Journal I

The days are so hot. The weather report calls for thunderstorms almost everyday but it hardly rains. Sometimes I hope that the clouds will break open and let out a torrential downpour while I'm walking home from class. Umbrellas don't even need to be considered when it comes to summer rain. Why is it that "torrential" is only ever heard in reference to a "downpour"? I don't think I've ever heard it placed in front of another noun.
I hope I can get a new record player soon...although I should really just save my money since I have events coming up that I'll need it for. What kind of gift should you get your mother & her new husband? The last and only wedding I've ever attended was my uncle's, and all I remember about that was how the cake was decorated with fake butterflies crafted from differently-colored feathers, and that instead of throwing rice, we were supplied with some kind of tiny, hard, heart-shaped, sprinkle things. I think my mom's using birdseed, which is nice. I hope lots of birds fly down to nibble at it while we're around.
During one of my regular imaginings of my mom's wedding, I wondered: will she throw her bouquet? It's tradition, but there are only two single women in her family now, excluding my widowed grandmother, and those two are her divorced sister and myself. I suppose that her fiancé will have daughters there who aren't married, though. Let's just hope that she decides to skip the garter-belt gig...

Indulge me. (Or not)

This link will take you to a site where you can choose 5-6 adjectives that you think describe me. Then I can see what qualities I need to improve upon to make you like me.
http://kevan.org/johari?name=Lizzybeth+T

Facial Hair Frosting

Ice Cream Cone Cupcakes:

Prepare cake batter.
Pour into ice cream cones (with flat bottoms) until 2/3 full.
Set in cake pan or on cookie sheet.
Bake for 30 minutes at 350 degrees (unless cake mix directs otherwise).
Let cool; decorate.
Devour and wear frosting as a soul patch.

Little thing.

We were born in sunshine
in a cereal bowl of warm gold
Teaspoons of your skin
Fingers bloom and unfold

We were born in sunshine
We'll probably die in rain
I grabbed forkfuls of your hair,
thinking
whether we drown or burn alive-
it's all the same.