Backwards steps

there's a contact lens officially stuck on the top of my eyeball
metaphor for my life for my life right now
now its on the side
hopefully will move back to the middle
or this could be potentially bad
this is a step backwards

I can only think of things that rhyme when I'm happy
right now the only thing i can think to rhyme with happy is sappy
and that's just lame.
this is a step backwards.

My sculpture is falling apart
I didn't do it right
I am now doing it right.
hopefully.
but I still suck at art.
this is a step backwards
its debatable that its a step forwards.
but I still think I suck.
this is a step backwards.

i cant go to sleep with this stuck in my eyeball
this potentially effects my day tomorrow.
two steps backwards.

Waiiittttttt a minute

what am I doing? I keep asking myself this question and I already know this answer. I know exactly what I'm doing but I need to do it. So I'm not even sure why I'm writing in this thing anyway. That leads me to another question which is, what's the point ? I mean that in many ways I suppose. Okay this is not going anywhere and I'm not going anywhere so I should go somewhere and do something because I already know what I'm doing and I don't think this is it.

Bands that I made up but will never be in

1. Girl needs tutorials
album 1: tell me how to do this
2. The Stray Cats (shit this is a real band)
album 1: we have no where to live
3. Polaroid
album 1: we might have some copyright issues
4. The Porqupettes
album 1: infant porcupines

Knife

I love my friends
I love my life
I would never take a knife
and stab someone in the back
unless they were trying to attack
me

Patterns

I'll wear as many patterns as I want
I don't care if others taunt
I'll wear my stripes with plaid
I don't care if it looks bad
I'll ignore what you say
And save the solid colors for another day

poem

I wanted to write a poem
but all i could think to do was moan
about things like being accident prone
and other subjects that make me groan
in the most unusual tone


ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

wrote this

Lets sew our pants together
only if they aren't pleather
it might be hard to ride our bikes
but we can just go on hikes
and if we can't handle it
then we will have to split
but the thread is pretty strong
I know this will last long
longer than the world will
but I don't know when that's until

Doctor What?

Here's a list of doctors I've had with strange names:
Dr. Katz
Dr. Korn
Dr. Hurtz
Dr. Budd

Lizzi Watts' doctors with strange names:
Dr. Butts
Dr. Kevorkian (just kidding, but the first one is real)

No, this is not 29 Linden

It's 27. But apparently the pizza man thought it was 29. I was sitting on my bed enjoying my after shower time and cleaning out my wounds that constantly occur because of my bike and its dull yet somehow sharp metal pedals when I heard the buzzer. I ignored it the first time, if someone was actually here for me they would call. Then I heard a knock and had to rush to get a tee shirt and shorts on. I opened the door and there he was holding the pie box.
"Pizza?"
"No."
"This is 29 linden?"
"This is 27."
"oh I am sorry."
(closes door)
Not that this event is anywhere near amazing. Obviously just a mistake on his part.
But he kind of reminded me of the man at dunkin donuts who was the worst employee I ever had to deal with.
So to the point that I'm not even ready to talk about.

oh people and interactions.

Ettiqutte and Composure

I don't have it.

I'm not joining the army

In high school, the night before the PSATS Stevenie and I went to the Weezer show. Then my college counselor told me I should go to a two year college. HAHA

But I've figured out what to do with my life.

To be continued....

I need to use my blog as a to do list.

To do:
find out what I need to do.
Blogging is probably not on the to do list.

I'm taking pride in my blog

So here's a picture of a book on British Toy soldiers:




That's all.
Well not really. I spent too much money today because I'm spoiled. Allston living isn't rough at all. This leather couch is absolutely wonderful and it's as if the deer on the wall is looking at me like we've been friends for 15 years. I can't take myself seriously anymore, its a difficult task to endure. No one should know such difficulty.

My nails are a glowing seafoam color right now and make me think of old candy like necco wafers, those are awful. The minute someone would put those in my trick or treat bag was the minute I knew my chance of decent halloween candy was gone. The only things left from there are pennies, apples and unwrapped peppermints. Of course after every trick or treat outing you should check your bag of candy for open wrappers and used needles. It's just a precaution you should take.

