tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34077290936233159622012-02-16T22:50:58.742-05:00And this lady's many other trifles.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.comBlogger1971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-21067776389362984692012-02-04T09:37:00.001-05:002012-02-05T12:47:08.850-05:00

Are the Sirens off shore claiming you are the father of all twelve of their fish eggs? Call now. Did you sleep with your mother after your father died and now she only wants sex from you? Call now. Do you not know who the father of each of your three kids may be, but you are 125% sure it's two men? Call now. Do you have two uteri and had your two sets of twins three months apart and you

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It is not a 'couples' holiday [cough]; when the year changes we think that we can start over, start fresh. We leave bad habits and bad people, we are hopeful for future opportunities, we are despondent for what we will never have again (remember 9/02/10). I actually just want to be home. Growing up all I knew was that when New Year's rolled around everyone disappeared. Everyone wanted to ring in

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-37238299140495705982011-12-17T15:35:00.001-05:002011-12-17T15:36:46.259-05:00

Wonder Woman Vinyl Figure

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-10992721842865648392011-12-15T18:31:00.001-05:002011-12-15T18:34:23.926-05:00

...it just sucks that it is in direct correlation with my mother being in the hospital. I felt a bit lighter after I got it all out onto some paper. Maybe a great story can come out of this? Here is a picture of Bartleby, or, Butterscotch.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-8411725640182530462011-12-14T19:26:00.000-05:002011-12-14T19:27:32.926-05:00

My mother is in the hospital. I haven't heard from her since this morning when I was leaving for work. Maybe they are keeping her for a few days. Wouldn't be the first time. I'm just so tired of all of this. Working two jobs just reinforces my desire to earn my Master's so that I can teach at the college level. Life is so hard. If I didn't know that Chancey and Eugene were there for me (and I for

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-31768539618894792232011-11-19T14:20:00.001-05:002011-11-19T14:22:03.746-05:00

I'm leaving. I'm leaving because I am not being fair to you. I keep all my emotions and personal thoughts to myself and yet here I am expecting you to share your deepest thoughts with me. Here I am wanting you to want to be with me. Not romantically, but mentally and emotionally. Here I am begging you to give us a connection that would place only your heart on the line. I am selfish. One who

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-59456524915667894752011-11-19T00:15:00.000-05:002011-11-19T14:55:38.919-05:00

Blast from the past. This is from fall 2009. Most of it definitely still applies. I think that most of my friends don't see past my outer shell. They know me and all that jazz but some assume that I am 'fine' and I don't think it would be fair of me to judge them if I don't at least arm them with the information required to formulate a correct assumption. Sometimes I do want to die. But who

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-18185182298459352302011-11-03T12:36:00.000-04:002011-11-03T12:36:33.774-04:00

So I haven't actually hung out in a group of more than 2 people (myself included) in a freaking long time. Tuesday was a freak discussion group at the campus bookstore on how to define "booty-call/friends-with-benefits," "hook-up," and "one-night-stand." Let me just say that was the most socially and anthropologically stimulating conversation that I have had in quite a while. Mind you this was a

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-26483498846258300222011-10-11T21:34:00.000-04:002011-10-11T21:34:01.076-04:00

The past 10 days have not been good for the various people I encounter out in public. I have been the worst sort of bitch, without trying, and I can't seem to turn it off or tune it down. The best thing for most people is if I stay home. I am in contact with Eugene regularly; for some reason, he never pisses me off. Allow me to clarify, he pisses me off regularly but we can always laugh about it

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-80870206455334179832011-09-27T15:56:00.000-04:002011-09-27T15:56:01.753-04:00

I sent out about 30 resumes today. They were all different depending on what I needed to tweak for the position. All the cover letters were different, too. My head hurts. -_- Only good part was that I was on the phone with Eugene for the best parts. I love that man.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-50986487471803169652011-09-27T00:26:00.000-04:002011-09-27T00:26:35.521-04:00

