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Nov. 9th, 2009

Dancing in the street

Good Shoes to take you good places.

But my only good shoes right now are my new converse. Which may explain why everything sucks.... I told myself I'd get out more, I'd meet a nice guy. I said I'd do super well in my classes and clean house more. I said I'd look around for a job.

I'm still outraged by a lot of things, but wither can't do much, or don't know what. I still haven't forgiven, even though I've been saying I let go.

Lets start a punk band. It'll be awesome, we'll sing about racial and gender equality, and kick out all the skinheads. It'll be great. They'll burn down a venue around our show, and we'll be famous, because our truths were savage and dangerous, and the people couldn't understand until it was too late. We'll burn brighter than the stars you can see from downtown.

I am sick of hearing about Twilight. There are so many better things out there, not only in the sense of just grammar, but also content. I would never want my child to idolize such a broken, obsessive, mentally abusive relationship as "love" I want them to idolize a strong woman, who can move forward on her own, and defend herself, and can find a love as equals. Tamora Peirce, while sometimes having characters bedding down more quickly than I would like, gives much better role models than Myers. Garth Nix's Abhorsen series is one of my favorites as well. The Golden Compass, if you aren't terribly religious. And what about the classics? As teens and young women, what about Austin novels? Good books that take a brain. What is wrong with us today, that poorly written vampires who climb into ladies' bedrooms at night are seen as romantic? I can't stand it.

In other news, I should be typing up my relationship essay. I combined Chinese soap viewing, ginger ale and soup delivery, homework pick up, household familiarity, and jokes about growing old together. And pretend they happened in the same even (because it made for a better story that was more coherent, and I am taking artistic license, because I can.)

Ignoring that essay again, in my lovely stream of consciousness, lets talk about the fact that I have almost no social life. Its pitiful. I sit on my ass with Phoebe and Mom most weekend nights. I don't have many friends (there is a difference between a friend and an acquaintance, and those I do have also seem to be homebodies.

Enough chit chat for now, we need to name our punk band.

Oct. 28th, 2009

Dancing in the street

Walking Down the Street and Running into your Blog after a Year.

Oh! Well.... this is awkward. Long time no see. Have you been well? That's good, I have missed you too. I'd like that... Maybe tomorrow, between classes. We can sit in the Library, and talk about all the past and present that we missed. I'll see you around 11 then? Great.

Jun. 6th, 2009

Autumn blues

Faily!

I am faily, with very little to say today. Someone remind me later to actually, you know, post. This is why  I never had a diary, or kept up my reading journals. I kinda suck at it. I just remember my failings, and its depressing.

-Kubla (2 weeks ago)
was fun, thanks Dex for talking me into going. But for the love of all things good and holy, can wel PLEASE let the cleaning ladies in, at least in the bathroom? They have the keys anyway. If they wanted to steal from us, they would. That smell was just not okay. Also, to Al, with dearest love, its not cockblocking if he wasn't going to ge any anyway. Why couldn't you save me the awkward? Why?


-Chillin with Sarah (wednesday?)
Always lovely to spend time with you, fun helping out at work, dirving about, shopping, and generally being awesome, we must do this more.

-painting (the weekly deal)
Damn, I really need to get La to clear the desk so I can paint again. Just saturdays are not cutting it for me. I enjoy it too much.

-archery (supposed to be weekly)
We fell out of the habit again. Whoops, also, I need to talk to Joanne about the 2 of us going another day of the week, that way, I have TWO one hour sessions a week, which should be AWESOME.

Thats it, fair thee well, faithful readers, till I actually, you know, do stuff with my life.

Apr. 13th, 2009

Autumn blues

BRRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNNNSSSSSSS.....

I feel like a zombie. Not sleep so good last night. I need to print my Character sheet for a zombie RPG I'm playing in on Sunday, and I need to read the rules for a one shot on the 30th. I need to call admissions, ortho, and oral surgeon, all to make appointments. I need to tell my family what I want for my birthday, I really have no clue. I need to exercise more, start doing light weights, and eating better. I need to buy new pants, new converse, and get a hair cut. I want a new LJ username, so I'll probably make a new one? I need to call/write to my friends more. I need to get the plot bunnies out of my head. I need to get the music that makes me cry out of my head. I need to stop trying to be cool on the internets (it doesn't matter, and its not working XD) I need to not be batshit insane.

that word vomit over....

