New

So lately I've been writing poems, monologues, and other silly things. But there has not really been an update in the Life of Lisha :) Where to start?!

Maybe my new job?

I'm the newest Stylist at Me Salon and Fashion! It's so fun and the girls I work with are so talented. I'm having a great time!

Oooh! Or maybe my new haircut! I needed a change, and this was just the remedy :) Just short and sassy enough for summer!

But I'm pretty sure that I saved the best for last :) Probably my favorite New thing. He's smart, hilarious, and a hottie! That ladies and gents is what they call the whole package! I couldn't be more happy!

Monologue (One of many I'm sure)

Do you ever have one of those days where you feel...Invincible? Like you could fly if you wanted? Or move a mountain with you bare hands? I kind of feel like that whenever I'm with you. You make me strong. And determined. And brave. I really can't explain it. And I kind of don't want to, for fear that it won't be as special anymore. Is that weird? It probably is. But that's another thing about you. YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! In fact you embrace my insecurities. You tell me "You wouldn't be you, if you didn't have imperfections." And all of this is so eternally backwards to me because all I want to be is perfect for you. People tell me all of the time that perfection isn't real. People on tv screaming at me that it won't ever happen. Or pictures in magazines illustrating to me that I'm never enough. And yet here you are telling me that my imperfections are just that. PERFECT.

When did I get so obsessed with being perfect? Perfect....pERFect. perf---ect.

Probably the day I dropped my sunglassses. And looked up and saw the most perfect boy I have ever seen.

Perfect you.

Perfect (Tanka)

It's a weird feeling.
To know that you are perfect.
To look and see you.
To realize you're all mine.
And to not know why it is.

First Impressions

So I've heard alot in my life You only get one first impression. People may not like what they see. You have a really pretty face but... and you know what? I do only get one first impression. But who am I to say that they won't like what they see? The whole purpose of this blog is to make people see how beautiful they are. How wanted they are. How AMAZING they are no matter what.

So I have heard so many good things about the show THE VOICE. It's a show where these people audition to be the next big thing in music. The only catch is...the judges/coaches have their backs turned while the auditioners sing. They can only turn when they have decided what they're hearing is what they want on their team.

Amazing!!!!!!

Seriously?! How cool is that? These people are judged on their talent and ONLY their talent! The funny thing is, at the end they all turn around and some of the coaches regret not pressing the button once they see the person.

How much do we as people depend on the outward appearance?

Why is one better than the other? Why can't we appreciate what we have?

I learned a while ago that when we compare ourselves to another person, we're often comparing our worst quality with their best one. So of course we'll never measure up. I guess with all of these abstract thoughts I'm trying to say, give people a chance. Give yourself a chance. Because you deserve to be loved. To be wanted. To feel sexy. To have a someone think you're beautiful. Because when that happens....it's one of the best feelings in the world ;)

xoxo, Lisha

I love Farrah

Facebook isn't the only thing that I can forget to log out of and can possibly get sabatoged by my friends. Pretty much my friend Farrah is a little crazy and just couldn't pass up the opportunity to remind me how awesome she is! And how much she loves me. :)

Can't stop smiling

I don't know what it is.
Maybe it's the way you say my name,
or how you look at me when you say it.
Maybe it's the butterflies I get when
you hold my hand.
Either way, I can't wipe this smile off my face.
It's contagious and beautiful
and it won't go away.
And you know?
I don't really want it to.

--Lisha Michel

Monologue

And just because I look like I'm sleeping doesn't mean that I really am. I like to feel your heart on my heart. Your hands in my hands. The way your eyes flutter because you're not really asleep either. We're both aware of each other. Aware that another day has gone by, and while we're kind of sad that a day ended, I'm kind of excited because I get to start another adventure with you tomorrow. An adventure that I know nothing about yet. I'll learn something new about you because I want to pay attention to every move you make and take mental photographs so I don't forget anything. Not one freckle on your shoulder, or one laugh that you laugh. I hope I never forget. Never ever.