So the job hunt is proceeding as I would have expected: Slowly. I haven't lost hope yet, but I have not been receiving positive responses. Neutral, really. I think it is down right rude for companies to post on CL and then not even find the time to reply. One company did, so i thanked them for their time. But today I was shocked into silent contemplation. I had received an email from a company

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-41723087394152628782011-09-17T01:39:00.000-04:002011-09-17T01:39:19.672-04:00

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-74766121729942630992011-09-16T22:53:00.000-04:002011-09-16T22:53:16.307-04:00

It's fall all over me. I wake up in cold sweats and roll beneath the blankets, even underneath the mattress sheets to contain what little warmth is left in my body. I've finished my task for the day: Relax. I ate shrimp, chicken, and pasta with two glasses of red wine. I ate apple pie. I walked. I'm the streets of the city, in the bus lanes. Those are the two places I can control my speed

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-78333825451372930892011-09-16T00:28:00.001-04:002011-09-16T00:33:01.017-04:00

She didn't think that her problems were completely erased. No, her recoveries and relapses left a map, a palimpsest of scars over her psyche. She wanted to hurt in a numbing way-again. She wanted to run a blade over her thighs and watch the blood pool, tear at her open flesh and lay herself bare for infection, pour on the alcohol and watch the red run. But she didn't want anyone to see; no one

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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-34603735697650598072011-09-03T08:51:00.002-04:002011-09-03T08:51:53.398-04:00

(this is a draft from 5 June 10) This is to you, you fucking bitch...OK, not you, per se. 'You' is one person, but for this post let us put everyone who has ever been 'You' and ever will be 'You' into one tight box. You make me over-medicate. You make me want to drink beyond reason, not because I can hold a large amount of liquor, but because for some reason I can hold onto some seriously,

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-19060823504548766192011-09-03T01:28:00.002-04:002011-09-03T01:28:59.775-04:00

It was looking to be a cold afternoon in Jackson Heights, Queens, but Emilie would not have known  it since her heat had been shut off for the past week every evening was cold. Life for Emilie was most difficult during the winter months when she couldn't afford to pay her heating bill. It was easy to take hot baths by boiling water but she resorted to even more creative ways to heat the

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-56447038496826450342011-07-24T21:09:00.000-04:002011-07-24T21:09:33.240-04:00

(Forthcoming)

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In Việt Nam, if you aren't thin then you are fat. These fucking cleaning women, with whom I usually enjoy conversing, just pointed at me and called me fat. I will no longer be speaking with them. I don't know much about customs yet but they should know that I was not raised here and they both almost got punched in their fucking faces for their loose mouths. :End Rant:

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-16597224909001311112011-07-19T01:45:00.000-04:002011-07-19T01:45:47.954-04:00

There is a place south of my home that is all water. This water is gold and when the sun shines down at high noon the waves shimmer. It's almost as if they are trying to yell out but we land people can only see the screaming, blinding light. The people of the Mekong live in the water: Some on boats, some on islands, and some beneath the waves. The boats look small from the outside but inside

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-43886611944130163972011-07-15T06:16:00.000-04:002011-07-15T06:16:03.322-04:00

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0phường Bến Nghé, District 1, Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam10.778136728413063 106.7028637428985610.767674228413064 106.69324924289856 10.788599228413062 106.71247824289856tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-34538036751223195922011-05-18T11:00:00.000-04:002011-05-18T11:00:33.925-04:00

Today is officially the last day of the semester. I have three finals but I will do my best on answering all questions to the best of my ability. That being said, I am DONE. Graduating with Honors in English, a GPA above a 3.0, 3 writing awards, two scholarships, 1 conference, office administration experience, an internship in another country, and my mind. Yes, that's right folks, I have managed

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-9357184035413896212011-03-30T14:18:00.000-04:002011-03-30T14:18:20.055-04:00

Some people care too much about everything and others care very little, then there are those who care a little and too much but for very different things. I find that I am both of these people. I care about graduating (I just wish I took that break last year) but I don't want to finish these last classes, I care about going to southeast Asia but I don't want to keep working until I go, I care

