tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61337912011-04-21T18:54:51.510-05:00EMBRACE IT, FEAR ITMan’s inhumanity to manLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1162485605615614262006-11-02T10:39:00.000-06:002006-11-02T10:40:05.626-06:00So I had a birthday, it was goodLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1160064088993250792006-10-05T10:49:00.000-05:002006-10-05T11:01:29.006-05:00Here are my general observations about college:My bed here is more comfortable then my bed at home. The sheets are softer, and the room is cleaner.I feel like I'm always in a department store while in my room. The way the dorms are set up each room is supposed to have two windows right next to each other. The way my room is set up we only have half of the regularly allotted windows. The boy who Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1159473637769026992006-09-28T14:55:00.000-05:002006-09-28T22:06:44.966-05:00Ok so things are way better now. All those ethics violations turned out to be nothing. I'm still mad that they even put me through that, but it turned out better then I could have hoped.I also didn't fail at math as much as I thought either. What I saw as a low D actually turned into a high B, which was entirely due to luck. One problem I blatantly got wrong and wrote the right answer, he countedLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1159400562817441502006-09-27T18:41:00.000-05:002006-09-27T18:42:42.843-05:00So I'm upset and a little bit scared right now.I wish people would stop picking on me.Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1158863091970857182006-09-21T10:37:00.000-05:002006-09-21T13:26:31.730-05:00this may appear to you as a garden variety accessory that may come unattractively attached to a dress or handbag. Most of these accessories are luckily attached with a removable pin, and not permanent.This flower, however is different. You will probably find yourself attaching it to whatever you are wearing at the time, because it might just save your life.This kevlar rose brooch adds protection Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1158473963154256852006-09-17T01:11:00.000-05:002006-09-17T01:20:35.340-05:00Fanny packs were a god awful idea, right? Everyone knows that attention just needs to be drawn to the widest part of the hips. Fanny packs have been a 'don't' since, forever. Yet things are apparently changing. Who knew.Changing 'bell bottoms' to 'flares' made them cool again, and thongs no longer refer to the flippy floppy shoes we can't seem to get enough of. Who's to say the 'hipslinger' Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1158440222788015102006-09-16T15:51:00.000-05:002006-09-16T15:57:02.800-05:00So I'm thinking of making this a reoccuring thing: Stuff I find on the internet I think is cool. One suprising trend I've crossed is the past few days is living furnature. Litterealy 'grow your own couch.this is a lawn chair you can buy.This couch is just awesome.Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1158339729514282962006-09-15T11:33:00.002-05:002006-09-15T15:51:56.400-05:00Last night I made a brake through. No I don't suddenly understand calculus. The discovery is this: There are web sites out there entirely dedicated to fulfilling my need for adorable, tiny, wonderful, random things. There are a lot of web sites for this purpose actually. I was so excited I almost wet myself. Then I decided to make a blog of all the amazing thing I found. This stuff is just neat!Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1156878910610661572006-08-29T13:58:00.000-05:002006-08-29T14:16:30.710-05:00college isn't very hard. I don't know what everyone was complaining about and worried about. I'm so bored that I don't know what to do with myself, and the complete lack of privacy is driving me crazy (comunity bathrooms), but as far as school work is concerned, meh.I'm not even taking particularly easy classes, but I would put mrs. sullivan's history class above any of them. I'm sure it will Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1155609614378184222006-08-14T21:28:00.000-05:002006-08-14T21:40:14.393-05:00Today was Mindy's birthday. Happy Birthday Mindy!!I was excited all yesterday for today and it didn't dissapoint. It started off with speed shopping with John. The conclusion I've come to after clothes shopping with both Tom and John, is that boys are just as picky about their clothes as girls are. "This is too long, this one's too short." "This has a hole in it, this buttons up." "No lizz you Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1153772583603997342006-07-24T15:16:00.000-05:002006-07-24T15:23:03.636-05:00Tomorrow is the beginning of the 'epic roadtrip', or so it has been named.Mindy will be providing the carCaitlin will be providing the navigationBrigid will be drugged to prevent car sicknessAnd I will attempt to record it all for posterity.so excited!Three days, and two nights, in Oklahoma City!Why Oklahoma you ask? I'm asking myself that actually, and I still haven't figured it out yet. It justLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1151788472560582592006-07-01T15:48:00.000-05:002006-07-01T16:14:32.573-05:00So ever since school got out I haven't been able to shake the feeling of suspense, like