Facing It

Friday- last ap!
can finally stop procrastinating.

liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive journal!
i missed you.

Whoa, I totally forgot about this thing.
time to bring good ol' lj back, i say!

Life actually sucks. Now I'm down in the dumps, and on top of everything the stupid english exam is tomorrow morning.
And no one reads this anymore anyway.

Oh and since no one reads this anyway...just for my amusement, the hottie of the entry: 

So I'm currently not doing my homework. What else is new?

I'm now pretty scared of Facebook. stupid fear I know. But I read an article in the newspaper today about facebook and all those good sites about how colleges and even future employers could find that stuff on the internet. Plus its just out there. Anyone can find it. Including scary stalkers. Honestly the internet is totally huge. had to get that out there

so I have a new hot guy who I am obsesssssssssed with. You'll be hearing a lot about him.
Mark with a 'k' from Big City Dreams. hooo man.

he's the one on the far left. God, he's so foiyne (sp?) in person. Gah i'm sad I missed out on the sweaty hug.

yah couldn't find a solo pic but o well. Anyway, I heart him. always and forever.

Bdays on wed. big 1-7. can't wait. no curfew. I'll finally feel qualified to read seventeen magazine.

i really should be going now.

But I just love writing in this thing!

So I'm thinking of doing the spanish exchange thing. sounds cool, but I'm not sure I could handle living with a foreign family in their house. I mean I'm sure they're cool and all, but what with the whole language barrier thing, and as much as I'd like to think that I'm pretty good at spanish at a basic level, and im not sure I could talk to actual people who speak this everyday. Honestly, you've heard the anorexic kid speak. What if everyone's like that?!

o in response to the anorexic thing, we should see how skinny his wrists are. Because..well..I have no reason, but skinny wrists are just a sign. of what. yeah.

Mark with a K (at least in the above pic, not in real life) eeriely reminds me of you-know-who from greenhill. whose name I don't want to mention in case someone from there finds this. Because they still don't know. And they'll never know if I can help it.

I gotta go. This entry is getting longer by the minute.

Well. No article. hahahhahah. Hmm, maybe it's because I wasn't assigned one!? Whatever. I feel bad, but on the other hand, I actually don't care. the second hand really outweighs the first. What does this say about how this year is gonna end up, huh? well I don't really believe in signs anymore, so, to answer the question, nothing. It means nothing. Hot guy: I saw Tristan and Isolde last night. Pretty good. If I'd gotten all the political stuff I might have liked it better, but oh well. Anyway, James Franco/Tristan = v. hot. ooo sexy

oy. I think he's another one of those hot celebrities that is beautiful on screen, but all the photographs are blech. B/c a lot of the pics I found of him greatly resembled a young Kramer.

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. him and the bird

 

happy mlk day

Since no one else had updated in what seems like a loooong time, I shall update, so hopefully everyone shall follow, like the lemmings you are.
sooooooo late day tomorrow! should be awesome, I love late days like a fat kid loves cookies.
what to write, erghhh.
already this hw thing is making me angry. I was all motivated to study like no other, and bam. school actually started. oy.
Many thanks to Shelby, for burning me this awesome spongebob cd. i love it
gah i would be all emo and stuff to make certain people happy, but why do it? when i am not upset?
oy i must study!
well enough ramblings for now.

