Elizabeth

11:42 pm: Um...yeah. So, there's tornados touching down here in Kansas all over the place (one not far from my house a few hours ago) and what am I doing?

Cruising the internet and reading fanfiction. God bless sarahtales. She amazes me everytime she updates.

7.16.05 Good gosh it's nearly time... I might make it without going nuts. I just might.

09:18 pm: I got a 27 on the ACT. Hell yes.
WSU Junior Day tomorrow. "CSI: Wichita" I wanna solve a crime!
After that it's off to Relay for Life. Time to fight some cancer!...by walking around a gym for 12 hours.
Junior projects bite. We should have started this earlier.
The Presidential News Conference caused me to miss The OC. Stupid President...I need my Adam Brody fix.

10:14 pm: Scratch the last entry. Tonight = best night ever. Or at least the funniest…

It was mean, I’ll admit it, but if I had to go back in time I would still do it. My only regret is that I won’t get to see the expression on his face in the morning.

Kristen, Marissa, and I went to Jeff’s apartment after it got dark and saran wrapped his car. There’s so much of the stuff on it that he’s going to have to take scissors to it. Before we did that though we stopped by the store and made our own special stink bomb. Oh how it reeked. We had crab salad, dressings, onions, and the stuff from the drip bucket under the meat case…and of course we microwaved it. We put it in a bowl under his front seat so he’ll be able to find it easily and take it out without any of it actually spilling into the car but still…his car is going to smell like none other.

That is our payback. That is for every argument, for every time he dumped water or ice on us, for every time he called one of us a slut or a bitch or a cunt, for every time he made Marissa cry, and for snapping Kristen so hard with a towel that he left a bruise. It may have been mean and maybe we shouldn’t have done but gosh dang if it didn’t feel good.

12:06 pm: "You could stab them in the head with a spoon and leave 'em with a crescent shaped mark on their forehead!"

Last night = coolest night ever.

If you didn't go to the Orpheum last night than you missed out. They were showing a series of black & white comedy shorts - Charlie Chaplin. Laurel & Hardy. The Marx Brothers. The Three Stooges. Gosh, I love that place to death. It's so cool. If they ever decide to tear it down I'll go sit up in the balcony and protest. They'll have to take me with it. Emy came with us (Margaret, Kat, my love, and I). She is like the coolest sophmore that I have ever met. She rocks my socks and if she doesn't hang out with us more often I'm going to pitch a fit.

Emy showed us this place called Lollicup on the Mexican side of Wichita. They sell these slushies with stuff called Boba in it. It's really weird. They're these little jelly bubbles and they put them at the bottom of the drink so its like you're eating and drinking at the same time. I want to go there again because that mango slush they had was to die for.

I reserved my copy of the Half Blood Prince last night. 105 days left.Yow! I'm going to stay up all night reading when I get my hands on that book.

Emy let Sara borrow her copy of Keane so she can burn herself and me a copy. I will pitch a fit. <3

10:40 pm: Nothing can quite make me laugh like a someone performing CPR on a breadstick.

Tonight, I laughed so hard that I cried and couldn't stand. It's been a long time since that's happened.

I want to go so badly now. Why won't anyone ask me? I feel unloved.

Charlie Chaplin movies tomorrow night. Hell yes.

11:03 pm: She lives!
Huh. It's been awhile since I last updated this thing. I just never get around to it since I'm always hanging around Xanga now. I actually know some of the people over there and have formed a few relationships with others. I've never really made that many friends here on LJ. *shrugs* No real reason that I haven't. I just...haven't. Whatever though. It was just starting to annoy me that the last time I posted anything here was on my birthday - over a month ago.

I've been thinking about writing again. I've pretty much lost all inspiration for Picking Up the Pieces but I've got some nice little plot bunnies hibernating under my bed so I may just write a thing or two soon. Maybe. If school and work doesn't decide to get hectic all of the sudden.

Spring Break is over. I have to go back to school tomorrow. Woe is me.

10:23 pm: Sorry, couldn't resist...



Today was long. No school so there wasn't anything to do. What do I end up doing? Cleaning the house up so I won't my friends won't be horrified tomorrow when they show up. Not fun. I hate cleaning but, then again, who doesn't?

Less than two hours left until my birthday. I should be more excited but I'm fairly calm. Must be a sign of growing up. Sad, really...

06:58 pm: My dog died yesterday. I wasn't even there when it happened.

She hasn't even been gone two days and I miss her.

=(

10:30 pm: - copied from my Xanga -

I think I may have died tonight.

Work was just insane. We ran $900 in three hours. I've never made so many sandwiches at one time in my life. I KEEL the next person who asks me to make them a sandwich.

The pep assembly today...Gag me. It was so pointless. I'm sorry. I just don't have any school spirit for you. Maybe next year.

I don't have to work tomorrow. I thought I was going to have to but it turns out that Amanda wanted to work with Zach. Why, I have no idea. He's such a jerk to her. Sometimes I want to kill him for the things he says.

Fourteen days until my birthday.

