Thursday, September 29, 2005


I have roughly 20 minutes to waste before I head to Kelly's. I would go now but she is busy studying so here goes with the boredom. This is ripped from Kelly's blog.

1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at?
My hair.

2. How much cash do you have on you?
I only carry my bank card. I won't tell you how much I have either. Bastard.

3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"?

4. Favorite plant?
Aloe Vera. That shit has saved me from many sunburns.

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
Haha. Kelly. That's so funny how her's was me. Nevermind.

6. What is your main ring tone on your phone?
"Ape Dos Mil" by Glassjaw.

7. What shirt are you wearing?
Hope-Relay for Life shirt. Just got through working out. Bitch.

8. Do you "label" yourself?
Fuck labels.

9. Name brand of your shoes currently wearing?

10. Bright or Dark Room?

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Kelly is thefuckingshit. Definitely one of those friendships I can't live without.

12. Do you know what an 8-track is?
Of course.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Listening to music with Eddie. He ripped some files from me and I introduced him to a couple of bands.

14. What did your last text message you recieved on your cell phone say?
"Um I didn't get it? But I'm sure they are intimidated but they probably think you are full of yourself." Jennie was responding to how my debate class hates me.

15. Do you ever click on Pop-ups or banners?
No. That's for desperate losers.

16. What's a saying that you say a lot?
"I suck at life."

17. Who told you they loved you last?

18. Last furry thing you touched?
My music blanket my mom made me.

19. How many hours a week do you work?
8 at the front desk but, 14 this week because I'm on-call. Bastards.

20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?
Two words. Sony Cybershot. So eat me.

21.Favorite age you have been so far?
I loved 19 but 20 is looking pretty good so far.

22. Your worst enemy?

23. What is your current desk top picture?

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
"If you ever say something like that about me I will kill you."

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to erase all of your regrets, what would you choose?
Live life with no regrets. Everything happens for a reason. Bring on the dinero.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005


One of Bear's friends just walked into the front desk and started digging through the trash for food. *shakes her head*

Tuesday, September 27, 2005


This weekend was madness. There are so many words to describe it and not enough time and energy to do so. Things are a lot better and will be looking up for everyone. I can feel it.

Good news is that I've got my room back! My siblings left on Saturday. However, they left me a big stain on my carpet. I am going to slaughter someone. I just know it. Bad news is that I didn't get enough sleep this weekend at all. Thank you, Kelly. I will take blame for the rest though. Still worth every minute of it.

I saw Smokers and Non-Smokers on Friday at the Coffee Pot with some good company. Too bad Eddie missed it. They were great and he really does like them. I saw Reggie and the fucking Full Effect with Alkaline Trio on Saturday in San Antonio and it was great fun. My Chemical Romance didn't suck it up like I thought they would but they were still only mid-worthy of standing. *grins*

Yesterday was great. Laura had a surprise party for Alli and it turned out well for a Sunday night. They were all wasted. It was funny and Patrick was a hit. The drama was still existent but it's getting better. My friend Mike from Victoria stopped in from ACL and gave me some more of his artwork. Man, I have great fucking friends.

I did really well on my speech today. My closing statement was, "Procrastination is like masterbation. It feels good at first until you realize that you've just screwed yourself." I was told that I have balls for saying that and I was a little unsure of it at first but I am glad I did it. My teacher loved my speech and thought it was hilarious.

Today has been exhausting but I totally made a 100 on my 3rd Calculus test. Of course I had plenty of help. Thank you, Eddie. There was no way I could have done it on my own. I really wish my Calculus teacher would actually do some teaching. What a waste. I've never had to work so hard in a Math class. It's freaking ridiculous.

Just to give you fair warning, my stress level is really high right now. So don't freak out when I'm at the gym more than once in a day or if I choose not to be around you. These 17 hours are getting to me and this job is killing me. Don't ask me how I got RA of the month either. It's beyond me.

