December.. Because you miss meh.

->The [tab] key won't work, I'm losing my voice, Jen (not my sister-in-law) is still a whore,  WEB DESIGN sucks, and I'm starting to wonder why I thought it would be a good idea to take this class. At least I still have an A, even if I'm already practically failing English, again. 

->This is becoming one of those horrendously long vent pages. Sorry guys, your lives must all suck too - not like anyone really reads this anymore... Maybe Gwenny will get on and give us all some sympathy.

->Chris wants to get me a Christmas present, I have no idea what I want. It's his own goddamn fault for asking me. For anyone out there who might have forgotten Chris is my (half -some jerk in middle school pointed that out) brother, who married some weird girl (stalker??) and lives in Arizona with his two little bitty doggies (neither dog really likes the weird girl..), and the weird girl, of course. Sorry If your reading this, but I love you. =] That's why your name is safe!

->I just love to talk all about you guys behind your backs =]

-> Speaking of  Christmas, I NEED to get Sara's gift into the mail.. Her present is so wicked, does anyone say wicked anymore? really? I don't count.

Is it wierd to keep posting if my class is over?

Jenneh doesn't love me anymoar!!! oh noessss!!! 
That's a lie... She still loves me... but not really. Nothing 's changed. She 's just a whore... really.. 'cept she's the only one who doesn't notice it. Shite. Noone really like me.. No one I like anyways.. awesome.. I'm going to die alone. yepp.. Atleast there won't be anyone to drive the cats off my corpse.  Geezuz...
Industrial piercing? I wants one..
All of that was Crap I wrote right before the end of the Tri. The tri is over and now I have different classes and everything sucks. Umm Web design is boring. Totally pointless. Really.. Photoshop was a lot more fun. Its [photoshop] also probably just as practical.. Who knows.. Creating my own site is going to be pretty interesting though =] Maybe... But I don't think it's a real site, more like something just to prove that we know to use Dreamweaver. I'm going to fail this class... uh... yep.. I have English too, as in B, which is also highly failable. There are a lot of stupid people in my class and Jenneh. I am not fond of the teachers (not that I've ever been). Spanish, I don't really have much to say. Physical Science is... I have no idea, but the teacher's accent is pretty wierd although according to him it doesn't exist. I think he's secretly Australian.
That's all I've got..

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I do not know morse code.
Jus' thought I'd put that out there.
˙˙ƃuoɹʍ sı ƃuıɥʇǝɯoS

So officially Charlie wants to start a band. So.. uh... right now we are pretty much the, ah, 'Charlie, Lily, Jenny, Daniel, Liz band'. Due to the lack of musical abilty and or creativity our musical repuitar is currently consists of the most depressing (and half finished) love song-y thing[Music by me, lyrics by Jen.], a wierd bluesy song(Daniel, lyrics to be written by Charlie) and a hippy folk thing Lily has yet to complete. Oh and some lame as all bannanas lyrics yet to seen by anyone besides myself.
I like chords, Danny is all over Tabs and I'm not sure if Charlie really knows anything about music at all. Lily's clueless, and Jen knows some keys from choir. If it were up to me Lily would be getting voted off this island, Charlie too if my assumptions are correct. Jen can always do tamborine and her lyrics dont suck as bad as mine. How about a Danny, liz and maybe Jen band? I'd post some lyrics but.. I'm not done tweaking Jen's and mine uh, REALLY SUCK. Fun times.

I guess that's all I got then...
~Lizzeh.

NOVEMBER

Monitor broke. - Fixed it.
Headache eats brain.
Brain = Headache food.
Reporter:In other news...
Camera guy: ...
Reporter:*looks at prompt screen*
Reporter:WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE IS NO OTHER NEWS???
*Fight breaks out?????*
Crazy guy runs in: THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE FOG!!!!!!!!!!!!
Camera guy+Reporter: You're on the wrong set...
Crazy guy: I..uh..okay.
Viewers at home: ...ITS THE MIST!!  WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!! *run around all frantic, while running into things and bludgeoning themselves to death.*
Reporter: And now back to your regularly scheduled program-

Writing Creativeley,

Writing Creativeley,

I do not want to today.

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Tornado

Silence.

SKOOL
The last post was just slop. Otherwise I would vent. Venting tends to get me in trouble so I uh, won't do it. I am working on the Horror story Author thing. I want to vomit, for no real reason. This post is like a vomit post, random thoughts curdled up and spewed over a page.

