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(no subject) [Dec. 27th, 2005|06:31 pm]
Liz

incase you haven't gotten to see the hair yet..



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(no subject) [Oct. 21st, 2005|03:08 pm]
Liz
I'm restless to the point of being slightly sick to my stomach, overwhelmed to the point of not knowing where to begin and this wisdom tooth that I can feel coming in isn't helping during all of this either.

now, onto my dreams. I've been remembering the ones I've had recently and they just keep getting stranger and stranger. This is mainly for me, so I remember, but if someone else reads it and finds it entertaining, then so be it I suppose.

about a week ago, I had a dream a girl kept throwing bombs towards me. Basically trying to blow me up. Then I ran into an old teacher, and with other random people released huge balloons into the sky watching them until they disappeared.

shortly after that one, I had a dream where I guess I pissed some girl off, ended up in a fight and slamming her head against the pavement. I'm not a violent person in general so I find it strange that I was that violent in a dream. Usually i'm the one punching but it never hits the person or I punch and it's more of a tap. Anyway, then I sat down to enjoy what was supposed to be a delightful bottle of wine, but a call woke me up.

Then today, or last night I suppose, I had a dream that I was hitch hiking (several of you joined me) and we got to some house and a downsyndrome girl walked out of this trailer and then a woman said to me 'oh, i think this means you have to go through the car wreck scenario'. Normally I'd be thinking wtf? But for some reason it was all too familiar, so the group of us went into this house after carefully hiding our money in pockets and places where it wouldn't fall out (I don't know..) and were very careful to do exactly what one of the kids with us said. Take a left here, take another left, great, now we're in the bathroom? Pull back the shower curtain and see almost a halogram type image of something, okay now we can move to the next room. All I remember is some random person running past us, and seeing a guy with a VERY messed up leg and then I think I creeped myself out so much I woke myself up. It was almost like one of those spook walks where things don't jump out at you, you just walk by certain scenarios...you know, like the lame ones the churches put on. I don't know. Then I guess I fell back asleep and was being tricked into being in some weird vampire cult. A couple people got killed, I got freaked out and all I remember after that is seeing a sign saying a pack of Camels at some smoke shop was 6-7 dollars and whitney and I taking some car and driving away as fast as we could.

Granted, I've had weirder dreams (Like my zombie dream, or the one where I was alive but had no face) but just the fact I've had three weird dreams that I was able to remember better than usual..blah. I don't know.

whatever man.

I made a to-do list. Someone help me get started.
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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2005|11:27 am]
Liz
So...Chrissy, the outside dog which I've tended to neglect over the years due to her always being outside and me rarely going outside and her aging, was taken into the vet for surgery today.

I just got off the phone with my mom. Apparantly she was having a hard time using the bathroom, and they noticed a growth. The vet said he's pretty sure it's cancer, they're just not sure what kind.
If this doesn't work she'll probably have to be put down.
I'm about to cry.
too late.
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(no subject) [Sep. 9th, 2005|03:11 pm]
Liz
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(no subject) [Sep. 5th, 2005|03:57 am]
Liz
It's heeeeerre!
My convertable..and it's WONDERFUL!
I drove around with the top down tonight, and it was cool outside and the wind just blew and so did my hair and
man.
this car is fantastic.
Anyone who wants a ride, let me know.
people should make me mix tapes/cds too.
I need more driving music!

Okay, that's it.
oh, and I finally changed my icons...after...what..2-3 years?
yep. I'm lame.
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(no subject) [Aug. 31st, 2005|05:08 pm]
Liz
I don't know how true this is..but I suppose it's worth a shot so I'll repost it.

IT HAS BEEN CALCULATED THAT IF EVERYONE IN THE
UNITED STATES DID NOT PURCHASE A DROP OF GASOLINE
FOR ONE DAY AND ALL AT THE SAME TIME, THE OIL
COMPANIES WOULD CHOKE ON THEIR STOCKPILES. AT THE
SAME TIME IT WOULD HIT THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY WITH A
NET LOSS OF OVER 4.6 BILLION DOLLARS WHICH AFFECTS
THE BOTTOM LINES OF THE OIL COMPANIES. THEREFORE
Sept.1st HAS BEEN FORMALLY DECLARED, "STICK IT UP
THEIR behind DAY", AND THE PEOPLE OF THIS NATION
SHOULD NOT BUY A SINGLE DROP OF GAS THAT DAY. THE
ONLY WAY THIS CAN BE DONE, IS IF YOU FORWARD THIS
E-MAIL TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN AND AS QUICKLY
AS YOU CAN TO GET THE WORD OUT. WAITING ON THIS
ADMINISTRATION TO STEP IN AND CONTROL THE PRICES IS
NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE REDUCTION
AND CONTROL IN PRICES THAT THE ARAB NATIONS PROMISED
TWO WEEKS AGO? REMEMBER ONE THING, NOT ONLY IS THE
P! RICE OF GAS GOING UP, BUT AT THE SAME TIME,
AIRLINES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES, TRUCKING
COMPANIES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES, WHICH
EFFECTS PRICES ON EVERYTHING THAT IS SHIPPED. THINGS
LIKE FOOD, CLOTHING, BUILDING MATERIALS, MEDICAL
SUPPLIES ETC. WHO PAYS IN THE END? WE DO! WE CAN
MAKE A DIFFERENCE. IF THEY DON'T GET THE MESSAGE
AFTER ONE DAY, WE WILL DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN. SO DO
YOUR PART AND SPREAD THE WORD. FORWARD THIS EMAIL TO
EVERYONE YOU KNOW. MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND MAKE
Sept. 1st A DAY THAT THE CITIZENS OF THE UNITED
STATES SAY "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH"!
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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2005|03:28 pm]
Liz
[Current Mood |excitedexcited]

it's MINE. It's officially been purchased and will be here once we go get it in ohio. (which is looking like this weekend) It's a darrrrrk purple, but it's purple!