In regards to the plot bunnies. Would anyone be offended by my terrible narrative writing skills if I tried to work on a story in installments and posted it here, for you all to read, and tell me why it sucks? ("misspelled this!" "grammar fail HERE!" "this makes no sense!" "this is a boring story" etc.)

Mar. 16th, 2009

Quiddich

Can I Stop Existing Now?

I am sick. I woke up Sunday with a cough. Thought nothing of it and drank some water, and had pancakes (because my Daddy is awesome and made me pancakes.) Cough continued, when my awesome pancake-making Daddy went to go pick up La from BART that evening, I asked him to get cough drops. Drops helped, yay. Went to bed at 10, was feeling tired. Slept fitfully, woke up coughing a few times. Got up at 9.30. Still coughing, small headache. Showered, got dressed, got a bagel for breakfast. Developed a small sniffle around noon, cough drops becoming less effective. <.<

As it stands now: Tired, STILL coughing, throat is sore, sinus feels blocked up, but very little sniffles. Giant headache from hell, and my neck is sore. BLEGH. And that is all I have to report, really. Gonna shower, and hope it makes me feel less lucky, and take some NyQuil.

Feb. 27th, 2009

Autumn blues

Long Time no See

HAHAHA. So, its been... over 3 months? shame on me. Whatever.

I'm already having issues with giving up comic for lent. its been a problem. Most of my time on the computer is spent reading comics. I freaking LOVE comics. So I've taken to writing a story. And as it turns out, it is all wrong. Well, not all wrong? But mostly wrong. Must start over. Must set goals of some sort. Blegh.

I also need to, Monday morning, start throwing myself against the wall that is CCSF. I don't wanna. But I'm going to.

I also need to buy my ticket for Kubla Con, we will also make that Monday, I guess. Have to make a deposit first.

I also also need to repaint Brian's figure, poor thing. Hopefully I can do as good a job.

Why is this blog post becoming a to do list?!?! Probably because I have lots to do, and have done very little. More shame on me.

My head hurts, probably because I haven't stayed well hydrated today. And... I don't know, that's about it.

I miss everyone. I'm sneding all the Valentine's day cards I wrote a month late.... maybe I should cross out "Valentine's Day" and write "White Day" instead? Who knows.

Nov. 4th, 2008

Autumn blues

Living my Life, Finding Someone Else's

I can't believe that today happened. Its all been kinda surreal.

First off, I actually got to vote. My first time voting, and its in one for the biggest elections to possibly happen in my life time. Not just in regards to the results, and what they mean, but also in voter turn out. Its an exciting time. for better or for worse, change is in motion.

I spent a good part of the day finding out as much as I could about a man I've never met, whom no one has heard of. I found a Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) "Flying Log Book for Aircrew Other than Pilot" while clearing the built in bookshelves in preparation for painting the living room. the book belonged to Leading Aircraftman (L.A.C.) M. Davies. He qualified as a Bomb Aimer - Air Gunner January 1st, 1943, at the #6 Bombing and Gunnery School on Ontario, he qualified as a Navi at another Canadian school. Then, he went off to war. I can follow this, and his test scores, in his log book. I know the two units he served in (1668 HCU, 155 squadron), and it seems he survived the war, given that the last flight logged is the 4th of June, 1945, and in some of the papers shoved in between the pages, he has a membership card for the Royal Air Forces Association, for which he paid the 1946 membership fee. He appears to have settled in England, at least for a time. There is a negative of a mother and child in the papers as well. Interestingly, there is also a temporary pass from the end of October, 1942.

I think the main reasons I'm so interested, is that I wonder why he held on to that temporary pass through the war, and also I wonder if he, or the people in the picture care about this stuff. The spine is calling apart, and the pages are yellow and faded. The temp pass looks like its been folded and refolded countless times. The handwriting is very old fashioned to my modern eye, but also very beautiful, and neat. Maybe its strange, to try to dig up his life, but it somehow feels important to me. I put out the word on a site vets use to try and get word about each other, sent an e-mail to a gentleman who was looking for people who had served in the 115 Squadron with him, asking for a first name, at least.

