk about someone else's problems that they have told me about or something that I just don't want people knowing. So that's why this lack of writings by ME. I just write them in my journal, email a friend, or write them on a piece of paper and then throw that away. Yep. The old-as-the-hills trick--throw it away.
I'm going to think of two things that don't involve information you don't need to know and that might interest you. This could take a while.
Okay. Got one.
1. When I find a song I like, I like it FOREVER. I heard Alicia Key's song "No One" in October some time and fell in love with it. I listened to it all the time and I'm going through another "No One" phase. Same thing with the Dixie Chicks "Long Way Around" album, Good Charlotte's "I Don't Wanna Be In Love", John Legend's "Stay With You" and I'm sure other songs. I don't know why I'm like that but I am.
2. I got my hair highlighted a week ago. One of my closest friends told me (a few days later) that she had seen me walking (shocker, eh?) in Madrid and didn't recognize me. She thought, "Who's that blond?" instead of the normal, "Oh! Liana. I want to say hi!" Yep. I'm a blond. Not like my sister, Louissa, bleach-blond but still. Blond. And I like it.
So there. Two things.
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| My Day*warning: lots of pictures
Today was interesting. This morning, after reading my Google Reader and being inspired by photo blogs, I decided that I would take pictures throughout the day and post them. Well, today turned out to be interesting and a day that I don't think I'll ever forget. Someday I'll most likely laugh at the thought of today. But right now, I feel like crying. It's a long story. So here we go.
Like any good day (for me, that is), I had a quiet time. Today it was on the front porch because that's where the mid-morning to early afternoon sun hits best.
My Bible, my prayer notebook, my journal, a book by R. T. Kendall that I've starting reading, and, of course, my coffee.
The dwarf daffodils that have started blooming--the first flowers in our garden!
Years ago, I was using stickers for something and I dropped a bunch. They're still there today. Isn't that weird? Anyway. You can see them from where I was sitting and I just had to take a picture of them. So there ya go.
My view, part 1.
My view, part 2.
Me (duh). The sun was really bright and my hair is all frizzy. But whatever.
Then I practiced violin because I had a violin recital. I played this Mazurka by Mlynarski.
My beloved Isabella.
I ironed my skirt. I thought I could get away without ironing it but I knew that if I didn't iron it Mom would find the only wrinkle in it and make me go upstairs and iron it. So I ironed it before she had the chance to scold me. It took sooo long because for some reason the iron wouldn't heat up quickly.
Before I straightened my hair (with a flat iron. NOT a clothing iron, like Ana thought). And I don't have an after picture. Use your imagination.
In the van on the way to the Hull's house for the recital. Camilla doesn't like this photo but I like it just fine.
Silly photo time. Yeppers.
The boys that were sitting in the back seat.
Ana and I before the recital.
Ana running from the camera. She hates photographs being taken of her.
And then, oh gosh, I dropped my violin. Face down. The bridge broke and
something inside went wrong. I couldn't play it.
But, fortunately, I know someone who is really nice and let me borrow his violin. So that is what I played instead. It's not a very good picture because I had less than 15 seconds to take the photo... it was my turn to plan.
And I didn't do too bad.
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teacher, Mr. Lindsey, was really nice about it all. I don't have a good
photo of him. In this picture, he's telling me to go upstairs and
practice for a little bit. He likes using his hands when he talks. He
likes using them A LOT.
Then I came home.
And I took a walk.
...what to say? It's Main Street in Madrid.
It was so pretty. My photography skills (hah. If I have any) don't do it justice. I love the evening sun.
The Mormons were out tonight.
And then I stopped by the Little Yellow House in Madrid. There were lots of people there.
But I kept going.
I was happy even thought it was an emotional HURTLE day.
It was pretty. But I still can't take nice pictures.
And, once again, home sweet home.
When I got home, I found this. It made me laugh.
I'm off to watch a movie and then go to bed. It'll be a nice end to my day.
Now that you know how my day was, how was yours?
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| Sometimes, I hate words. I hate trying to find the ones I want to use. Trying to make sense and tell you something with those words.
And now would be one of those times.
Is this what is called writer's block? The constant swirl of words going round and round in my brain but never coming out? The knowing I should write something and if I really wanted to I could but for some reason I can't right now? Is this what it is? I've heard people complain about it but I've never personally felt it before.
Yes, I think this would be writer's block. And this would be why I haven't posted much and probably won't for a while.
P.S. In case you were wondering, I'm doing very well. Better than I have in a while, actually.
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