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-71187608751150529942011-03-03T19:35:00.001-05:002011-03-03T19:35:27.494-05:00

Watching excess baggage while i try to edit my paper and get some reading done.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-32090125317356032302011-02-25T18:30:00.001-05:002011-02-25T18:30:05.689-05:00

I am leaning towards being partial to mood-stabilizers. Onwards, to research.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-34477459648272675162011-02-14T22:20:00.000-05:002011-02-14T22:20:49.213-05:00

You would not believe the shit that this cab company just tried to pull on me.  I got out of class at 8:30 as usual and see that it's raining. So I decide to grab the bus to hillside and then hop in a cab home to beat the weather, whatever it may be. I get there, as the dispatcher how much it is to get to my neck of the woods and he says 16. so I get the cab and tell him how I want to get home.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-61395971874770065022011-02-05T07:12:00.000-05:002011-02-05T07:12:10.700-05:00

This is my first day off after a full week of classes and 2 jobs and 2hr trips to and from campus. I am tired. But look at me now, seven o'clock in the fucking morning and I am up. this is bullshit. I am so tired. I think I am really sick because I woke up choking on some serious phlegm. I can breathe now but I am also wide awake. My classes seem as if they will be very interesting. A lot of

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-52049615977409164582011-01-20T11:14:00.000-05:002011-01-20T11:14:28.838-05:00

What do I do? I am scared for my mother's home country. My 'grandmother' country. They wait an entire year after the earthquake that damn near shattered an already broken country, trying to cause a stir and aid political unrest. Jean-Claude Duvalier (Baby Doc, not Papa Doc) popped up in Haiti about a week ago and is now facing crimes against humanity that he condoned during his Dictatorship, as

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-82953033196342165352011-01-14T16:18:00.001-05:002011-01-14T16:19:03.097-05:00

The past two and a half months seem quite similar to a disaster in my mind’s eye and it is because of the test-run of the new CUNY-wide system called CUNYfirst. Funnily enough, this new system has earned itself the moniker “CUNYworst.” Why? Because at the beginning of December 2010, with finals looming around the corner, Professors still did not have access to their class lists. Yet grades were

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-4731675742325875152011-01-05T13:44:00.000-05:002011-01-05T13:44:12.783-05:00

And I will not have you playing fanciful jokes with my future. This new year has started out pretty well, I do hope that it continues in such a manner. I spent new year's eve with Chancey and Hamburg, having a wonderful dinner on 5th. Then we proceeded to a wonderfully queer friendly bar with a bartender named Ben who was quite enamored with Hamburg, if I may say. We met up with Mels and

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-81819707337087710932010-12-29T16:20:00.000-05:002010-12-29T16:20:57.787-05:00

I have actually been writing some work lately. I feel like less of a failure now that I am pumping out some new material. I don't really know where the urge came from but I won't be one to look a gift horse in the mouth. One work that I started last week is so-so, in my honest opinion. Many people may even hate it but I accept it for what it is...I also plan on editing until it turns into

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-55400987266763890742010-12-03T15:59:00.000-05:002010-12-03T15:59:06.319-05:00

As some may know I have been having problems serious problems with my body since August of this year and I have been going back and forth to specialists since then. This was not a sudden happening, I have had joint and muscle aches for about two years now. I have adjusted. Recently, however, the pains have gotten worse and there are night when I lay awake crying because my limbs feel lifeless and

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-25474911505845113242010-11-18T16:33:00.001-05:002010-11-18T16:33:02.268-05:00

I got a (temporary) job. In my department on campus. Say hello to the newest College Assistant.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-43352609450135522812010-11-17T21:44:00.001-05:002010-11-17T21:55:29.102-05:00

The semester is 2/3 over. Just a little more to go. Here is a quick over view of each class: American Literature Survey 2: I received an A on the midterm and on the first paper. The professor broke up the second paper into two parts, three pages each, and I am expecting those to be returned tomorrow. All in all it has been and is a very productive class. I enjoy some of my classmates and I enjoy