05:43 pm: I 'bout ready to lay the smackdown on some boys...
If I hear one more, "She must be PMSing." or "Is it that time of the month?" I'm going to smack some little boy's ass. Because I'm getting pissed.

I'd like to see the male population go through the monthly pain of menstruation, feeling as if a knife is twisting in their uterus, as if they may throw up if they eat anything, having headaches that no amount of Tylenol or Advil well help. I'd like to see them just wanting to lay down and die because they're in so much pain but getting up and going about their day anyways becasue they can't afford to miss school/work/etc.

Fuck you boys. Don't mess with me during my period.

06:27 pm: You know, buying the Moulin Rouge soundtrack prooved to be a lot harder then it should have been. Did you know that there are two for the movie? 'Cause I sure didn't. One has the original music from the movie, minus the Elephant Love Melody and Roxanne, and the other has all the songs but they're remixed. So it finally came down to whether I wanted the good, original music...or the remixed junk.

Guess which one I chose.

Also, I am now the proud new owner of Dark Angle Season One. That show was the best thing James Cameron/FOX ever came out with. So, what do they do? They cancle it after the second season. *huffs* But its all good...'cause now I own the complete first season (on sale for $19.99). Feel my joy.

Back to school tomorrow. Bite me.

08:49 pm: I'm so bored...someone want to AIM me? FreakyFemme5 Please? So bored...

06:33 pm: Mmm...I had lemon chicken and rice for dinner. My favorite.

My cousins called me earlier.

MOI: Hey! How ya doing?
TOBY: Eh, pretty good...can I ask you a quick question?
MOI: Sure. Watcha need?
TOBY: How do you put out an oven fire?
MOI: ...Why do you need to know?
TOBY: The oven is on fire. Can I use the fire extinguisher on it?

I went and redesigned my Xanga yesterday. I think I'll redo my LJ later this week. I feel the need for change.

People annoy me. Especially my peers at school. Can I hit them with my book bag or will I get in trouble with the security guards?

Someone call me, please? I wanna talk with someone.

04:31 pm: "...shizzle my nizzle."
My love, Sara, wrote me a beautiful story straight out of one of those cheesy supermarket romance novels. Because I love her so, and because she posted the story I wrote her, I’m going to share it so you can all be jealous of the fact that she loves me enough to write stories for me and not you. So, without further ado, I give you ( Once Upon A Sexy Centaur )

Today we celebrate the something-eth anniversary of RAP. Let's celebrate. Bake a cake, give your friends DJ names or work the word shizzle into conversations. Peace out.

11:59 am: ICE ICE BABY
There was no school yesterday, or the day before...or the day before that. Its almost like we never ended winter break.

The power is out in my house. Its fucking cold. All because the sky decided to rain an inch of ice on us and the power lines couldn't hold out. Thank God for all those blessed men from out of state who are coming to return power to us poor little ol' Kansans.

I went and saw The Phantom of the Opera the other day with my love. It sucked. The Phantom should have left his mask on teh entire time. He was hot then...Christine annoyed me. Raoul was gay I think. He just hasn't come out of the closet yet.

CHRISTINE: Oh, Raoule, the Pahntom wants to take me to the dark, secret dungeons of the Opera House and do wonderful, erm, I mean, horrible things to me. What shall I do?
RAOUL: See if I can come along, of course.

I slid my car into a ditch the other day but then I got it out. It was a wild ride.

08:04 am:

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Stop refreshing this page until I get the answer I want. Get your resolution here

Huh? What? I didn't do that...

12:53 am: "Because what I want to know is: What's the bleeping reason for throwing a bunch of insecure, heartless, narcissistic, shallow, malicious, crass, and did I mention self-centered adolescents together into one huge merciless cement complex and making them spend four years of their young impressionable lives together in there? If we were rats we'd probably start chewing eachothers tails off by the third day. Come to think off it, that's exactly what a lot of kids do. But what's the point of this pubescent penitentiary? Is it because the rest of the world is so frightened of teenagers that they want to keep us off the streets for at least seven hours a day, five days a week, and nine months out of the year-like a part-time prison? Because it makes absolutely no sense to me."

-My Name Is Chloe

02:46 pm:

1985 by Bowling for Soup

"Where's the mini-skirt made of snakeskin? And who's the other guy that's singing in Van Halen? When did reality become T.V.? What ever happened to sitcoms, game shows?" You took the bitter with the sweet in 2004 - and kept laughing.

HAPPY 2005 EVERYONE!

12:48 pm: 52 degrees and rising....
Wow. You gotta love Kansas weather. Last week it was all I could do to keep from freezing the moment I stepped outside and this week I'm running around outside without a jacket...go figure. I hope it stays like this next week cause I surely do not like the idea of setting off a rocket in High Park Tuesday if its cold. I'm a wimp.

HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!

11:07 pm: You're such an asshole. You're selfish, you're cruel and I wonder if you even know what a heart is. How dare you treat them like that. They've never done anything to you. I've never hated anyone before. I do now though. You disgust me.