Ok, so maybe I am trying to avoid writing that english journal. Whatev. It'll get finished eventually.
so 2nd entry in like two days? three? yep slowly bringing up the old momentum.
So to answer anyone's questions once and for all (not that any of the people that ask them are on this, but whatever):
Yes, I'm returning to Newman next semester. Yes, I'm leaving in approx. one week. No, there was no damage done to our house. Yes, I'm excited to go back, but I'll miss Greenhill a lot.
It has come to my attention that maybe I watch too much tv. Today in acting we were disucssing this, and everytime the subject comes up, I always start to feel a little self-concious, because everyone starts making comments like "I barely watch tv anymore" or "the only two hours of tv I watch a week are Grey's Anatomy and the OC" Maybe I should try one of those no tv weeks or something. But I'll have to make it a week that SNL is a rerun, cuz I'm obssesed. and read more. Yes I know I'm the so-called queen of reading but lately its been at the bottom of my list. After doing hw I'm so tired before going to bed that I only read a few pages, plus my book is just a teeny bit boring, but its getting waaay better in like the last ten pages (Jane Eyre, by the way) I'm just waiting for all the romance between her and Mr. Rochester to start and I desperately want to know the alleged "secret of the attic" (according to the back of the book) even though I already know what it is, from previous things I've read, but I've never actually read the part in the actual book, so we'll see. Anyway, after a loooong tangent, I think cutting back on my tv time could be a good thing. Who knows, I could take up knitting or something. Or play the piano. Or start writing the Great American Novel. But I'll miss my Seinfeld reruns. Good ol' Seinfeld. I saw the one earlier with the Chinese baldness cure. hahhahaha.

Ok, so if you hate it when I rant, feel free to skip to the end.

I really cannot take it anymore, alright? Emma Robert's character on unfabulous has a boyfriend before me. What does this tell you about life, huh?! (other than the fact that she is fictional and has writers coming up with this stuff, but still) honestly, you and I can't ignore it any longer, I am abnormal in the fact that not only have I not have a first kiss/ first date/ first boyfriend, I have no experience with guys. I don't get it. Maybe there's just a huge sign on my forehead that only boys can see, saying to stay away, I'm a loser, don't bother. You know how when you're little, boys are totally gross and all that stuff? Well, there's a certain point when the sexes start to mix together again, maybe 6th grade, maybe a little sooner, maybe a little later. anyway, the point is, I think I missed that point. I don't know where I was, but I am totally helpless now. It's always "oh next time I'll do better" "next year.." well soon the next time is gonna be college, and I'll still suck at it. What if it never happens, and I'm all alone? I don't want it to happen, but maybe it's simply inevitable for me. And then when I'm sick in the hospital and my parents are dead, no one will be there to make decisions for me and help me out. So basically, I've got to get over this whole hump in the road. Maybe it's me, maybe it's them, its probably me, but maybe I just haven't met anyone I just clicked with yet. Ok, I know people are constantly saying, oh it's normal not to have a boyfriend/first kiss until college, plenty of high school juniors and seniors still haven't, etc. But in an age where, everything is oversexed, and it's just SEX SEX SEX everywhere, and boys and girls together, it's really difficult to think that you're not alone and in a minority, that you're still the status quo. I could turn off the mtv, but it's not just mtv, like I mentioned earlier, even things like nickeleodon are making me feel this way. And in magazines, and all the stupid chick lit books. It's just everywhere, and the uncertainty I've always slightly felt is starting to snowball faster and faster into a kind of relationship depression.

Well, I said if you hate my ranting you can skip to the end, so I'll write some stuff for that purpose. ok list of Positive Stuff: I'm on high honor roll, I have a car, since it's cold my hair looks relatively good. Oh and some senior hit on me the other day while I was heating up my soup. He leered very suggestively and was so cocky, but hey there's one guy. BUT DON'T THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER

I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. -Carrie Bradshaw
But hey, I would go for a make out buddy, too. Or maybe just a guy friend.

Sorry if I brought anyone down, but this is unfortunately how I feel right now, I had to get it all out.
Thanks for listening

It has been noted that updates are rare and few. So I'm taking care of it.
First off, my room does not smell like cocktail weenies anymore.
Second off, I'm thinking this year some festivus celebration is in order. "A festivus for the rest of us" is what I always say. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus go here for more info on this wonderous holiday.

So hot guy of the entry.

I was thinking of this hottie earlier. I've been a closet fan for a while, and it's time I come out with it, cause there's no denying his hotness (or at least I think so)

Tadhg Kelly from Unfabulous on Nick(apparantly its gaelic, and apparantly it's not even his real name!)