In other news, its getting (relatively) cold around the Bay (for those of you elsewhere) its 50ish degrees right now, don't think it got above 60 today. And it was partly cloudy, after 2 days of rain. While I like rain, having it this earlier means not a lot of rain all told for the winter, which will mean a bad summer.

I'll have to wait till morning to see how prop 8 does, 47% no, but that's slowly gaining, and CNN even predicts a narrow defeat, because the big counties voting no have had low returns so far. We are now at 50% total, but last i checked, Alameda county had only reported about 10%, and at least 3 or 4 other no states were only reporting around 30%. So we shall see.

Oct. 20th, 2008

Dancing in the street

Hot Like a Thermonuclear Reactor

     when I was waiting for my order at Tsuru, there was a guy talking about thermonuclear power, and he was so ignorant about the safety and environmental hazards i wanted to bash his head in. The mood I was in already didn't help.

     Max Payne was hella super cool like woah. Don't forget to wait through the credits, there is an extra scene.

     THERE IS A DISCOUNT BOOKSTORE IN BAYFAIR!!! REJOICE! It was closed by the time Jon and I got around to it. and they had a Last Exile wall scroll in the window that I want hella bad. I loved that show so much.

     UUUMMMM.... I bought new figures today. I love them especially Piers, the young mage. because he looks like an incredibly pretentious noob. And unlike the other figures I've bought so far, I love his name so much I won't change it.

     (a picture's worth a thousand words: http://www.reapermini.com/graphics/gallery/4/02836_G.jpg)

     then i got a really cool female warrior, because i need a tank type to round out what I've got, and an Undead hunter. if that means she is undead, or if she hunter them, I donno, but she has a flaming sword, which is why I got her, honestly, and she has a cool pose. As I thought (looking at one someone else painted) it means she hunts them. But looking at that reminded me off all the work I'll have to do with the light thrown of by the sword and dear god what did I just get myself into?!?! O.o Oh well, too late now.

     In other news. I'm an a mood over things. So I'm feeling very productive in all other parts of my life that I CAN do things about. SO, I will start making grocery lists and menus for the holiday season. If anyone has a very specific kind of cookie they love from yours truly, speak up, I'll make sure to make some for you. the doughs for gingerbread and sugar cookies keep for about 2 months in the freezer. SO I will be getting started on that. I have every intention of making not one, but THREE gingerbread houses this year. plus plenty of gingerbread cookies, and my pressed sugar cookies, and on, and on.

Sep. 11th, 2008

Autumn blues

Diamonds are Best Friend

Alternate Title: I need a Job for this crap....

     Lately, when I go shopping, I haven't been able to get at much. Mostly because I'm getting more expensive things. My eye has been drawn to the finer things, recently. Its a problem, because I have, if anything, less money to spend. But I keep finding myself drawn towards a more mature style, and noticing the quality of fabric and workmanship. I couldn't find any simple earrings I wanted, at The Icing, none of it was appealing. I found the perfect pair, eventually. At Nordstrom. For 75$. Problem: I don't actually have 75$ to spend on earrings. And the matching necklace was beautiful... for 300$. So I have neither. I also found about 20 million coat I want for my winter wardrobe. But I can't get them, because they are all out of my price range (but lets be honest, everything is out of my price range, I shouldn't be spending any money).

     MOVING ON from my fashion woes (but not really) I need a new perfume, because I'm getting low on Hana Mori, and frankly I don't find it suiting me anymore. I found two that I'm interested in. Bvlgari "Jasmin Noir" which, no surprises, has a strong Jasmine sent. And the mystery one (no longer, I found it on the website) 'L de Lolita Lempicka' which is very vanilla-y with orangish cinnamony tones. I like the Loli, but its a little to strong for me, I think. And smells waaaay to much like Angel, which La wears or used to wear. But I'm loving the Jasmin Noir. Its subtle, floral without being to sweet, and still rather deep. Which will be another 100$ I shouldn't spend <.< but I'll treat myself to it next month, knowing me.

     In other news..... I miss my Fia. Its sad, but I SO MISS HER. Its not even funny. I would call her right now, but its almost 3 a.m. Harvard time, and I think she would kill me.... But yes, missing my Fia, because she is my soulsib. AAannnnddd.... I'm out!

