Sunday Night Musical

Swift and Heat are chillin' like villains and liquid will be here shortly (as soon as our ice cream devouring session starts!) and you know what that means. It's sunday night. We're holed up in a 10 foot by 11 foot dorm but that's not stopping Heat's speakers from pumping out good music. So here it is--My Sunday Night Musical.

Song #1- Golddigger

When I'm in neeeedd. This line is repetitive. Get down girl, go 'head get down. I could spend countless hours contemplating the deep and profound meaning of this song, but when Swift and Heat are hollering it like their lives depend on it, the only thing i can think of is sighh--repetition proves to be good entertainment...And let's be honest, it's probably better to not overthink what Kanye was intending...or worse...how he was inspired.

Song #2- Ice Cream and Cake Song?

Yes the ice cream party has started. Although SOMEONE forgot to FREEZE the ice cream...idk if it's still edible...but we're eating it! It's chocolaty chocolaty goodness. Kinda warm...but goodness. And of course, Swift found the perfect song for this occasion. And of COURSE liquid found the perfect dance. So with music, dance, and melted chocolate ice cream...what more do u need? 

...maybe some stomach fixing meds after our bodies' defenses kick in...

Song #3- Girlfriend

HEY HEY YOU YOU I know that you like me! THIS song sums up our group in a nutshell because HELL YESS i'm the motherfucking princess...and so are the rest of the girls. And yes, the other girls are like "so whatever" and most guys can "do so much better." But once again, the lyrics are besides the point. Have you ever heard a better head-bangin, scream-out-loud song that builds up the self-esteem like this one? yeahhh i don't think so. Rock on Avril Lavigne. Rock on.

Song #4- Get the Party Started

I'mmmm coming up so u betta get this party started. This song is SO. OLD. I remember being in like 5th grade when this song was big. yeahhhh LONGGG time ago. But it's perfect for a night like this. School starts tomorrow and so does schoolwork, but tonight, we're gettin this party started.

Song#5- Pants on the Ground

This has become a recent hit. And American Idol fans will know exactly what I'm talkin about. Pants on the ground, pants on the ground--lookin like a FOOL with yo pants on the ground. hahaha here at this point i am reminded of Heat. remember that gangsta post from a short while ago. sigh. don't worry heat. i don't think the song was directed at you =]

Song#6- Gives You Hell

"Truth be told I miss youuu. Truth be told i'm LYINN'." I don't consider myself to be a mean person, but I have my moments. and so do the other elements. And truth be told, this song really brings out those moments. And truth be told it's awesome. 


The song list could go on and on and on and on and on. but the point is. I. Love. Sunday. Nights. This has been my Sunday Musical. Tune in next sunday--when the same thing happens again =]

##Dirt##

Letters From Iwo Jima

That's the movie I watched today.  It's basically about the taking of Iwo Jima, except it's from the Japanese point of view.  Clint Eastwood directed it, so I guess it was guaranteed to be good, but still.  It was groundshaking, mindblowing, and absolutely heart-shattering.  One of my new favorites?  I think so.

The story centers around Saigo, a young Japanese baker who leaves his wife and unborn child to go to war.  Fueled by his desire to live for his family, he endures dysentery, poor living conditions, endless abuse from his incredibly bitchy captain, and the constant threat of death, whether at the hands of the Marines or those of his fellow soldiers.

The theme of dying for one's country and dying with honor is strong throughout the entire movie, and sometimes stretches to the point of fanaticism.  The idea of a "last stand" is prominent in literature and in movies, but this particular movie is the first I've seen that portrays a soldier's outlook on death realistically (or at least seems to do so).  While the Spartan heroism and recklessness in the face of death depicted in Zack Snyder's 300 is admirable, and, quite frankly, extremely badass, one cannot empathize or identify with them- only idolize them.   At the end of the day, I feel like soldiers are just as afraid of death as civilians.  After all, we're all only human.  They just battle it, day after day, because they willingly serve a higher purpose and a greater good.  The men in this movie overwhelmed me with steely nerve, courage and cowardice in turn.  Their commanders would lead them into battle and tell them beforehand not to expect to come back alive.  They face death with their men- in fact, one of the generals always tells his men, "I will always be in front of you."  And nevertheless, they'd still go out and fight.  And at the same time, they would use death as an escape.

