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Name: Liz
Birthday: 8/22/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, writing, drawing, painting, singing, dancing, acting; theology, philosophy, microbiology, language, and the list just goes on...
Expertise: At sixteen? You've got to be kidding.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Academia
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Member Since:
2/13/2005
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| In honor of my birthday -- and because the username is more appropriate ^_^ -- I am moving to my other blog. It's nice and clean, I can get a fresh start, yadda yadda yadda. Whee!
Oh yes, and thank you all VERY VERY much for the plethora of birthday wishes! They really made my day.  (I suppose that isn't saying much, since it was the first day of school, but still, y'all rock!)
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| I'm having an attack of the "cools". Here I am, lately turned seventeen (thank you, Jaimie ), sitting next to my cool cat friend Allyson in the Ventura College library, with my cool TAC book bag and my cool Alaskan tree-branch pencils (courtesy of Hanna), and my not-so-cool disposable camera left over from the Summer Program, wearing my oh-so-cool blue jeans (which apparently used to be Tom's and aren't really that cool, just pants) and looking forward to a frigidly cool Trig class with my homie Sara, followed by a practically arctic German class with more of my crazy cool cronies. Oh yeah, and I suppose food should figure in there somewhere. My stomach is digesting my spine, but I've found that if I ignore it or take a sip of water, the feeling goes away, so I'm not taking it seriously.
Well, for a birthday so far this has been interesting. I got three hours of sleep last night (you would have too if you had as much to think about as I did -- eventually I just read English poetry till like 3:00), got up bright and early (5:15) and found some beeyootiful pink-edged white roses on the table (along with some yummy toffee candy and a promise that mom and I would go out for sushi on Sunday). I talked to some nice people on the bus (am I the only teenager in the history of the world who does that?), and listened very interestedly to a guy ranting about George Bush and people who drive SUVs and Corvettes and how they were all going to Hell, in fact, it sounded like he thought anyone who drove a car was going to Hell. The bus driver was really nice. I like nice bus drivers. They're cool.
Art class was boring, because it was basic stuff like grades and things, and it ended an hour and a half earlier than it was supposed to, hence my being in the library. Whee.
I've calculated, and I've discovered (I believe) that today I will be home for a total of thirty minutes, possibly less. As soon as I get back it's time to leave for rehearsal. Hmm. Well, it's all very exciting, so I'm not complaining.
I must say, I have DEFINITELY earned being 17. | | |
| These guys are great! They've got some awesome rhythm going, cool lyrics, and the oddest, neatest, funnest touches of Appalachian old-style here and there just the way I like it! I can't believe I've never listened to them before.
Oh yeah, and I'm still moderately wired. As in, my good mood has not yet abated. Three more TAC essays to go, and they're the fun ones, as in, the ones that aren't about me. 
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| I am in a monumentally good mood. It helps that I'm high on caffeine, but it's my firm belief that it's when I've had sugared coffee that I see the world most clearly. XD I really ought to do this more often -- I'm happier than I've been in months, and though it's probably going to bomb tomorrow, I'm going to enjoy it while I can.
I've just had a magnificent day: I read Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams with great appreciation and laughter, had deep philosophical discussions with Lucy, played with wet corn starch and cheered the boys on in a game of Ultimate Frisbee, rehearsed -- with much goofing off and the inevitable fight with a certain boy with whom I am not really mad, just a little irritated that we always have these fights which are funny but kind of redundant and unavoidable -- Shakespeare (how's that for a run-on), plonked out Heart and Soul on the piano with Sara, and had some good ol' culture shock watching Sliding Doors, and more hilarity watching the beginning of Galaxy Quest. Sliding Doors was confusing but pretty good, though it makes me seriously glad I'm Catholic and have a marriage-before-the-other-stuff principle, so I won't have to be constantly worrying about whether I'll be dumped tomorrow. I have been laughing all day, and it feels darn good. I also had a great idea for a fun story while we were driving home, AND I collected my trig textbook, and finally decided to take a really weird incident with a guy from the summer program as a compliment, which makes me feel pretty swell.