I've got something important to do. That feeling made total sense when I was still worrying about congress and nationals, but now it seems like I've been stressed for so long, my body's just acclimated.Cayman was fun. Totally awesome actually. I seriously hope I get to go back sometime. Preferably when it's Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1149398891738472082006-06-04T00:16:00.000-05:002006-06-04T00:28:11.750-05:00So for the past few weeks I've been having a personal balancing act between getting stuff done, and trying to remember it's summer.I don't think I've been doing a terribly good job of either. My only hope is that I've managed to prepare the bills that I'll magically need, because I'm pretty sure that as idealistic as it is, I won't be working on a laptop on the beach. I'd be away to afraid of Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1148794707936670682006-05-28T00:32:00.000-05:002006-05-28T00:38:27.953-05:00I know you've all been waiting for it. The test. The one that tells you if you're a serial killer or not.In a study done in some prison I've forgotten the name of a disproportionate number of convicted serial killers answered the same way to this scenario:A woman was at her own mother's funeral. While there she met the man of her dreams. He was everything she imagined to be perfect. She had neverLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1143689693043922912006-03-29T21:34:00.000-06:002006-03-29T21:34:53.056-06:00I thought I'd give the world and posterity a little advice:If, at any point in your life, you have an urge to eat those spicy chicken strips from Hen House, go for it, they are delicious.If, however, you decided to mix those strips with grape soda, (which is totally awesome on its own) think again. IT will burn is so many different ways.I just don't want anyone making the same mistakes I did.Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1137388459547192042006-01-12T18:41:00.000-06:002006-01-18T21:28:41.286-06:00for serious though, it's been a while.I think that was a comma splice, and Mrs Edmonds can go die for even making me think that. Today was miserable in English. I don't know why, but I'm coming to the realization that holy Trinity was seriously lacking in a lot of the basics. Like math, and english. Like I said to Tom"I feel like I've been playing catch up for four years.""Tough shit." said Tom Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1133397249111997692005-11-30T18:31:00.000-06:002005-11-30T18:34:09.130-06:00Zinger1243@aol.com writes: hi Dottie, Where do babies come from?Hi Zinger1234,When a man and a woman love each other very much, they sometimes decide together to get a baby. There are many ways for the man and woman who love each other very much to get a baby. One archaic route involves storks, but that's always sounded a little kinky to me. Another is through adoption. This usually takes a long Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1126150635029240902005-09-07T22:21:00.000-05:002005-09-07T22:37:15.036-05:00Brigid's birthday party was a blast into space.There was pizza, and cake, and slightly underdone cookies.Then to my utter joy, not, a group holy trinity picture was takenyay, and all that stuffThen I realized, few of these people I talk to, fewer of them do I like, so, here is my new edited pictureMuch improved. Paul is still there for Tom, because Tom is in love with Paul.But who listens to tom Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1125024733099471342005-08-25T21:47:00.000-05:002005-08-25T21:52:13.103-05:00I've gotten off to a painfully apathetic start to the school year by doing poorly on almost every test and assignment so far, and still not caring. A little lizz inside of me is screaming to get my ass going, but a much bigger lizz really wants some juice right now.I drank all the juice last night little lizz.No little lizz, don't play with sharp objects down there, ouch, she stabbed my Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1124759760017117352005-08-22T20:04:00.000-05:002005-08-22T20:16:00.023-05:00I feel like I should talk about my first day of school, but there's not much to say. I'm more or less taking four classes I've taken before (Religion, english, debate, and debate [no, I didn't fail them]) which leaves only three new ones. This leads to a fairly anti-climactic first day of school.Now I'm going to try and pull together a 2Ac for a case that never really existed in the first Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1120885177626153542005-07-08T23:55:00.000-05:002005-07-09T00:07:15.316-05:00I have no idea how you do it but If you can view my profile you should do that now.If you can't this is the picture I'm referencingI didn't know I could have a profile on Blogger, it's apparently a new feature that they've added to conform to the Xanga monster. Anyway, so I was messing around and found the profile. I filled in some of the information, didn't do some of the other stuff. One of theLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1120706540048375712005-07-06T21:54:00.000-05:002005-07-06T22:22:20.063-05:00When I leave an away message up, I'll revisit the computer throughout the day. Usually people talk to the away message, I don't know why that is, I'm away, which