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| Monday, February 11th, 2008 | | 1:24 pm |
I am Wonder Woman!!
Continuing to be fabulous, things are finally coming together. Go me!!
<3 Liz Current Mood:  chipper | | Thursday, January 31st, 2008 | | 11:08 am |
Put your itunes on shuffle, but instead of just putting the name of the song, write the first sentence of the song as a response to the questions. I used Pandora instead, but close enough. The names of the song and band are there to remind me, cause some of them are new to me and I don't want to forget. Enjoy! <3 Liz Current Mood:  tired | | Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 | | 3:28 pm |
Conversations with my sister....
Are amazing. Luiza, you think your text convos are bad? My sister just im-ed me: I just had to walk home and back cause I left the dildos and condoms at my house and we need them.
Followed by: I am a hot, sweaty fish.
The best part being that all of the above statements are completely innocent in context. I <3 my sex-education sister!! That is all. Current Mood:  amused | | Monday, January 28th, 2008 | | 12:25 pm |
Someone's bleeding, Lord, Dentata...
If you live in a big city and it's playing near you, or you have access to a car, drop what you are doing RIGHT NOW and go see Teeth. It is the best movie Evar. Never have severed penii been so joyous.
I wish I had vagina dentata.
No seriously, I do.
Also, Jess Weixler is HOT in that movie...I shall lurve forever now.
That is all.
......DENTATA!!! IT'S TRUUEUUUEUUEUEUE!!! Current Mood: amused | | Friday, November 16th, 2007 | | 9:54 am |
Now give me fever...
So, live jazz karaoke is the GREATEST THING EVAR!!!! I can't wait til the next one! I sang "My Funny Valentine" and "Fever," and if I may say so, I rocked it out!! Ok, I may have gotten a bit confused from time to time, but STILL. ROCK. And some woman said I reminded her of her favorite cabaret singer...score! Adam, Teresa, Katie and Lindty all rocked as well. Adam and Teresa singing "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off," and missing the entire last verse was so very genius. The host was adoorbell, the other singers were all great as well as super supportive and enthused. The band was kickin' and made many a hilarious jazz-musician-into-the-music face. Good times all around. And Sara came, which was awesome and exciting. Having her stay over is so very, very nice. Erm...yeah...sorry, housemates! But not all that sorry! Mwahahahaha! If only the rest of my life was going so well... Later, chicas! Antonio Banderas! Nachos grande y cinnamon sticks! Liz Current Mood:  giddy | | Sunday, October 28th, 2007 | | 11:05 pm |
But as it is, I'll dream of her tonight, di-di-di-di-di-di
So, things are going really well at the moment. Just got back from Across the Universe with Randi and Adam...great movie. The plot was kinda, eh, but the song sequences were really beautiful and interesting and strange. I definitely recommend it (Teresa, I will totally go see it with you...I sorry).
Last night was star trek original series drinking night. We watched three of the worst, most laughably ridiculous and overwrought episodes, and drank around 25 bottles of hard cider. Yay! New girl Sara joined us, and we had a great time. She's...awesome. I just wish she wasn't always so busy. And that's all I'm gonna say about that, at the moment. If you could see me right now, I'd be blushing, smiling, and hiding behind my hair. You know how it goes.
Wednesday is Halloween, so they'll be some people coming in, and hopefully a big group to go to the parade. My costume will be kickass. I'll try to get someone (hem hem, Adam, that'd be you) to take a picture with a digital camera so I can post it here. If he'll...yknow...show me how.
I have a job interview on Thursday for a temp thingy, will be starting into more serious research into school and career stuff tomorrow. Things seem to (finally) be starting to come together.
Ta ta for now!
Love,
Liz Current Mood:  mischievous | | Wednesday, October 24th, 2007 | | 9:07 pm |
Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you...
