Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Team USA: Gymnastics

In the midst of the Olympics, I have noticed a few things.
A) I cannot swim well, flip well, nor do I have an excellent backhand (Or, any backhand really).
B) With 529 members on Team USA, we are well represented by 268 women and 261 men.
C) A lot of those 261 men are kind of attractive.

Gymnastics*

I swear, besides the Great Britain Team (Um... Max Whitlock, Sam Oldham, and Daniel Purvis anyone? Come on, they're the type of guys you just want to hug and watch romantic comedies with. Plus, Daniel is a ginger so he wins by nature) Team USA has an extremely handsome team. Also talented.

I was *sigh* so disappointed when I found out they placed 5th in the Team Finals.
Happy that Team GB got bronze (though I won't even touch the Japanese controversy *robbed*) but saddened by the fact that in prelims we WERE ahead by a HUGE MARGIN!

Anyway. Team USA.
Men's gymnastics.
*I will attempt to spell names right*

First, we'll start with Jonathan Horton

Then John Orozco

And Danell Leyva

Meet Jacob Dalton

And finally, my personal favorite(no offense to everyone else)
Sam Mikulak

And the women...
GOLD! GOLD! GOLD!

Meet... Alexandra Raisman

Gabrielle Douglas

The girl I feel bad for because they should have STOPPED FILMING HER CRYING!
Jordyn Wieber

McKayla Maroney

And the ever adorable Kyla Ross


I can't WAIT until the individual competitions.
So exciting!
And I hope I spelled their names right!

GOOD LUCK TEAM USA.

Olympics & Smiles,
Leslie


The biggest week. Ever.

This past week has been... um CRAZY!
So many big things have happened that prove I'm growing up.
1. Zayn.
Yep. My lovely first car. With the license plate SMIILES

2. I got a job!
I had my interview Friday and got called Saturday.
I get to start today! (:
This means....
I can afford car payments.
I can afford the rest of what I owe USM aside from loans/scholarships.
I can afford to get a new phone (Because Cocoa is falling apart)
And! I can actually afford the One Direction, Boys Like Girls, This Century, and The Cab concert tickets I've gotten.
YAY!.

3. I bought a laptop. Her name is Daisy.
I'm using her now...
Which means I can actually type more without having to be bored in front of the normal computer.

4. Became a Registered Voter.

5. I bought two different concert tickets this week.
A) This Century in Portland.

B) BOYS LIKE GIRLS!!!! At the House of Blues.

In September.
Funny story. 
We got the same seats as when we went to see A Rocket to the moon.
SAME EXACT SEATS.
Fab.

6. We went up to my Aunt Janice's summer house by the lake to see my cousin Dr. Sarah from California. We never get to see her.
Plus! Her brother Shane was there. I also never see him.
And we tubed in the rain.
Saw a turtle.
Ate delicious brownies by a nice woman in stripes.
We ALSO* visited my Matante and Uncle, because they live really near to Aunt Janice's. 
We had yummy chicken and chai tea and corn and potatoes.
Plus, we watched the olympics.
Win, win win!

Yep. What a fab week.
I hope you have a fab week!

Goodtimes & Smiles,
Leslie

Friday, July 27, 2012

I fancy {Patrick J Adams} Friday

So, let's just say I've been a bit of an addict lately.
I'm on a Buying kick: laptop, car, concert tickets, text books.
I'm on a Yummy kick: Shortbread cookies and Lady Grey tea.
Oh. And I'm on a Lawyer kick: Enter Suits. My favorite show to the tellie.


With one of the leading men being the boyishly handsome Patrick J. Adams



Right? Yes.
So he's a little old for me.
I normally strike the age limit at Chace Crawford.
But come on!


Who can resist the wit? The charm? The sheer TALENT of this guy, who takes an impressively convincing shot at being an associate of Harvey Spector.
Oh, Mike Ross. If only you were real.


Also charming about this guy is his twitter.
Yes, I am obsessed with twitter.
Follow me. @musicislifex14
Follow him. @halfadams

If you don't do any of that... at least do Harvey and Mike a favor.




 Or they might sue you.