means it won't respond, and usually by the time I get a chance to respond to whatever insightful comment they had, they've left. All around it's a rather cruel way of getting the last word in a conversation that never happened. SometimesLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1118089449983842502005-06-06T15:11:00.000-05:002005-06-06T15:24:09.986-05:00It is so warm I think I'm dying. And I refuse to shower, because then I would get all gross again, and feel even worseIch habe Hunger! I figure I should keep up with my german, because it could come in handy someday when I become a secret agent and have to save the world. Ich fahre zu Hauptbanhopf. Ich habe angst Hauptbanhopf! Gehe nach house!I tell myself I should be working on debate, for Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1117602121194058792005-05-31T23:46:00.000-05:002005-06-01T00:02:01.200-05:00Have you ever wondered, seriously considered, what would happen, how people would react, if you exploded *Kablam*. Not that I have, but it seems like an interesting train of thought.Sometimes while alone, I think of all the things I didn't do, I didn't karate (it's a verb), and I didn't dance. After the other night, I'm beginning not to regret that later of the two. Caitlin had a dance recital. Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1113275824211579152005-04-11T22:15:00.000-05:002005-04-11T22:17:04.210-05:00the cat peed in the Oxy-clean.She can't remember to keep her tongue in her mouth.She won't stop trying to milk me.Why does god have such a sense of humor.Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1111302392229054842005-03-20T00:38:00.000-06:002005-03-20T01:06:32.233-06:00Rar Spring break is on its last leg. Dying quickly. In all actuality there is barely 15 minutes left in what could be legitimately called spring break.Anyway. This was what could be summed up to be one of the best spring breaks ever.Even though I didn't do anything.And pretty much everyone was gone.The vast majority of my spring break consisted of watching an insane amount of anime. I know, crazyLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1109043378745459332005-02-21T21:26:00.000-06:002005-02-21T21:36:18.746-06:00I think I might be baldingcan girls bald? I mean, I know they can bald, but I'm talking young 17 year old girls, can they bald? I guess I know boys can, but is it one of those recessive color blindness things where you need two recessive genes for females to get it. Or is it just my mutated DNA. My grandma went gray about my age, maybe there was just some crazy crossing over, and now I'm balding.Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1107827227836330782005-02-07T19:14:00.000-06:002005-02-07T19:47:07.836-06:00Now that no one reads this anymore....
.... I can write whatever I want
Since the last post, I qualified for nationals. Scary, maybe, but my hopes for doing well are small to none. Don't tell matt. It was a party too, because, we went just to get another tournament in, and bam, qualified. I got sad, and thought of all the other wonderful events I could be going in, but after this last weekend ofLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1102362499702802842004-12-06T13:46:00.000-06:002004-12-06T13:48:19.703-06:00A TALL TAIL
by Anna EsfeldWritten sometime between 4 and 5th gradePart two of 'I found a floppy disk'
A long time ago, somewhere in Colorado, there lived a family named the Babcocks. The Babcocks were the biggest, huskiest family ever. Mr. and Mrs. Babcock had 35 kids who weighed more than 200 pounds each.
Now this family ate a lot and made a lot of trash. But there weren’t anyLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1101964266601033442004-12-01T23:09:00.000-06:002004-12-01T23:11:06.600-06:00HORSES
by Anna Esfeld
December 16, 1996
My report is on horses. Horses are mammals. Most horses live on farms. Most wild horses live in Asia. Horses weigh between 400 and 1200 pounds, and usually live 20 years. Some horses are as small as 34 inches and some are as tall as 72 inches. A male horse is called a stallion, and a female is called a mare.
Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1100578665318476182004-11-15T22:09:00.000-06:002004-11-15T22:17:45.316-06:00Punchinello, funny fellow, punchinello's never blue
Punchinello, funny fellow, punchinello, he loves you
Punchinello, funny fellow, punchinello, lost his head
Punchinello, funny fellow, punchinello, now he's dead
There were two other verses, but no one can remember the actual words. They fit between those two stanzas, and punchinello lost his arm and leg.
Punchinello was a little china clown Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1099437635637543432004-11-02T17:20:00.000-06:002004-11-02T17:20:35.636-06:00There was this one time that I hit a bird
in my car
the end.
Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1092076688667050752004-08-09T11:11:00.000-05:002004-08-13T23:29:29.323-05:00The entire country of Japan is on Prozac.
Florida was more fun then ever could have been imagined. My mother made the trip, without panicking us all into oblivion. "Anything is possible with Drugs". I went to the beach, and burned the hell out of my back, where I can't reach with the sun-screen. So I ran around shirtless for most of the trip.
