I dunno; just an update. I feel like communicating.
Yes, behold the new LJ picture. It's from my model pictures. It looked a lot better til it became a JPEG file. It's SPY LIZ!!! Dun na na na na na na na, dun na na na na na na na SPY LIZ. Can you tell I'm supremely bored? Pfft...I can, too. Dude, I could so kill you with my phone. Stick that antenna right through your jugular. Or I could just throw it at you, you'd go "OW", fall into a manhole, and die. OR...maybe once I throw it at you, it would EXPLODE your FACE!!! But the most assured way to kill you with my cell phone? It's easy. I make you figure out how the crap I answer my voicemail. I STILL haven't figured that out, and I've had the damn thing since graduation.
Isn't imagining FUN???
No, I'm not psycho...why???
I had fun this weekend. I wish I had it all on film, that way I could watch it and never be sad again. I liked the movie, if only certain BLANKET WHORES and PEOPLE LOOKING FOR THEIR GLASSES wouldn't have SPOKEN throughout the ENTIRE thing.
I enjoyed my seating arrangements, as well :)
Still no luck with writing more to Firelure. It's depressing, but not to the extent of making me boo hoo over it with a box of kleenex on standby. I came up with a few new ideas today for a different genre of a story.
Mom and Gran are decorating the fake Christmas tree. Megan's all pissed off because she can't eat the lights. Christine is speaking in tongues over a Beanie Baby cat...
I can't decide whether I want to fall off the couch laughing or tell my mother that there's a piece of the tree that looks like Marilyn Monroe standing over a vent.
Maybe I'll go watch a movie. I'm really hyper for some reason. Too much soda maybe. Or an over abundance of energy I can't put anywhere. *shrugs*
~Liz
Isn't imagining FUN???
No, I'm not psycho...why???
I had fun this weekend. I wish I had it all on film, that way I could watch it and never be sad again. I liked the movie, if only certain BLANKET WHORES and PEOPLE LOOKING FOR THEIR GLASSES wouldn't have SPOKEN throughout the ENTIRE thing.
I enjoyed my seating arrangements, as well :)
Still no luck with writing more to Firelure. It's depressing, but not to the extent of making me boo hoo over it with a box of kleenex on standby. I came up with a few new ideas today for a different genre of a story.
Mom and Gran are decorating the fake Christmas tree. Megan's all pissed off because she can't eat the lights. Christine is speaking in tongues over a Beanie Baby cat...
I can't decide whether I want to fall off the couch laughing or tell my mother that there's a piece of the tree that looks like Marilyn Monroe standing over a vent.
Maybe I'll go watch a movie. I'm really hyper for some reason. Too much soda maybe. Or an over abundance of energy I can't put anywhere. *shrugs*
~Liz