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-53948921232614336822010-11-17T20:31:00.002-05:002010-11-17T20:40:30.907-05:00

I wear my wedding ring as a reminder of love. The love that slaps and punches and kicksIts way onto your body, love that calls forAn explanation. I wear my wedding ring to show the world a Strong hand with a pretty gold band taken By memories of a fire escape and no flames.The hands caring so softly with a hard push, Hands that watched my hand fall two stories,Told.I wear my wedding ring and run

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-83922518308718421542010-11-09T18:02:00.000-05:002010-11-09T18:03:57.585-05:00

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-4239154163174818182010-11-01T20:23:00.002-04:002010-11-01T20:29:16.110-04:00

While in my seminar class today I zoned out for maybe ten minutes and just started writing in my notebook. I wrote a short poem and I think it is a good poem. This might be the end of my writer's block. Who knows...The PassingThough I no longer have her hand I pass it on to thee. To have, to hold, to cherish above all others and accept her faults and lapses in devotion and monogamy. Live on her

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-58261003712385321112010-11-01T00:21:00.005-04:002010-11-01T00:28:37.127-04:00

Some 'secrets' that have been hiding on my desktop. There is truth in every word, no?

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-67060238657971350652010-10-27T10:18:00.001-04:002010-10-27T10:18:02.160-04:00

This is quite interesting. Windows has created a new program that allows me to post to my blogs without ever opening the site pages they are located on. I like.

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http://hmqelizabeth.qwriting.org/2010/10/24/thomas-the-tank-engine/

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I cried on Wednesday. I cried so hard the octave of my voice rose and my body was shaking. My mother made me cry. This is how it started:I woke up and started to get ready around 10AM. I was planning on getting Prof. T's reading out of the way when I heard someone entering the house. I knew my elder female sibling was still in the bedroom 'sleeping' so I wondered, 'who could it be?' Two seconds

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-86935804565336016882010-09-19T23:22:00.007-04:002010-09-19T23:29:28.277-04:00

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-57515627590650182502010-09-05T19:23:00.002-04:002010-09-05T19:25:40.610-04:00

Guess where you can find my writings on literature and the like. That's right, at, http://hmqelizabeth.qwriting.org/Gotta [not] love it.Too many blogs. I feel like I am going to post in the wrong places.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-7116498486069830972010-09-05T15:08:00.006-04:002010-09-05T15:19:50.146-04:00

Please excuse my cheesy entry title, but that is exactly how I felt when the train pulled into the Southampton station. The air was illegally fresh, the lawns were unnaturally green and manicured and there was hardly anyone in sight; because if you live in the Hamptons you simply don't vacation there. The Shinnecock Powwow was a great cultural experience. I almost forgot to take pictures. The

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-41378581602323849552010-08-27T20:35:00.002-04:002010-08-27T20:39:29.274-04:00

Classes have begun, I am stressed. Feeling guilty and I am over worked. Worst part is I ran out of liquor. How does the world expect me to cope? Have to write a paper this weekend so I am going to ignore everyone. I want to cry about so many things but every time I get the balls to call someone and talk about it they don't pick up. Surrounded by people daily but I am feeling all kinds of alone.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-69248735491287861872010-08-11T22:27:00.003-04:002010-08-11T22:49:41.325-04:00

I would quit but it gets me out of the house and helps me earn money to stay out of the house.I don't like jobs where one has to clock in, I feel like I am being watched.I suppose the upside is that there are people there who are quite entertaining.I am so[oooo] sleep deprived. There are bags under my eyes big enough for a four-day-three-night vacation.Haven't been eating as well recently.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-89711129912084842262010-08-01T13:19:00.003-04:002010-08-01T13:45:20.663-04:00

WBP=whole body pain.Chancey threw me my first surprise party ever. It was great. I almost crushed Jules. That was Thursday. Paul and Hamburg were also there. Friday, Chancey and I met up with BabyMonkey and Gordon at Prospect Park for a late evening picnic. It was really nice and calming. Glen Hansard and Marketa Irsglova were performing somewhere in the park and we could hear them just fine (