Someone called. I lost my ID again. Why doesn't the AP just keep it? At least I'd know where to find it. Turned on the brightness, now I can see the monitor.

HOME

"That's so Gay."
We shouldn't say that, but we do. I don't think 'oh this sucks so I'm going to say that its gay because homosexuals are weird and I hate them' it’s something more along the lines of 'uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'. I'll say it but not realize I've even said it. My Aunt is Gay, and I don't think she's horrible, so why should I be implying that something gay is something I don't like? Exactly. Most of us don't have a problem with gays, yet things we have a problem with we call gay. Where does the phrase even come from? Why do we even use it?

Jhonen Vasquez. Is. Cool. Yeah you heard me. Cool. Not exactly a horror author. I should use him anyways. He drew INVADER ZIM, and JTHM is pretty creepy. So uh. Horror Cartoonist? YES. neato.

These cough drops suck. Or rather I suck on cough drops.
Same difference. Either way they aren't that great.

 Yuck.

Some guy on TV is telling me why I need to drink grape juice. Victoria's Secret models don't have bellybuttons. They are too perfect for that. It's true. really.

I'm at skool. Fixed the format for this with Word so I wouldn't lose it like the homecoming post. uh. yeah. I'm so smart now aren't I? No? Whatever. Jenna thinks my posts are un-Godly long. Civics is boring. I should put my paper in the drop box now... err.. PRINT yep. I'm printing it. so uh.. yeahs.

GAMES. Jenna is playin' a game?? lol She's horrible. 
"Mother's Anniversary with my boyfriend" that's great.
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The format on this page is still messed up. =P
I don't care anymore. Photoshop is boring.

~Lizzeh

I.AM.BRAIN.DEAD.

I.AM.BRAIN.DEAD.
Why is everyone laughing at me always?
What if it doesn't? What if its just a worm? (refering to a caterpillar.)
XXXX
[^The word begins with 'F' and ends in 'Uck']
"you. are. the only exception."
Ouch - bit my tounge.
*eyeroll* Idiot reflex. soorry. 'cept im not and noone noticed anyhow.
Kate apears to be writing a note. Myra is doing whatever Myra does, Kaylee is singing. I'm attempting to eat this pen I think. oh. i shouldn't do that.
Its hot in herE.
THE CAPSLOCK IS ON
now its off
      nnnnn     
I like my sweater. 'cept. Its warm. In Here.
stop kicking me. I am sleepy.
nnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnhhhhnnhnhnhmmmmmmm
mmmmmmwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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that is my brain wavee.
sayysss nnnnnnnwnwnwnnnrrrhhmmmmmmmmmmsssszzzz
"lalalallll lalala im a dj lalalal la la"

 LEGIT
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BLACKBOARD

->"Slow motion see me let go-" This stupid song is stuck in my head. Sara's mom isn't the only one whose suicidal. XXXXXX skipped yesterday, I wish I wouldn't have bitched her out over it this morning. She had a reason I hadn't known of. XXXXXX didn't just stay home to finish an assignment. Her mom isn't just a pothead. What has my life become? Do I crave this drama? Or does it seek ME out? I hope its the latter. Because as interesting as this crud is I don't want to think that I want this crap happening around me. Jenna is crying in the hall, or was. Something to do with a note, or fourth hour, mostly Jenny I'm sure. Austin doesn't want either of them, I'm the only one who seems to see that. Jen wants back what she had, but what she had will never really be right. Who she had doesn't want her anyways. Ariana told her so. I'd agree but I don't wanna be hated. Ariana is involved? I'm giving out free hugs, all the cost is to me. I wish I knew what was even going on.

->I should be working on final submission stuff now,(I haven't even had time to start.) Or Blackboard, I'm just going to try to do as much as I can on paper and hand it in later. Blackboard won't even open on my computer at home. I think I'm still on week 3 or 4. I feel like I'm drowing. I did not anicipate having so much work in this class. I have more work in here than in all of my other classes combined this Tri. My mom is getting extremley irrated with me over my grade in this class but I'm so overwhelmed that I hardly have time to finish the other things I've started, let alone catch up. I haven't even started the short story yet- I don't really understand the assignment, or the ghost story thing. Is that just a bellwork or is there an actual assignment? I think my mom emailed you, but I'm not sure about what what. Apparently you didn't answer her question. I don't want to fail this class over this stupid blackboard crap.

