Simple Things

Nostalgia

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 00:35:00 +0000

Nostalgia is such an odd feeling. It's a bizarre combination of happiness that brings you to tears.. and leaves you feeling so empty that you will never know that exact feeling again. I have been feeling this way as my days in State College wind down.

Towards the end of my last semester I was too busy to notice that I might miss the place I have been living in for 4 years. And I didn't notice until it happened.... that I might grow out of the place too. Yes, we are known for our alumni here, that's for sure. But I slowly went from student, to alumni that wanted to stick around until she got her life together, to... why am I still here?

There are three things I will miss about State College. And you may be surprised the hear what they are.
1. Class. I love going to class. Oh yes, I said it. I love waking up in the morning, drinking my coffee and scampering off to class. Even if it was a mile walk to get there I loved every moment. Even if there was a blizzard and three feet of snow to get through (because State College is so not phased by snow that it never closes for anything. Even if the abominable snowman suddenly arose and started picking off students... I am convinced it would just put up a few warning fliers and continue class as scheduled). I love class so much that I hate things that get in the way of class. I love information so much that there are few things important enough to get in the way of it. This might mean my student life is not yet over and graduate school is not far in the future. But we will see..
2. Food. No secret to those who know me, I adore food. Eating food, trying food, remembering my favorite places to get food, pushing foods on other people, cooking food, trying to cook food I've eaten in restaurants. It's a good place for food up here. There's so many restaurants in such a small amount of space.. and dare I say it.. I may have been to every single one here.
3. Putting off adulthood. When you're in college everyone tells you to start acting like an adult.. but you have the option of just waving it away and telling it to remind you later. Like hitting the snooze button on your alarm. But once you're done.. no one feels bad for you anymore when you don't understand what you're paying for.. how you're paying for it.. why you don't have the money right now. It's like a magic button gets switched from patience/sympathy to you've had your chance/impatience/just figure it out already. Being 20 something is this phenomena that forces you to behave like you are a capable person that knows what they're doing... while everyone treats you as though you are not capable of very much. You're just a kid... unless it means you owe someone money.

And of course... while there are many things I will miss about this town.. there are a few things I will not miss as well.
1. Some drunk idiot breaking the window in my hallway every weekend. Okay we get it. Your parents never let you stay out passed 8 pm and you have never seen alcohol before and there weren't many people trying to stop you from guzzling it down like you would water in a hot dessert.... but stop breaking my window.. stop throwing beer cans in the stairs.. stop peeing in the elevator... on the carpet... stop throwing up on the sidewalk... get a freaking grip on your life. Yes I may sound 80 years old... but I really just have very little sympathy for freshmen that trust anyone who says "Here drink this."
2. Football. I'm sorry. I don't care about football. I know. It makes me a bad Penn Stater. I just don't care. Esspecially when people flood the town and I can't even buy a sandwich without waiting an hour in line. Which goes back to my love of food.
3. People who talk in class. Don't mess with my food. Don't mess with my class. And who are your parents that you think you can talk in class when you're 18..19..20... and so on... years old??? I think that the generation below mine is getting younger and younger....

And that is all for now. Bon Voyage Happy Valley. And as a tribute to my experience at Penn State.. I plan on writing an entry on the foods of Happy Valley sometime in the near future (pending unemployment that is...). It's only fair to dedicate a post to what I loved most... about this town.

Unemployed and unimpressed

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 12:36:00 +0000

Well I've decided I should be able to blog about this job hunt process. There's humor to be had every step of the way. Like this morning.. I was casuually invited to enlist in the army. Apparently my qualifications make me a good candidate. And yesterday I was asked to interview for a life insurance sales position. Just what I've always envisioned for myself... I really envy our parents right now. They at least graduated In a time when their degree could be affirmed and their hard work somewhat rewarded. Right now I wonder why I went to college when the only positions that will give me the time of day are high school diploma level. So it looks like I'm gonna have to get a little wild and find clever ways to get noticed. Wear my resume as a shirt? Bake a cake with my resume on it and serve it at any and every social gathering? Throw a rock at someones head on t
he street and when they turn around angrily say "oh I'm sorry you looked a lot like someone that could get me a job" and then wait for their reaction. The options are endless..

Deja Vu

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 19:40:00 +0000

This is a familiar feeling. I should be writing a paper but I am warming up my words by blogging.

