Whoa whoa whoa.

Oh, hey there.
Yet again, it's been months. Shame. I really did like this big blog thing, even though it was kinda unstable with no viewers and all that stuff.

Wonder how many more I can get for this awful post?


Don't worry, though, I'll be back soon. It's been an insanely busy two months, but I'll be back ASAP. Pinky swear.

Elle

Wow.

Wow indeed.

It has been a while.
A long while.

And yes, I've missed all you ghost viewers.

I must apologize for so coldly abandoning you on my behalf. (By the way, I'm Elle. I can't speak for Lise, yano.) I'm sure you've missed our tragically ironic use of internet slang (YOLO rite lol) and our rants and ramblings about things we wanted to do but haven't gotten the chance to.

Sadly, boys and girls, our summer has come to an end, and bucket list season with it. Also sadly, there were approximately .3921 items crossed off on that checklist. Shame, isn't it? It kind of makes me want to burst into tears.

High school starts in two days.

That also makes me want to burst into tears.

I have to go in early on the first day of school to play an instrument poorly and then head on off to a class whose location is undisclosed. Then I get to repeat that every hour or so, cringing at the tales of the Pythagorean theorem and dissections to come. Term papers, SATs in a few years (standardized tests are the enemy), and then college applications. How the heck do I only have four more years of being a kid???????//?/?A/?flka;fjaei?A?SDA/E??E//????

Anyway, while I wallow in comfort food and self pity, I'll leave you guys to more cheerful forms of internet browsing. 

Thank you so much for reading this (because if you got this far you had to have sat through those other strings of boring words), and I love you. Only the people who read that, I mean. I don't love the other ones. 
kbye,
Elle

Boredom and Worthlessness

        Hello, darling ghost viewers! (Don't worry, I still love you. Even though I think I'd love you a tad more if you maybe followed us, but whatever. Nonetheless, you're pretty amazing.) Today is a wonderful day. The sun is shining, birds are chirping (some from within my living room) and it's in the low 80s outside, Fahrenheit of course. But that doesn't make it any more wonderful here in Boringtown, USA.
        I love to be with people, but I'm not one of those that can have like 20 sleepovers in a row. A few a week is fine and dandy (except for the fact that I've only done like four this whole summer whoopsnotmyfault), but even that cannot quench the sense of boredom from within this awful little town. I don't know, I just want to do things! I want to run outside and go to a froyo shop or a Starbucks or, I don't know, my friend's house! But not here. Our movie theater isn't even in town, for goodness' sake. What can we do?
        The community pool is a hotspot for six year olds, fifth graders who wear bikinis and pretend to be "teenagers", and über-hot, tan, belly-ringed lifeguards who look perpetually bored with their jobs. At least they're getting paid to be bored. I am drowning in my own worthlessness over here, and the worst part is, I can't even try to complete the bucket list! That was supposed to be our savior over here, but you need two to complete bucket list items.
        Ombré hair? That takes time. Record music? Okay, if you knew us in person, you would know that was for Lise. Write a novel? I suppose, but I'm kind of looking for a "quick fix" kind of item. Something I can do for a couple hours and then cross off.
        Everything on this list has to be done with or by Lise. Why the heck.

       Well, I guess I'm going to go bathe in my own boredom, guys! If you live in LA, NYC, Seattle, the Twin Cities, Miami, or some other cool place that I really want to go, I envy you. Big time.

        So long,
Elle

Review of...

Hm. We really need a blog post and I feel like reviewing something but what.....  

Ed Sheeran. Why not? You can review someone's music right? 

Well lets just roll with it. 

Ed Sheeran definitely gets five stars. Like, maybe even six. If his voice doesn't make you want to frolic through meadows and wear sundresses (for girls I guess...), then I am questioning your humanity. 

His voice is just like... I don't even know how to describe it. His beautiful British accent flows through it and the imagery I keep coming up with is drinking tea. It's so warm and cozy and wonderful. 

He can even make a Taylor Swift song go from good to amazing. His solo in Everything Has Changed gives me chills every time. And if you haven't seen the music video, go watch it now because it is seriously the cutest thing ever. Like, sob your eyes out it's so good and cute and just yes.

But just his lyrics are so good. He's probably one of my favorite songwriters because the lyrics are so well thought out that it amazes me every time.

Like, how do you even.