The Boys of Summer

xThis a long post.x

x I absolutley hate blackboard, it freezes up my computer and won't let me send anything in., also the How I live file won't open and that is sort of tragic. I think I've been doing too much black board stuff on here, something is wrong. Not to mention that I really just don't get it. I dislike blogger. My last post got eaten by the system; it was the longest post. I forgot to do the dream writing this morning. I feel lazy and dumb. Maybe I am.

x I'm not entirely sure how to begin a long sentance, its hard to make something up on the spot like this, however I believe it must go something like this- right now I'm listening to music, Bowling for Soup, Third Eye Blind, Blink 182, Good Charlotte, Second hand Serenade (I dont usually listen to them much.), and last but not least Superchic[k];  They're one of my favorite bands, but I'm also into Lady Gaga, who is just such an extravagent person with all of her crazy outfits and other junk: She's like my favorte role model and I wish everyone could be as cool as her, wouldn't that be so neat?

x My long sentance is a lie, it looks like it could be a whole paragraph all on it's own, I'm listening to the Bare Naked Ladies and Fall Out Boy. I prefer short sentances, 'cept in my notebook where everything is seperated by dashes, commas or semicolons. I guess it's typing. I just hate typing.

x Linkin Park - My dad hates them because they can't spell? I haven't a clue why I'm adding that. No one is home. I think I heard a door. I think it's just the music and the keyboard. I'm crazy and paranoid, or are they the same? Paraniod is more specific, a type of crazy; look it up. My computer is done with Linkin Park, we're back to Good Charlotte- I Don't Wanna Be In Love. I hit the skip button. Now its an ad  for milk, Mom says milk makes you fat. The ads say its good for you. Everyone I know who drinks milk is fat. I'm fat.

x My eye hurts. This is wierd. I wonder if I have a bruise. I wonder how I got it (probly by resting my head funny, sleeping with glasses, my contacts, or a zillion other things). Maybe I'm like Jenny, gettting beat up by invisible gosts. Thats what she says, I think it's a lie.  I only believe her because I'm a good friend and I'd trust her to tell someone. Maybe she's multiple personalities? I've known her too long, I'd know that, and her parents are nice enough people. She's just crazy.

x I should work on my YALit homework. I should work on my zombie prom dress. Zombie prom is Friday night. It's the only thing I'm looking forward to. Caitlyn, my sister, will probly find a way to ruin it though. She does that.  Zombie prom is cool. You dress up like a zombie and go to a fake prom at the library. Its fun, its halloweeenie, its zombitastic.

x Summer is over. I want to buy a winter hat, even though I already have one. I want Mom to fix my plaid jacket before Autumn ends. I want. want. want. I think that I should probly finish up now and do something productive for once. =P

x Pandora won't play the somg I want to hear. Everything but what I want. Songs I like but do not want. There was something I was going to say, 'cept my dad came in and got me all distracted. Nice. Gotta love parentals. Greenday is so old. How old is green day? Like 2001? Everything is 2001.not what I was going to say eiether but good enough. So much happened in 2001 all I rember was the music on the radio throught the year. Or was it '05 I can't rember anything that happened ever until like '07 and even that's kinda wierd. I have no long term memory, musta ate too many paint chips... All I can rember is post grunge era alternative. >_<  I'm crazy.

x I should write a story about the zombie girl. She never made it to prom, she tried to steal her BFF's boy but her BFF was a jealous phsycopath and brutally murdered her. She gets buried in her prom dress even though the funeral was closed casket. She wakes up 16 years later with an intense hunger for brains and a desire to seek revenge on her jealous friend.

x "With a bullet in the chest you cannot run" <- Song lyric of the day. I don't know why I like that line so much. I.Just.Do. Maaaybe 'cuz its true? It's from Slow Motion by Third Eye Blind. The whole song is awesome but that line really stands out. Its just a really beautiful song about urban violence and drug abuse I guess. The Panic at the Disco cover isn't that good, but I still love Brendon's voice, or is it Ryan. I don't know.

Uh,,

~Lizzeh.

Super Happy Fun Blog Time.

