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

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