One of the most heart-wrenching scenes of the movie is when Mount Suribachi is lost.  The commander of the operation, unable to face the shame of having failed in his duty to his country, explicitly defies orders and sends a message to his men, ordering them to commit suicide.  In this scene, I'm not sure which is more terrifying- the obvious fear on the soldiers' faces as they set off their grenades, or the readiness with which they give up.  This is also paradoxical in the sense that these men believe, with all their hearts, that the most courageous way to die is in a cave, by their own hand, in vain.  However, when Saigo and another soldier escape, believing that they should be productive and continue to fight if they're going to die anyway, they are accused of desertion and cowardice and are almost executed.

 Another idea that Eastwood highlights in the movie is how little the Americans and the Japanese knew about each other.  Eastwood portrays the best and the worst of both sides very well.  While four Japanese soldiers throw humanity to the winds and stab a cornered and injured Marine to death with their bayonets in revenge for killing one of their own, one of the commanders shows compassion for another injured Marine, Sam, and nurses him, finding common ground and befriending him in the process.  I thought it was interesting that American soldiers were portrayed in the opposite order.  Although the Americans are portrayed as humane at first, one of the Japanese soldiers has the rug pulled out from under his feet when he goes to the Marines and surrenders.  He is unpleasantly surprised when one of the soldiers who was ordered to keep an eye on him pulls out a gun and shoots him instead, not wanting to be burdened by POWs.

One of my favorite quotes in the movie was from a letter that Sam's mother writes to him, in which she tells him, "Remember what I told you.  Always do what is right because it is right."  It is this quote that bridges the gap between the Americans and the Japanese, because one of the Japanese soldiers admits that his mother told him the exact same thing before he left home.  And it's a good thing to remember.  Although it's sometimes hard to resist, doing something for applause or glory really doesn't afford the same satisfaction as doing something simply because it's the right thing to do.  It takes self-control and discipline, but it's a lofty goal to aspire to, and extremely satisfying when it's achieved.  

I was trying realllllllllly hard to avoid putting spoilers in here,  so I think I'll stop now.  Overall, Letters From Iwo Jima was an expressive, ingenious masterpiece which testifies eloquently to the horrors of war and the power of love.  But most importantly, Letters To Iwo Jima is a tribute to the indomitable human spirit, portrayed in the Japanese AND American characters.  It portrays the ruthlessness and cruelty that humans are capable of in the face of adversity or in the throes of revenge.  But more importantly, it showcases the potential for courage, strength and resilience present in EVERY human spirit.  

All that matters is which of the above-mentioned qualities you decide to harness.

~*Heat*~

I AM SINGLE HEAR ME ROAR

Ok, so dirt made a comment yesterday that got me thinking. she was missing her significant udder udder and she just burst out "it sucks to be single. i don't know how you guys do it!" 




at first, i'll admit it, i was offended. i mean, excuussee me i get along just fine thank you very much. but then i started thinking about it. sometimes it does suck. i mean, being best friends with three girls in pretty awesome relationships does make me jealous. (ayyo, don't you dare start pitying me now) seeing guaranteed cuddle buddies and the random nose kisses is kind of awkward. i laugh and make fun when you disappear for hours on end in your rooms (SHIT SHIT SHIT :D and the pants down buckle off episode anyone? :D) but i kind of wish it was me that could come back with that shit eating grin and you guys NOT be like "oh, so who was it this time?". plus liquid's vomit inducing cutesy post was SO CLEARLY ABOUT HER THING it made me smile to think she has something like that, but also sad because i feel like im missing out on something vital. i guess i'm pretty envious of that stable emotional connection you guys have. it's an amazing thing, im sure you know it already, but cherish it. 