Speaking of familiar feelings, I just realized, thanks to a convo with my Mom, that bullies never really grow up. They just get bigger and more personal.

If you're lucky enough though, they'll get pregnant at a young age or go to jail once or twice and you'll read about them in the paper just before you graduate from college.... and think yourself... whatever you said to me in first grade just isn't true now is it?

But sometimes bullies do just as well as you do amid your hard work... and sometimes you even have to work alongside them to achieve something that you have for so long been extremely passionate about. I told my mom I wanted to get to the point where it didn't ruin my day if someone yelled at me for something I didn't deserve and she said "That's what I want to be when I grow up to." Great. I guess some things never really change at all. You think when you leave high school you'll never have to worry about a bully ever again and that's your first mistake. Your second mistake is letting them piss you off.

Good words

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 19:21:00 +0000

"All I ask of you is one thing: please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism -- it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen."

Conan O'Brien

Woaaaa how bad am I at New Year's resolutions??

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 00:19:00 +0000

Pretty bad.

Remember that time I said I would write every day? I haven't.

So far my new semester is going pretty well, but I don't want to curse myself by bringing the universe's attention to the fact that things are going well in my life. I got a new coat for the first time in 6 years. Not as bad as it sounds- it turns out that my other coat was on the durable side and is still wearable despite its age. Fascinating, right? And you wonder why I haven't written.

I have come to one conclusion this week. I love the elderly. They are, without a doubt, the most awesome people in humanity. I guess this is how most normal girls feel when they see a baby. To me, when I see one of the residents roll up in their wheel chair with this huge smile on their face just because they know I came in for the day to be their best friend and make them smile.... there is no competition.

Well anyway, I am sure, realistically, that this attitude will slightly alter as the semester goes on. I am sure that I will run into my own road blocks with certain residents because that's just the way life works. So far I haven't freaked out that I am slowly transitioning from college student to real person. Except the other night I started freaking out because I accidentally ruined a nice pair of pants I bought for work with an iron on hem disaster. Luckily Dave was there to pick up the pieces. Sighhhhhhhhhhh. I guess we all know it wasn't really about the pants. It never really is about the pants.

That's all for now..

tea tea why L

Pennslyvania in the Winter

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:41:00 +0000

I always forget that I hate winter. And winter forgets it hates me. I swear I can hear it shudder and groan when I step outside. I almost don't hear it because I am too busy squawking out my disapproval of how cold it is. It's one of those things that never stops surprising me. I think about winter in the summertime and it makes me laugh. How silly that such a cold season could exist. In the heat of July it's hard to believe that such a month as January could really ever greet us. It won't stop snowing. It's been snowing since last Thursday nonstop. At some points it has been flurries, yes, but it still hasn't stopped. I know this is nothing compared to the way New England must feel. But hey, don't they get snow in like May? They' re used to this.

I tried to find a way to love you, winter. I even went sledding. But the ice chunks that flew into my eyes the whole way down made it harder for me to stay positive. I don't think I like being cold and wet- there's just no way around it.

Does anyone really like winter though? I have never heard anyone say, boy I just love wintertime. Sure it's pretty. But if that's all you like about it you can google image wintertime and be just as happy. Just sayin.

Shopping adventures

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:04:00 +0000

I have always wanted a particular style of moccosin like shoes that are broth comfortable yet business casual. I finally found said shoes but alas they were $4.99 with a hole in the front. Alhough they were not beyond what I am willing to fix.. It did go beyond what I am willing to pay for and fix. So I bargained with the cashier and she had a word with her manager and .... Rightly so.... I got the shoes for just $1.00. I am the only one I know who would be so excited about such a bargain.

This also reminded me of the time I bargained my way down at the Florence leather market from 200 euros to 60. Huge. Needless to say the man pretty much hated me by the end of
that bargain because I was quite literally taking this money from his very own pocket. The woman from the shoe
phenomonon rang me up with a smile because we both knew the
money was coming out of the pocket of some wealhy chain store owner. God bless
Corporate america. They don't try to convince me that I'm getting a good deal when I'm not.... they apolzogize and knock off 5 bucks.

And that is how it's done

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 21:00:00 +0000

How to kick over a snowman

So this is the new year? Well I have no resolution.

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:26:00 +0000

Hello 2010.