Summary: Ed Sheeran is amazing and if you haven't heard any of his songs (The a Team doesn't count) then definitely go listen to some of the other songs from his album entitled +. 

Au Revoir. 

Lise.

Our Random Obsessions

     Obsessions are normal.

     Right? Right? No? 

     Well, for us they are. Seriously. If you were part of our two-person gang/clique/exclusive-entrance-club, you'd know that obsessions here are as normal as a lot of normal things.
Here is a beautiful list of our obsessions/hobbies/reasons we have no life: ('Cause we're sure you want to know them all.)

1.) Andrew Garfield. Just look at this. Is he not the most gorgeous boy ever? Just watch the gif for a couple of minutes and you'll find yourself crying tears of joy at the sight of him.

Our love for him just makes us like

But you know what's even better than just Andrew? #2.

2.) Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone. Omigosh yes. We aren't the jealous type and we know that we can't keep Andrew all to ourselves, so, we ship it. Like holy cannoli yes. Just look at the adorableness. 

Oh my gosh awww I'm dying over here this is so cute 

3.) Harry Flippin' Potter. Oh my gosh, this should seriously be number one. This is the obsession that truly brought us together and hasn't dissolved over time. If you don't like Harry Potter, just don't. It's too perf for you. But seriously, thinking about HP gives us butterflies in our stomachs 'cause it's so... epic. Go read those books right now. We're not even kidding. 

As it is ours, Harry. :')

4.) Horses. We know what you're thinking. You guys are those annoying, spoiled, immature, dumb, idiotic, girls who are obsessed with horses and love to brag? No we are not. Neither of us are even in the possession of an equestrian. So don't go thinking we're spoiled with our ponies and stuff. WE JUST LIKE HORSES OKAY.


5.) Plans. This probably sound weird and doesn't make any sense at all to you but... we love plans. We probably have an average of 15 plans going on at a time. Let me give you an example so you understand our passion for plans. First of, we make plans for everything. How to make our teachers like us more, how to get out of jazz band, how to force one of us to go back to jazz band because the other one likes a boy in the band, how to get the style of a fashionista, how to catch the cute boy's eye, etc. etc. We become OBSESSED with this subject for a few days or weeks. And our plans aren't useless, either - some of them have actually survived. We got our teachers to like us. Kind of. We got the phones we wanted with some planning (and a little begging). Hopefully we'll be able to come back and tell you that we got our fit bodies and our cute clothes from a plan, but, for now, that's up in the air.

Hmm... there are probably more but this is what we could think of now. If we think of more we promise we will do a follow up post because I'm sure you are all immensely interested.

See ya,

Lise and Elle 

Book Review: The Help

Okay. So I'm probably the last person on Earth to read this book but whatever. I'm surprised that no one decided to be a jerk and tell me how it ends, but I'm glad.
Anyway, this book review is probably going to suck because I'm not as talented at this as Elle is but YOLO.
Why did I say YOLO?
Moving on...

The Help by Kathryn Stockett Review

Outline-

(As the summary on the back of the book says,) Aibileen Clark is a black maid in 1962 Jackson, Mississippi, raising her seventeenth white child. She's always taken orders quietly, but lastly it leaves her with a bitterness she can no longer bite back. Her friend Minny Jackson has certainly never held her tongue, or held on to a job for very long, but now she's working for a newcomer with secrets that leave her speechless. And white socialite Skeeter Phelan has just returned from college with ambition and a degree but, to her mother's lament, no husband. Normally Skeeter would find solace in Constantine, the beloved maid who raised her, but Constantine has inexplicably disappeared.

Together, these seemingly different women join to work on a project that could forever alter their destines and the life of a small town- to write, in secret, a tell-all book about what it's really like to work as a black maid in the white homes of the South. Despite the terrible risks they will have to take, and the sometimes humorous boundaries they will have to cross, these three women uniter with one intention: hope for a better day.

This book was really good, guys. Like OMG good. I think that historical fiction books need to be written right, or else they can come out uninteresting. But this book was by no means uninteresting. The Help held my attention from the very beginning and was really a great representation of what it must have been like back then. It really amazed me how this kind of prejudice happened only 50-something years ago. My dad was born in the late 50's and it's really shocking that this happened in his life time. 