I have had a couple of very good dates with a very sweet, cute, awesome person. Hurray!! Not putting names and stuff up here yet, because I seem to have decided it's a jinx. Or something. Anyway, in lieu of details, here is a poem I wrote: Current Mood: hopeful | | Friday, September 28th, 2007 | | 3:56 pm |
I'm travelling heavy with illusions
I could write a life update, but instead I will do the comment thing I stole from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92) teddyann. If you want in, comment and I will pick seven interests from your profile for you to tell me about. Here are mine, as Teresa picked them (no pictures...and actually, mine is much less interesting and detailed than hers...ummm..sorry?): 1) angst Angst is so an interest! I am very interested in angst-related things, such as: the Counting Crows, Garbage, black clothing, purposefully walking through couples holding hands so they have to let go, cursing at cheerful people under your breath, etc. I guess it's sort of an umbrella term? 2) gender-fuckage Oh, drag kings and queens! Oh trannies, crossdressers, executive transvestites, girly boys, manly girls, tomboys, sissies and everybody else who doesn't fit a binary gender code! I LOVETH YOUUUUUUU!! 3) jeanette winterson My favorite author. Writer of 9 novels (one brand new), two children's books, one comic book, and an endless number of brilliant, witty, incisive, insightful articles, columns, and reviews. I adore her. I want to stalk her...not even in a sexual way (she's a mite old for me), I just want to kneel at her feet and bathe in her light. *siiiigh* Actually, an early article about her suggested that she had a group of girls who did just that, kind of like Sappho supposedly did. Unfortunately for her and me, this is apparently total bullocks. 4) monkeys They fling their own poop. Nuff said. 5) sappho One of the greatest poets of antiquity. LIttle survived except some fragments (they are really excellent fragments, though) and a soap-opera of a life story. Widely acknowledged as the world's first published lesbian. "sapphists" is a fun old-school term for lesbians that I sometimes employ. Cause I like it. She's also a character in a Jeanette WInterson novel. See how it all comes together? 6) thinking too much It is my greatest skill. I'm always looking for other people who do it, too. At least that way I'm not alone in my neuroses 7) woodworking I never did anything crafty until I was building sets...I made a very lovely table for Bernarda Alba. There's just something really satisfying about doing something physical and having a very objective, concrete result from it. Also, I kinda like the smell of sawdust (weird, I know) and you get to play with saws. I actually really miss it. That is all! I am boring today, I fear. Oh well. Later, my bitches! Liz Current Mood:  okay | | Friday, September 21st, 2007 | | 9:37 am |
bambambahbambahbambambahbam, I wanna be sedated!
So, I am staying home today, because I am too goddamn manic to go to work. Jittery, nervous, paranoid, and unable to stop myself from talking? CHECK. I rather humiliated myself last night in front of a logo news personality I am actually a rather large fan of, because of my complete lack of stopping power. It was like, "why am I telling this story? This is a horrible and embarrassing story...stop talking, goddamn you!" But there was no stopping me, alas. Not sure anyone else noticed; I may have just come across as energetic...which I guess is a good thing. It's not like I want people to notice my crazy. Then I came home, got three hours of sleep, and woke up, 5 in the morning, heart racing, couldn't get back to sleep etc etc etc. So, no work today. Anyway, last night was actually quite fun, apart from the crazy. Hairspray is phenomenal, of course. Randi and I were the only people in our section of audience bopping about and having a good time. Them other bitches is crazy. Hairspray is like happy crack (it is also a great thing to go to if you have manic energy, because it uses it in a fun way that feels good). Lu and Dee's party, also fun. Dags and fykes forever!! Much smaller and quieter than last week (maybe because it was the 2nd week; people probably wanted to wait a little before going again so as to seem "cool"), but still a really good time. And I wasn't excited about experimental film, but I should have been, because there was footage of...DEE in 1987!!! Reading poetry!! Having bad teeth! Being a young'in! I <3 Baby Dee; she was adorable then, and she is adorable now. It's like looking at someone's baby pictures or something. All "aww...you were so leeeetle!" Like, the Dee version of Muppet babies. SQUISHY!! I was inspired to give her many hugs, and so I did. I don't know which was more fascinating; this glimpse into Dee's wild past, or watching Dee watch it. Very cool, all around. As always, it was good to see Luisa. I guess I'll be seeing more of her newly-unemployed ass soon. I may actually call her today at a reasonable hour (which, for her, is like, 2) to see if she wants to come help me use up some energies. Also, we have to plot, scheme, and shop for a burlap sack :) The good news is, my therapist has an opening today at 5:30. Thank the lordy. In the meantime, I'll try to relax, get some more sleep, do breathing exercises, and so on. I can totally get through this...Wish me luck! Liz Current Mood:  awake | | Sunday, September 16th, 2007 | | 11:04 pm |
I'd be praying for deliverance from the night into the day...