I think I have one New Year's Resolution. And that is to write on my blog every single day. Yes, I know only my immediate family members really read it at this point and I am okay with that. And besides... has anyone really ever started a blog...for other people? Post Secret claims to have done this and for a very noble cause I might add...(suicide prevention). But otherwise a blog is really for you, right?

I realized the other day that I used to journal every single night before bed and then I suddenly stopped. I always used to do it because I hoped that my children one day would read it and feel like they could relate to some strange part of growing up that me, in my adulthood, would have long forgotten about. I realized that it was more fun for me to journal to other people- recalling that I would have fun writing my friends and family long letters. I think that blogging can be a nice updated, public, form of what I once enjoyed.

I watched Julie and Julia last night and I liked the idea of coming up with some sort of blogging commitment... but what would it be? I can't do cooking because it has been done. It has been suggested that I start a "Poop Secrets" blog. But I would need to get people to send it in. So on that note... If you have a hilarious/humiliating poop story... please submit it to ekz5000@psu.edu!! Also know you are forfeiting any rights to the presentation of your poop secret... but not your identity. Ready..GO.

Tune in tomorrow for a video demonstration of "How to Knock over a Snowman"- a video never before seen by the public.

Happy 2010.

The Next Journey

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:33:00 +0000

I have never been anything other than a student. So I don't really know what I am going to do when I don't get ahead by studying every night. How does one become successful at a career? Or at life? I have never really had to worry about it until now.

I guess the first step would be to buy a good pair of business casual shoes. I'd like to say that shoes are the cause of, and solution to, all of my life's problems. And just as with life, it's hard to pick the problems (shoes that look good but hurt your feet) from the solutions (shoes that look good and are comfortable) sometimes.

But yeah shoes are the way to go.

I am really nervous excited to start my internship. What if I am really bad at what I've devoted the last 3.5 years of school to be able to do? What if I don't really want to help anyone or do anything creative after all.. what if I am just lazy by nature and I don't know it yet. Well I could go on like this for a while but I don't think I will.

I guess all I can do is baaaLEEEVVVV! I think I can only go up from here.

WorldVille

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:22:00 +0000

Hurrroooh my fine anonymous viewers (if you're out there, repreSENT!)

It is finals week, and pure magic. For I have one final and I would hardly even categorize it as such. It's gonna be so easy I am basically giving the teacher a final. And it's one he is bound to fail!!! But anyone that's how CRazY I am gonna pass this test. It's gonna be like failing the teacher.

Um so I'm addicted to games that end in 'ville' on facbeook. I used to be like..ohhhh that person.. always sendin me requests. Always sendin me radishes... Always sendin me mafia war threats requests... NOW I AM THAT PERSON. okay not quite- I do not bother those who choose not to partake in said ville games. But I do send quite a few requests to those who dooooo.

Anyway so these two facts coupled together leads me to an exciting new world of entertainment. Letting my real fish die as I feed my animated ones on fishville. Making new animated animal friends on PetVille instead of talking to my real animal friends (what you dont have animal friends?) and letting my farm die as I harvest more animated crops on FarmVille... just kidding I don't have a farm! That would be ridiculous!!!

And suddenly I wished we had a facebook game called worldville where I could get a little animated dude to go do all my real life things for me so I would never have to leave my seat and grow increasingly more obese as my farmville fish were adequately fed and radishes properly grown... yes life would be wonderVille

question

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 13:37:00 +0000

is everyone getting married or something? stop being engaged on facebook its freaking me out.

I want to be an old woman

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:03:00 +0000

Lets be honest here, I kind of already am. Sometimes when I think about going to bed early i get so excited I feel like I could die right then and there.

The most fun I have on a Friday is reading by myself with a hot drink and when people call me to go out and drink all night my lips almost utter "darn whippersnappers.."

And I carry around a 20 foot long photo shoot of my grandchildren in my wallet. Well I will anyway. Sometimes I just like sitting quietly alone, pondering life.

I find myself while doing typical young person activities thinking "I am too old for this." Sometimes when I am about do a craft I am so excited I could pee my pants. You know, considering I am 21 none of this really makes sense. So I think at least when I am an old woman my personality can finally be in context. Really it's a just a matter of my body catching up to my soul. Just call me Benjamin Button.

Reeeemiiiixxxxxxxx!

