Etsy

Just opened a account on Etsy with my sister. I'm still pretty new at it and say a lot of cheesy things, but hopefully I'll sell some of my crafts. here’s just a sample of some things I've made and started selling on Etsy. And don't laugh at my inexperience at selling items on Etsy :) I will get better.
http://www.etsy.com/people/LoganElizabethFloyd?ref=si_pr

Bitter Sweet Nostalgia



Dearest,

 How many times have I thought about that night? I’ve counted, roughly five hundred and thirteen times. Five hundred and thirteen painfully sweet times. I remember your eyes burning with such intensity it scared me. How your skin tasted slightly sweet like vanilla bean ice cream and when you ran your fingers softly around the small of my back, I could feel my heart flutter. I remember your lips soft and full, pressing uncertainly against mine. I could taste your poison, feel it seep through my veins. How quickly I pulled away from you and how you pulled me back to steal one more kiss before this frozen moment became reality.

 I remember you fell asleep holding me, as if I would be carried off into the night if you loosened your arms from around my waist. I laid there quietly in the unforgiving darkness for what seemed like a eternity. Pondering, reminiscing until finally I carefully turned over to stare into your sleeping face. I studied it, trying to make a never aging picture in my mind. Your dark, almost black hair fell into your face, hiding it from my gaze. I gently brushed it back to study you more thoroughly. Your eyes flickered behind closed, rose petal eyelids. Dreaming of what I hoped to be me. Your chest lifted slightly, then fell back down as you slowed your breathing.

 We were never supposed to become anything, let alone fall in “love”. Everyone was sure to inform me of that. I knew you were bad for me, toxic for me. I could feel your effects tearing my every last shred of whatever was left of who I once was. That night, as I stared into your face, the face that I had loved for so long, I realized your face was no longer the same. It had grown twisted and hostile. I hated you for it, for what you had become and what you had done to me.

I could no longer stand to look into that twisted face any longer.

 That morning as the sun broke through the night sky, I broke through the power you held over me. Without saying a word I unclasped your hands from around my waist and crawled out of your bed. Grabbing my bag off the kitchen chair as I swiftly headed towards the front door, I placed my hand loosely on the cold brass knob. I Paused for a split second as my mind debated the situation. You were all.

 I knew for so long, and now I was abandoning you, just like you had abandoned me so many times before. I glanced around the room one last time before I stepped through the door into my new life. I shut the door to your house and my heart and walked away from our dream together.

 As I made my way to my car, I started to feel a horrible pain in my chest. My eyes began to fill with tears, that proceeded to run down my face. I collapsed to the ground, putting one hand in front of me to steady myself, as a sat there crying. I could feel the cold pavement rocks stabbing into the vulnerable part of my hand. I felt as if the ground had swallowed me up. For that moment I really wish it had. I slowly started picking up the little pieces of rock, throwing them at nothing and screaming till I felt whole again. I quickly wiped the tear marks from my face with the sleeve of my shirt and told myself “This had to be done and eventually I will no longer hurt.”

 Countless times you called me, pleaded for me to answer, but I shied away from your voice. You continuously told me that you loved me, but I stayed silent. I knew this to be true, but you had too much love for all those other girls as well. Maybe I destroyed this relationship from the beginning. I am destructive by nature. The first time we laid eyes on each other, I was the one who played games with your heart. Or maybe I knew what would become of us. What would become of me if I had stayed. I was a wild bird and you, you were my cage.

 Every thought was a thought of you. You poisoned my mind and controlled my moves. My body was in agony, I craved you like a drug, and just like a drug you'd leave me used up. Wasting away like coals in a fire, growing colder as my warmth was taken from me.

 You once were my light, but you burnt out. I will always have a hole in my heart for you. I say hole because you have singed my heart. Buried yourself there like a tick, leaving me with no choice whether you can stay or not. I feel “hole” is more suitable then “place”. You broke my heart; I learned my lesson. I need someone new to write about.

Unwantingly Forever.

Elizabeth D.

Sandman, sandman, sandman...

Yes I read Comic books, watch cartoons, love Starwars, spend hours reading books, make crafts and sews, steals candy from stores, is always happier when it rains, would rather have people die in movies than animals, constantly has cold feet ( both figuratively and literally) can never make up my mind and dances in my underwear while cooking breakfast. I'm a total nerd and I was not the one worth leaving...

Petals Open to the Moon

Recently I discovered that Stephanie Meyer’s book The Host is going to be made in to a movie! I really enjoyed the book, and I swore if they ever made it into a movie that I would audition for the part of Petals Open to the Moon. She’s the one they transfer Wanda into at the end of the book, and is truly my favorite character (even if she does have a small part). I honestly think I could play this role very well if I was given a chance.

Well here is the description of her…“When Wanderer is placed into the body once controlled by Petals Open to the Moon, she finds that her new, 16 year old body is small and weak, but has silver skin with golden freckles, gray eyes, a round face, a dimple in her chin, and bouncy curly golden hair that sticks off her head. She is said to look very trustworthy and angelic. She lies that she is 17, turning 18 so that her age will be closer to Ian's.”

 When I was little I looked alot like that, and I think if I had my natural blonde hair I could be perfect for the part. so of course I have to post pictures to prove my point..

There all pretty random, but they work. Also I'm only 5' 2 inches tall and weigh 105 pounds. I'm pretty tiny looking. 

A little something

     It's been a while since I have posted anything new lately I just want to say a little something. One I've been extremely busy with school finals, but I have finally finished which leads me to my next something. I got all A's this year! which I guess is a great accomplishment haha well at least for the fact that hopefully I can go to UNM and take acting classes in the fall ( If that's still what I want to do after this summer ;p I have the right to change my mind at any moment). Next my little sister and I are planning a trip up the east coast into Eugene again, I started learning how to make beautiful music come out of my guitar, and my mother, sister, and I are going to Hawaii for a wedding in July. I'm psyched for this summer anyhow I just wanted to post a little something.

P.S. I love you Mom, happy Mothers day.