Liz Out!

ps: if you are far away, I need your mailing Address, so I can send you crap!

Aug. 1st, 2008

FLCL

Lost in Time, Lost in Space

I'm feeling a little lost. I wish the weather was cold, so i could bake. I never feel lost, baking, because I'm in my kitchen, my little kingdom, and i know what I'm doing, and i have a card with directions nearby.

I'm having trouble keeping up with the days, but i just checked, today is Friday, august 1st. Not much longer till Vegas. This is going to be interesting, because its the first time I've really actually had to care about looks, like, getting my nails done, and my brows, and doing something about acne, etc, because people really will be judging me on that. Weird. But I'm excited about seeing Mystere.

La's birthday is coming up. I gotta go get her present. I think I can do that this weekend. I know what it is. I just gotta get off my butt. Also, if everyone could get back to be about when their winter break is? I want to have a Christmas party. I donno where, who, or what we would be doing, I'm really just looking for an excuse to go all-out in the kitchen, and make everyone try my baking. Nothing like the holidays for cookies and cakes.

In other news..... nothing, I still don't have a clue what I'm doing with myself, but as long as I avoid Mom, she doesn't freak me out over it. She seems to make a hobby of inciting me to hysteria.

Also. If I join a band, I'm going to have to be the tambourine girl, i don't have the coordination to drum, my hands are lame and cramp up trying to play guitar or bass, I'm not fast enough, and i can't sing for crap. Oh well, the good news is, it wasn't my dream.
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Jul. 18th, 2008

Dancing in the street

(no subject)

I saw Hellboy today. It was pretty good. I liked the costumes for the royalty.

I keep thinking about updating some profound, revealing, interesting post. But I haven't come up with anything. I should post more,
but my like feels boring. So i haven't posted for 9 weeks.

Mom is trying to encourage me to write. Stories, etc. Ever since reading Lord of the Rings again, she's been on me about it, prodding and such. She's done it before, but I never really followed her advice. I can start stories, but never end them. I suck at goodbyes, I guess.

Any opinions? Should I try 55's again? or some longer format? Should I bother? (as in, do you think I have any skill at all) Mama seems confident, I do not.

I've been reading a lot, but I can't imagine writing anything similar, though I could totally revamp Grown (Gothic short story for The Duff) it kinda sucked, but with major work, it could be worthwhile. I could try poetry, but I always sucked at that too.

I havn't been sleeping well, recurring dreams. Spiders in the East Wing Library. The dawn light looks lovely coming in the windows and through the dust motes, but the dinner plate-sized spiders crawling down the walls at me just ruins the whole scene.

Nerv Out.

May. 13th, 2008

Dancing in the street

Early Summer

The thing about early summer is how cold of the mornings are, but how hot the afternoons. I always remember going to elementary school, and so many girls would wear too-big sweaters over shorts, so you could barely see the cuffs. By the end of lunch, we would all shed those too-big sweaters, and race across the yard in t-shirts and tanks, happy for the warmth and the sun.

But the image of the bean-pole legs that seem entirely too long, and petite face, mixed with the bulk of the sweater, have become the iconic memory of my summers.

May. 9th, 2008

Dancing in the street

I AM SICK

Damn you to hell, Gary! I know it was you who gave me this cursed cold! I'll get you for this! You made me miss Casablanca!

Also:

Gov't: DONE, 3, maybe a 4

English: DONE, I think a 4, I rocked some of those essays

World: 5 days! I can do this! (probably)

Final projects: Gov't is... debates? w/e? English is book project, I want to do something like the Weekly World News (its a bizzar bit with sotries about thins like batboy, bigfoot, and aliens) anyone wanna work together? And World, we'll be doing presentations about time periods, not fully assigned yet.

80's prom tomorrow, I hope I'm well enough. Prom coming up, 2 weeks, very excited! XD Nani's dress is hot stuff, Fia's dress is hot stuff, my dress is hot stuff, Sarah's dress will be hot stuff... this is gonna be good.

More to come.

Apr. 16th, 2008

huh?