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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-8576585744109201892010-07-23T11:24:00.003-04:002010-07-23T11:37:39.746-04:00

Professor B. found us all. He emailed us the Honors reading list, and there is one book that I want to avoid with all my strength and will. Take a look, if you can guess which book it is there is a prize. Marie Borroff, ed. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Norton, ISBN#0393930254 William Shakespeare, The Tempest. Norton, ISBN# 0393978192 Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe. Norton, ISBN# 0393964523

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-85736835815953144132010-07-20T20:52:00.003-04:002010-07-20T20:54:17.194-04:00

What would you do for ten months of complete and utter peace? No family problems, no friend issues, no job issues. No issues. What would you do for peace of mind?

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According to Apple, I write like Howard Phillips Lovecraft.I like his last name.Had another death dream. There is no need to fib, it was not pleasant being stabbed in the neck.Second dream that has happened in, if it happens again I wonder if I will actually die that way.(No, I have no fixation on being stabbed in the neck.)Watching Dragon Ball from the very beginning.Gave up on the

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If there were a waterproof holein the ground which also had afair circulation of fresh air andwasn't already inhabited by NYC'sinvisible people I would go therenow and crawl up into a ball andjust erase all the bad. I would gothere now and not come back.

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Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-21665146331660840162010-06-29T13:09:00.000-04:002010-06-29T13:34:43.061-04:00

This weekend was something else, entirely. I just want to forget the majority of it. Everything went as planned except that Eugene came into the city instead of me having to go to the Rock. Eclipse was great. Lots of ''stupid funny'' one-liners. Go see it if you want, it is Lizzie approved.But all day yesterday I used up the rest of my patience and tolerance and I got really upset in the

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Gonna be all over Kings County until Tuesday. Bedford ave street fair in Billyburg, then boxes gotta get to the slope, planning on hitting the Rock beach on Monday morn, and catching an advance screening of "Eclipse" Monday night with Chance. Heading home on Tuesday morn. Maybe I will take pictures. Finished "The Chocolate War" and "Valiant" in the last few days. Wed, Thurs, Fri for the damn

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-23196008788039616282010-06-22T18:30:00.003-04:002010-06-22T18:36:23.195-04:00

I finish a book of short stories about Haitian life in Haiti and in America and what do I end up with? An answer to why my mother looked at me funny when I told her I want to be a writer. Much like in other countries with Dictators, Haitian writers were severely persecuted. Men were tarred and women were called whore, liars and raped then killed."The family need a nurse, not a prisoner."My mother

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My mom got sick on Friday. I had just arrived back home from the city (saw Chancey and Hamburg) and I get a phone call from my mom telling me that she is getting driven back to the house and then she is gonna go to the hospital. SO, I start bottling in all my frustrations. Not her fault she's sick, but I just can't catch a break. I get dressed and get ready to go but when she comes home she says

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I finished all of the books that I set out to read and now I am finished. Plan on having a summer list posted up by next week. Hung out with babymonkey last night. We had a good time catching up and just talking about life. Saw Chancey today after two weeks in seclusion. Her life is all the more action packed even with out my co-starring role and killer dialogue. :-) ... :-/ ... :-[.Summer class

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Went back to Campus Magnet High School for the first time in 7 LONG years. First reaction, "It looks so much smaller." Reasoning, "They have no authority over me, now."Spent the night at Chancey's and awoke today to do laundry, buy shoes and haggle over some A-shirts. All in all, a good day.Down side, you ask? Too much sun dries up my lungs and ever since 2PM it has required conscious effort to

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Thursday we all got drunk. 'We' being myself, Chancey, the twins, Hamburg, and Buddha Mike. Stopped off at the house for some sweet potato pie, then went out and got even more drunk whilst we carbed up on tiny pizzas. All in all, a good night. The next morn;, however, the liquor was still in my system and I wasn't making any sense until the afternoon when I was physically depleted and almost

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Last night I drank Jack straight. Note to reader: If you ever get drunk on Jack straight you have no tolerance what-so-ever. You have a virgin liver. My liver, on the other hand, is probably gray and wrinkled. But I love it so. Anyway, the next two-three weeks are gonna be scary for me because the grades are being submitted and I am afraid of what I will get in Japanese and if I will even get a P

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-57352201082402960092010-05-18T21:50:00.003-04:002010-05-18T21:51:41.564-04:00

there should be a record somewhere of the exact time and date I gave up. Could have sworn I made one at an earlier date. just in case, let this be a stand in.