I didn't really.
But if I had, it would have been Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1090463281692615402004-07-21T21:10:00.000-05:002004-07-21T21:28:01.693-05:00I hate you all, I really do.
Colorado, sucks. I mean I remember it sucking, but, this is bad. I'm once again losing weight from the complete and utter lack of food available here. All I do is sit around, sometimes staring at the wall, sometimes the fan. I occasionally sit outside and stare at the mountains, which I have to tell you after three days really aren't much better then the wall. Over Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1089177830823056732004-07-07T00:09:00.000-05:002004-07-07T00:23:50.823-05:00Happy Wednesday everyone!
Or better yet.
Happy Rooney day everyone!
I should be in bed. I'm probably going to have to get up early tomorrow. But my sleeping schedule is so screwed up as it is, that I figure I deserve what ever sleep deprived state I'm in tomorrow as punishment for my own stupidity.
Anyone who has gone to a movie lately has seen the commercial before the movies, no not the Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1088529704279010002004-07-04T12:12:00.000-05:002004-07-07T00:25:23.300-05:00Food coloring causes cancer.
Actually pretty much anything causes cancer, it just seems as if food coloring is the number one preventable cause of cancer.
Or so my mother would have you believe.
Most food groups have not taken much of a blow because of the complete lack of color allowed in the house. Except Breakfast. Breakfast used to be my favorite meal. I would go to sleep a little hungry, Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1086040158444725622004-05-31T16:29:00.000-05:002004-05-31T21:30:36.620-05:00My stick is from Malaysia.
No that is not a sexual reference.
yes there is a first for everything.
Really, I was looking at that lovely channel changing piece of wood in the van today on the way to the mall, and there it is 'Made in Malaysia'. It is a piece of wood. A long thin piece of wood. All the way from Malaysia. I'm really not sure why I find that so terribly entertaining.
Yesterday I Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1085752732778255902004-05-28T08:38:00.000-05:002004-05-28T09:02:03.366-05:00Well screw it. I was all about going a whole month and then saying something clever, about not posting for a whole month, except I realized that I have nothing clever to say in that regard, and lots of free time on this lovely Friday morning at 8: something a.m.
A while ago (try May 6th) I was in biology, as I tend to be on school days, which don't happen anymore, because we are free. And Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1083281817873917642004-04-29T18:36:00.000-05:002004-05-03T20:14:52.983-05:00Typing just does not do it for me. Talking, I can talk about nothing for hours, but the fingers can't work as fast as the brain, and by then time I've gotten one thought down I'm farther ahead of myself, and then I have to go back for the spelling, and the grammer, and then I go comma happy, by the time I catch up with myself, I've completely forgotten what I was saying in the first place.
This Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1082067045968683362004-04-15T17:10:00.000-05:002004-04-15T23:08:10.546-05:00There is no way it hell I'm going to fill out a crappy survey in which I tell the world that Bush is an asshole, I like the color Pink, and the forth line of the twentysixth page of the second book of the first stack I can reach is "I don't give a damn".
no not really, it's actually "Warm steaming water - tired limbs - presently a shave - a cocktail- dinner- and after?"
Not like anyone really Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1081656709315835832004-04-10T23:11:00.000-05:002004-04-13T17:19:27.343-05:00The worst day ever.
It really sucks when on a day you've claimed to be 'the worst day ever', nothing will go wrong.
well, stuff went wrong, really painfully wrong, or it wouldn't have started out as 'the worst day ever'. Stupid voice recital, I hate them, evil. I was in a bad enough mood to begin with, and didn't want to be there, I only do the stupid things to make my teacher happy, because Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1081373486964514222004-04-07T16:31:00.000-05:002004-04-07T16:35:47.530-05:00Jo is back.
Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1080878003671813342004-04-01T21:53:00.000-06:002004-04-01T22:04:40.763-06:00For the love of God, don't read this
I seriously wish I had something interesting to say, but I don't. The only reason I'm even here is my entire lack of enthusiasm for homework. In an attempt to prove my self wrong, and to say that I can do something productive, I decided to write a blog. Not like this is productive, or that it even has a point.
So, I'm going to do something like the whole Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1079669846362041282004-03-24T17:26:00.000-06:002004-03-24T17:40:08.250-06:00Written Thursday
Seeing as how I haven't really slept since the night before St. Patricks day, I'm going to mush all of the experiences in that massive block of time into one.
