Lizzie

Hello everyone. I'm updating again. I'm at work again. I'm waiting for anoher story to come in. And I'm bored again. I'm wasting my time on every freaking site I can think of. I don't really want to do homework or anything....this was kind of pointless. Sorry.

I'm sorry. My page needs some pictures so I'm taking quizzes.

You're a Diamond. You seem like a cold and an

unreachable person outside, yet you are

beautiful inside and outside. You may be

stubborn at times. You act with grace and

elegance and you are a precious asset to all

your friends.


What Jewel Are You?
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Greed.
This is about more than money. Generosity means

letting others get the credit or praise. It

is giving without having expectations of the

other person. Greed wants to get its

"fair share" or a bit more.
Greed sins against Generosity.

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Which of the 7 deadly sins are you? (Pics)
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You relate to Jimmy Page. Jimmy Page was the guitar

player for Led Zeppelin, and is most known

for his many differant styles, tunings, and

preferences. He was also known for his

incredible knack at writing music really

fast. Many guitarists of many genres love his

music, and Zeppelin's music is seen as a

catalyst for hard rock.


which guitar legend are you?
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WOO. I think I told Maggie that I'd look at this and write something when I was at work since I have so much free time. Anyway, to all my friends, I've missed you, but I can't promise that I'll be any more consistent. I'll try.

Maggie: "I'm so glad Billy and I broke up. (She talks about how it was a good choice. Yada yada.) I'm totally over him now. Don't even mind running into him."

Pause

Maggie: "I just wish he'd transfer to a different school."

Me: "I guess it's a good thing that since he's not gonna transfer for you, there's 50,000 other people here to distract you."

Maggie: "Yeah. It'd be better if he'd just leave."

Yay. I was working like mad on my report I have to send in in 2 days. I skipped dinner and everything trying to get it done to send to Stephanie Hull by tonight. Then in the middle of it Angela called and said I don't have to send it in till May. That made me happy. Yay. Happiness. That means that I can actually read some of my health book before my test tomorrow. Yay In-The-Nick-Of-Time things. Yay.

Maggie: "I don't think I'm going to vote for Bush this year. Besides, I like Perry, but I don't know much about him."

Me: "Yeah. Like his name? You mean Kerry?"

Also, I added new people on my friends list. Yay! Sorry it took me so long! I'm an ass. I snooped around other Sigma Kappa's friends list and stole names of people I think I know and have added me to their list. So yay! Hurry up and update so I can read about you!

For those of you who haven't already heard, I'm an ass. If you'd like to continue reading, go ahead. Most of you have probably already heard this.

Last week after a class in Norman Hall, I got a phone call from Stephen asking if I wanted to go over and hang out since we were both finished with class for the day. So, my friend Kelly and I went over to Stephen's house to hang out. (Note, I obviously had to have my cell phone to get the phone call.)

Kelly and I walk over to Steve's apartment which is no more than 100 yards from Norman.

I empty my bladder in his toilet upon arrival at the apartment and after exiting the bathroom, Stephen's friend Josh goes and comes out no more than a few minutes later requesting a plunger.

"God, Liz! Did you take a massive shit?" said Josh.

"Why no. I only went pee," I said.

"Well did you use a huge amount of toilet paper?" - Josh

"Nope." - Me

After plunging for many minutes, we decided that the toilet would not be unclogged by our collective efforts so Steve called the maintence man who came and was no more successful.

He ends up having to replace the whole goddamned toilet saying that either something was stuck in the toilet that the snake couldn't get out, or the toilet was defective.

Kelly and I go to dinner. Afterwords, I go to my night class and realize I don't have my phone. After class, I go over to his apartment but he was asleep in bed and not answering the door so I went home, hoping to get my phone the Next day.

The Next Day -
I search Stephen's apartment and my phone is no where to be found. It's not at the House, either.

I go to dinner that night at the House and tell people of the above story and of losing my cell phone when it dawned on me that's what happened to my phone: it fell out of my back pocket when I sat down on Stephen's toilet and I flushed it. How I didn't hear the splash? I don't know.

I run to Stephen's and tell him my hypothesis. He cringes.

Yesterday -
I go with Stephen to the Trimark office to pick up a small, mangled Nokia phone that had been flushed down his toilet.


Oops.

When it rains it pours.

Been in Vero for a while now. Good fun, I'm tellin you. I've been crafting away because there's nothing better to do with my time. I've made three wreaths out of styrofoam and glass ornaments. They're really pretty. Other than that, I'm just posting to post. My life is filled with crafting and shopping. Oh yeah, and eating.

Now I'm not a huge reality tv (besides designing shows) fan but I'm a little upset. Last night, the girl on "Average Joe" picked the cute AND BORING WITH NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT loser who is a student and waiter, (that equals broke and going nowhere), over the not UNattractive, average HILARIOUS guy who is a Wall Street trader who has been featured in "Fortune 500." WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING to when the girl doesn't end up with an average joe at the end of a show called "Average Joe?"

