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LAYER ONE: On The Outside
Name: liz
Birth date: 6-1-85
Birth place: austin
Current location: austin
Eye Color: green
Hair Color: black
Height: five three and three quarters
Righty or Lefty: depends
Zodiac Sign: gemini
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: american. whatever that is.
Shoes you wore today: 5 year old sandals
Weakness: kirk
Your perfect pizza: cheese
Goal you'd like to achieve: independency
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase on AIM: lol
Your thoughts first waking up: aww, he felt me wake up
Your best physical feature: legs
Your bedtime: ...
Your most missed memory: all of them
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: pepsi is coke... fyi. i prefer coca cola
McDonald's or Burger King: wendy's
Single or group dates: one on one's are the best
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: ikkie
Chocolate or vanilla: baneeya
Cappuccino or coffee: i hate all coffee items
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: urm... no?
Cuss: i try not to
Single: single is not a verb.
Take a shower everyday: no
Crush(es): do i crush? wtf? idiots...
Like(d) high school: no
Believe in yourself: sometimes
Get motion sickness: only if i read in the car
Get along with your parents: "get your shit out of this living room by saturday!!!" after she didn't help clean out my sister's stuff from my room... hell fucking no we don't get along
Play an instrument: yeah
SIX: Have you ever?
Drank alcohol: last night kirk, robert, danielle (robert's wife), and i drank half a bottle of vodka while watching the newly released texas chainsaw masacre. nice.
Made Out: about an hour ago
Gone on a date: i dunno
Gone to the mall?: never again!!
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: eeewwwww.
Eaten sushi: >(
Been on stage: yeah
Been dumped: what doesn't kill us is making us stronger
Gone skating: yeah
Gone skinny dipping: not yet
Dyed your hair: i don't even know what my natural color is anymore
Stolen anything: yeah
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: strip poker is a fun game
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: i was last night. "no!! tzhe orgnal wasz better becaze... what? oh. shtairz." dammit
Been caught "doing something": no
Been called a tease: *Sigh*
Gotten beaten up: yeah, but i won
Shoplifted: yeah
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: 23
Numbers and Names of Children: i want a lot. zyra michele, kora faye, kirk and i like laloni danae, aiden christopher, cool names.
How do you want to die: fulfilled
What do you want to be when you grow up: happy
What country would you most like to visit: iraq? derranged motha lova. just playing, jer. canada
LAYER NINE: In a girl/guy
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
Number of people I could trust with my life: probably 2 or 3. everyone else i trust with my well-being.
Number of CD's I own: 45612341561
# of piercings: ears only
Number of tattoos: none
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? im a wallflower
Number of scars on my body: too many
Number of things in my past that I regret: a few... but i don't wish to change them because then i would be in a different place right now.
i hate it here. let me give you a rundown of what's been going on the past week:
thursday:
mom- i'm going out of town. i come back saturday, so i don't know how much help i'll be then. i will definitely help you on sunday, though.
thursday-saturday:
liz packs and moves most things from apartment to mom's. stuff piled on dining room table and living room couch.
saturday:
liz starts moving stuff from her room to ashley's, seeing as how it's all her's. day ends with ashley in the hospital under psychiatric evaluation, the room nearly done (all by liz), and mom crying constantly about how she's a bad mother and everyone blames her for everything. liz is tired of the drama.
sunday:
liz gets woken up at kirk's at 148 pm by a call from mom. expecting to hear, "i'm done with the grocery shopping and whatnot. what's left to do?" instead:
mom- "i'm about to do everything i said i was gonna do this morning. i should be done by 6."
liz: freaks out, is upset, wakes up and goes to the house. calls dad, he finishes up with church and promises to come with his pick up around 5.
5 comes, he and his wife comes. we pack up my bed, desk, chair, and tables, bring them to the house, they leave. kirk gets off work and i go see him.
monday: i clean my entire apartment spotless. by myself. go home, shower, start studying, go with kirk out to dinner, come back, study, crash.
tuesday: wake up, school, test, come "home", shower, kirk. mmmmm kirk. take a nap, he goes to a meeting while i call around for his surprise. put his surprise on hold, help his mom unpack some more stuff, he comes home. we go get his surprise (he feels bad because he loves it so much and he "never" gets me presents- it was a very rare movie he's been looking for), go eat, go to his grandma's to get the rest of their stuff, unpack, go to robert's, watch movie, get drunk, crash. wake up leisurely, shower, he goes to work, i go to school. this is today, btw. lol hang out at his work for until he goes on break, eat with him, then head here.
mom- i want this shit out of my living room by saturday!!
me- don't mess with my stuff. you already broke my mirror and put my bed (thanks- but no thanks) in the wrong sopt, upsetting all my stuff as you did so. wtf? i'll move it all in when i have the chance
mom- you will have it moved by saturday or i will move it.
i don't want her touching my stuff. if it wasn't for her, i'd have been moved in already. this is home? i don't think so. this is where i live, but not very much.
so, yeah. i'm miserable. i'm tired. i'm stressed. i need a day off. i need a vacation. i need a hug but i won't see kirk until i get out of school tomorrow. i've been so happy the past few months. i haven't really been depressed or anything. now, in the course of like 4 days, i'm more depressed than i have been since tenth grade. whatev. i know i'm selfish, but damn. i need some attention and i am the only one who can give it to me.