St. Patrick's Day
I hadn't gotten to sleep the night before until five in the morning, so I was full ready to sleep until the last possible moment of getting up. My mother on the other hand, had a different opinion. She Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1078787525866788632004-03-08T17:12:00.000-06:002004-03-08T17:33:38.826-06:00There are moments when I remember exactly why my family rocks.
We have crazy mad, amazing luck.
It's genetic or something, but random awesome stuff happens to us all the time.
For example: Seeing as how I was crazily tired from forensicating on Saturday, I flat out refused to go to our usual 7:30 mass. I wouldn't get out of bed, they couldn't make me, not saying that they didn't try. So my Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1078273384062606332004-03-02T18:23:00.000-06:002004-03-04T16:21:15.936-06:00The idea of the little mini blog was to force me, out of shame, to update quickly. Sadly I'm even less motivated then I thought.
Ah well. I try
A month or so ago, Tom recommended Catcher in the Rye. Naturally I was hesitant at first for the simple reason that it is read it school, and from experience I've found books read in school suck, a lot.
No, it didn't suck, not really. At first it was Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1077833997309150992004-02-26T16:19:00.000-06:002004-02-26T16:25:04.263-06:00Blogger is my Bitch.
Yes there were a few moments of panic, and confusion. But I managed to overcome all troubles........ ok so the archives still don't work. But the likelihood that any of you noticed that until now, is zero. So, sorry posterity, but I'm not that good. The deal, was me getting bored and deciding to change everything, The bolg was my victum. It's not the first time I've done Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1077158040446860892004-02-18T20:34:00.000-06:002004-02-18T20:39:01.090-06:00Well, Crap.
God knows what I did.
Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1076622959937191042004-02-13T15:55:00.000-06:002004-02-13T17:26:41.920-06:00The day before yesterday my mom came home from picking John up from school, and emptied some of her purse/bag, thing. She set a pair of sunglasses on the counter. They were possibly the most lovely things I've ever seen, shiny, and black. I latched on, I wore the sunglasses all night, and they weren't the light colored kind you can see through easily, and really don't serve a purpose other than Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1075159470884599232004-01-26T17:24:00.000-06:002004-01-29T19:42:13.483-06:00Why? Because I'm awesome.
Now that that's settled, it's time for
"Things that annoy Lizz to no end, and just might make her come after you with shiny, sharp objects when you least expect it."
Today it's mainly the issue of the boring blog. I don't want a minute to minute account of what you did today! Possibly the most irritating thing a person can do is recount every thing they did thatLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1074550309603329862004-01-20T22:51:00.000-06:002004-01-20T23:01:49.123-06:00I'm like one of those plants that shrivels up in harsh conditions, giving the appearance of death, then when conditions are favorable they come back to life, and take over the world. Well, maybe it's not quite like that, it's more I wrap myself in blankets to the point I resemble a cocoon, and don't move for a few hours.
Because it's freakin COLD.
Whoever invented Winter should be shot, then Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1073008341017020142004-01-06T18:00:00.000-06:002004-01-06T18:03:56.976-06:00This will be a four day, all encompassing blog.
Tuesday
A few days before Tuesday I had been talking with one Thomas, who began to complain that he had many a gift card that was unused due to the fact that bestbuy centers around where I live, which is no where near where he lives. After a certain point I realize that he is hinting at another Roadtrip. So I offer, me being the unbelievably Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1072724631522605232003-12-29T13:03:00.000-06:002003-12-29T21:08:28.056-06:00On the twelth day of cleaning my gross room gave to me:
Twelve unmarked CDs
Eleven pairs of shoes
Ten Floppy disks
Nine shelves of books
Eight random pillows
Seven vacuum cleanings
Six water bottles
Five bags of Trash
Four curling irons
Three loads of laundry
Two unframed pictures
and a drawer that refuses to close
It's true, The room is clean. It's hard for even me to believe. Two days agoLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1072308406136298042003-12-25T18:00:00.000-06:002003-12-25T18:01:07.733-06:00Today I'm tying two separate Blogs into one. Why, because I can, and you are powerless to stop me.
Activate Christmas Eve
Alright this will be short and sweet, simply because Tom has already typed it all up. I'm just here for a second opinion.
Yesterday was awesome. I am now beyond self actualization. Not only did I accomplish the last two movies on the list (Goonies having been rented the Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1071945609347445372003-12-20T12:40:00.000-06:002003-12-20T22:56:10.680-06:00This is what happens when I run out of pants.
That might be and exaggeration, not all bad things stem from not having pants, but in the middle of December it really does seem to cause a few problems.