at the same being single ROCKS. 








i don't get bored. if one guy is a dick to me then there's always another one right behind him. I can make out with whoever the fuck i want. i don't get that weird disease that the others seem to have where you don't notice the hot guys all around you (OR DIAGONAL FROM YOU IN CLASS cough cough heat cough cough). i am not beholden to ANYONE. every single part of me is my own. i don't have to tell anyone where i am, where im going, who im with, why im there and not here. i don't have to care about you or your day at all. i can be completely selfish and THAT is a beautiful feeling. i love being able to imagine all the possibilities with multiple people. i love falling for three people at once and getting that twisty fluttery feeling. the first crush, the anonymous amor. that really good looking sweet funny smart guy in my english class and the hot guy from chem and that random guy i see EVERYWHERE on campus (if you're reading this i swear im not stalking you) there's just so many awesomely wonderful boys out there and dreaming about the potential is almost more fun than getting to know them. 




sometimes i know im not mature enough to be in a relationship, honestly im probably not mature enough to have friends, but then other times i want what you guys have. it's a weird thing i suppose to want both. i guess that's why i always fall into half relationships, nothing official, but just enough to keep me satisfied. we'll see how long that lasts but as of right now

i am single, hear me roar 

(if you listen closely, you'll hear a faint BAKAWK :D)

SWIFT

says love love love everyone around you. 

peace love and EASY MAC. 

Whipped.

Who the crud came up with this stupid concept of whipped? What does that word even mean? Do you see people walking down the streets holding whips? Because according to MY resources, there's some MAJOR whipping happening in the world.

My friends say I'm whipped, his friends say he's whipped, meanwhile we're sitting like a bunch of baboons scratching our heads because we're trying to figure out who the hell did the whipping because both of us were totally unaware of every cracking the whip! what ever happened to HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE for crying out loud!!

I don't get it. If a guy cares about a girl and feels strongly for her. WHYY shouldn't he be able to go out of his way to do things for her, try to make keep her happy? Consequently, if a girl is crazy about a guy's smile, whyy can't she go out of her way to make sure that smile stays on his face?? Do people need to ridicule a healthy relationship by condescendingly calling either (or both in my case) member WHIPPED.


And then there's this whole idea of people being controlling in relationships. THAT pisses me off. Yes gone are the days when guys can just bully girls around and expect said girls to ignore it. But the days where a girl can openly abuse a guy have still yet to come as well! Why does there have to be a competition to be the boss? is it really too hard to treat each other like humab beings?


and then people wonder why relationships fail. 

##Dirt##

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta. (Albeit a crazy, terrible one)

So I walked around all day today, wearing jeans with a sports bra/tank top thing and gym shorts underneath.  And I sagged.  It looked like I was wearing boxers.  I felt pretty damn hot.  But I felt even more baller.

I'm telling you.  It's the little things in life that make you happiest.

So seeing as I am Heat, I'm probably supposed to be all intense and smoldering and seductive and sexy, right?  WRONG.  I am the world's biggest klutz.  Well, maybe second to Swift.  But I'm up there.  Prime example: Three nights ago, while suffering the most cataclysmic attack of PMS known to womankind, I yelled at my boyfriend because he told me to stop speaking in a high voice.  *It should also be added here that he came from across campus at 11:00 at night to come see me.  I am the epitome of gratitude.*  Obviously, he pointed out the aforementioned fact and made me feel incredibly guilty, the result being that I howled my apologies at him and wrestled my fat self off the couch to go hug him.  I ended up tripping over his bookbag and falling on him, crushing him and, I believe, his family jewels in the process.

Sad day.

My feet also seem to have quite a penchant for my mouth, because they're ALWAYS in there.  I say and do the most retarded things.  Like today, for example, when I was talking to Swift on the phone and she was trying to tell me a story, and she told Vikram to shut up.  Without thinking, I said, "Yeah Vikram, shut up!"  The aforementioned Vikram is Swift's brother.  Which I realized right after those words had shot so sweetly and kindly out of my mouth.  Swift, tell your brother I'm sorry and that I love him and his Wolverine and wussup wussup antics.

