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Not forgotten, simply just no engery!

noreply@blogspirit.com (Liz) — Fri, 02 May 2008 14:42:27 -0400

I know I haven't posted in a LOOONG time, it's not that I've forgotten about this place, simply that I just haven't had the energy to post. And I've been slightly obessed with other things (finally got on myspace, and facebook.)

A few quick updates on things, I got to see my niece, Phoenix, born. Don't really ever want to see my sister like that ever again. But I was very happy to be able to be right there when my niece was born. She's 10 months (I believe she is) old now. She was born in June. So I guess she's almost 11 months old. And my sister, the one that was living in Taiwan has moved to England to go to Grad. school, and is expecting another niece of mine in June as well. Very excited about that. Simply wish I could be there for her as well.

I've been looking for a summer job. Feel like I got fucked, and not in a good way, by Cedar Point. I'll explain all that in another post, when I have more time. But if anyone has any decent ideas on where I should find a good summer job, in the states, leave me a note.

Other than that, I had my gall bladder out recently, so I've trying to get over that.

My little brother is officially in the Army, stationed out in Colorado. But he'll be shipping out to Northern Iraq in later July or August.

I think that's about it for now. I'll try and make it not so long between posts from now on.

New York

noreply@blogspirit.com (Liz) — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 15:50:33 -0400

The first picture is of the legendary Serendipity's, and the last two are of Coney Island. Taken from the boardwalk.

Filene's Basement

noreply@blogspirit.com (Liz) — Sun, 02 Jul 2006 12:44:02 -0400

So my new found friend Jana and I went to Filene's Basement today. And of course, in true fashion we pulled a Muriel (in reference to Muriel's Wedding. This amazing Aussie flick. That if you haven't seen you should run out and see it.)
First is me, and the second is Jana.

Boston in Pictures

noreply@blogspirit.com (Liz) — Sat, 01 Jul 2006 13:25:38 -0400

The first picture is that of a really cool older model jeep that I found while trying to look for this bar. Ended up walking an hour and a half to find that it was only 3 blocks from my hostel. (The girl gave me some really bad directions to the bar).
The second is of Boston night life. And of a guy carrying a man-purse. But it was waaaaay more of a girls purse than a man-purse that he was carrying. It anyone had been with me we would have been laughing our asses off at it.

And Away We Go

noreply@blogspirit.com (Liz) — Fri, 30 Jun 2006 04:06:28 -0400

As you can tell by the time, its a little after 3am. I'm sitting in Penn Station (let me tell you it looks like none of the train stations they show on TV. There aren't any plush seats to wait on. I'm sitting on some hard wanna-be marble? floor.) My train has been delayed. I should be on my train right now, but instead I'm sitting and waiting. Now of course the whole night was not a bust. My faith in people named Nick has been restored (I only despise one person named Nick now, and he will always been an asshole). I meant this guy Nick, he carried my bag around all night, while we walked around. Just wasted time. It was really nice though. One of the better times I've had (especially when it comes to meeting CL's. Some of them are slightly uptight, and just expect that you should know what they want. And if you aren't it, there's no expections. Which isn't a bad thing, but when it comes to people you have to be flexible.) We just walked around, and talked. We were totally able to be ourselves, well I was atleast. It was nice, really relaxing. With my luck though, I had a good time, he didn't or just isn't into me. Whatever the case may be, he won't call, or text, or anything. That'll be the end of it. Which is a same because he had a really cute accent. (So I was totally wrong, because I just got an im from Nick, he wanted to know if I train had gotten in yet, and other stuff. Totally sweet of him. Now, lets see if he talks to me tomorrow. We'll see. He did say have a nice trip, but before we parted ways he wanted to know when I was getting back. Maybe we can/will be friends. I'll keep ya posted on that.)
Well its 4am, and the train is finally leaving the station. Only an hour late. But atleast I'm on my way to Boston. Should be fun, I can't wait.

Car Stuff

noreply@blogspirit.com (Liz) — Sun, 25 Jun 2006 21:49:37 -0400

The first picture is that of this head with a spear in it that was parked next to my car at the train station. The second is a big box that was in the Target parking lot, but it was the only spot left, so I just used my "amazing" driving skills. Pretty damn good if I do say so myself.

Who knows why........

noreply@blogspirit.com (Liz) — Sun, 25 Jun 2006 19:00:00 -0400

Why are people (boys in general) so contradictory. They say they want something, but when its right in there face they have no idea how to deal with it.
I'm not someone who lies. If I'm asked a question I'll answer it truthfully, even if I know for a fact that they would rather be lied to. Why try and hide who I am? I know who I am, or atleast part of who I am. I'm a commitment-phobic (I refused to have a bank account or cell phone for a year because of the commitment. So its not just relationship commitment-phobia, just commitment-phobia in general). I don't like people who lie, even about little things. Don't compare me to someone else that you use to date. I feel like I've been compared to my siblings my who life, and don't need to feel like I have to compete with someone else. And with that. Yes, I am a jealous person. And I do want to "have my cake and eat it too". Doesn't mean that the other person is able to (most of the time I don't give a shit. But at times I get jealous. But I also want someone to get jealous of me too. In a strange way it shows that you care). I know I'm not girlfriend material, or even marriage material (I really don't believe in marriage, or romantic love). You don't need to remind me of that. I am a workaholic. If I'm not at work, I'm usually doing something for work. I don't care if a boy goes to a strip club (my brother is a different story). I've found that I adore blue collar boys. Professionals are okay too, but there's something about a boy who comes home from work and is dirty that's just slightly hot. At the right time boys in suits are hot too. But when you know that a boy has been out working with tools, or big equipment that's just really hot. The taller the better (I know I'm "short" [actually just average] for a girl, but I adore tall boys). I know I'm only cute, and I will only ever be cute. Never beautiful or stunning, or even pretty, just cute. But I can deal with that. People that are old enough to be my dad or grandfather shouldn't hit on me. Especially when I'm told I only look like I'm 16, 18 at the oldest, its just creepy.
I've totally lost my whole ranting and raving mind set, so I guess I have it all out of my system now.