Things that have stemmed today from me not having pants are.
1. I'm reduced to wearing a skirt in the middle of Winter
2. I have to stay inside because of such skirt in the middle of winter
3. I'mLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1071899051211102382003-12-19T23:44:00.000-06:002003-12-19T23:44:25.666-06:00It has been publicly stated that I have no flaws, or maybe it was that my flaws are small and insignificant.
Either way I ended up with a massive chocolate aspirin last night.
About last night. It is well known that I am never on time for anything. The Debate party was no exception. So I get this random call at 6:10 (the party starts at 6:30)
Tom: "Lizz is my house on the way to the party?"Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1071355835632190322003-12-13T16:50:00.000-06:002003-12-13T16:50:49.106-06:00German overall rarely results in anything productive. Well, that might be an overstatement, it never results in the productivity that was initially shot for. For a few days now some people have been discussing the pros and cons of fruitarinaism.
"What is Fruitarinaism?" you may ask.
Simply it is the the far radical view of life preservation. Think about it, many people are radical about saving Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1071014695873909062003-12-09T18:04:00.000-06:002003-12-09T18:05:08.160-06:00My brother and my mom were talking about nerds, and how everyone has a little nerd in them. You can understand that as I was walking by I began to laugh. After my bought of giggles I realized my mistake. Seeing as how my dad was already asleep, at 9:00, I was the only one close to real nerd status left in the house.
So the psychoanalysis begins.
The only thing John could come up with as 'not Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1070581267340544832003-12-04T17:41:00.000-06:002003-12-04T17:41:17.850-06:00Stale marshmallow and Sprite......... Dinner?
Answer: Hell yes!! When parents are out shopping for god knows what, and there is a debate case to fix, stale marshmallows taste like chicken.
USY?
Answer: what happens when an unbelievably large group of Jewish teenagers get together.
Sidenote: it's scary.
Here's the story: Every year my entire family makes a trip to Crown Center to Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1070407892940066062003-12-02T17:31:00.000-06:002003-12-04T17:20:04.303-06:00On Thursday Mindy, Caitlin, Brigid and I got together, when this happens you know something interesting is going to happen. In this case it was a whole montage of interesting little tidbits. Initially we had intended on just going to Applebees for the annual (or any time we feel like it) Desert feast. Then we realized that the OC was on. This presented an interesting dilemma. An hour of drama, orLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069869507754366042003-11-26T11:58:00.000-06:002003-11-26T12:03:33.486-06:00Alright! This is my first actual blog on blogger. I feel so big and powerful..... Anyway, I won't be updating on Xanga anymore, unless I get really really really annoyed with bloger then I will go back to the dark side. But until then I've moved all of my archives here and it is pretty!
So I'll leave you with a lovely little fact
1.000: mathematical value of perfect flatness
.957: Flatness ofLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868867919854222003-11-25T00:47:00.000-06:002003-11-26T14:15:05.433-06:00My parents think that Tom Hogan is the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Why you ask……
Ok so I may have embellished a few of the facts……or maybe I outright lied. But I did get home at 12:30 in the morning, so I had to tell them something.
Lie number 1
Joe Heschmeyer lives two houses down from Tom.
The truth:
Hesch lives somewhere around 20 minutes away form Tom’s house
Lie Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868808956176552003-11-21T20:49:00.000-06:002003-11-26T12:09:59.076-06:00That’s right; you didn’t think I could do it. Well here it is: an entire entry about Mountain Dew.
Why Mountain Dew you ask. Why not Pepsi, or Coke, or even sprite
The answer: because I don’t know how much Pepsi or Coke it would take to kill me.
And sprite is what you use to keep you from praying to the porcelain god.
Go, it knows all
http://www.linkydinky.com/dewkiller.shtml
The Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868751204816482003-11-14T11:45:00.000-06:002003-11-26T14:04:47.566-06:00Yesterday I was on a death rampage. I was afraid to go to the play for fear I would take one of the fake guns and stab someone.
What could have possibly happened to make me this way you wonder.
Easy, two visits to the orthodontist in three days would get to anyone, especially when your orthodontist is the spawn of Satan ready to consume all that is good in this world.
First we get there a Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868708602484862003-11-08T01:49:00.000-06:002003-11-26T11:45:34.360-06:00I debated at Aquinas today. Sorry I forgot to tell anyone that, I think…… maybe I told you. But anyway nothing too exiting happened specifically at the tournament, yet. But this morning was hell.