The story was told in 3 different point of views, which were Aibileen, Minny, and Skeeter's, who are the main characters in this book, Aibileen and Minny being black maids, and Skeeter as a white young woman. It was interesting to see how they all saw events differently depending on their personality and positions. And then there was the terrible Hilly Holbrook. This woman... Ugh. Hilly is the perfect example of the horrendous antagonist. It was really disgusting to see how she was probably the norm for this time period and how every woman in Jackson, Mississippi idolized her. Also, sweet sweet Mae Mobley. Oh, how I loved that little girl and her relationship with Aibileen. I thought the character developments were truly great in this book. At the end, I felt a true understanding of most characters. 

If you have not read this book, (which is unlikely, because as I said before, I think I'm probably the last person to ever read this), you so should. You will not regret it. 'If we do not educate ourselves on the past, history is doomed to repeat itself.' (I don't remember who originally said this but my dad has told me this on occasion) 

My Rating

5 Stars!!!

(You guys probably think we're push overs because all of our ratings have been 5 stars, but we've just had the pleasure of finding awesome books lately.)

Now, all I have to do is watch the movie starring the lovely Emma Stone.

Ciao!

Lise

Classy... Our Favorite Word

Classy is absolutely our favorite word. Classy is everything we want to be.

Classy- adj. 

1) Stylish and elegant 

2) not crude or dirty

3) admirably intelligent 

That's what the Urban Dictionary says so it must true. I mean, who's ever heard on false information on there?
Anyway, if you've seen "have a summer transformation" on our bucket list and wondered what the heck we were talking about, this might answer a small portion of your questions.
High school is a big deal. I mean, it's your time. It's your time to entice cute boys and blow them off gently because you're not into dating at 14. It's your time to figure out your career choice - for goodness' sake, guys, this is serious. And for this, you need to be classy. And polished. And classy. Did we mention classy?

Here are some of our classy celebrity role models. Many of these ladies are known for their beauty without necessarily being provocative. These women make classy exciting and just plain beautiful. 

The Classy Girl's List of Role Models 

1.) Audrey Hepburn- We all know that in a list of class, Miss Hepburn absolutely must be included. Audrey Hepburn makes you long to walk the streets of New York, toting your Tiffany's bag, all while wearing your little black dress. Audrey is a vision of beauty that will be remembered forever.

2.) Kate Middleton- The Duchess of Cambarige is probably the most elegant woman to set foot in all the fancy places in the United Kingdom that we'd never be allowed. She's smoothed over, pretty, and polished, all without being snobby. She totally earned her prince, girls. Totally. And not to mention her pregnancy - either she's literally perfect or great at keeping her downsides dark, which is something that might come in handy. She's still walking around in gentle heels, showing her flawless legs off with a gentle baby bump, and she still doesn't look like she's gained weight. What the heck. I hope I'm that perfect. But seriously, Kate Middleton is an absolute role model. We may not long to don the headpieces that only a Brit at heart can pull off, but we long for her effortlessly polished look, along with the big smiles (that show 8 teeth on average, according to GMA). Kate Middleton, you are one elegant, classy princess.

3.) Lauren Conrad- This girl has style to spare. Like, holy cow she's fabulous. Some of you may know her from the TV show The Woods but I learned of her from her non-fiction books, Style and Beauty. These books will teach you everything you want to know about fashion, hair, makeup, and healthy living. These books are great and I totally recommend you read them. Lauren is truly fashion forward.

4.) Lucy- Lucy is a girl who lives in our town who just graduated this year. This may make us stalkers, but we found her through the incredible community of Instagram. And Vine. She posts OOTDs (that's Outfit Of The Day, for all you non-fashionistas) and they are probably the cutest outfits in this whole town. They are vintage-chic, all while staying modest and classy. Like wow, triple threat. She's perf guys. And even more - she has a living Ken doll for a boyfriend. It's crazy. Our mindset on this is that since she's leaving, someone's gotta pick up her role of classy, well-dressed, and having a hot boyfriend. We will use our intellectual skills to put her magic through mitosis, and BAM - our high school careers will be whole. Not really, but you get what we mean. This girl knows clothes. Best part is, she isn't annoying as heck like the girls in our grade who refuse to buy clothes from stores that aren't affiliated with Abercrombie & Fitch. They're all looking like idiots in moose shirts while she uses #saversfinds and looks like a New York cosmopolitan. And guys, you should have seen her prom dress. While all these other girls were prancing around in their tacky neon, bejeweled fufu dresses, she had on a fitted, light teal lace dress, that was high in the front and had a lower back. It was the definition of classy and was definitely the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. She is our prom role model. Seriously, every town has a Lucy, and we're hoping to take her place. PLEASE.