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It seems as if memoir-ish non-fiction is what I should be writing about, or rather, I shouldn't have placed some of my work as poetry/prose because it was 'memoir-ish'. [The shit they never tell you.]I am scared to write down what life is (or, has been) like. Some things, man, you just want to pretend your imagination came up with them. You want to pretend you have a very sick imagination. You

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-15333225011516072682010-05-03T13:58:00.003-04:002010-05-03T14:19:46.938-04:00

I'm sitting here, trying to rewrite my paper. I can't decode half of the note Dr. T made across the sheets. I probably should have started this last week. I am worried at the length of time remaining until everything is done and over. Having 2 weeks to make sure your professors think you are smart and have taken something away from the course is hard work. I miss British literature. I am eager

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-20204357366175071402010-05-03T02:33:00.002-04:002010-05-03T02:38:53.414-04:00

I hate these migraines. They make me feel like I am gonna end up like one of the "Happy Tree Friends." That, and light is my kryptonite...Still have 2 papers to start, one to re-do and a 3 page essay in Japanese on Gifts (giving, receiving and the ones I like.) Logging off now. The light from the screen is hurting my eyes something fierce.

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It's not my job to take your shit. Or yours. I am a person. A human being with her own emotions and feelings (that can be hurt.) I am sad that you did what you did. I am sad that you do what you do. What you always do. Do not tell me you thought of me because I know I never crossed your mind. I am dead weight to you, and you. I know you are not my husband (and you are not my wife) but I feel

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It wasn't a promise. It wasn't a compromise. It wasn't a commitment. It wasn't for life. It wasn't gonna kill you. It wasn't that hard. It wasn't a bother. It wasn't my idea. It wasn't on purpose. But when you constantly (keep on) pulling out I want to scream at you. I really do. I did it, without you. I made a promise. I didn't compromise. I understand. I made a commitment. It's only for a year.

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I think I am gonna pull the emotional card tomorrow for comedy and satire. I just wanna cry all the time. In relief, sorrow and for this overwhelming feeling of inescapable impending doom. If I say my grades make me want to cry no one will understand why, they will know the reasons but fail to step into my shoes and empathize with my issues. I choose to live my academic/emotional/personal life by

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But I know I will only end up trying harder...

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The hair of the bird that bit you sounds better than it really is when in practice.Losing my footing. Yeah that was one way to look at the situation. When Leigh told me I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean, what can you say to something like that. You can't look them in the face as if it is a joke, because quite frankly a joke like this would be in very poor taste. It would leave me chiding

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Late night mobile blog:dishes have been washedbathroom has been cleanedniece is in her bedall is not quiet as it seems.These hours steal sleep.Keep Yours.

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Apparently I had my science class today. French Mike signed my name for me (again) so all is good. But I don't have lab. So I am not entirely stupid.Spring break has begun and by the end of it I hope to have finished the books on my list so that the rest of the semester is not so overbearing.Saw my son last night. He is doing well. He is also on spring break so I hope to see him at least once

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I passed my Japanese midterm.Yes, this is post worthy. I damn near fainted in class.