I started out by getting up a half an hour earlier then I normally do for school, showered, got ready, and realized it was a late start. So I sat for 30 minutes, without a book, which is a nightmare forLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868532644741872003-11-01T16:48:00.000-06:002003-11-26T14:06:21.893-06:00Last night was hot Ninja Action!!!
Ok, so I had full intentions of staying home, handing out candy, watching scary movies, and possibly messing around with my new camera. But noooo. Around 4:30 Caitlin calls.
Caitlin: Hey Lizz, Mindy and I decided that your going to Zach’s party.
Lizz: Ok, when?
Caitlin: We’re meeting at Mindy’s in an hour.
Lizz: *sarcastically* Great
Caitlin: Oh, and you Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868486297959092003-10-29T16:48:00.000-06:002003-11-26T14:13:20.700-06:00Happy Fun Fun Super Duper Nifty Spindifferous Birthday Blog
Alright so I lied, today is the happy fun fun super duper nifty spindifferous birthday blog. Last night was to chaotic. It was a successfully good birthday though.
Here's a rundown of the whole day:
Mindy and Caitlin visited me.
I had no idea.
I was in the shower.
I finally came down wet, and unknowing
Surprise!
When I got to Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868437045024132003-10-28T00:05:00.000-06:002003-11-26T14:08:28.626-06:00Tomorrow will be the ‘happy fun fun super duper nifty spindifferous birthday blog’. But as of right now, I’m still 15 (exept in China) I’m also without anything to write about, just my avoidance of homework in general. Did you know that I haven done a world history in over a week, the assignments keep piling up. Then I go and ace my test, so now what, where’s the motivation. Isn’t this the part Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868403316266392003-10-20T22:15:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:40:33.850-06:00I’m sitting at the computer listening to the one song on my computer, on loop, how sad is that. Not a week ago I had over 500 downloaded, now, one. Ahhhh harsh world. So Weasley, burn me all Rooney songs not on their CD.
Beside that I changed some stuff around the site; Rooney is no longer my profile picture. I found this one somewhere in my favorite pictures folder. I believe, if I haven’t Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868365039294332003-10-16T10:24:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:39:51.316-06:00hoooeeeeeeeeeeeee. I cut it all off.
Ok I should explain. I tend to be overly impulsive, on almost everything. Especially when it comes to hair. For example, the henna experience, where my hair turned red for a while. Or the bleaching. And don’t forget the few times I've permed to get out of homework. So today, I was in the need of a change, so I said to my mom
“I want to cut my hair”
“Ok”
Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868339667593902003-10-14T15:21:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:39:23.100-06:00Ten things to do if not going to homecoming……..
10. Pray that it rains
9. laugh when it does
8. Send intimidating kidnapping messages to homecoming dates
7. Sneak into the dance anyway, and spike the punch
6. laugh when they have to take the breathalyzer
5. find Mr. Bohaty and give him random names of people seen, Freaking, Jaking, grinding. Etc
4. hijack a car and Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868309054759342003-10-10T08:07:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:38:50.490-06:00Matchstick Men sucked, I’m sorry for all those who liked it, but frankly I didn’t. I don’t like people getting outsmarted, unless I don’t like them. Then that whole message ‘you can’t be happy unless your honest' didn’t sit well with me either. Nope didn’t like it, not at all. Popcorn was good though.
I have to sing tonight *breaks into song* no really it’s a voice recital, so I Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868280554677032003-10-09T19:55:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:38:27.536-06:00Yes today was happy happy Joy joy, Fabbity, and I’m not even being sarcastic. Actually nothing happened, and normally I wouldn’t post with out a life altering reason, such as I’ve fixed world hunger, or found a cure for cancer. But this is almost as good, and it’s all do to weasley, thankie:
"The problem with the world is stupidity. I'm not saying there sure be a law against stupid people. Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868230691077482003-10-08T22:07:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:37:52.460-06:00Band-aid is a brand name. Go figure, so what can we call those little sticky strips of fun when we decide to be cheep? Here are a few options.