This is our list of 4 women we think are class super heroes. There are many more women that have inspired us but this post is already super long! We hope you enjoyed this more serious post... Hopefully there will be more like it. But for now, Lise and Elle have left the building. Goodnight. ADIOS. 

(Wow, I wonder how many times we said the word classy in this post. It is our favorite word so whatever.)

Lise and Elle

Werk it, ladies.

Imagine.

A room full of woman averaging over the age of 65, dancing provocatively to Latin club songs and whooping as they do it. March, march, werk dem hips.
And then, just as you think maybe Latin songs are as bad as it's going to get, another song comes on. And the ladies start a-whopping.
I'm Sexy and I Know It.
And this was our morning. We had the brilliant idea to go to Zumba, because we're gonna get so fit its not even funny. 

That's not even the worst part. The second half of the class was strengthening and conditioning. With these ten-pound poles, we were forced to do tricep lifts, which we could not stinking do. After like half of them, we went idle and faked it, while these ladies are laughing and whooping worse than a class of middle-school girls. Is this what retirement is like?

And, boy, did I (Elle) make a faux pas... While we did these modified push-ups, I turned to Lise and said - quite loudly, in fact - "These are like the Grandma push-ups-" I cut myself off as soon as I realized that we were in a whole room filled with Grandmas. Needless to say, I shut my mouth after that. I didn't want their clique to descend upon us.

So that was Zumba. And what especially weird it that, isn't Zumba supposed to be like Latin dancing and stuff? Why the heck did we dance to Cotton Eye Joe?

Elle and Lise 

Book Review: The Fault in Our Stars

Holy flippin' gosh, guys, I have been lucky enough to find some amazing books lately, this absolutely being one of them.

Before we start, knowing John Green as the genius that he is, I knew this had to be good. On the opposite side, however, with all those Tumblr girls and whatnot raving about it, I wasn't quite sure if it would be something good, or if it would be a Twilight-esque fad.

Anyway...

The Fault in Our Stars Review

Storyline

Hazel is a 16-year-old cancer patient who's been pretty unhappy with her life until, at the cancer support group her mother forces her to attend, she comes upon a "gorgeous plot twist". (Sorry, I can't claim that fun phrase. That's part of the official blurb.) One that happens to be named Augustus Waters. 

Rating

Dun, dun dun...

★★★★★

This is one of the best books I've ever read. You're probably thinking What the heck you just said that to the last book omg, but I don't say that about every book. I rarely say that. All those Tumblr girls were right about this one - this book is worth the read.

You will laugh.

You will cry.

You will probably want to die because real life will probably never be this imperfectly perfect for you. 

John Green, you have earned respect from a reader. Which probably means .029131112% of a nothing to him at the moment, but, y'know. It's the thought that counts.

So pick this book the flip up and read it. Make sure you don't have anything planned for a while, though, because you won't be able to put it down. I have been thinking about this since I finished it a day ago. Seriously. I don't even feel that this review is worthy of its wonderfulness.

This is a Book Worth Reading. 

Elle

Book Review: Because of Mr. Terupt

        Okay, to celebrate our total of 0 followers, I decided to do a book review! Yay! I think...

        As you have probably guessed, this review is about the novel Because of Mr. Terupt by Rob Buyea.

Holy cow, I loved this book - it's giving me chills.

Storyline

        This book follows 7 fifth graders through their year with the new teacher in the building (you guessed it guys), Mr. Terupt. The book rotates through their points of view, and you get to know each of their unique stories as the year goes on. And then - bam - a tragedy occurs. 

Characters

Jessica - The inevitable new girl. She's the smart one who's always carrying around a book. My kinda girl.

Alexia - It's like a middle schooler in fifth grade. Alexia is the snobby, backstabbing (not to mention lipgloss-wearing) frienemy of the class. 

Peter - The typical boy. A class clown, jerkface, whatever you wanna call them.

Luke - Think Brain from Arthur. He's the smart boy in the class, the mathematician, the one who's always getting asked "What was your answer, Luke? 'Cause I'm dumb and can't figure it out myself!"

Danielle - She isn't the shy one, but she never stands up for herself. Danielle is described as being overweight, and her very own frienemy is her biggest tormentor when it comes to this. 

