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Name: lizzaaayyy bo bizzay
Country: Tuvalu
Birthday: 1/31/1901
Gender: Female


Interests: wish i talked, looked like, dressed like, walked like, ate like, played gutair like, spoke different languages like, laughed like, danced like, sang like, was funny like, was smart like, was cool like, was loved like other people. learning spanish and french and italian, playing guitar, air guitar, not really their guitar, begging for attention, writing, reading, arithmatic, snow days, show days, hot chocolate, coffee, laughing, talking, not talking, singing, sleeping, dreaming, day dreaming. pretending to be something im not
Occupation: Military
Industry: Textiles


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Member Since: 10/31/2003

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Sunday, January 04, 2004

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Saturday, December 27, 2003

Currently Playing
Room on Fire
By The Strokes
Reptilia
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this is frigin long. but entertaining. if you have time please read it all

 

Yeah christmas was good. the traditional after-christmas-i-hate-my-father-visit was bad. as usual. here's how it went.

Dinner

I was mad so I was going for the Wednesday from The Adams Family look. I was wearing a black shirt, black skirt, black eyelinter, purple lipstick, and black shoes.

Bitch (Vanetta): I love your dress!
(she can't really be that dense.. can she)
Dad: So Chris, I hear you got the flu, right?
Chris: Yeah, Strain A.
Bitch: Oh, is that the bad one?
(apparently she can)
blah blah blah i basically tuned out the convo here.
Dad: So, Elizabeth,
(oh great. they're going to try to strike a conversation. with me. can't i just reply with "I hate you" or "Get the hell away from me" or "You've ruined my life" ..nevermind)
Dad, again: So Elizabeth I-
(saved by the food. i was too busy stuffing my face to remember the rest of the conversation)

The Afterdinner- at the hotel

I got an electric guitar!! yayyyy Eva's and I are almost identical, except hers has white on it too..i think..er soemthing. mines just black. I started playing the guitar (without amp...i was in a hotel guys)

Bitch: Hey! You look like a hardcore punk rocker person!!
(yeah. and you look like a hippo in tight jeans.)

 my brother got an acoustic- which he didnt' want by the way. it was realllllly nice. not crap like mine

Then I made them take me to starbucks- the one adjacent to barnes and noble. i got me some hot chocolate....i didn't feel like coffee. then i grabbed my hot chocolate and walked into the bookstore. i looking at a poetry calender- i felt very powerful looking at poetry and stuff with a starbucks cup in my hand dressed in all black. then I saw Paxman and Megan Bellingham (not together, that would be too weird) I made my "dad" buy me a black and white photographs and stuff calender, a tanagram an day thing, and a book of IQ puzzles-cause they're fun and ill have something to do on the plane. Then I made them take me home (in my head i could hear Coach Frisby singing..and had a headache for the rest of the night)

The Rest of The Night

12:00 went to bed
couldn't sleep
1:30 went to mom's room to see if i could talk to her about not seeing dad ever again etc. even though i have to legally
2:30 read my book
4:00 finished book
slept until i was woken up by a phone call from ' my father'

At Breakfast

Didn't talk much, just listened to my brother and dad talk about bagpipes and other junk (no joke, they did talk about bagpipe bands...and thought it was terribly interesting)

Dad: Maybe someday I'll get a zonkey or a zourse
(what? a cross between a zebra and a donkey and a horse...)
I was right...and tuned out the rest of the conversation, then ' had to go to the bathroom' and hid in the bathroom for as long as i could without being suspicious. i had a headache, no sleep, and wanted to get away. i was leaning on the stall door when a frightening woman walked in, i then walked out. she thought i was a freak i bet... or just thought "damn them hooligans have problems"

The LAST Ride Home. Finally.

Dad: So you're going to Washington?
Chris: yeah
Dad: well wear warm clothes
(who does he think he is? my father? yeah. right)
 my dad published a book that he "wrote" or rather edited a book some guy named william something wrote and called it his own. on the dedication list.. he wrote in pen my moms name next to ours.
Chris: Why did you add in mom's name?
Dad: I didn't want to offend anybody
(yeah. you're doing a great job)
Dad: Theres jsut so much hostility between everyone
(you missed the 3000 miles in there too. thank god.)

When I got home my brother gave me his acoustic guitar. yayyy. now i have 2 good guitars and one crappy one in my room. so i listened to the strokes Cd while learning how to play Reptilia on guitar and packing, etc.

sry for the frigin long entry. hope you read it all and it was entertaining. leave commetns to make me feel better

 


Tuesday, December 23, 2003

today lora and felicity and i saw freaky friday. the moral of the story: never take a fortune cookie from an asain other than thao. or maybe not even thao..

so by the end of the movie fliss's blatter was going to explode ( jk fliss) so we weren't allowed to make her laugh. it was fun nonetheless.

when all hope is lost, watch eddie izzard and discover new things everyday. for instance, if one wished to get 3 buckets of anthrax, here is a clever was to do it (according to eddie izzard):

Dear Sir,

My name is Daisy, I am a cow. I wish to take my own life, so would you please send 3 buckets of anthrax to P.O. box 1347382 Atlanta,Geogria, as anthrax is designed to kill cattle.

 

P.S. I cannot shoot myself as I have no opposable thumb.

Daisy

 


Thursday, December 18, 2003

Currently Playing
Meteora
By Linkin Park
Numb
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woah. feels like i havent written in a long time. maybe its cause i havent. (by the way- new picture if you haven't noticed. the "s" is for sucks)

i've been doing Joseph for a while and it is tons of fun- opening night is tonight!

in tournament prep we did secret santa- the first day i got a bag of milkways (this person knows me well ) the second day i got $3 and these wondeful earrings, but i dont have pierced ears (when i went home i asked my mom why she wouldn't let me get my ears pierced until im 16, and she said ' because then you'll be able to make those kind of decisions ) on the third day- today- i got the new linkin park CD, Meteora (ive been wanting for a long time ) my secret santa was gabby langford, but i already knew that cause i figured it out 

also i made everyone earings for christmas. ms. neuse's looked black and silver with this attached. if you want me to make you earings, my sis just got these really cool roses dipped in paint to add to hairsticks and earings and other things, but i fyou want ANY kind of earings, leave me a comment and ill make them for you (but ask now, in the future i am thinking about charging ) if you already have earings. leave a comment saying how much you love them. :cough cough eva lora natalie cough hack ashtma attack)  


Saturday, December 13, 2003

Currently Watching
The Simpsons - The Complete Third Season
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"You will find true love on flagday."

-Fortune Cookie



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