Been sort of a rocky couple weeks, mood-wise. I blame the stupid brain chemicals. Damn them! Also, things at work are kind of frustrating right now. Not looking forward to going in tomorrow, let me put it that way. But I'm trying to stay positive, just trying to ride this out, cause I know if I can get past all this bullshit I'll hit a point where I start feeling good again. Let's just hope it's soon. So, since I'm trying to stay upbeat, here's some positive developments lately: Lindty visit was awesome! No shock there. We're gonna have so much fun when she moves in here; it'll be nice to get some more lesbiocity all up in my house. Also, we had the best karaoke night ever...I have never felt so much like a rock star. In the middle of me doing Come To My Window, some chick actually started yelling out that I could come to her window. Awwww, hell yeah. She was cute too...another couple weeks, and I predict panty-throwing. It's my goal. Reconnected with Luisa and her friend Emma, which was awesome...they are some fun kids. And I actually had a really good time at her and Dee's party; it was very chill, and I hardly felt like a loser at all. Yay for me! I have developed a total crush on someone she knows, so I think I may enlist her help in trying to snag a date. And I reconnected with some friends recently, including a girl I haven't seen in a couple years who is totally awesome and wants to set me up with a friend of hers. Hmmmmmm...could I have dating possibilities?! Le gasp! I have plans for many days this week, which is good. Tomorrow, Adam's play, Thursday ECTM, Friday who knows, Saturday Hairspray on Broadway (for free! yay Randi), Sunday maybe ECTM again (with the above-mentioned, hooking-me-up-if-possible friend, who I am most excited to see again). It is good to have plans...it leaves less time for sitting at home feeling like a failure. Also, the latest Chuck Pahaliuk book rocks so hard. That's all for tonight, kiddies...later! Love, Liz Current Mood: restless | | Tuesday, August 21st, 2007 | | 2:30 pm |
I was gonna write a real post, but why bother? Enjoy the survey, bitches. Current Mood: exhausted | | Friday, July 20th, 2007 | | 1:19 pm |
| | Friday, July 13th, 2007 | | 10:29 am |
poem post
It's been a while since I did one of these, huh? So long, in fact that I have something of a backlog. I'm going to try to reproduce the way they look in my little poem book (but without all the scribbles, obviously). It's sort of odd, so bear with me. The first one is from many months ago (pre-dumpage, in blue), the middle ones are from one month ago (post-dumpage, in red), the last two are today's (also blue). The caps in between aren't part of any particular poem, they just sort of...are. Right.
Well, I hope everyone enjoyed that. I hope anyone had time to read through it all. Some of these I'm not so happy with, so contructive critism would rock. And of course, anyone who bothers to read all these and comment on them in any way gets my eternal love and devotion and a pet rock!