Anna - Anna is the shy one. She's an outcast because of her family history which I'm NOT gonna tell you about hahaha read the book. 

Jeffrey - Jeffrey is quiet and indifferent. He's the one that hates school. 

Mr. Terupt - Is, of course, their teacher! He's the new one in the building. I'm not going to tell you anything more about him, either, because if you're still reading this boring review, you probably should go check the book out from the library. Right now. Because it's worth it. 

Rating

And, finally, what you've been waiting for (I'm sure)...

★★★★★

OMG FIVE OUT OF FIVE STARS GUYS! It's such a good, cute story, but it's not too fluffy. It's in-depth, makes you think, but it's also a quick read. Ugh, I love it.

        If you're ever had a teacher inspire you, you'll love this book.

        If you've been indifferent to all your teachers, you'll love this book.

        If you have a heart, you'll love this book.

        

        I was laying in my room - alone - on a summer evening, reading this book, and I was just like:

and

and

and

Needless to say, it was amazing. This is a Book Worth Reading.

Elle

Shoutout To Our International Viewers!

     Yeah, you heard right.
     International.

     I mean, with all these views, how can we still have zero followers?

     Okay, now I'm crying.

     Please, you guys. 

If you follow us, we will...

Name your price.

Jillian Michaels is NOT my friend.

     Maybe in six weeks, she might be, but now, I feel like throwing a five-pound weight right into the TV so it hits her right in the forehead.
     What the heck am I talking about, you ask? I am talking about Jillian Michaels' notorious DVD, Six Week Six Pack. (#fitnesspost!)
     I mean, look at this:

     Does this look easy? Does this look like a joke to you? Because it's not. It's Jillian Michaels yelling at you "inspirationally" while you drown in your own sweat and fat and vow never to eat again. Or turn on the TV, for that matter. As you get crabbier and crabbier at the humid weather and why doesn't the ceiling fan reach you and oh my gosh your shoes are slipping why is life so hard, she's up there, walking around with her little set of abs and her hair down, laughing at you. Oh, no. Jillian Michaels is like a PMS trigger. She makes you crabby and frustrated until you just want to cry for no reason. 

     Then, finally, she yells and screams through the last move, and you're finished. When you're done, things don't look so bad. I could do this five times a week, you think. You imagine yourself all skinny and toned and you smile. Jillian is your friend.

     But only until you press play next time. 

   
     Not to mention your "before" pictures. Horrendous.

     But summer transformations come at a price, I guess.

Elle

Rolling Creeper style.

Ugh. 

We are so creepy. 

Like, what. 

I'm not gonna even tell you guys what we did.

You would think we are freaks.

Unless you comment and ask... ;)

Then maybe we'd tell you. 

So, bye. 

  They see me rolling, I'm a weirdo. 

                            Lise

Chester la Turtle

So we went for a bike ride today! We started at Lise's house and just took random turns and bends. We eventually ended up on a boat landing. Hmmm... What to do, what to do... We wanted to go wading but the stupid stitches binding together Lise's ankle prevented us. So we were standing on a dock, looking around, when suddenly, BAM, POW, CRASH. Haha. Not really. Ontamontadpeas are just fun. 

Actually, we saw a little baby turtle swimming through the water. I thought it was a snapping turtle, but I made Elle go catch it anyway. And it turns out it wasn't a snapper! It was a painted turtle, so we were safe. So we named him Chester and we loved him, and held him, and hugged him, and loved him forever. Here's some photos of the fabulous Chester. 

Chester la Turtle.

 

He more than likely hates us and will never come back to the beach, but we love him anyway. 

Natural Ombré?

So... If you've looked at our summer bucket list, you would see that the first thing on it is Ombré hair.

Well, we're babies and don't want to dye our hair sooooo we're trying natural ways to get this latest trend.

It's probably not going to work but we can try can't we? 

Our first attempt was today. Here's a picture of our hair before. Okay so our hair looks really gross in these pictures but don't judge because it doesn't normally look like this... 

Lise:

Elle:

And theeeennnn we dipped our hair in the lemon and water mix. You are supposed to go outside next to have the UV rays activate the lemon acid and bleach it, so we went outside and tanned and went on a bike ride! 

Our hair doesn't look any different now, but it says it's supposed to take around 5 sessions to start to show. It will probably take more for me, Lise, because my hair is a deeper brown. 