10/4
->Chris is here. Yep. That guy from arizona who used to be my brother. He got married, like a zillion years ago to some girl I don't really like. She's such a whiner. Thankfully I ate all the poptarts .05 seconds before he waltzed in.That's pretty much his habit, Waltzing in unannounced. He's pretty nice though. I'm just a mean sister. He says he's tired.Blah Blarh Rawr
->Mom is slicing honey crisp apples with cinnamon.
Yum..
->Neon Trees. We listen to them because Chris thinks they're cool. I guess they are.
10/5
->I'm at school now. RAWR. Chris is getting his haircut I guess. I have no idea what is going on. I want to sleep. Computers make me cold. I'm always freezing in this school. xxxx
->I'm so on task. NOT. lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. Kaaly can sing. My mom thinks she has wierd hair. How does my mother even know this?
->Hayley Williams has orange hair. Its very uhmm ORANGE. I'm not really much of a fan. Of the orange, I love Paramore.
->Kaaly sucks at Google."I dont speak dinosourese, so I don't know."

~I'm done. SO UH. YEAH.

--NEVERMIND--

BLOGGIE BLOGGGY BLOGGGG
KAITLYN IS SAYING SHE HATES ME ON HER BLOGGIE... LOLZ
THISISSOLAME.
FRUITSNACKS!!!
6?
WHAT THE XXXX????
Y
SLICKEST?

Malicious Maliciousness

->Awesome title- if I was actually writing something malicious. However I am pretty frustrated and that should count for something too right?
->Gennet blackboard is not working. This is probly my stupid slow computers fault.
Grief Poem Thingy
->I need to do the grief writing exercise. Um. yeah. This is hard. You'd think I'd have some good ideas with the whole moving in with the crazy grandma-dead grandpa-dead nana-crazyer grandma-dead grandma-dead grandad year. But that was really closer to two years, three sucky christmases and alot of angryness.
->Not alot of actual 'Grief writing' more like apathetic whining and angery rants. But writing it down did bring out alot of  funny-but-creepy moments we hadn't really apreciated at the time. Most of gramma's paranoid rants have become inside jokes, her Canada theory, House stealers, and countless cop calls.
->I think that the saddest thing was really when Nan died. We were all relieved for Gramma but Nan was tottally random. Her IM stayed up (and probly still is), occasally I would post something, not really beliving she was gone. Just hoping she'd come home, turn on the IM and give me a chat. At her house I always expected to walk into the kitchen, to counter tops covered in sugar and cream cheese, to the ovens warm air circulating the living room with a sweet cheese cake smell. We made cheesecake for her funeral. That was the first time we made the cakes with out her.
->I think this sounds kinda miserable, so uh. I think I'm going to sleep now. Not much poetry going on tonite. So uh.. Maybe tomarrow?
~Lizzeh <3

LifeSuck

9/22-> happy xxxxxxx birthday (to my self.)
9/23->Since the post I posted and deleted sucked, and the post I posted to check the layout doesn't count, its time for a post.  Yay for a first post. I swear I started this at 3ish. That's so not nice.
->My phone has been off all day. That is the problem. No wonder no one has called, told me to make dinner, vacumm, or anything. I have a text. I should make a snack.
->Gross. I just ate 3 hotdogs. The fourth one is still sitting in the pot with the greasy water, getting cold, getting gross, inedible. Why isn't anyone home?
->Computer Crash. I think I fried something, but it works now. I'm so tired. I fell asleep at 8 yesterday. I shouldn't be sleepy. I think someone is here?
->Nope. It's just the wind, rustling the papers, whistling and howling through our trees and windows, slamming doors open and closed. I'm all alone?
9/24->I'm behind in creative writing. Creative writing is only reason this blog exists. Otherwise, I would be scribbling in a notebook in my room or finishing my english assignment, or facebooking.
->Listening to The Killers, talking to my self, correcting my own grammar, making lists, thinking about writing a poem, wondering how repeating my name over and over is fun for Melissa, copying Kate's makeup, trying not to be tired,
9/25-> Went to Hunger games. Comitted suicide before the game could even start. Caitlyn's fault. I am not happy. Band is stupid. xxxx her. I hate everything. Im the good kid. Caitlyn is the bad one, how come I never get to do anything fun. I hate staying home alone. I hate Caitlyn. She kills my life. Plans fall through because of that xxxxx.
-> Why does it take me 4 days to post something?

9/23

This is pretty much just a test post to see if my layout works. Sorry. Unexciting as ever.