"I Wake Up Exhausted, It's Not Morning"

    I've been waking up in the middle of the night recently. I sleep in 4-hour cycles, and recently, I've been waking up in the middle, and spend about 10 or 15 minutes in the middle of the night, worrying. Then go back to sleep, and wake up feeling no better than when I went to sleep. And we wonder why the woman has been wearing her sunglasses! (the bags, and the sensitivity to light).

    Anyway, I've been doing too much (again) and getting lost in it all (again). When will I learn? When will someone say "hey Liz, quiddit, you be doin too much, and don't really have to do X, Y, and Z!"? When will I figure it out myself? Oh well, I'm insane. Feel free to tell me. So like cramming for AP's, stupid Salsa, DND insanity, Quizbowl crazy, and trying to spend time with people I actually like and I don't want to eviscerate.

AP's
    Three, Gov't, English, World. Gov't is looking like some epic fail to the max, there is no way to save me at this pint, I don't think. But I'm gonna try, God help me. English is looking ok, as long as they don't get me to analyze too many poems. And World I should rock at, because I rock history like no body's business, that test, by all rights, will be sitting back, smoking a cigarette when I'm done with it. UNTILL THEN: study like hell. No words for the amound of cram I should be doing. Anyway,,,,

Salsa
    Damn this dance, damn it to hell. I was brought on a week before the performance, and I've learned the dance better than most of the others, and none of us know the song (so, you know, the speed) AND Anthony and Keith never show up! They don't know the dance, and Anthony is too busy shaking his booty like he's all that to even stay on beat. (cheeky brat, he's rude, snotty, and thinks too highly of himself) And Kieth can barely do the basic salsa step <.< I really hope we cancel this.

DND
    right now, I'm kind of apathetic to the Wednesday afternoon game, mostly because Dex and Joe are kinda ruining my fun by being so rude and mean, seriously, they don't even let people finish sentences before correcting them, right or wrong. Its even bothering me. and Jenn, while I love her, has been getting very irritable and bossy. So like, I really was not enjoying myself.

Quizbowl
    As long as they show up, I'm happy. Sylvia is an angel, sent from heaven, that proves God loves me. There is no other explanation. She is awesome. She took care of ordering the new parts, and she keeps track of games we've played, and she's just awesome ^.^ Also, planing this tournament will kill me. Oh well, least it'll be fun

People I Care About
    I need to spend more time with you, lovelies, lately, all I've had time to do is put my foot in my mouth as I run by. We need some times. I wish for cake and ice cream for my birthday, and we need another time thats not by my Birthday to have me cook for you!

    W/E, talk to you all later, much love.

Apr. 5th, 2008

Dancing in the street

I Don't Mind, But What Do You Mean "I Am The One?"

Today's title comes from Billie Jean. I found a video of it being done a cappella by a Latvian group for Eurovison, watch it here, its kinda epic. (half the fun is the video, they are so geeky looking, and well... you'll see)

Anyway, life's decided to stop beating me with a 2x4, taking me for dead, or thinking I've learned my lesson. HAHA. Yeah, for those who haven't heard, I got Jon good, got him to come for Chevy's for lunch, telling him it was to give him part of his birthday present (and this was! no lie!) and told the waiter that it was his birthday. Well, for those of you who don't know? that means that, after the food, the entire wait-staff comes over, announces to the entire restaurant that "HEY! WE HAVE A BIRTHDAY OVER HERE!" and gives him a Chevy's sombrero. Then, they sing, rather loudly:

"Happy happy birthday,
from the Chevy's crew!
We wish it was our birthday,
so we could party too!
OLAY!"

Then they give him free ice cream. ^.^ He had no idea what hit him. So he gets the rest of his present tomorrow, don't worry, I don't do this to everyone, I just had to do it to Jon. XD

ANYWAY. for those of you who haven't heard, I'm tired of repeating it: I didn't get into any of my choice schools. BOO FRIGGEN HOO. So, I'm gonna be in town, probably at DVC, to transfer to Knox or UCSD (my two top choices) after a year. End of story.

Now? I'm listening to a mix the lovely La made for me and typing up the rest of my 55's, to be posted tomorrow or this evening.