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 02:37:00 +0000

Today while I was watching "So you think you can DANCE?" I was havin a good time. A wonderful christmas time without the christmas. And I was watching these dancers and envying their thighs and back muscles (yeah i don know). Then Sean Paul comes out to do some jama jammin and his dancers are hysterical. I tried to take them seriously. But they were dancing like robots. And then I thought, lets take this a step further. If they were robots, what kind of robots would they be? Human robots? SURELY NOT.

Chicken robots.

So I started picturing them in chicken suits doing the same moves and found myself forgetting how to breathe because I was laughing too hard to remember. And then I seemed to forget how to sit as well for I fell onto the floor. Before I knew it I was flipping the channel giving everything a new chicken suit remix. I have decided one thing. EVERYTHING is hilarious if it is dressed in a chicken suit. And yes, I am taking this theory so far that I am willing to apply it to inanimate objects as well.

So when you come to my blog.. dont think i need to be doin all the work bein the goof ball here. Slap a chicken suit on this bad boy. instant funny.

New Adeventure

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 22:41:00 +0000

I have decided to embark upon the wonderful world of being an entrepreneur. A businesswoman. I have decided that maybe I should try to make money from all the random things I make all day long. I found a quaint little site dedicated to buying and selling handmade products in an attempt to create a world wide movement. Well. I certainly hope if I were to be part of a movement it would be this one. Yes I like the sound of that. Changing the world, one tailored garment, one painted picture frame, one constructed bracelet at a time.

Here's hoping this isn't just one of those things I get really excited about in the beginning stages and swear by the success it will bring me (cough blogging cough). Okay so blogging wasn't unsuccessful. I just ignore it for long periods of time. I think my problem must be that I am far too unwilling to bear my soul to the internet. I enjoy reading the blogs of those who do.. but in the past when I have tried this it has brought a feeling similar to standing naked on a four lane highway. And god. We can't be funny all the time can we? (Maybe we can.)

Just a reminder of who's in charge

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 16:09:00 +0000

So I am sitting in my favorite computer lab. It's 7 AM, and I am racing to finish a paper that is due at 8AM. I am alone. It's silent. It's beautiful. I am one who enjoys some good silence to accompany me with paper writing. I can actually hear myself think. And then in comes boomingly loud girl with moderately loud boy. "HEY DID YOU FINISH IT YET I DIDN'T AND THE WHOLE ROOM SHOULD KNOW." Then boomingly loud girls walk in and start facebook giggling. I'm sorry. Did you really get up at 7 AM to go on facebook with your bff? Get a hold of your life. The only reason it is okay to get up this early is if there is something pressing to accomplish. Clearly I write the rules of the universe everybody, and don't you forget it.

Response to ProfesoraZim

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 14:36:00 +0000

On April 20, 2009 Profesora Zim wrote:

Dear wiz - I have a problem. I have so much school work that I don't care anymore. I hate my job, school, and all I want to do is play with my children and family (including the dog). Did I go back to school too late in life? (and you are the only TRUE wiz in the world!)

ProfesoraZim,

First let me thank you for recognizing the authenticity of my nick name. Truly, I am the only Wiz. It sounds like you're in quite a bind! The use of hate was in your post multiple times. It sounds like you are spreading yourself too thin. On top of this, you're letting yourself forget what matters to you most, and why you went back to school in the first place. You probably went back because you love your job, and you want to keep it. It's just that you are stressed out, and it is hard to remember why you love what you do. All you can see are the bad qualities of your situation, which is understandable.

Every morning, just try to look yourself in the mirror and remind yourself why you're doing this. And if you love your job, remind yourself why you do. Never underestimate the impact that "me" time might have on your job, and quality of life overall. What is the point of writing papers half-assed, when you're too tightly wound to do your best? Don't neglect yourself, and make sure you give yourself even 10 minutes each day to do something you love to do that isn't about work. So that's 1. Remind yourself what you're working for, and 2. Don't feel guilty for having fun and de-stressing. Hope this helps!

Wiz

Hmmmm

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 23:50:00 +0000

You know what? I think it would be fun to have a Dear Abby type of blog. Problem is how do I get something like that established? How do I convince people that its worth their time submitting their problems to a stranger?? I guess the real question here has to do with my future career rather than the blog... But yeah. I'm just saying. It'd be fun.