Liz Current Mood:  drained | | Thursday, July 12th, 2007 | | 10:08 am |
I will hold my head up high, I'm a Gryffindor...and you won't need to save me anymore
Rather than write just another in a series of squeeing fangirl reviews of the latest harry potter movie, I shall be presenting mine in the form of...haiku! Because I am in a haiku mood, and those things are irresistible. To commence: Snuffles...no! sniffles but not too sad, because of all the awesome. Bellatrix Lestrange, evil sadistic nutjob... but still kinda hot? Luna, marry me! I'll protect you from nargles; then, we'll eat pudding. Ginny kicks some ass "reducto!" motherfucker! scares stupid brothers. I adore the twins, fireworks, hell yes! but don't accept their candy. awful toad-faced bitch, I love to hate you, also your stupid cat plates. My favorite? Still three but this takes a close second two thumbs, way way up! That is all, now carry on with your miserable lives!! If you want to leave your own haiku, it would amuse me. Liz Current Mood: amused | | Tuesday, July 10th, 2007 | | 9:31 am |
Remember when I moved in you, the Holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Today is not going to be a good day. It's only 9:30, and I just wish it was over so I could crawl home. My boss was crabby yesterday, which probably means he'll be crabby today, and I really hope I have the energy to deal with it. Part of it is, of course the hangover of doom. I'm nauseaus, I'm exhausted and I feel like there are angry spiders nesting in my brain. Spiders made of pain. Or something. I took some Aleve, so hopefully that'll keep the brain spiders at bay. But it's just not a good day for me emotionally either. I blame Rufus Wainwright. Or, I guess Leonard Cohen. Or that guy who sang it at karaoke last night. All I know is, I'd managed to be blissful and forgetty for days and days and then WHAM. Totally side-swiped. Now I feel all raw and breaky, and I keep starting to cry, and it's a problem. I'm hoping the headache cover story will be enough explanation. It's very annoying. I can't control my stupid emotions, as usual, and as usual it's gonna fuck things up for me. Right. I just have to take some deep breaths, calm myself down. I"ll just suck it UP. And then I'll get some fucking franch toast. Pardon the ranting, sometimes it's gots to be done. Current Mood: gloomy | | Thursday, June 21st, 2007 | | 11:45 am |
The queerest of the queer....
Stay past the ranting for fun, I swear. Today is not my friend. I've reached that special new-job stage (also applicable to other life changes eg. relationships, education, moves, basically any big change) where I freak out and think "I can't do this." I spent maybe 20 minutes this morning trying to figure out what to wear, before settling on something that I'm still not happy with. I also didn't shower because the hot water wasn't working, my shoes don't match etc etc etc. Then when I went to leave the house, I realized my key is missing. It's probably somewhere in my room, which means it could be days til I find it (because my room has reached a state of mess that even bothers me, but I'm too lazy and complacant to clean it, even though I should have because I have a date tonight and now my house is basically not an option ARGH). I had to borrow the extra from Teresa and use that. AND some crazy fundy started preaching at me in the subway AND my train was late AND I just got my period. Death. Kill. Grr argh. I was, however, greatly cheered and amused by an article in the Stranger. It's their gay issue, which is mostly irrelevant to me because it's about Seattle pride events, but there is: HOMO HISTORY, The Comprehensive, Unabridged, and Completely Indispensable Guide to Everything a Queer Person Needs to Know About Queer History from the Dawn of Humanity to the Present. There's lots of great stuff, a year-by-year guide from Stonewall on, and lots of cool homo writers contributing. The bits about Harvey Milk and Brandon Teena made me almost cry, many of them made me laugh, and all of them made me feel, well.....proud. Now I just need to pick up the Village Voice Queer Issue (sadly, the cover is not hot...le sigh). In the meantime, anybody interested with some time to kill, Don't Be a Dumb Dyke. Current Mood:  cranky | | Saturday, June 16th, 2007 | | 10:10 pm |
We all falter. Does it matter?
Just the basics update: I start my new job on Monday. Yay for me. I have a date on Thursday. Double yay for me. Last night I got a drink thrown in my face that was intended for someone else. Yay for sogginess for me. Today a piece of an N train fell on my head. Yay for dead brains cells for me. That is all. Current Mood: always horny... | | Saturday, June 9th, 2007 | | 12:07 pm |
I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates, you've got a brand new key...