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What do you get when you cross two socially starved girls and a three day weekend? Two still socially starved girls who are so behind on their school work because they wanted to satiate the hunger. Chancey and myself have gone out for the past two nights and have only managed 2 hours of actual studying. I plan on completely ignoring her tomorrow a la the male and the female, so that we can

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My health is not up to par and has not been for the past two weeks. Last Tuesday I was debilitated by a jarring headache, which turned into a migraine and then morphed into nausea ALL IN ONE DAY. Magically I managed to go to all of my classes and pretend it was merely a stomach ache. The head pain went away but the nausea took about three days to subside. This past weekend I was perfectly fine.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-47606165549891461142010-03-11T16:34:00.004-05:002010-03-11T16:38:57.587-05:00

There is a recurring needto regurgitate what hashappened. what has justhappened will not staydown. slight movementsor jarring motions allalike make bile growthe tongue swell andforget it's 'R's. thissymptom is but one ofmany. it's the only onethat can be controlled....this is so not a poem.

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ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｍｉｎｄ　ｌａｎｄＩ　ｗａｓ　ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ　ｉｎ　ｍｙ　ｃｒｅａｔｉｖｅ　ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ　ｃｌａｓｓ　ａｎｄ　ｗｅ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ　ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｃｒｉｔｉｑｕｅｓ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ　ｗｅ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｇｉｖｅｎ　ｌａｓｔ ｗｅｅｋ．　Ｔｈｅ　ｆｉｒｓｔ　ｔｗｏ　ｅｆｆｏｒｔｓ　ｗｈｉｃｈ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｐｕｔ　ｆｏｒｔｈ　ｃｏｎｆｕｓｅｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｈｉｔ　ｏｕｔ　ｏｆ　ｍｅ．　Ｉ　ｍａｎａｇｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｄｉｓｃｕｓｓ　ｗｈａｔ　Ｉ　ｃａｌｌｅｄ　ｔｈｅ　’ｔｈｒｅａｄｉｎｇ’　ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈｏｕｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ　ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ　Ｉ　ｆｏｕｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｒｅｓｔ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ　ｅｎｊｏｙａｂｌｅ．Ｔｈｅ　ｔａｌｋａｔｉｖｅ　ｇｉｒｌｓ　ｉｎ　ｃｌａｓｓ　ｍａｎａｇｅｄ　ｔｏ　ｆｉｎｄ　ｆａｕｌｔ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｓｏ　ｍａｎｙ　

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I believe this is when I call my publisher and tell them I want to stop all future printing of my life.As of 7:30pm March 1, 2010 my older sibling, whom I shall refer to as "the other," has moved into this tiny ass apartment with my mother and myself. This is the catalyst to yet another misplacing of my life.In other (better?) news...I have my boots, I have my laptop and I am ahead in almost all

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Still no laptop. I am going to the mall on monday to purchase a notebook. Still have lots of work for school. considering sleeping in the library this week.

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Mobile Note: I am going to write a story about incest. I am going to make it disgusting and if I do it right the reader will think it is beautiful.

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Waiting for my boots (even though I just ordered them)March is "Friend in a band" Month. Two shows that I know of so far: one in Manhattan and one in Floral Park. Like I just told Eugene, I will trek my ass back home if no one else can come with.Going to try finishing "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" over the weekend and then I have to find my copy of "Lolita" because I read the first few

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five years from our first bud blossoming in five springsall effort taken to dedicating your visage to memorylistening, warily, to time running expeditiouslybut in your ear each second chimes and almost even singswith life turning brown falling upon the groundwhite which once was black lost amid your thighsof time we have lost track envying the worst of waveswhich can

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There is a goodness involved.Innate need to please othersand the wearing of knees on carpet or wood floors hands clasped tightlyto your earth, praisingyour Gods. Urging divineintervention, release.There is a willfulness involved.A force which is reckonedand toyed with. Playfullydelighted in the dewy hours and vanishingof the warm rays of the sun. The sun rises slowly. Then comes, peace.

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Sometimes I fall back into the warm, secure arms of Silence. She is uncomfortable, gives me indigestion and I occasionally feel forced to speak but I cannot fight this urge. She knows me too well already and lately I have been eager to feel welcomed home. Though dank and filthy it may be.

