the name means absolutely nothing
I went to Hobby Lobby today, and I am now a believer. I wanted to go to JoAnn Fabrics, but we stopped first at Hobby Lobby. I was annoyed until I found the scrapbooking and cardmaking papers. I was in awe. It wasn’t a larger selection than they had at JoAnn but it was different, and I loved the papers I found. The best part was the 50% off sale going on. When I started finding papers I want to use for scrapbooking and collages, I couldn’t stop. There were too many to pick just a few. And I had one hundred bucks from my mom, so why not go all out and pick thirty papers with pink and brown and blue and green accents and lines and dots and flowers?
So I found a million papers I love, but now I don’t want to use them because then they’ll be gone. I think I’ll scan them in and if I need them or want them again I can print them out. I came at just the right time to buy papers at Hobby Lobby.
Wow this is turning out a lot more boring than I thought it would be.
Last night mom and I went to see The Prestige and it was FABULOUS. What an amazing film! I was really impressed. The whole time watching Christian Bale I could not stop thinking of my brother. My brother looks a lot like him, just with beautiful blue eyes and slightly chubbier cheeks. I don’t find my brother sexy, because he’s my brother, but hot damn Christian Bale is fucking sexy and an amazing actor, at that. During the movie, of which I cannot devulge any information (I took an oath in my mind), I somehow dropped my cell phone and didn’t take any notice. Last night I was looking for it but figured it was in the car, it’s not.
Another boring fact: I have The Sims 2: Pets. Go me. I got it on the 19th, and I’m already so in love with it I can hardly tear myself away to go to sleep. For the past few months I haven’t been playing much, but now I plan to change that. It’s not an addiction–I COULD STOP ANY TIME. I just don’t want to. So I’m not going to.
I'm Lizzy. Or Liz. I'm a seventeen year old from Nashville. I write words here. I like it when people comment on the words I write. Want to know more about me? Carry on my wayward son. (see what I did there? HA.)
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