(Conversations that start, in the presence of several others, with, "Why do you dress like that? You could look so good," don't usually end up well, and this one did finally culminate with me running to the ladies' room to escape, but I figure if a guy is blunt/rude/tactless enough to approach you and start brutally criticizing your appearance, comparing you to the girl next to you by way of reproach, and suggesting that you get a pedicure and "fix your eyebrows", if he says you have "an amazing smile", he must really mean it. Albeit, it is a little weird that he should then get in your face every time he sees you, saying, "Come on, come on, smile, smile.... awwww, you look great" -- when you finally can't help yourself from smiling at the absolute absurdity of the situation -- and take pictures of you with his cell phone during Mr. Daly's speech at the banquet, and I don't know if I want to hear that my cheekbones are really awesome (O_____o), and I certainly am not going to change my appearance because of what some weirdo says. It was actually rather funny. I like my eyebrows, anyway, dark and thick as they are. XD Though I don't think I want a guy staring at me critically like that ever again. The funny thing is, there was another guy at the summer program with whom I was slight friends, and he would stare intently at me as well -- but he didn't look at me like David did; I could kind of tell that he was searching my face so that he could see into my head, and I think he did it to everyone. It was really nice, because I could look back without feeling embarrassed, knowing that he wasn't examining me as one examines a work of art, but as one examines a code. *g* It's just funny how people are different. And wow, that was the longest parenthetical note ever!)
Mmmm, I feel charitable and glowy all over. Hee hee. The thing that would have really capped this day would have been a phone call from Sea Things telling me to come in for an interview. But I'm sure something'll turn up eventually. Meanwhile, I've got to get to bed, as I am singing tomorrow at Mass.
*edit* Hah, 2:00 and I'm still wide awake. At least I'm not shaking any more... wow, this was, from health standards, a colossally bad idea. Oh well. 
*edit again* Good morning, my tasty little chicken cupcakes! I got less than hour of sleep. I am never, ever doing that again, but I feel pretty good, considering.
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| Today was my first rehearsal in costume. (I really have to post pictures this time; the costumes are fantastic.) We even managed scene six, though I was afraid every minute that the pins in my hem were going to stab me. Mr. Ferrier said it was my best performance ever. If that's true, I'm going to be smoking on show night. ^_^ Tim and Katie, if you see this -- you HAVE to come to the play! It's on the 26th, 7:00 at the Ferriers'. It's going to be awesome, even if most of the cast is under seventeen.
And yet again we do not have an Egeus. We kicked out first one out because he made it to only two rehearsals all summer and didn't have his lines memorized with less than two weeks till the show, and then our replacement, Joe (anyone see anything funny about Joe playing my angry dad AGAIN? Except this time he *wants* me to marry Nick, but I'm running off with the other Collins boy, lol), broke his leg in two places playing soccer and now has a platinum screw in his bone. Yaaaaay. Max is going to tell us tonight (after he gets his TAC schedule) whether he'll be able to take the part or not.
NOBODY TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT GLADIATOR! I've only watched about half of it at the Ferriers', and I'll hopefully finish it tomorrow. It... is... wow. Words cannot describe how much I love what I've seen. I mean, it's so utterly Roman. They didn't try to stuff it with 21st century cant about not oppressing other peoples. I've decided that the Greeks had the coolest language, the coolest poets and the coolest mathematicians, but Rome pwns in most other respects. *g*
Oh yeah, and I also watched Mystery Science Theater today -- really, truly TERRIBLE production of Hamlet, dubbed from German. All done on the same set. Ooooooh, the pain. Well, some of the acting was okay, even if they did lower the microphone a bit too far (), but the "to be or not to be" soliloquy was awful. Ouch ouch ouch.
We had a "Goodbye Party" for Max last night, since he's going to TAC. Well, it wasn't my idea, and Sara, Lucy and I thought it was a little silly that we had to make a farewell sign, so we just wrote "BYE." on a poster and colored them all with the same red crayon. He IS just going 5 minutes up the road, after all.
Meh. I really, really, really want to be at TAC. Not that I don't like my class -- I want them there too. I want it to be next fall. Lol. This year is going to be okay, though, I guess. Problem is, I project into the future, the way I KNOW I'm not supposed to, and all I can see is routine. Classes and work. Yeehaw. Moneymoneymoneymoneymoney. I am looking forward to VC, it's just that my capacity to be excited about the future is not great. I mean, I've been anticipating things since I don't know how long ago, and so far my golden age hasn't happened yet, so I'm getting tired of waiting. But living in the moment is difficult because the moment is not making me happy. Drat.
What should I do with my year? I'm going to be pretty busy, I guess, but I ought to do something, a project or an extracurricular I like that doesn't cause stress. Maybe I should do a writing project. But first I have to finish my TAC essays.
Ugh. Sometimes you're just so revulsed by yourself. But you can't get away from it; you have to live with you. And you wish you could change your reputation, but you can't get away from that either. Sigh.
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