But this may possibly be the most embarrassing moment of all.  While walking to the dining hall today,  I noticed these Indian guys playing football.  Which is quite rare, you know.  I rarely ever see Indian guys play football without making complete fools of themselves.  So naturally, I stopped to watch.  The guy who was throwing the ball told his friend to move back further so he could throw the ball.  The friend said he could never throw it.  So I, the silent yet extremely engrossed audience, waited to see what would happen.  

The guy threw the ball all the way.  It was actually pretty damn impressive.  And without realizing that all these guys could see perfectly well what I was doing, I raised my eyebrows and my jaw dropped a little.

Next thing you know, one of the guys is yelling out, "Oh damn!  She's impressed!"  As if they need any more fire to stoke their ego.  I'm sitting here at this point, completely embarrassed and walking away, and to top it all off, the guy throwing the ball goes, "Hey I'm doing it again!  You should come watch!"  And my bitingly witty retort?  

"Nah, I'm good."

~*Heat*~

Ten Things We LIKE About You.

Don't you love it when boys do things right? Albeit rare, when a boy does something cute- you can just feel your heart melt and knees go weak. I've decided to dedicate this post to boys and they're successes. Why? Well, sometimes you gotta give a man a little bit of credit ;) 

Here are the top ten things that boys do RIGHT that make our hearts melt like little Hershey kisses. 

10. Random Hugs. It goes without saying that boys are..well..a little too sexually driven. Ladies, we've all had our days when we're just not in the mood for hanky panky business. I find it amazing when a boy gives you a hug and just lets go and wants nothing more than that. sigh. less work for me :)

9. Cologne. Oh lord I want to start a religion worshiping the person who created Axe. Boys' cologne is made to mimic testosterone..make sense now?  I love it when boys smell manly as opposed to their usually stank that oddly resembles the stench in my garage. 

8. Hey Beautiful. In today's modern world, words like sexy, shawty, hot mamma and the likes have taken over the male dictionary. Who gets called beautiful anymore? Of course, this is only awesome when it happens rarely. So boys, keep those spontaneous hey beautifuls coming and remind your lady why you're with her!

7. Don't you be talking no $H!T about my MOMMA! Don't you just love it when guys respect your mom? When they ask you how she's doing? When they politely shake her hand? when they dress up just for her? It shows that they have respect. and what's even better? When they respect their own mothers. I find it so amazing when a guy has love and respect for his mother and calls her multiple times a day. The woman carried you around in her uterus for 9 months and has basically kept you alive your entire life with food and love. Give her a call. Just holla once ;)

8. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. the last one leads into this one. A boy who holds open a door, lets you take his seat, lets you go first is almost guaranteed to be a good one. I know that the rules of feminism(which I am a strong proponent of) clash directly with this thought- but come on. I'll open the door for myself most of the time to "balance out the power/blah di blah" but a little old school chivalry never hurts. If you're respectful to random woman- chance is you're going to be resepectful for your lady. It's a test!

7.Stand Your Ground. "Your friends they're jerks when you act like them just know it hurts..." Sing it Miley Cyrus. I love it when boys stand up to their friends for whats right. People give girls crap about insecurity- but honestly I think guys can be just as insecure in making decisions. I think they suffer from peer pressure more than we do. So men, when you stand your ground- say no to a drink, shrug it off when your guys tease you about your relationship, or say no to a night out doing something sketch... we really do appreciate it. 

6. Sacrifice. now boys don't do this all the time...but....we really really love it when you let us have the last cookie now and then. or even better- when we split it :)

5. protect me. As a strong independent woman, I know I can take care of myself. Now and then however, I really am flattered when you put your arm around me when we walk around at night, or when you give other boys who are checking me out the dirty eye. Or when you walk behind me with your arms out just in case I slip and fall. 