Catch up on Suits Season 1 by renting the netflix and becoming a shut in for the weekend while only watching Suits and Nothing BUT SUITS.

ILoveSuits & Smiles,
Leslie

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

{Written Word} Wednesday

So, ello there!
Happy Wednesday.
I know that most of my novels (if not all) of them got deleted.
I've been writing things like crazy lately (Of course on paper and not typed)
But I managed to find a short story that I wrote this winter when things were not going so great with a few of my friends.

I thought I'd start the writing in small doses.
Even though there may be some serious editing issues... sorry.
Music Pairing: Landon Pigg "The Boy who Never"
Anyway, here is...
The Coffee Shop
          Relationships had never been Alexa’s strong suit. When the possibility of anything arose, she was the first to hit the brakes and jump ship. Normally, she hit the brakes for no apparent reason, other than her own fears. She found flaws in each of the guys and gave the old, “I love you, but I’m not in love with you,” spiel. Boys made her panic and panic made her kind of heartless.
          With her best friend Fitz, this panic was starting to appear in cracks and smears across the surface of their friendship. In certain conversations over facebook chat, came these awkward statements that caused Alexa to hide behind her computer screen, frantically text her go-to-girl Elizabeth, and cautiously type ‘Mhmm’ as a meek response. Though it made her feel terrible every time, it never stopped her from continuing to panic, ‘Mhmm,’ and frantically texting Beth.
          Unfortunately for Alexa, though, Elizabeth was not always on her side. Beth found Fitz and Alex’s relationship to be quite cute and charming, and she wanted them to succeed. Beth’s only goal was convincing Alex not to pack up her bags and run at the first sign of the spark that was presently arising.

          Sometimes, even Alexa’s brain decided to join Fitz and Beth’s team. Dreams had been haunting-though never bad ones (besides the one where he pushed her off a mountain) - her for weeks, and they were making her frustrated that she couldn’t seem to forget him. He was always clearly entered in her subconscious, creeping up out of nowhere. They were even dreams that popped out of thin air, making her question what was really going on in her own mind. The dreams made Alex seem bold and risky and extremely kissable, which was something Alex never, ever was. She had waited for the perfect guy to be her first kiss, and she didn’t like wasting them all on him of all people in her dreams. It wasn’t as if they turned out well in her dreams either, because after every kiss, she would turn into a squirrel, a puddle, or sometimes a bookshelf. Either way, she was tired of the dreams and very tired of his constant presence within the walls of her cranium.
          Changing the dreams and thoughts of her own mind was always Alex’s number one priority. Since her confusion level was always at the same level as the terrorist attack warning system at airports, she really wanted to get the Fitz situation figured out. She couldn’t handle any more confused emotions, the hormones at age eighteen were already raging, and there was no need to add to them, especially since everyone was starting to leave so life could begin.