Sorry about the length. You know you love me. *kiss kiss*

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Kelly Does A Guest Blog

Kelly: You know what you would be good at?
Liz: What's that?
Kelly: Being a godmother.
Liz: What??
Kelly: Yeah. You're Catholic AND you're Mexican.

That's right, I said it.

Friday, September 23, 2005


It's the act of speaking in code. Thoughts have become constant. Welcome back, but not really.

*crosses fingers* Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick. Please don't let me get sick.

I've only obtained 7 hours of sleep in the past 2 days. My immune system is on decline, but the river is so inviting and is calling my name once again today. It shall be a nice evening following an awesome night of sleep. I feel the most comfortable asleep when it's raining.

I blame Kelly for the lack of sleep. However, I've enjoyed every minute of it. Our conversations rock. Yours too, coach.

Don't miss Death Cab for Cutie with Stars on November 5th at Stubbs.

Don't miss the acoustic set of Smokers and Non Smokers tonight at The Coffee Pot.

Don't miss out on what really matters.

Hope for the best; expect the worst.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005


Never shop when you're hungry. You might hurt your stomach.

Write that down.


I think I'm going to be sick. I can't wait to see my siblings. I would much rather have them here and be crowded than to see them at home in the mess that we shall call Rita.

My house back at home is almost all boarded up and my family will be departing Victoria tonight. *breathes*

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


I can't even begin to tell you how stressed out today has made me.

I lost my calculator and didn't realize it till I needed it for my math lab.

My order for an Ipod was cancelled and my money hasn't been refunded yet.

This hurricane (Rita) is a lot worse than what I originally anticipated. My family will be fine but I hope everyone else will be too.

The only good thing that I think came from today was the debate that I won for my team in class today.

Monday, September 19, 2005


This has been quite the weekend. Nothing big but all in all a good weekend. Just what I needed. Crazy things happened and other things didn't happen. There's really no other way of explaining it.

Friday I took the day off. I said, "Fuck you, work." I did nothing but enjoy myself with, a nice run, a good bike ride, a wonderful swim in the river, a delicious dinner, a great hangout, a late night swim in comanche hill's pool, and another good bike ride. It was nice indeed and the company was nicer.

Saturday I woke up with the intentions of getting a peircing and didn't have the chance to do so, for they are changing locations. However, next weekend awaits me. I ended up going to Best Buy, bought a movie, bought an ink cartridge, went to wal-mart, bought 4 more movies, more cds, tons of batteries, came back, ordered an ipod, watched a movie, ate some wings, went to kelly's, went to laura's, went to eric's, played karaoke, kicked ass, went to all-nighter, and talked about music with eddie (sp?) forever. An interesting night that once again invovled great people, and even better conversations.

My synopsis, you learn a lot more about your friends when there are new people involved or over conversations that allow you to be in an altered state of mind. *clears throat* I've spent a lot of good quality time with Kelly this weekend. It's been great. Can you believe that she has never eaten ramen once throughtout her entire college career?! Amazing.

Heard from my brother a couple of hours ago. Louisiana is going well for him. He's getting to help out and get paid at the same time while Lowes covers every meal and every bill. I still wish I could do more.

Next weekend is the Reggie and Alkaline show. Be excited. Be be excited. Tortillas are good. This new band "Stars" has really got my full attention. Thank you, Nathan. I didn't do shit for my calculus class this whole weekend. I'm such a fuck tard. Tomorrow will definitely suck. Busy will be the word of the day. Wait, that's today. Shit.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005


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I'll never forget the old good times. There will be more to come though! This is the year. I can feel it.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


I got a phone call from my mother at freaking 7:23 this morning. Why the exact time? Because! I've been up since then. Though I should be studying, I've just been chilling till class. I just know that I'm going to regret this later. Watch me fall asleep at the desk or something.