1. wound conceler
2. random hole in body removers
3. Adhesive Strip
4. plastic healing pad or if it’s cloth:
5. Cloth healing pad
6. Ouchie cover-uper
7. plastic pain reducers
8. sticky sore fixer
Moving on,Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868187473352022003-10-03T18:24:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:36:56.960-06:00If someone asks me again if I’m going to homecoming I will take their head off. Or at least throttle them, a lot. What is the point of even asking? If I’m going you’ll see me there. If I’m not we’re both just going to feel awkward! That’s when the preaching starts. “you should go. It’ll be fun. Everyone’s doing it!” Dear lord I don’t care. So stop with the drama and the constant incessant chatterLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868118690708052003-10-01T23:15:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:36:12.070-06:00The world is full of stupid people. It bothers me. So at this point I’m ready to revert back to the theory of jettisoning them all out into space. But then who would pick up my trash, or for that matter, teach me.
It’s always interesting when the remote control is lost. Whatever channel is on is what is watched. Tonight it was Paradise hotel. Did I need evidence to back up my stupid people Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868087362939382003-10-01T00:54:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:35:13.243-06:00Yesterday was squad night, Ethan’s snacks had nothing on my crap cakes, I still hold the title of best snack bringer. After that period, in which I accomplished nothing, was over I drove home. That’s when the exiting stuff starts to happen. First I’m driving along fine and happy, talking non stop about no one really knows what. And my dad is in the back seat with the dog. He doesn’t seem to be Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868052649857412003-09-28T01:54:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:34:43.023-06:00First Debate Tournament of the year and what happens, yes that’s right Miege takes first and second, closing finals Kate, Ethan, Matt and Lizz!!! Weeeeeee! Yay!
So, to celebrate this exiting victory I decide on a chick flick and Chinese, can we see a premonition of homecoming night, I’m thinkin’ yes. So I get my lemon chicken, and pick out a movie. Here’s a short summery of what the Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069868012853207752003-09-20T15:31:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:34:05.680-06:00An astonishing discovery made yesterday during German forces me to post. It is the realization that there are left handed toilets. Yes I know I was shocked too, but apparently not all toilets have the flusher on the left side. How great is that. So now I have to make sure to marry a left handed person so I can legitimately say I have a left handed toilet, for a left handed person. Wow, my life Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069867962679473222003-09-19T01:27:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:33:09.246-06:00influenced by: Fountains of Wayne, Leave the Biker
Yes! I have managed to go a whole night without doing anything productive! I come home with full intentions of doing homework, really, I swear. But then the basement attracted me, with the big screeness, and DVD accessibility, so two hours were spent in lovely renditions of The Princess Diaries. Robert, you rule!
Then I went to Walmart for Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069867906522596512003-09-18T01:27:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:32:12.323-06:00Just to reiterate: Rooney rules!!!! Yes it’s true, and if you think they just rule, you should see them live, it was spiffy beyond all comprehension. Yes SPIFFY!!! Not only was it amazing, They were awesome, wonderful, magnificent, and Robert cut his hair, making him once again cute!
Beyond that here’s the basic rundown, Ned’s curls bounced. Taylor looked high while playing guitar, butLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069867792006115262003-09-14T19:25:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:30:46.026-06:00 Yes, Yes, I should be researching debate. But I’m easily distracted, and entertained, like how I fount a piece of string on the floor, then I wanted to braid it, then I wrapped it around my wrist, then I spent roughly 7 minutes trying to tie it into a bow. But I couldn’t because I only had one hand, the other being debilitated by the string itself. So I ran around the house trying to find my momLizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069867755672842622003-09-14T00:15:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:29:24.170-06:00After the consumption of my fourth popsicle tonight, I started to wonder. Who writes the little joke on the popsicle stick, is it a job, if so how do I break into this popsicle joke writing business? And for that matter, are the people who write the popsicle jokes the same ones who write fortune cookie fortunes? And if I was given a choice, a life of writing popsicle jokes, or fortune cookie Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069867667103366232003-09-12T21:03:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:27:55.623-06:00Ahahahah I'm back with the second ever edition. I've noticed, and been informed, that my personal info really isn't that informative. Sadly most people don't understand the beauties of flower arranging. So here’s how were going to do it: I have many a song on my computer, never mind how they got there, I will count up the bands/artists with the top 10 biggest participation level in my life, and Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133791.post-1069867433801202972003-09-11T23:39:00.000-05:002003-11-26T11:24:02.360-06:00eeeeeeek. Yes indeed, it's true, I've finally figured it out, and I'm armed with a blog. It took a while, and much support fom my weasley, but I'm here. How rooney is that! Lord knows how long it will take before I loose interest, probebly not long (for those of you that know me you understand my quiting mentality) But untill that fateful day it should be a jolly romp, should it not!
Lizzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14685615492383006699noreply@blogger.com