          “Alex, come on,” Fitz smiled brightly, letting his eyes scrunch up and hide how big, brown, and blazing his irises shown. He grabbed Alex’s hand and pulled her along with him into the line. “Stop being so shy, we both know you’re not.”
Alex shook her head and looked down at her floral pink skirt, all fluffed up from the distinct layer of light tulle underneath. She flittered with it and sighed, “I know it’s ridiculous. But when it comes to this stuff, I am shy.”
“What stuff?” he teased. He knew exactly was she meant, and how this was something she was kind of sensitive about. But he ever stopped attempting to embarrass her, never.
“You know what stuff; boys, guys, men. I just don’t like dealing with them.”
He looked at her with the utmost awe, like he was taking in a piece of her airy-shyness that was normally covered by a distinct, humorous confidence that was doubled by a covering of the internet chatting tool. “Well, lucky for you; you only have to deal with me, love.”
“Hey, we still have a few years before the deal,” Alex pointed out. “Am I not allowed to think that anyone else might want to be with me?”
“I don’t get why you need eight years. We could just date and get it over with now and then get married.” He snapped.
Alex was caught off guard. She simply did what she always did and gave a small, ‘Mhmm,’ while avoiding all eye contact and turning her head as far left as she could, trying to focus on the door and the people entering. She tried to find something to focus on anything, anything except the boy that she loved, but was not in love with.
Fitz’s tone as he saw Alex’s discomfort stiffened. He always grew frustrated that she never saw what he saw. It was something Alex already knew, and she was just waiting for her name to be confronted. Her demeanor after these comments and one line responses always welcomed the confrontations.
“Alex,” he said firmly. At least he stayed consistent with trying to talk to her, though her constant disregard to his proposals were equally as consistent and encouraging to his behavior. “Alex, look at me.” Though she initially refused, as his voice repeated, the phrase was softened and she looked in his general direction, still avoiding lifting her brown eyes to his. “Alex,” his voice was calm now, almost sad that she never responded in a positive manner. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” He said. “Why do you get so quiet when I mention anything about you and me being more than we are now?”
Just as Alex was about to open her mouth and respond; say anything other than her normal response, the door to the coffee shop opened and Elizabeth walked in. She was meeting the pair and as she approached, Alex waved, “Hey!” as the petite frame of her best friend stood by her side.
Fitz shook his head and stiffened besides Alex. She heard him mumble, “Crap,” under his breath and reach into his curly mess of sandy curls to shake them, clearly frustrated at Beth’s timing. “Hi Beth,” he said less convincing than he would have hoped, trying to shake the frustration from his voice. She smiled warmly, not picking up the cold chill and uncomfortable stature of her friends. “Hey guys!” she sounded like her quiet, colorful self. “Did you already order?”
“Um, no, we were waiting for you.” Alex said.
“Oh, okay, let’s order then.”
They all got in line together and ordered their various lattes and coffees. Between Alex and Fitz was a strange friction that could have caused a Forrest fire had there been any trees around. Beth, not seeing the tension, opened her mouth and excused herself after ordering her large iced peppermint mocha. “Wait’- both Alex and Fitz protested.
“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to the bathroom. Grab my drink please and take it to a table?” she smiled waltzing off.
“Beth, don’t-”Alex tried again, but it was too late. Beth was already gone.
“Here you go,” the barista handed her their drinks. Fitz grabbed his and sauntered off to find a table. As Alex sat down, he stood idle and sighed impatiently. “I don’t understand you.” He stated. “You’re so damn stubborn and so sure that it won’t work out. Well, guess what Alex? I think that it will. You know perfectly well that I adore you, why won’t you let me?”
Alex shut her eyes. She knew he adored her, everyone did, but she wished he would stick the order of the deal. The deal was what they had been planning since there were seventeen, and agreed upon after being tired of the constant tired actions of the opposite sex. It entailed a marriage-originally at age forty, then pushed up to twenty-five- if neither of them had found anyone at that age. Then they would get married in a sea of pink and yellow frills, much like Alexa’s bright personality. Ireland was where they agreed upon, because of Alexa’s love of the Irish accent and slight lineage to the country, and Fitz’s love of getting out of the United States.
After that would come the children that Fitz promised Alex could name without much of a fight from his party. Since she had been dreaming of her future since she was a child, he seemed like the perfect man. On paper, he matched with Alexa like a dream, but she didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t want to ruin their four year friendship over a possibility of love. There had to be someone else out there that understood her and could keep up with her humor like Fitz could. She had to let someone else have the chance, because in her heart she knew that it wasn’t right.
“Fitz, you’re my best friend.”
“No, do not talk to me with that best friend bull. You will not.”
“Will you listen?” Alex asked him forcefully. Usually he was cutting her off and telling her she was wrong, that she should give him a chance, but she wasn’t going to let him guilt-trip her into a life with him. “Look, I love you, seriously, I do. But right now I’m not in love with you.” There it was. The dreaded spiel. She had gotten it out there, and she felt terrible. “You’re my best friend, Fitz, and I don’t want to ruin that with you.”
“You’re ruining it now by saying this to me. Of all the girls in the world that I’ve entrusted my heart, I never thought you’d be the one to hurt me the most.”
“I’m not saying no.”
“You’re certainly not saying yes.”
“I’m saying that I just don’t know right now. Indecision is a part of me; confusion is a part of me. Please, just… drop it.”
“So, what’d I miss?” Beth asked, coming innocently from the bathroom corridor.
Fitz sat down as far away from Alex as he could, practically throwing Beth in the space between them. She caught onto the awkwardness. “Okay…”
“You know what, when you stop being so goddamn stubborn, let me know.” Fitz got up hastily and stormed away. He exited the shop and both the girls stared off at it. Beth opened her mouth up, but he stormed back in. “And furthermore, just don’t let me know. I cannot deal with this uncertainty anymore. You will tell me now and now only, I repeat this is your only chance.” He said firmly, creating a scene. Everyone’s eyes were now on them, and Alex was praying he wasn’t going to finish his demand like she thought he was going to. “Do you or do you not see us at any point in the future?”
She put her hands over her face wanted to scream. He said exactly what she thought he would, and didn’t know how to answer. She wanted to answer with her usual, ‘Mhmm,’ but knew that deep down she couldn’t keep saying that four letter noise. “Don’t do this.” She pleaded. “Please, can’t you just see where things go? We have eight years, Fitz, eight years.”
“No,” he stamped his foot on the ground. “I need to know now.”
She thought for what seemed like the longest moment of her life. She remembered their funniest conversations, their proudest musical moments, their happiness, their comfort in each other. She remembered how she helped him through a few terrible break ups, and he just waited in the aisle, waiting for her to give him the green light.
Alexa knew what she had to do. She stood up and took a breath out of her nose, her voice shaky before even speaking.
“Please,” he pleaded, “tell me now.”
With a quivering lip and a heavy load to reveal, she spoke only two words, “I’m sorry.”