We'll post pictures of the final results later! It probably won't have a very drastic change because it's lemon juice, not actual hair bleach but we'll see... 

Farewell, fellow earthlings, 

Lise and Elle 

Summer Days...

So Elle's over today! Tanning and lemon hair! 

Fifty Facts About Lise

Since I'm a copycat, here's fifty facts bout myself too.

Not that you care or anything.

Fifty Facts About Lise

1. I have brown hair and brown eyes, which is like the most boring thing ever.

2. I'm 5'7 and still growing.

3. I am currently watching Doctor Who.

4. I'm a nerd. I know. You don't have to tell me.

5. I am an anglophile. (Shocker, huh?)

6. I have 4 stitches in my ankle now because I got hit with a wheelchair.

7. I am always either utterly obsessed with something or completely uninterested.

8. My hands are always sweaty. Like always. It's gross, I know. 

9.When I'm nervous my feet turn bright red. 

10. Freddie from iCarly was my childhood celebrity crush.

11. I love music and I play violin, guitar, ukulele, and sing.

12. I need to learn piano soon or I will die.

13. I'm obsessed with artsy things, but suck horribly at art. 

14. I want to see Perks of Being a Wallflower and Pride and Prejudice so bad, but I need to read the books first.

15. In 5th grade, I was obsessed with being unique. Like, I looked up 'how to be unique' on the internet. Kind of ironic, huh?

16. I've never had a boyfriend, and probably won't for awhile, but I'm a hopeless romantic.

17. I love makeup, but I'm terrible at applying it and I hate the feeling of it.

18. I love clothes but clothes cost money and I don't have money.

19. Elle and I have a whole list of words we hate (we'll have to post that on here someday...). Some of my least favorite words are grind, milky, and writhe.

20. Some of my favorite words are classy, fanciful, and rubbish.

21. I don't tell people my middle name because it's terrible.

22. I am a nondenominational Christian.

23. I love listening to music but I have no idea what genre I like.

24. My favorite actresses are Emma Watson, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, and AnnaSophia Robb.

25. My town is seriously soooo boring and there is nothing to do here.

26. I really want ombre hair, but I don't wanna dye it, so I'm putting lemon juice on it. It won't work but a girl can dream.

27. I was supposed to tan and be outside today but the sun decided to hide behind the clouds so the clouds started to cry.

28. I absolutely hate when girls curl their hair, and then wear sweatpants. Like, are you trying to look nice or be lazy? Because you can't have both.

29. Crowds scare the heck outta me. I hate when people touch me and there are people on both sides of me and they're touching me and I don't know them and just no.

30. I want a best guy friend so bad.

31. I love names, especially girl names. My favorites are Eliza, Ginny, Audrey, Pippa, Adelaide, and Tirzah. 

32. I want daughters so bad. Like, creepy bad. 

33. You are gonna think this is really weird, but I want to babysit my teachers' kids so bad. Is that as weird as I think it sounds?

34. My Social Studies teacher is like my role model. Elle and I swear that she's the future version of me.  Our English teacher is the future version of Elle.

35. I'm going to miss my teachers this summer.

36. How the heck am I only at 36.

37. My friends always say I'm crabby and I hate it.

38. It feels really late but it's only 2:38 pm.

39. I'm not quite sure what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe a teacher?

40. My favorite food is pasta. Any kind of pasta.

41. I am an only child and I wish I had an older sister so much.

42. I love Audrey Hepburn.

43. I like staying up late.

44. I don't see the attraction to tattoos.

45. I hate apple sauce so much that just the smell makes me want to throw up.

46. I'm very sensitive but I don't cry often. If that makes sense...

47. My handwriting is the worst thing ever.

48. I love sour candy.

49. I hate the buzzing of bugs.

50. This list took me like 3 hours to write.

Wow. Omigosh this took forever. It was kind of fun but now I feel like death so bye. 

Lise

Summer, summer

     It's finally here.

Today was our last day of middle school. I know, by our witty comments and absolute hilariousness, you thought we were much older. But alas, we are mere middle schoolers. Well, not anymore, actually.
We're now the high and mighty high schoolers.
Let the parties, dating, and AP classes begin.
Just kidding.
Let even more blogging, internet, and anti socialism begin.
That's more like it.

Don't even start to think that being Freshmen will change our dialect so much that we don't make High School Musical references in every other sentence.
It's called High School Musical for a reason, guys.
Seriously. Don't be so silly.