Unsurprisingly, roller derby is amazing. The fast pace, the violence, the loud music, the totally INSANE fans, the "jeerleaders" the hot babes in skates and short skirts pushing each other around...fantastic. I was actually amazed by how "into it" I got. I was yelling, and stomping my feet, I clapped my hands till they hurt. I even started saying things under my breath, all, "cmon, turbo, cmon, take her out, block her ana bollocks BLOCK HER!!" and got all crazy when my team was up. Sadly, the Queens of Pain lost to the Bronx Gridlock 118-107. Boo-hiss. I didn't REALLy mind though as the whole thing was just so fun and such a rush to watch. Not to mention the fact that I seriously have a crush on every girl, on every team. DAMN. I like that they stretch right out in the middle of the rink so dirty perverts like myself can see them. I managed not to drool, so yay me. Absolute, hands-down favorite "Suzy Hotrod" the queens captain. Not only is she insanely hot, she kicks so much ass out there it's ridiculous. As Vanessa Valtrey would say, she is FIERCE. New bout is next saturday, if anyone's interested in going (it's manhattan mayhem vs. the brooklyn bombshells). Not sure if I'm gonna go, or if I'll wait till the queens team plays again (20 bucks a bout could get pretty steep if I go to every single one). But if anyone wants to go really a lot, lemme know, cause I'd definitely go if I had some companies. Queens of Pain are taking it all this year! Fi true. After that, I headed to karaoke, which was awesome, as usual. Sang a few songs, did my thing, you know. I thought I might actually burst into tears a couple times (on the stage man, so not cool) when I sang "I Can't Make You Love Me," but I just tapped into those performance skills and turned that pain into beautiful song. So suck that, depression. I also met a very nice, very cute girl named Zami. Not sure if she's gay or not, and we didn't exactly get to know each other well, what with the loud music and the craziness. But it was nice to meet someone new and cool in any case. Perhaps I shall have a crush on her. Perhaps not. She said she'd "practice" and actually sing something next week, so I shall see her again then (with a Teresa, perhaps? or anyone else who wants in, I s'pose). Saw Adam very briefly this morning. I was pretty sleepy, so it wasn't exactly a great meeting of the minds. I shall be joining him and his mumsie for Shakespeare this evening, assuming it doesn't rain. The beard is ok, I think. Requires some getting used to. Today I must add more music to my mp3player (and charge him, cause he's tired), buy some flipflops and maybe paint my nails. So, until later, my lovelies! Liz Current Mood: mmm...derby girls | | Wednesday, June 6th, 2007 | | 4:32 pm |
Badass ladies kicking ass
So, sitting at home watching whatever bullshit comes on the tv, and I happened to catch "Lipstick & Dynamite, Piss & Vinegar, The First Ladies of Wrestling" This is a really fantastic documentary about (duh) female wrestlers, especially in the 40s and 50s. And DAMN. Those women were not fucking around. The footage of the fights is amazing, the interviews are really honest and interesting and they are all totally my heros. Seriously, watch this movie. It will blow your mind and related areas. And it only increased my desire to go Gotham Girls Roller Derby this Friday. Anybody New York-based interested in going? Cause I am SOOOOO there. Hot ladies and violence? Yes, please. Anyway, other things are...as they are. Y'know. Trying to stay positive. Had a good interview yesterday, so my fingers are crossed about that. Wrote some new poems. Just trying to reclaim my old confidence and all that. Life goes on, etc. etc.
Confidential to Adam: those freaks was right when they said "you was dead" | | Sunday, May 13th, 2007 | | 3:44 pm |
lover lover lover lover lover come back to me
I woke up at 5 am and couldn't get back to sleep. I watched the sun tint the sky pink through my window; the lamp faded out. I sat on a rock for hours waiting for someone to come get me, which is dumb, since nobody knew where I was. I kept pulling up grass, ripping down vines, tearing up leaves, shredding flowers. She loves me; she loves me not. As if love makes any difference. I kept going till my palms were itchy, and my fingers filthy. Couldn't stop. I curled into a ball and wept gin until my glasses were blurred. The white christmas lights glittered like stars. I made wishes, the same wish on every one. I pulled a bulb off to keep, but it fell out of my bra when I went to bed, and I couldn't find it. So much for miracles. You were my miracle. A boy gave me three tulips, but I left them. Their soft skin on my lips made me too sad. I keep crying in public; I'm not even ashamed anymore. My lips are bloody; my eyes rid-rimmed. My red hair. I feel like an open wound. Nobody looks me in the eye; I don't see anyone but you. Everywhere I go, you. I think maybe I should leave the city, go someplace you haven't been, someplace new. But then I remember the time in Belize, when I kept thinking of you and seeing your face. I fell in love with you in absence. Now the absence is all I have left. |
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