@#$@#%

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 00:09:00 +0000

Can I just say something here? Of course I can. I spend a good portion of my life being annoyed by people who have their headphones up super loud in the library. Like so loud that it is completely audible to me what they are listening to. Or some people have big ass headphones that they hang around their neck (not even on their ears) to serve as mini speakers. And then, I actually saw this kid walking around WITH speakers on his backpack. WHAT.

So today I walk into the library to print something out quickly. And before I can even log onto my computer, this woman grabs my arm, who, I percieve to be a librarian. "You need to turn that down." She commands me with fire in her eyes. Fine you stupid bitch. I said in my head. Seriously? Am I 12? Don't talk to me like that. I am sorry that your husband now finds you unattractive, and that you ended up working in a university library. And that you have fire in your eyes. That is prob pretty painful to say the least. I'd be pissed too. But that doesn't mean you get to talk to me like my second grade teacher did. (Still have bad memories about her.) Where was mega bitch the day the guy with a speaker was wandering around? Where was she the day I had a 10 page paper to write and Mr. I love gospel just couldn't turn the Jesus-o-meter down a tad. HUH??? And I want to add in that this is a room that people talk in, a lot. It's like a group work room. Not a silent reading room. IT IS A NOISY ROOM.

I do accept that it's possible my headphones were too loud. But say it cordially next time, and DO NOT TOUCH MY ARM. hag.

Mornin!

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 11:45:00 +0000

I really don't have a thing to say right now. I am on my way to my 8 am and saw I hadn't written in some time and thought... hmmm I will write something. But now I am just freaking myself out because I haven't brushed my teeth yet and I am still not wearing shoes and I have to leave in 3 minutes. Yeah I guess that is where this ends.

Hmm.. Spring Break

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 20:23:00 +0000

Spring Break is the bane of my existence for more reasons than one. I am too poor to go on cool trips. And for some reason Penn State missed the boat and made it the week after everyone elses.. so everyone else is too busy having a real life to cater to my boredom.

It's the calm after the storm. For some reason, every week right before Spring Break, my teachers say "oh crap we're behind" and force us to do more than humanly possible. Hey how about spacing it out before Spring Break...? Just a thought.

Spring break is the time that I quit coffee. Yes, I do get a massive headache if I skip my usual morning cup of coffee. I tried this detoxing process yesterday. It resulted in me sitting in my house, miserable, watching the people's court. Quitting a caffeine addiction + not having cable = misery. Just fyi for any of you that feel like giving that one a try.

It's not even spring. I am so cold right now.

That is all.

Think I'll roast some hot dogs over the flame of my BURNOUT

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:25:00 +0000

Upon arriving back from DC on Saturday night, I have been living at the library. Yes literally. I pitched a tent and lit the trashcan on fire and roasted some hot dogs. Well, minus the tent. and the trashcan. and the fire. and the library. Okay so I ate a lot of hot dogs this week and that's pretty much it. BUT SERIOUSLY. I CANt STUDY ANYMORE. have you ever seen me use this many caps??? I have been studying and writing papers nonstop since Sunday. Somethin's gotta give. I can't live LIKE this. This is not living at all. It sure as HAAALLEEEE does not help that two teachers stood me up at their office hours. They both had to "step out unavoidably." Suuurreeeeeyadid. aholes. I'm just kidding, I am sure they were telling the truth. They're still aholes. You know why? Because they were not considering number one... aka... ME. What they should have done was come to my apartment and serve me the test answers on a silver platter. WORSTTEACHERSEVER. Pretty sure I have carpul tunnel. At the very least I will probably get it later in life because of all the typing I have done this week. I feel like I am gonna go to the Doc when I am 50. They'll be like
"welll ma'am... did you do...a lot of...typing? When you were 20?"
" DAMNIT."
" And did you eat a lot of hot dogs? "
"Wait a minute how'd you know that??"
"Well I've read your blog daily for 30 years. And memorized it. And hung it all over my bedroom, using your words as wallpaper. Sweet sweet wallpaper words. yeaass. i carry an extra stack in my pocket here see. sometimes when i feel blue i just kind of smell it. and rub it on my arm pits."

clearly my response to stress is creating fictional creepsters. i do this a lot actually. usually in conversations with other people. its even more awkward then than it is now.
but weirdos are always HILARIOUSESSPECIALLYTHEGAYSZYEAHMAKEFUNOFPEOPLE THATARENTLIKEYOUEVERYBODY

so let this be a lesson to you all. show up to yourGODAMNDOFFICEHOURS.