FinallyWritingAgain & Smiles,
Leslie 

Monday, July 23, 2012

Meet Zayn.

Now... it is official.
I have a car.


Meet Zayn.
Sleek. Black exterior and interior. Fast (Not that my parents have to worry about that... heh...heh...) Shiny. And Whistle Worthy.
Oh. And mine.

I'm going to be taking my dear Zayn out this week and then we'll have a Q & A with him. I am so excited.


ZaynySmiles,
Leslie



Saturday, July 21, 2012

Abused Antoinette

Randomly. 
On Thursday before we car shopping.
Yes, I am in the looks for a used vehicle.
Today I think my family and I agreed that I might get my dad's Mazda 3 (Which I am in love with. I would name it Zayn or Anastasia)
And he might might buy a Mazda 5, making my entire family a Mazda one.
Anyway.

I grabbed Casey's hand, told her to sit down in mom's salon chair and started doing her hair. Because I just felt like doing a photoshoot.
Thus, Abused Antoinette came to be.











I find her very regal, wouldn't you say?

Photos & Smiles,
Leslie

Friday, July 20, 2012

I fancy {Liam and Harry} Friday

This must be called the adorable day, because... Liam and Harry are absolutely... adorable!

:D

Starting with...
Liam James Payne

One of my* boys as divided up in the friendship of Kirstin, Bffshwtng, and Casey.
And I also get Niall remember.
Silly Kirstin.... HOW COULD YOU TRADE LIAM!!?!?!

Yes, bud, I <3 you too.

Mixing my two boys into one picture (Sort of)

He's always so serious, which is why he is indeed "Daddy Liam"


But when he lets go, he's absolutely adorable.

Oooh Liam.

And onto Bffshwtng's dreamy 1D counterpart..

Harry Edward Styles.

The most dimply, strangest (Well... he's competing with Niall for oddness? Let me think about it) Most smiley member of the band.

But come on... He's definitely Stole my Heart.. what about you?
Yes, that was 1D irony.

What can I say? He's a cutie. Serious or not.


Yes, Harry, I love you too.


There we have it. All my I fancy posts for the massively lovely band One Direction are finished.
Only 341 days until the concert.
AAHHH!!!!


1DSmiles,
Leslie


How to tell if you have the Leslies... *shudder*

One dark night (Or day)
There was a girl.
She was of the... peculiar variety.
Strange. Odd. Out of this World.

Her name was/is Leslie.

Here's how you can tell.
















 

Photo Credits to my best girl Casey.
Her Marie Antoinette meets battered woman shoot will be coming soon!


Smiles,
Leslie