 

 

 

 

 

goodbye Elizabeth

Haven't updated in a while.
So I guess i shall inform everyone what's going on in my oh so interesting life.
well my tongue hurts like no other. Been like that pretty much all day.
the play was this weekend. big success. sadly my role was majorly minor, but whatever, I'm glad I was a part of it.
I am adjusting quite nicely to the life of driving. I now listen to the radio! woot.
Hopefully next week is when John stamos will be making a guest appearance on ER. O im counting the days baby.
I should be studying for a history test I have tomorrow. But hey this happened the last time too, I waited til the last minute and felt I was unprepared, and I got an A+, so maybe the same thing will happen again.
look at me, I'm cheese.
My room is finally clean, as for the past month its looked like a clothes bomb exploded in my room.
I think I may be allergic to eyeliner.
I'm readin Jane Eyre, and it doesn't suck as much as I've heard it sucked. always good

well that's what's new in the grand ol' life of Elizabeth. swell huh?

I've got a carrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!! yes!
well it's my mom's old car, but still! I have a set of wheels, I've got transportation! I join the ranks of all the, uhh , other drivers. sweetness

So what do ya think the chances are of me ever running into that guy from the airplane from last thanksgiving? He and I couldve been friends. Except that he's weirdly religious. And for the life of me I cannot remember his name. Began with a p though. ahh phil! that was it! gah why was he the only attractive (semi) guy that ever found me attractive? why o why?

anyway I'm going to bring back Hottie of the Entry. I missed it.

Sigh. good ol' Milo Ventimiglia. what a hottie. leaning against a car with his shirt slightly unbuttoned. and there's a fed ex truck in the background. ahhh so high class this pic.

my foot's asleep. and I gotta wake up early 'cuz Im going to new orleans! woot. so I better get some shut eye soon. With visions of sugar plums and milo ventimiglia dancing in my dreams.

I have this very interesting theory. If anyone has read Gallows Hill by Lois Duncan you will probably understand my theory a lot more. But anyway.
My theory is that one of the consequences of the hurricane, and having to move to dallas, is that I was meant to fix some sort of injustice. Or just solve some sort of problem. Or maybe I was just destined to come here. Because I feel as if I've known all the kids here forever. So maybe we all knew each other in a previous life. And in that previous life, some problem went unsolved, and I had to come here to fix this problem so that we're not doomed to repeat it for all eternity. Same sort of idea in the book. I highly reccomend it. But then again, this theory does bring up ideas of reincarnation, which I totally believe. The Indian idea on this states that there are a certain number of lessons we have to learn before we go to heaven (or something like that) and so we simply keep living new lifes again until we get all the lessons completed. It's kinda cool, I think. I'd like to think that we're being born again. But I don't want to think about a heaven. Because to me then that means that there is most likely a hell, and once you're dead, you not going to repeat any more lives, and you're going to have to be in hell for all eternity. And that's a very long time. It hurts my head to think about it. Like how when you think about how before the big bang occured there was absolutley nothing. And then all of a sudden there was something. Just hurts to think about the nothing part, and how space goes on forever. well enough of my ramblings.

I think lj died.

In case anyone doesn't know, today John Stamos is 42. The big 4-2. four by two, which he most certainly is not. And he is still beautiful for an old person. Not that 42 is old. Middle aged would have been a better choice of words.
So Happy Birthday John Stamos. When life gets rough, I think of your hair, and I smile. Thank you.

I just saw the episode where all the adults on Full House (Danny, Jesse, Joey, and Becky) are dressed up as children in Michelle's dream, Danny is wearing quite a memorable shorts outfit. And Uncle Jesse is the only one who does not look like a total dork. Only the Jessman can pull off a turquoise and orange silk polyester/ rayon blend shirt (with fringe) and a black cowboy hat. Because he is cool like that.

Enjoy the last day of summer.

I was thinking about that Pope Secola joke, and while it is very funny, don't get me wrong, if this occured in real life the College of Cardinals would have been able to hire ol' Secola if he was the best for the job, instead of the other guy without having to worry about the whole pepsi deal, because he would change his name anyway, like they all do. Pope Pius. Clementine. John Paul. Paul John.

It is really funny.

so...bored. It's a good thing that SAT class starts in a couple of days. I need to start doing something constructive.

O yeah. The curly hair is back!

I never thought I'd be this excited to have curly hair.

I am the master of straight and curly!