Meet Giggles.

This is Giggles.
For Sociology 101, we had an assignment to break a social norm. A social norm is anything that is deemed normal and "right" to do, and we were assigned to deviate from this normality. Some people skipped to class, wore funny clothes, or talked in an accent, but I went a little deeper. I brought a baby doll to school. When I walked into school this morning cradling a little girl's doll, I have to say that I was mortified. I've been known to do silly things and be weird, but this was exceptionally odd. As soon as I entered the high school building I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and I was asked within seconds, "Why do you have that?" I focused on people's faces as I passed through the hall, daring any passerby to ask me about me plastic friend. I began tallying the number of comments/questions and strange looks I received as soon as the day began, and by 3:30, I had gotten 65 comments/questions and 60 funny looks. I can only imagine how many people were talking about me behind my back. This experiment also had some hilarious and fascinating side results; I would say about 80% of everyone who said something to me asked me, "Can I hold your baby?" In my opinion, this is a ridiculous question to ask about a baby doll. Also, everyone seemed to play along, almost convinced that it was a real baby. Everyone wanted to know her name- her name! Giggles is an inside joke between my friends and me, so that was the first thing that popped into my head when I was asked that at 8:00 A.M. Multiple girls asked to be aunts or godmothers. Another funny thing about the difference between girls and boys was that when the girls wanted to hold her, they honestly enjoyed cuddling with her and rocking her back and forth, but almost all the boys poked her, shook her, or put her upside down. There was an instant maternal connection between the girls and the doll, but the boys just wanted to beat it up. My usually strict teacher asked to hold the baby and proceeded to burp it and walk around the classroom with it on her shoulder. She even told me to bring in a blanket so I could learn how to swaddle her to get her to "stop crying." The mothers who serve us lunch seemed almost upset about my companion, and questioned me judgmentally about why I had "that" with me. Students who I had never once shared a word with asked me things and talked to me about her, telling me how pretty she was and that I ought to change her soon. One boy who I had never talked to told me that it was unsafe for me to have her with me because "she might catch a flu in here and I wouldn't want her to get sick." I honestly don't know if he was kidding or not, for his face was exceptionally earnest and concerned. It was almost like the fact that it was just a doll slipped their minds and the boys had to poke it to make sure it wasn't alive. After a long day of questions and explanations, bashing the beginnings of rumors, and looking downright weird, I'm happy to say that I will not be doing this for a long time.
Even though it was kind of fun.
:)

~Lily

Oh, and Butterflies

My sentiments exactly!

2011

Happy New Year!

Christmas Break

Christmas was spectacular, as usual. This year, it was a white Christmas, which hadn't happened in 47 years! Snow on Christmas day was especially special, and it was the first time I've ever had that happen.
Just because school is out doesn't mean I haven't been getting anything accomplished. Far from it. Here are my latest clay figures :)

First Woman with Face:

Christmas ornaments:













Simba:
Mary and Jesus:


That's all folks!
Talk to you later,
Lily

Mexican Dolls! And Other Nonrelated Thoughts

If you said these weren't the cutest dolls you've ever seen, you'd be lying. My dad went to Mexico for a couple of weeks, and brought them back for me. I'm almost sixteen, but I'm just so thrilled to have these dolls. I'm pretty sure I like them more than my little sister.

I'm being Peter Pan for Halloween! I really wish someone would be Tinkerbell, but I haven't found anyone willing yet.

My psychology class was cancelled today, but we were given an assignment to work on while my professor was gone. I was instructed to take an IQ test on the internet, and then relate it to what we're leaning in class. One of the questions on my test was (and I quote) "If all Bloops are Razzies and all Razzies are Lazzies, are all Bloops definetly Lazzies?" What kind of question is that?! By the way, the answer is yes.

I got my flu shot today. After asking if I smoked or was pregnant (by the way, the answers are NO), the nurse told me that I would probably bleed more since I have red hair. Now, just in case you forgot what I look like, here's me. (Notice the hair color.)

When I and most of the world think of red hair, this is the image that comes to mind.

(Lindsay Lohan, back when she was cute)

In conclusion, I think the nurse was colorblind, which is not a good trait for people in the medical profession.

For the past few months, I've been saying "true dat" nonstop, because I think it's funny when I say it. However, this does not give my mom permission to use this slang term. EVER. *cough sopleasestopsayingthatmombecauseitsjustnotfunny cough*. Phew, I'm glad I got that off my back. So what do you think I should start saying instead of true dat? I was considering using "holla" in everyday conversation, but I don't know if my peers are ready for that. Comment your suggestions please!

:) Lily

Universal Orlando

Orlando was AMAZING. Kristen and I had some super awesome adventures in Harry Potter World and the surrounding parks. Hogsmead was so well done- we, as big fans, were thoroughly impressed. Here are 5 of the 300 pictures I took on the trip. Enjoy!
:)
Lily

HARRY POTTER WORLD

http://www.universalorlando.com/harrypotter/

That's where I'm going. Tomorrow.

Lily

I've Just Seen a Face

He reminds me of a grouchier version of the old man in "Up".
By the way, the picture isn't lying, he is in fact leaning precariously.
He has quite the hunchback and awesome hair in the back. And a bowtie.

~Lily

Baby #2

It is purely coincidental that my first two clay people are wearing the same colored dress.
:) Lily

There's More

A few days ago, a tragedy struck my suburban home; a death. My first ever clay human crumbled to pieces right after I made him. He was a perfect Harry Potter replica- the scar, the glasses, the collared shirt, the vest, the wand- everything was perfect. I was so pleased with my new figurine that I made an equally awesome Hermione Granger. Hermione went first. She wasn't fully finished yet, but I had spent two hours on her already. Curling each hair and attaching them to her head took the most time, but it all would have been worth it. Her skirt was giving me trouble, and that's when disaster struck. She completely fell apart. Every appendage and detail broke off of her torso. I had to throw her away, but I still had high hopes for Harry. He is, of course, the Chosen One. :) I was putting him in the oven when it happened- his ankle cracked, sending a lone foot to the floor. As I frantically tried to fix his foot, his arm broke off. Soon my palm was covered in tiny detailed lumps of clay.
Today, I tried again, and she survived! Meet my first successful clay person.

~Lily