AREN'T YOU EXCITED?

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(no subject) [Aug. 11th, 2005|01:04 pm]
Liz
[Current Mood |nostalgicnostalgic]

So..boxes were brought back from storage from ages ago. I started digging through them today. Old pictures, homework, stuffed animals, magazines, hanson FOLDERS (what was I thinking?), etc.

I did find one thing that made my day, though. A letter from an old online friend (mock me if you will--it didn't hit me how nice it was until I re-read it today). I used to talk to this guy online when I was in...what...7th, maybe 8th grade? You all know--the bad phase. He told me about bright eyes, elliot smith, and belle and sebastian, made me read lyrics(One bright eyes song imparticular really struck a chord with him and I remember him immediately e-mailing lyrics and insisting that I read them) and helped me absorb them. Told me about movies, books, you name it. Now, all of the conversations are kind of a blur in the back of my head. I remember each of us sharing boy/girl troubles. He'd tell me how he was writing a poem for a girl at the movie place, and so on. Minor things, sure, but it still made the days nice when there was that person to talk to. For some reason or another, I think I made him mad. I probably said something offensive or rude (I didn't seem to care much about what I said or how it affected people..I was a bit of a bitch..was? oh.) and I just vaguely remember him getting frustrated with me, and then after awhile I didn't see him online anymore, and couldn't track him down.
Anyway, before I lost him, I went to church camp one summer and being the paranoid little girl I was I wouldn't let him write me at home, but since I was going to camp I gave him the address there. He sent me a letter telling me about life, plans for college, trying to get a summer job, how his novel he was writing was going, and how he's been reading a lot of camus, satre and the sort (There is NO way I knew what he was talking about then--NO WAY.) But he didn't talk down to me. He enclosed a poem that he had written before we started talking, but stated, now that he thought about it, it kind of applied to me.
I never wrote him back even though his address was on the envelope. I've never been a great letter writer, and was paranoid (after all those lifetime specials) that something would go wrong or my parents would get mad at me for giving my address out or read my mail--what have you, and now after re-reading this letter, and poem especially, I really deeply regret it. I'm half tempted to write a letter to the address, apologizing for never thanking him to the extent I should of. I guess it just really hit me today. Maybe the letter would get forwarded to him? Maybe not.
Either way, cheers to dan, wherever he is, for being a clever poet and sending a nice letter to a girl when she wasn't really the girl anyone would give the time of day to and making her day 4-5 years later.

I'll end this post with the poem.

Pop might be the antidote to all the world's ills
It might make magnanimous all those messes and mistakes.
Singing three notes til I'm terrified, A tangy treble in a tasty treat
Your southern twang seduces so much I think I've sinned against sense
I hear your heart in a hundred hymns to childlike confusion
But you're not here and I'm scared because suave in a sentence seemed so simple
But those tiny ears turned down my timbres, scratched the record of my cooing chords, warped my wooings
A cute smile and big brown eyes is all I really want but I think I picked door number three because all I see is a quick glance up and suddenly the cover of the White Album is a work of art
I'd pay the admission price for a peek but your gallery only holds asthetically pleasing paintings
Someone tell that Southern Belle and Sebastian fan I wish she was here and that these red rose rogues ripped up my writing and now I have a hole where heaven is supposed to be
Oh, sweet songs, might you come a little closer, all I want is a friend I can film forgetting to frown.
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(no subject) [Jul. 14th, 2005|12:57 am]
Liz
So..in a little less than 8 hours I will be in OKC having blood work done and then having vocal chord surgery. Due to this surgery, I will be on vocal rest for about two weeks. If you don't hear from me, I don't answer your calls or anything to do with talking, don't take it the wrong way..I just can't. He said I'd be able to talk a very minimal amount and it will have to be very quiet so I'll probably just avoid it and i'll probably be slightly grumpy,so I'll just apologize now.
Anyway, text messages would make my day as would any form of contact with out speaking involved. Feel free..
Anyway, just thought I'd let everyone know. I hope to talk to you all in a couple of weeks, and hopefully this time with a better voice and with the ability to sing again.
Wish me luck!
xoxo
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(no subject) [Jul. 11th, 2005|02:22 am]
Liz
Woke up, ate with family, called caitlin, went shopping for scents and came home with a greater understanding of how I can't wait to be old along with a cute red hat, and some perfume, lotion, and good smelling shampoo and conditioner.

shopping with caitlin is so much fun as was the coffee drinking and cigarette smoking afterwards.

Speaking of smoking, I'm quitting thursday. Why? You may ask, because I have my vocal chord surgery thursday (please keep me in your thoughts) and after that I'll have to be on vocal rest, very little talking, no smoking, no drinking, no nothing for two weeks. it's going to be hellllll. So, if after thursday, i'm not quite myself, not chipper, not talking, not returning phone calls, you'll know why.

You can still talk to me on here, though!

Anyway, that's about all that has been going on. as per usual.

If you want to talk on the phone, call me before thursday, otherwise, I'll talk to you guys in about two weeks.

ciao darlings.
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