Anyway, now that it's summer time, we're ready to have some fun. Even if Lise has four stitches in her achilles. Rest is for the weak, so we're going to do stuff none the less.
So... If you haven't seen our Summer Bucket List, I suggest checking that out over to the right, so you can see all the awesome things we'll be up to.
Starting tomorrow.
Holy cow, guys.
No more school.
Sorry, we need to go wrap our heads around that.

See ya later, alligators.

Lise and Elle

Summer Bucket List 2013

It seems like every summer I start out with all these awesome ideas to have the maximum capacity of fun possible, and by the end of summer I find myself in front of the TV, in my pajamas for a week straight and my parents shaking their heads in disappointment.
But not this summer!
I hope.
Check out our new Summer Bucket List 2013 page on the right and see what we've got planned for this summer! Encouraging comments would help immensely.

Lise

Two Hours and Four Stitches Later...

Okay. Let's start off with a scenario.
You're walking down the halls, last full day of school, and you're walking on air. You're chatting with your friends and all is right in this beautiful world.
Then, suddenly, the girl pushing another student in a wheelchair behind you pushes it just a bit too hard and it hits your ankle. It hurts a bit but you think it just may be bruised so you continue, but whine to your friend who, just like you, assumes it is nothing. You finally get to your locker, which like always, is crowded by populars. You mumble "excuse me" and push through them. They give you dirty looks, like they always do, but you just ignore them, thinking that if they aren't smart enough to figure out that this has happened all year, then whatever. This is also the moment that you bend down and see that, oh goody!, your ankle is covered in BLOOD. Sooooo, you shove all your junk in your backpack, then find Elle and whine because you don't realize just how much blood there is and that it's soaking in to you BE-A-U-TIFUL shoes. So you run up to your favorite teacher and you be all like "Um, can I have a band-aid?" This is also the time where your eyes start to get all stinkin' watery and you have no idea why you're crying because it doesn't even hurt that bad. She gives you a weird look and says that that cut is wayyyy to big for a band-aid and only now do you realize how very dire this situation is. You go to the nurse and clean it off and you see it goes right through the skin. This sucks supremely. SUPER SUPREMELY. You get handed a band-aid by the secretary (but a very very big band-aid because your cut was wayyyy too big for a regular one). Elle has to go find your dad and he comes in and gets you and complains about the school nurses office and blah blah blah. You leave and he says, "Maybe you should go to Urgent Care."
Wait. Hold up now, dude.
URGENT CARE.
Urgent care is for the weak.
The babies who can't suck it up and nurse their own baby wounds.
Also, urgent care is for the babies who cry in front of their teacher when trying to explain that they got hit by a wheelchair.
Yeah. Maybe you should go to Urgent Care.
So you get into Urgent Care and the secretary does not seem to realize the severity of this injury.
Duh you should go in front of the guy who looks like he just got his arm chopped off by a chainsaw.
Duh you should go in front of the lady who looks like she's having a heart attack.
YOU HAVE A STINKIN' CUT ON YOUR ANKLE, LADY.
But no. She makes you sit and wait in the lobby that's playing that terrible 'Watercolor Jazz' radio that makes you want to pound your head against the wall.
So you sit. And wait.
For about one minute but you're SUPER impatient and your ankle looks like a botched amputation so it feels like foreverrrrrr.
Then you get in the room and wait. And soak your foot. And wait.
The doctor comes in but all the stitching rooms are busy so you have to wait. Some stinking more.
Finally you get in with this other stitching guy who gave your dad stitches once (the ones in his thumb that just so happened to get infected.) You and your dad groan in unison but whatevs.
You aren't a baby.
Oh, wait. Yes, you are.
And it really doesn't help that all these nurses are telling you how much it's going to hurt.
But you push through it and get four whole stitches and ya wanna know what?
It doesn't even hurt that much.
And all the nurses are telling you that you're the toughest patient ever.
Wait. What happened to the whole baby thing?
Well whatever.
You're just glad to get out of there.
And you pray it doesn't get infected.

THE END

Soooo. If you couldn't tell, this scenario is what happened today to me. 

If you read that whole thing, I'm impressed, considering how long and boring it was. 

But... Just felt like sharing.

To my 0 followers. 

L8r,

Lise

La la- WHAT?!