4. Listen. when you listen to us cry, or yell or scream..we really do appreciate it. In retrospect we may realize you're freaking out and weirded out. But really, we need you. And when you do sit there and just take it all in and remind yourself over and over again why you love us- we're sitting there wondering why we're so lucky to have you. 

3. SUIT UP. ok so your bball shorts, jeans and whatevers are awesome. We love seeing you lounging around, just chilling. But when you suit up. Oh. My. GOD. men in suits>chocolate. yea. I went there. Legen...wait for it...DARY.

2. Be a Kid. girls love to goof off. And when her MANLY MAN has the balls to be a little kid- she's reminded of why he's so awesome. Boys being a kid now and then is FUN. and we LOVE fun. :)

1. BEE YOURSELF. this is the most important one. To me especially. Just be yourself. Play a video game or two, go watch a game, do what makes YOU happy. This little romantic things are extremely annoying (mind you i left off serenading and dress like jay sean to avoid problems), but we appreciate them in small doses. We'll let you spend a night out with the guys if you give us a twirly hug or whisper in our ears. We just want you to be the guy you are because honestly...that's why we like you so much. Give us your cute little grin. Talk in a sexy voice. Idk. Just be yourself and that's all we need! :)

~Liquid~~~~

you show me yours i'll show you mine.

topic of today: why boys and girls are really not as complicated as the other sex thinks.


Girl says: I just want a cheese cake right now.
Boy Translation: OMG IM PMSING OMG OMG IVE TURNED INTO A MONSTER.
Real Translation: Im really hungry and I want a cheesecake. Dammit I'm probably pmsing.


Boy Says: Let's do something together.
Girl Translation: SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX.
Real Translation: let's make out, after holding hands. 


Girl Says: Let's do something together
Boy Translation: Let's hold hands and watch chick flicks and talk about our feelings and complain about menstruation and Jay Sean and gag me now please.
Real Translation: let's make out. after holding hands.


Boy Says: Let's just be friends
Girl Translation: I don't like you, you're ugly and I never want to see you again. 
Real Translation: I'm not interested. 


Girl Says: I hate you. 
Boy Translation: I'm flirting with you to make you say that you love me. 
Real Translation: I'm annoyed at you right now and I'm trying to get you to understand this without being mean. 




I could go on, but the basic point is that boys and girls are really the same. We think the same thoughts, we have the same feelings. Some girls are more emotional (but then again I know boys that cry during books) some boys are more clueless (actually more boys than is normal... jk) but when it all comes down to it, I feel the reason that so many boys have problems with girls is that they think we are more complicated than girls really are and girls think that boys are more clueless than they really are. A person's a person you guys, no matter what the appendages are, and sometimes I think we forget that in the barrage of movies and books that beg to differ. The chickflicks that bemoan obliviousl(y sexy) boys and the dickfest movies that make fun of shallow big breasted women were a good idea in the sense they hit the nail on the head for some people (we laugh because we all know a Gemma from Fool's Gold or a Ben Stone from Knocked Up), but I feel like they've taken things a little too far. Far enough so that we start believing the stereotypes and accepting them as fact rather than as humorous caricatures modeled after Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus (weenus... hahahahaha :D). 




I was thinking about it, and I just wanted to remind everyone that gender stereotyping is only reliable when a girl is on her period (then all bets are off- speaking of, are we all on the same freakin cycle. wtf?). Otherwise, all (people) are created equal. Remember that next time you're trying to decipher the opposite sex. or the same one. i know heat, liquid, and dirt are the most confusing girls i know jk jk guys. i love you :D






this post is dedicated to some of the boys that i know who are confused and frustrated with girls. have faith guys. you'll figure it out eventually. 

SWIFT. 

is out. 

Exhausting Days

So everyone has those exhausting days. Those days when you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you, like the rug has been pulled from right under your feet, those days when you want to just stop walking in the middle of the road and just let out a long wheezy sigh. Yeahh, those days. I'm having one of those days. I would have been going home today. I'm not. I should have been done with classes by now. I have an interview. And I want to go to sleep, but I'm wearing formal attire.