So anyway. I'm getting tired of my hair. I wish it wasn't getting so long but I made a promise to donate it and I'm sticking with it. I await the day that I have short hair again. *sighs* I wonder how my dad's mullet is coming along. He needs to come and see me so I can record the status of it now. *grins* He's so silly.

Oh Man! If I can get someone to watch my desk shift tomorrow night I'm totally going to see Weezer and The Foo Fighters in San Antonio. *grins*

Sunday, September 11, 2005


I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. I hate boys. It's just that simple.

Guy situations are completely retarded. I don't know why I worry about them so much. We all know that my fate is to be single forever anyway. Boys are trouble and Mother knows best. After the thursday night phone conversation, guy situations have changed and will most likely not progress. Others could surprise me but I still stand by my previous statement. I hate boys.

I've decided to go on an Alkaline Trio binge for the next week or so. I need to prep myself for the show on the 24th. I have them in the cd player in my bathroom, the stereo in the living room, and playing on my Itunes as we speak. I'm more excited about this show now than when I found out the whole line-up. It'll be good fun. Especially since I haven't seen Alkaline play in over a year and have never seen Reggie play. I think it would be accurate to say that I'm as giddy as a school girl. *big cheesy smile*

I think I'm going to get rid of my comment box on here. I used to get comments all the time but not anymore. I don't know what happened but I'm not going to let it get to me. I need to change the template anyway. That'll be next weekend's project. Any ideas? Oh wait. No one comments. Nevermind.

Saturday, September 10, 2005


Today my older sister turned 23. When we were talking on the phone my mom pointed out to her that by the time she was 23 she was already married for over a year and pregnant. *laughs* I hope my sister doesn't take that the wrong way.

My brother left for Baton Rouge, LA, yesterday. He's a shift leader or something for Lowes in Victoria and they transferred him to Louisiana for a couple of weeks to help out with hurricane relief stuff. I thought it was pretty neat. I wish I could be of more help. I just don't feel like donating clothes is enough. If only I was a rich bastard.

So being a diabetic sucks major ass. Just today my sugars have dropped 3 times. I guess it's better than having them more escalated than the norm though. Good news though! I've lost 5 pounds! Yessssss! It took forever but I think I've finally broken my plateau. Now that my sugars are under control chances are I'll be losing the weight I've been busting my ass off for.

Night of Mayhem at Chris' tonight! Gotta get ready. Love, peace, and chicken grease.

Thursday, September 08, 2005


So today in my debate class the professor walked to one side of the room and picked up a leg that was detached from a desk. Funny thing was that he did this in the middle of his lecture. Then he looked at the leg lifted it to his face and said, "This looks like a mini baseball bat." My response, "A.D.D."

*shrugs* It had the class laughing for a while. I just can't believe that I had the balls to say that to a professor. *grins* In the words of my father, "My, we're getting brave in our older age, aren't we?" Why yes, father, I am.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


I can't help but pay attention to stupid people sometimes, they make my day. So I totally eavesdropped on this stupid guy's phone conversation the other day.

"Hey man, are you down for partying tomorrow night?"
"You know what I mean by partying, right?"

[Let me be a bitch for just a second because I think I know what he meant by "partying."]

n. pl. par·ties

1. A social gathering especially for pleasure or amusement: a cocktail party.
2. A group of people who have gathered to participate in an activity.

[back to the convo]

"Aww man, don't be such a puss."

My conclusion? Frat guys are cocks.


My public speaking professor seems like a good man, however, he reminds me a lot of my dad. They resemble each other with some physical characteristics. They have the same nose, the same beard (except my professor's is all gray and my dad's is still black with some gray hairs), they both wear the same kind of glasses, and they even dress the same.

I find it odd that they both have the same teaching method too. It's like deja vu or something. My dad was my Religious Education teacher in 3rd grade and both of my parents were my confirmation teachers for 2 years. So it's interesting to see that the both of them (my prof and my dad) have very boring teaching methods. And yes, I am derived from bible thumpers...well, catholics and I don't know what's worse. You decide.