     So I'm just scrolling, stalkin' my own blog, when I see something that shocks me into oblivion.
     Published on June 9th, 2013.
   June. Flipping. Ninth.
     We are still in school.
     It was 60 degrees F outside on Thursday. How the heck is it June 9th?
     I am supposed to be laying outside, pretending to tan, but, in reality, acquiring freckles. I am supposed to be planning a fitness regimen to lose some weight and then failing but still losing weight because it's so painfully beautiful out. I am supposed to be happy.
     But, instead, I'm sitting in my house in my enormous stupid sweatshirt, stuffing my face, dying a sore-throated and feverish death, and, worst of all, I keep hitting the stupid wrong key because Apple thinks it's okay to be different and decided that it should be called "command" instead of "control." Obviously, Apple hasn't been to Middle School, because if it had, it would know the golden rule: conform.
     You can't just go change the order of the keyboard. That's not how it works.
      Can you tell that this illness is going to my head?

     Shall we close with a quote?

    "i swear to god kim kardashian has been pregnant for about 3 years now" 

-  w-ave on Tumblr.

(We feel ya, w-ave.)

Elle

   
    

Sisterhood of the...

     I'm not even gonna write you guys a lead or thesis statement or whatever (not that I usually do). I'm just gonna start you off with a photo.

(Yes, this picture was taken outside. My neighbors will probably be contacting the mental health specialists soon. Can you imagine me, in plain view of the road, taking pictures of a foam head? Oh, gosh.)

Ka-bam!

     Ain't s/he a beaut? Nameless, and with a chunk missing from her (I think she has a feminine bone structure) neck, it's needless to say that Lise and I are in sisterly love.

     Why the heck am I showing you this?

     Because we've got a summer plan for you. 

     This little he-she mannequin face is going to serve a summer bucket list purpose. Did you guys ever do that Flat Stanley thing at school or whatever? Where you pass him on and mail him and - no? Oh, okay... Um, here's a more relatable one - The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. That ring a bell? Well, in case you're impossibly sheltered and don't know what this charming little series is about, it's these four girls who are away for the summer. They have a pair of pants that amazingly fits all of them, and each week, one of them has the Pants. They love them and experience life in their magical pants, then, at the end of the summer, they embroider and decorate and commemorate the pants. 

     In case you don't see where I'm going with this, I'll explain. Lise and her genius brain came up with this idea - we will use this magnificent foamy head to document our summer. Someone will have it this week, and the other the next, and so on. You don't have to bring the head with you everywhere, but you have to decorate it in some way. 

     In case you were wondering - yes, we are freaks. Remember?

#YOLO

     Anyyyyway, we need a name for this sassy little girl. I'm gonna fill in her scar with clay and we'll paint her with an undercoat. 

     She will tell our adventures. Isn't this much more creative than an adventure book?

     In the words of a brilliant 8-year-old:

"Yes, yes it is."

-Ferb or Phineas or whoever the heck off that show

Okay, so I'll leave all y'alls alone now. 
Elle

"Sunday Morning, Rain is Falling"

"Sunday morning, rain is falling!"
I think that's probably the best way to start this post off. It's Sunday (obviously) and it's seriously the grossest, rainiest day ever. So what do two super bored girls do on these terrible days?

WE START A BLOG.

Yeah, we know we won't have followers.
Yeah, we know everyone will roll their eyes in disgust if they ever have the misfortune to come across this blog, but as one wise Icona Pop once said,

I DON'T CARE! I LOVE IT!

So whatever.
Just a warning though, this will probably be the most random blog ever.
We don't have a theme. This isn't a fashion blog or a cooking blog.
Whatever comes to our pretty little minds will be shared on here. So sit back and enjoy. 
And follow. 
I would seriously love you forever if you did. 

So like, later gators,

Lise

The Genesis of It All

     When someone in the movies is using a MacBook, what are they usually doing?
     Blogging. 
     So, as I set up the new "family" (We'll see about that, Mom) laptop, I decided that I should have a blog. That's what Macs are for, right?
    And that's where my good friend Lise comes in. Lise has a Mac, I thought. Lise does stupid things with me, too. Who else is better to start a random, follower-less blog with than her? So, a few text messages and a rainy Sunday later, lo and behold, we've got a blog.
     We might suck, but you know what?
      As a great man once said,

#YOLO.

     But, hey, if you do like us at all, don't hesitate to let us know. 

     We'll probably leave you in our wills.

Farewell,

Elle