---
"People always told me, be careful what you do
don't go round, breaking young girls hearts"

Mar. 25th, 2008

Autumn blues

Late Again

    Soooo I don't have my stories on hand. They're up stairs. I'll get them later. I'll post some later. I don't really have the heart to right now. I don't really have the heart for anything, right now, creative wise. I can't wait to get out of the house, spending time with people would be really energizing. Knox rejected me. I'm feeling a little deflated. Otherwise, I guess I'm ok. Anyway, stories to come later tonight, i guess.

Mar. 15th, 2008

huh?

(no subject)

Rennie has a dress! I have done little to no homework! But I'm here! and starting at 11:39! so ON TIME! XD

Useless lackey
    The body was revealed with the spring thaw. Frozen and pale, the cold had kept the rot away. Parents stopped letting children out of sight, and police swarmed everywhere. They arrested Evan two days later for Bobby Blue's murder. That idiot, I suppose if you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.

A Romantic Evening
    Lily walked through the moonlit gardens, quickly reaching the meeting place. The Prince was already there, and they met in a close embrace. The pulled away, and blood ran down his shirt.
"Why?" He whispered as he died.
"I'm an assassin, love, its what I do." She replied, "I have a war to start.

Reality and Memory
    She was the most beautiful thing he'd seen, more glorious than anything in heaven or earth. So he painted her a thousand times, drew her ten thousand, sculpted her a million. But now she is growing old, and can't live up to her beauty anymore. She'd have to disappear, and let his memory remain pure.

Dancing through Death
    New shows: red, patent leather, kitten heal, peep toe. Love them: noticeable, cute, but not slutty shoes. Party shoes, dancing shoes. These prancing, twirling shoes. Dipping, spinning, jumping shows. But these shoes, they have a catch. These shoes don't stop dancing. Dancing, prancing, ever dancing shoes. They never stop, these blood red ever-dancing shoes

You are our Sunshine
   
Breathe. Thats right, calm down, in and out. Now, steady our hands, level that sight. We have him now. Thats the ticket, steady on. We'll do this right, and he'll never bully you again. We can pull the trigger for you, just step back, and let the rest of us do it, we made you innocent for a reason.

HA! MADE IT! wewt. Thank you Jon, for reminding me. More on life, and more stories later. What are we at... 7? 8? I've just noticed how they almost all have to do with crazy people and death. O.o more on that later too.

Mar. 14th, 2008

Quiddich

Rawrg, more to come

Four days... FOUR DAYS!!!! I fail yet again!!! But its already past my bedtime SO I will be gining you five, thats right, FIVE shorties tomorrow, when I've done some homework after returning from helping Rennie get a dress!

Mar. 10th, 2008

Autumn blues

Wandering in the Foggy Dew

The lack of comments... do they suck that much, or did people stop checking regularly? :P Whatever, he's the next one:

Pretty like Prey

She walked down the ally.
"I've something to show you!" she said. Her curls bounced, and skirts fluttered. He blindly followed. "Just a little bit farther!" She smiled, backing into darkness.
"Here I come!" He said drunkenly, hoping for more than just the privacy she promised. He couldn't help but follow. No one heard his screams.


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comment at will!

songs of the day (yes, it goes to you tube videos with the songs... ):
The Foggy Dew, sung by Sinead O'Connor
also, as sung by The Young Dubliners
Don't say A Word, by Sonata Arctica

Mar. 9th, 2008

FLCL

Lame like me

Why can I never keep up with this thing? I kinda suck at it. From now on, I will be posting my crappy 55-word short stories here, ever day. Don't let me forget, people, hound me! If you don't know the rules on these, the title can be no longer than 7 words, and the story itself must be 55 words or less. We'll start off with two today... fell free to tell me your opinions ^.^


Family Tree

Now lets see... one, two three, yes, perfect, I think a cherry tree will go here perfectly, too. Nothing as perfect as little pink blossoms. One, two, three, perfect in a row, so deep and peaceful, waiting to come up perfect pink in the sun. One, two, three, silent still faces covered with earth.

Rescue Chopper

Purple mountains majesty my ass. Drag me up a mountainside for dad/stepdaughter bonding? Much hate, no love, your darling stepdaughter. But don't worry, I don't have much farther to go on these blisters. There's a steep, deep ravine up ahead, just the place for a "clumsy" step-dad. I've always wanted a helicopter ride.
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