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Professor H mandated that all students in our Comedy and Satire course join a Google Group for the course. In this group we were also required to post small introductions about ourselves. Mine went a lot like this:"***Disclaimer*** The following story is loosely based on factual events.Hi hi, I am Lizzie. Do not let my 'default' face keep you from saying hello. I enjoy reading Manga and

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Classes start tomorrow and this is how far I have gotten in my "Winter Reading List":"My Beautiful Laundrette" And It's Time -by Hanif Kureishi[Done]The Lovely Bones -by Alice Sebold[Done]The Notebook -by Nicholas SparksHeart of Darkness -by Joseph ConradHero and Leander -by Christopher MarloweParadise Lost -by John MiltonPloughshares Winter 09-10The Canterbury Tales (selected tales) -by Geoffrey

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When I grab on my only thoughts are bedroom eyes, extension, sensuality and holding tight. Oscillating left and right, then a slow Turkish figure-eight while creeping in your direction. Body glitter does not come with my set, only smashing pumpkins' eyes and black patent leather three-inch heels. Finding a slow release with your eyes mesmerized on my body, loving my hips, thighs and breasts.

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Wake up, get up and make my way to the shower. Get clean, get dressed and eat somethingon my way out. Pay the light bill, the gas bill, cable, cell and autoinsurance. Smile twice an hour, be serious twice a day, think abouther every two seconds. Friends, though caring miss the integral piece that is missing. I, myself, long for touches; the cutting, bruising and lasting.Yet you seem to think that

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-18438259091433443612010-01-17T11:36:00.002-05:002010-01-17T11:38:57.477-05:00

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So, I am stepping back into the world of enabling the learning process. Latest client: J. She is the mother of the, as yet, unnamed teenager. A high school sophomore to be exact. We were supposed to meet tonight but just before I left the house I figure, let me check the Library hours for today. Good thing I did, because it closes at 6PM. So I called J to make sure she knew and it's a good thing

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Fall will never come before Spring, Winter must take its time.Moisture, stripped dry from every leafwill then come from the gray-white skies,Calm or hurried but always cool.Streams will cease to run, for onemoment in time and beforea moment becomes foreverthe stalemate in naturereaches an apex. Feverish forcontact. Moisture is given and replenishes flowers, treesand reservoirs, building upin

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-41700879274898831842010-01-09T17:52:00.003-05:002010-01-09T20:28:21.221-05:00

"Black No More" is the title of one of the required books for mine and Chancey's Comedy and Satire course. I actually cannot wait to read it and all of the other required texts. We need some humor in our lives. Everyone should start this new decade with a different mindset, an alternate path to their goals. I am dreading working the rush, but I think time will fly if I am somewhere I will not

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-34398717471701357982010-01-06T21:42:00.002-05:002010-01-06T21:45:59.604-05:00

I start back at Follett (the campus bookstore) tomorrow for a 9-5 shift. It will be weird because I can't remember last winter how the shelves looked. I don't know which department I will be in but will be immensely elated if I am on register the entire time. Classes start in 3 weeks and I have not really made headway on my winter reading. Luckily, the list is called "winter reading" and not "

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11645640810836298138noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407729093623315962.post-3508994281986659982010-01-06T02:22:00.003-05:002010-01-06T21:46:45.759-05:00

Blood choked breath,and suffocated screamsravenous for escape,clawing at a throat.Eyes bursting withtruth, bulging inwardtelling secret facts.Calmly pumping Heart,contemplating slowstrategic retreat.

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Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to Ten Different People. (but don’t say their name) 1. aishiteiru. 2. sometimes I am upset with myself over my integral role in your life. 3. I am not proud of you, but I envy you all the same. 4. I wish I could like you the way you like me. 5. I am scared that you will give in to baser urges, and take me with you. 6. I don't want you to die. But I think you would

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It's almost as if my mind is in control of itself. Every time I want to talk about something deeper it drags me off on a completely different tangent. Shame on me. I was thinking about the high rate of suicide among creative writers and thinkers in the mid to late 19Th century. They were great, but everyone says they were taken too soon. "Take" is the wrong verb. "Leave" or "go" might be more

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