On my way back into Gainesville the traffic was start-stop. Pure hell. Ridiculous. So I got off at Wildwood before the turnpike turned into I-75 and figured if I headed east eventually I'd run into 441 and then I'd just head up that to G-Ville. Bad idea. I accidentially got on 41 instead of 441. I ended up in Crystal River. That's on the west coast of Florida. After a stop at a gas station, numerous phone calls to my parents, I found my up a messed up route to Ocala and once again, backed up I-75. On a normal day it takes me 3 hours to get here. Holiday traffic usually adds an extra hour or so. It took me 5.5. Absolutely ridiculous. I'm such a dumbass.

some people are just f-in crazy

People are harrassing me cause I don't post. Here it is. My life is boring. It's going quite well though, but it's boring. Went home to Vero yesterday and came back today. Brought Maggie with me. That was way fun. We just vegged on the couch all night long and did the Vero circuit today. She was so excited (as was I) to sit on a couch, have it all to yourself, in front of the TV, watching anything you want, with only 2 people. No fighting over the clicker or what to watch. No sorority house with people walking in and out. It was great. It would have been even more fun with a boy. *Sigh* Oh the time has come. It's definitely been a while since Lizzie's had a man. Ha ha. Kinda. One that counts, at least. There are so many boys around but so many are worthless, boring pieces of shit. Literally. There always seems to be SOMETHING wrong with them. Either they're boring, or they make you feel like you're babysitting a first grader. They don't speak or they only speak about the most boring things that have happened to them. They act like a weirdo you don't want to bring in public or you're embarrassed to introduce to your friends. They can't seem to fall out of the category of "not the brightest crayon in the box" or "I'm a badass smart motherfucker, look at my brains." Please. Sometimes I feel stupid, especially cause this semester's been total shit as far as classes go. But I'm not a dumbass. I've met one too many guys who think they're the shit because they're so smart. They just ASSUME that they're smarter than I am. I let them believe it. It cracks me up. Now yes. I'm not trying to say that all boys are bad. I've run across some decent, even more than decent ones this semester. It's just that out of a possible 24,000 men, and the dozens (at LEAST) I've come across this semester alone, I can count the really decent, really nice guys on one hand.

So I may be getting a bit more cynical as I begin my third (Ewww, that sounds like I'm 30) decade. I think it's an appropriate time to put down one of my favorite quotes:

The words "I love you" can mean vastly different things to different people.

To one, it means, "Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?"

To another, it means, "I'm miserable and my life is a mess. Maybe you can help."

To a third, it means, "Today I saw this adorable pink jacket in a shop window. It's very expensive. Buy it for me now!"

That's the official end of the quote. But that sounded like a terrible post. I'd just like to say that I don't think all boys are bad and in general they're not even bad. They just really have a lot to learn. They're not bad, just naieve. And on that note, goodbye and thanks to the really great fantastic ones I can count on my hand.

We won. Thank God.

Pretty boring stuff. Why have I not updated? BECAUSE NOTHING IS HAPPENING. Every day consists of going to class, eating at the house, hanging out there, then coming home and talking for way too long before going to bed. Sometimes studying is squeezed in there. These classes are kicking my ass and I hate it. I feel stupid and I know I'm not. I just don't work EVER. It's hard living here with people that you like to talk to all the time. I'm the biggest slacker and gossiper EVER.I never go to my 7:25 classes. Especially anatomy. I haven't been since the test. Sad thing is that I don't think I would do better on the tests if I went to class. I need my own room in the house or an apartment. I'm so tired of parking in butt f-ing Egypt.
Went home last weekend. That was fun. Birthday cake and presents. Got to see my best friend a little. That was cool. Just wish I had more time. Had to come back up here for a freaking ritual retreat. . . which I was late for. Grandparents stopped by during my father trying to fix my trunk, WHICH IS STILL BROKEN. He got it to shut an hour after I was supposed to leave. Then I had to open it again this week and I can't get it shut. I have a lovely contraption of bungee cords coming from inside the trunk attached to various spots in my rear end (of the car, people).
Going to pick up my birthday present from the hospital where my aunt works. Have to walk there cause it's Sunday and I won't be able to get a parking spot. Yay. *Gags*

It was shoe hunt tonight. I have the best little ever(Skyler, not SYKLER, Katrina). I love our family. We rock. Granted, they have big mouths (Katrina) sometimes, but I still love them all. We rock hardcore.
After dinner we watched The Wizard of Oz to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon which is definitely a favorite thing of mine to do. I've convinced that the it's one of the first openly homosexual movies. (The guy in the door in the Enerald City, Scare Crow, Tin Man, and Cowardly Lion grasping eachother skipping down the road). I also think Dorothy is a prostitute. Come on. She skips down a yellow brick road wearing sparkly stripper/prostitute shoes and picks up random guys. I bet that scare crow gave her a few venereal diseases. . . yup, scare crow was played by her uncle, too. That's Kansas for you.
Nighty night.

So it's Friday night and I'm trying to get my hands on alcohol. Katrina's phone isn't working. Goddamnit.

Staying with Erin this week and that's cool. What's NOT cool this week? Everything else. OMG I'm exhausted. I didn't know this work week for rush was gonna be so tiring. And where did all the work to do come from? Seems like from no where. We HAVE come a long way though so that's good.

There's a party at the house tonight. Trailer trash something or other. I'd love to go. I'm too freaking tired. Yes. I'm passing up a party. You KNOW I gotta be tired.

Get to get my hair cut and colored tomorrow! WOOP WOOP! SO excited.

Peace out homies.

Supposed to leave for Gainesville today.
Parents wouldn't "allow" me due to the weather.
NOW I'm supposed to leave at 5 am tomorrow morning to get to the house by 9.
Something tells me tomorrow is going to be a very bad day.
It's times like this I wish I lived close to school.
Can't wait to move into the dorm. It's gonna kick ass. Seriously.

Sitting around my house with NOTHING. EVERYTHING'S packed. WTF am I supposed to do? Ugh.
I think I'm gonna go take a bath. There's nothing else to do.