MY schedule is sooo wonderful that it doesn't match up with anyone else's. It's fantastic. So everyone's in class right now and I...I am waiting for that interview.

It's just been a long day.

Now Swift started this cool signature thing, which was then taken up by Heat. So now I feel compelled to make one. Let's see...

• ^Dirt^
• ~Dirt~
• DIRT
• dirt
• ##Dirt##

Ohhhh!! I like that last one. Cool. I'll remember that. Sigh. well that was some temporary amusement.

SAVE ME FROM THESE DREADFUL DAYS!!!!

Sigh.

sighsighsigh.

##Dirt##

If all else fails, I think I'll become a health teacher.

You know why? Because after THREE HOURS of lab, where I dropped washers in graduated cylinders, held thermometers aloft so they wouldn't touch the Bunsen burner (which, by the way, is such a workout for your biceps. Try it sometime), sanded Coke cans and broke stirring rods, I still had the patience to explain the intricacies of the menstrual cycle to my boyfriend and answer all his questions. Who is Auntie Flo? Why does she make me go insane? What the hell? It skips sometimes? Doesn't that mean I'm pregnant? Woah! It's been skipping since freshman year? Disgusting! Have I no shame?

Sweet baby Jesus. Sometimes I wonder if he was paying attention in high school.

On a positive note, the weather outside is beautiful. If it were a little less windy, it would be perfect. I love blue skies and cirrus clouds so much, it's a little crazy. They just automatically put me in a good mood, and they inspire me. Right now I'm just watching the wind rustle the leaves outside my window and listening to Moonlight Sonata, and it's sooooooo relaxing. Granted I'm a classical music nerd, but seriously, try listening to the whole song at least once. It's beautiful :)

That's all for now, I guess. I have to go clean. The mess is driving me nuts.

~*Heat*~

The Time Has Come

This blog was the best idea we've had all year, and we've had some really good ideas this year.

good ideas we've had this year:

1) studying together while hyper.

currently im in the lounge trying to finish homework that i should've been done with two hours ago. my distractions include a very sexy man sitting next to me who i have staring contests with, facebook (this should go without saying), raunchy rap music that heat is playing, and.... pretty much everything in front of me.

2)safety pinning ourselves to our beds

liquid was the genius behind this one. she attached safety pins to her bed and then herself so if she was to fall off, the bed would come with her and cushion her fall.

good job liquid, do it again.

3) singing besame on tables

this one requires no explanation

4)trying to fit 9 people on a couch for movie nights

5) breaking into the stadium

i wasn't drunk, i wasn't high, but i broke into the stadium for the first time early last semester. i stayed to watch the sunrise and had my first really awesome night at tech. and by really awesome i mean really awesome.... if you know what i mean.

in general, we tend to have really cool ideas but this is by far the best.

anyways... since this is my first post, and the first night of our blogging career (i'm plotzing with excitement. this is going to be epic)im going to take this opportunity to introduce myself:

i'm SWIFT and my element is air. im flighty and flitty and flirty and fun. i tease and i taunt, but get me mad and i'll blow your house down.

I wanna go everywhere in the world, I want to love and laugh and lie and cry and I never want to die. actually, let me rephrase, I never want to get older. I can't explain myself really, i feel like im everywhere and everything and nothing and nowhere at the same time. conundrums conundrums.... maybe that's just me being facetious.

whatever.

i'm kind of done for now and i don't want to bore you with my abstract rambling, so imma go now.

PEACE OUT mothafuckaaasss.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

THUNDERCATS! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[get on my level]

SWIFT

Feeling Dirty?

Crazy. That's the only word I can use to decribe these people. I'll have you know. Element X is in the lounge and we are being VERY productive. Cut me some slack. I had an exam today.

They say in college, you live your life--these days are the best days of my life. I didn't believe it. You see, sometimes, I'm a little slow. Adjusting to change takes a little bit of time. But the second semester is rolling and I am loving it. The hard work hasn't REALLY kicked in yet so wasting time is not really a problem, is it.