I can't do this

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 18:47:00 +0000

I am trying so very hard to actually write one of six papers due in the next 48 hours. Oh snap. Checked my email. Make that seven (can they DO that??). This weekend kind of sucked on about three different dimensions too. I am pretty sure I was in the last place I was meant to be this weekend. I felt like I was being drawn to three locations of PA while remaining in the purgatory of the US... WASHINGTON DC aka betweensville, aka neither virginia nor maryland, aka law maker landsville, aka capital hill.. aka boredomsville if you are not 21. Now that I think about it, most places are like that. It's moments like this that I have the chance to realize how truly strange I feel. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time period.

Then again if I had been 20 in 1950 I could have had the chance to enjoy not being an alcoholic while not being a jesus freak too. I would have been that qwirky one that never landed a man.. the girl that always made the other girls say "Oh my good ness. You did what?!" and they'd say things like "oh Betsy" (because that would be my nickname in 1950.. not liz.. thats the nickname of a girl in a brothel!! (we'd use that word too). but all the boys would think I wasn't feminine enough because i would have opinions and insist it wasn't my problem if they thought about girls naked if they showed their ankles.

And 1970 just wouldn't do either. I'd fit in with the free spirits and the revolutions and the let's change the world!! ness, and the wearing of dirty clothes and being cheap and simple. But then they'd start talking of free love and free acid trips and I would be like woa woa woa wooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. WOA. My woman parts are not free and I am not going on the "it's a small world" ride from disney world ever again. Not to mention the fact that you guys have been sleeping around and not bathing for a solid month. Can you say aids? They'd be like whats aids. I'd be like.. nevermind, this isn't the right time period at all. No one knows what aids is and they keep trying to give it to me for FREE. cuz if im gonna have me some aids it won't be the free kind. i never settle for less. you groovy BITCHES

And then 1990 would have sucked because their clothes were mega ugly.

And now doesn't work because college kids are selfish alcoholics that can't have fun unless they don't remember having any.

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo that leaves me with no solution other than to write my papers.

Love Thy Neighbor

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 15:51:00 +0000

I was just reading my daily subscriptions. And I glanced over the date. It said Wednesday February 25 and I was like "how did they do that!? It's Tuesday."

And then I was like !oh SNAP! it is Wednesday, and that is how they did it.

I keep losing electronics. Yesterday my phone hid in the couch for a day, and I tried to answer my TV remote. I was like I KNOW I feel it vibrating beneath me somewhere. And it wasn't in any of my pockets. So yeah of course I felt a square plastic object and tried to answer it. My remote was like WATCHU DOIN TA ME FOO. My remote is so gangsta. What, isn't yours?

I read a CRAZY article yesterday. It's pretty relevant to all yall ladies out there. Especially you college attending ones. I think we all live in a fantasy world sometimes, here in college. Thinking that people who need help are in a third world country. Everyone thinks they're gonna change the world. Well maybe that's just the community I've emersed myself in (future social workers). But look in your freaking front yard. The person right next to you (more often than not) is crying inside behind their smile. Because what should we be doing before we graduate and go be idealistic but probably get burned out from our crappy salary? Do what we can, where we can.

Let's Be Honest With Ourselves Here..

noreply@blogger.com (lizbiz) — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:53:00 +0000

I am not very good at keeping up with my blog. I know. I will write every five seconds for a week and then disappear for several years. And by years I actually mean weeks and by a week I actually mean a day or so. Why not just say that in the first place you may ask? Well mostly I wanted to anger you, theoretical blogging fan. It makes sense, you are my only fan, so why not drive you away?! I guess I haven't written much because I haven't felt like my kooky self. Things suck lately and I am trying not to be too terribly honest about it. But given that my boyfriend and brother are the only two people who pass by here I don't think its too emotionally whore-ish of me to admit to on a public posting device. I just feel like saying something outrageous with lots of swears and bad words. Stuff like THE FUCK WORD. Yeah I just said that. I think I got that out of my system. I should probably go back to writing my critical review on "Mothers on the Fast Track." Though I am neither a mother, nor fast and track-ish... I must still endure and write eight bullsh-- I mean pages about it. So giveN that its a book about everything I am not. And I've got nothin to learn from others................ I am prob gonna go burn it now.
HOWBOUTTHAT?