So I got an 86 on my first calculus test. Well, really it was an 85.7, but who cares? I'm not too excited about that because Bs just won't do it for a Math class. I have plenty of time to redeem myself though. But remember kids, I'm that bitch you hate in your physics class, the bitch that studies an hour before the test and makes a 92 without the 7 point curve. *grins* Classes are going to be great this semeseter.

Monday, September 05, 2005


Why is it that everytime I come out of a staff meeting I feel like this job has a bigger workload? I don't get paid enough. Also I am so sorry, but it is -not- in my contract to plunge someone's shit. If I'm not wiping their asses what makes you think I'm going to plunge their toilet? You can fucking eat me. I thought I came to college to not be a plumber. Thanks.

Residence Life isn't all that and what you've always expected. Everyone should just die. Kill yourself today.


I just had a good conversation with my brother before the staff meeting. (By the way I've never had so many changes in emotion occur within the same twenty minutes before.) For those of you who know and love Lawrence [Kelly] pray that he moves to Austin. Things are looking good for now but we shant get our hopes up so soon.

Friday, September 02, 2005


I feel like I'm stuck and when I say stuck I mean in more than one way. The other day I finally just broke down. I don't need everything in my life to be okay all the time I just want things to work out. I want all of the hard work that I put into my workouts to show. I want my guy situations to work out. I just want this debate thing to work out. I don't want to feel so much pressure with my grades. I just want my job to get better.

It seems like I'm letting things overwhelm me so fast but that's all I can think to do. I'm taking on so much this semester and I don't know if I want to anymore. It seems like I work my ass off all the time and now I just want to give up. I'm just not happy anymore and I don't know where this all happened.

If it wasn't for my job giving me a place to live I would quit in two seconds. If it wasn't for my diabetes I would stop working out. If it wasn't for keeping up a GPA for grad school and scholarships I wouldn't study so hard.

I would hope that some good comes of debating again other than the scholarship. Funny thing is that my mother told me just the other day that if I was going to debate I needed to make sure that I was going to be happy doing it. I wish I could just tell her to eat me. I'm not going to be happy regardless. I have so much other crap under my belt that's keeping me from being happy but mother knows best. I should slap myself for thinking to tell my mother that.

If things don't work the way that I expect them to, I get upset. Yes, I may be hard on myself but if I'm not who will be? Who's going to make the grades for me? Who's going to lose the weight for me? Who's going to do my job? No one.

I have to work my ass off. My mommy and daddy's penny never got me to school. Mommy and daddy's penny doesn't pay for anything. I do. I pay for it all. I work for it all. I've been continuously employed since high school. I can't just give up and expect them to pay for everything. I have to be a hardworker because if not I wouldn't survive. I would love to just quit and live off of someone else but when you're me it's not possible. So where do I get a break? I don't. So what the hell do I do? No one knows. When do -I- get a break?!

I think I need to just lay low for a while. I need to distance myself from everyone and continue to fly solo with everything until I can figure things out. I need to do something but I don't know what yet. No one needs my negative attitude around them anyway. I might as well just stay away. I live by myself. I eat by myself. I study by myself. I workout by myself. So I guess that's how I should keep it working for a while. It's almost like I have no choice. It's almost like that's how this year is supposed to be. I feel so alone; more alone than I have ever felt before.

And to think that I was actually excited about getting back from summer, a summer that wasn't so great, and as bad as it sounds I'm more upset now than what I was when my uncle died. I think it's because things have just been building since then. And to think that I actually thought this year would be better than all of the rest. *shakes her head* It's like I came back but was somehow left behind and forgotten about over the course of the summer.

How wonderful. I have two tests tomorrow and haven't studied once. I think I need to see a doctor. I'm making myself so sick from everything.

Thursday, September 01, 2005


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