We had been talking about making a blog for days. Today I put my foot down. It was now or never. So here it is. This thing will be precious--close to my, no OUR hearts. Because here, we'll pour out what makes living in this place worth our while.

The name's Dirt. Heat says I'm the most motherly (mother Earth and all)--I personally vouch for Liquid as most motherly. I can be cute when in bloom, but in a moment of stress, I remain calm and practical. Hardworking & stable, I'm definitely the most grounded of the lot. Extremely possessive and my words bite with the force of an Earthquake. I appreciate the simple things in life, which is why moments like these, when we're sitting here doing absolutely nothing useful, are the most precious to me =] Like the Earth, I've got layers. Dig deeper and you'll find there's so much more inside, under the surface.

~Dirt

Let The Flames Begin.

Fire. It's a mix of contradictions. Beautiful yet dangerous. A tool of creation, yet a instrument of destruction. Warm and soothing from far away, but scorching to the touch. A work of art, yet a force to be reckoned with. With every beat of my pulsating heart, I generate a fire. A fire of intensity. A fire of zest. A fire of passion. And this fire of my ardent lust for life envelops my soul and forges my psyche. It purifies and extracts the best of me, creating a shatterproof spirit that gleams like a diamond, that springs right back onto its feet when knocked down, that lowers its head and charges at obstacles, shattering them to smithereens. When this fire is harnessed, I am unstoppable, unshakeable, damn near invincible.

But when this fire is fed too much and is allowed to burn waywardly, it consumes me. It engulfs me. It fills my heart with an inferno, raging and destructive. It breeds anger, envy, and at its worst, hatred.

At the same time, I have learned that without this fire, I am nothing. It blazes, quietly but intensely, in the depths of my soul, warming it and giving me purpose and feeling. I love or hate almost everything under the sun with passion. Just know that in my world, hell freezes over with black ice. At my absolute worst, I become a frigid well of sarcasm, cynicism and cold scorn.

Marilyn Monroe once vented a list of her failings, ending with the assertion, "But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve my at my best." I guarantee you that if you get to know me- ALL of me- and accept me for my best AND my worst, my drive will impress you. My humor will warm you (and so will my clumsiness. But that's another story.) My open-mindedness will inspire you. And most importantly, my passion will inflame you.

Let the flames begin.

~*Heat*~

Go With the Flow

Liquid. A state of matter. Water. Flows to take the shape of any container. Freedom to move. Freedom to mold. Oh, and heats up real fast ;)

So many crazy things happen to us here in college, so it seemed only fitting that we recorded them somehow. I always say that our lives would make an awesome sitcom. But, in all honesty, blogs are the new sitcoms. Who needs Seinfeld when you've got us?! We'll make you laugh, cry, smile, or just shake your head in pure disbelief. Just know that if you're looking for entertainment and a sense of belonging- you've come to the right place.

We'll tell you when our hearts ache, when we laugh so hard our stomachs hurt, or say something worth being in a comedic show. Beware, you are entering an inside joke zone.

You'll be hearing some crazy stories from me. I find myself in interesting situations- mostly because I find my emotions flowing with other peoples' emotions. I strive to empathize and connect with people. I'm also somewhat of a ditz- so I get to surprise people with my somewhat intelligent thoughts now and then.

All in all, I think I can summarize my relationship with Earth, Fire and Swift in a few words..

craziness.sheer stupidity.hormones.emotions.academic excellence.sexiness. LOVE.

~Liquid
:)

Welcome to Element X!

Hellooo Ladies and Gentlemen!

Welcome to Element X. Let me tell you a little about us. We are four girls-- Swift, Heat, Liquid, and Dirt. We are the four elements. The X is for our girly sides. When we post collectively, we will sign as Element X. We are four best friends having the time of our lives in college. Here we will post our craziest moments, our most memorable memories, and of course, some of the funniest quotes you will ever read.

Enjoy!

~Element X