Here's what I think about being cautious:
it killed the cat.

Still no bike

It's officially been 3 weeks since Monday
So 3 weeks and one day.
Maybe I'll find it tomorrow? hah.
Lucedale, MS, pawn shop


I should start calling pawn shops.

A psychic called me and told me I'll find my bike

strange but true.

It was stolen by a girl, i'll find it in 3 or 4 weeks, it'll be locked up.

yep those are the facts she gave me.
this is going be a good memoir

Supermakets and Scubadiving Huskies

Last night I had a dream that was too weird to even try to put into words but I will anyway. It started off in Shaws. I was with E and Lucia and we were getting some snackage. Joe was there too, he usually sneaks into my dreams. It's all a little unclear but then E and Lucia disappeared, I clearly remember seeing them walk away. Then ran into this girl Katie from highschool and she had dyed her hair blue and looked like she had been doing coke for like 4 years. She had a husky dog and I talked to her about it and Joe was still with me at this point. Blue haired coke ridden Katie and I chatted about like I ran into Joy and then half of shaws was a beach and there were more husky dogs there and I think we were trying to find something or someone. I lost joe once I jumped in the ocean. I just remember swimming with one of the dogs and Joy and having to dive into a wave to get back to shore. The setting was so strange, the water was a greyish blue and I definitely had a scuba mask on. It all felt like this one place was the only place in the world. Then I woke up and found Joe next to me and was pretty damn confused.

Here's a picture that has absolutely nothing to do with that. I took it in Mississippi out the van window.

Cities are always under construction

That's my thought for the day. You really can't live in a city without seeing some sort of construction at least once a day.

Just a little while ago I went in the Barnes and Noble bathroom and when i saw the EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS sign I thought to myself, well everyone should wash their hands and then noticed that someone had written EVERYONE on top of EMPLOYEES and let out one laugh.

My blog posts will never be one coherent thought, that's just not how my brain works. My IQ might be -7.

Here's a picture of a fire in a shopping cart taken at a Greylock party. Actually it was Bucktoberfest, the legendary shit show. This picture was taken with an ikimono camera, it was a complete surprise that it even came out.

My mother wants to put solar panels on the roof.

That is what happens when my mother finds out about global warming. Here's a woman who's afraid of the movie The Day After Tomorrow and I think the global crisis has finally hit her, and soon she'll find out how expensive solar panels actually are. As far as my environmental concerns, I am going to Mississippi (so much fun to spell) over spring break for nature conservation. yes!

Today I talked to my whole family on the phone, but not at the same time. My sister, Linda told me my Uncle John died and my first reaction was who? because I have (or had) two Uncle Johns, one of which is my actual uncle and the other who was just a family friend. I haven't seen him in at least two years. This is how desensitized I am. My only other real reaction was "Oh so it goes." because it does go, as sad as it is, you can't say its not common. I do send my sympathy, but I can not conjure up any tears just yet.

But here's a little tribute to the man who used to drive me around the hills of Yonkers in his undercover cop car and he would put his lights on and I thought it was so cool. I'm going to miss seeing his rug of a toupee and his great aviator glasses. He truly was a badass with a great yonkers/bronx accent.

He once took me to his friend Mike's hot dog truck. I was only about 4 or 5 but seeing the inside of a hot dog truck felt forbidden and exciting. At least not something you see everyday. So here's to Uncle John Scofield, who brought me life experiences that no one else had. I'm frantically trying to pull all my memories of him back, but the hot dog truck and the undercover cop car are the only ones I can find. I'll miss him.

Be on time in 09

First off, happy new year! It's fairly obvious that new year's eve is a completely masculine holiday. We watch a giant ball drop from a pole. Can it be any more phallic?

I ate lentils today, which is traditional in my family to do on new year's day for prosperity and great stuff in the future. I don't know who started that tradition but I don't see how a bean soup can determine my future year. Another little doing or saying for the new year is the obvious so called fact that the way we bring in the new year is the way we will be spending our new year. So I suppose I'll be spending my new year making out with a blonde long haired guy. His name was Gustav and that won't happen because next month he's going to Peru and China maybe I don't know, there wasn't too much talking. But come on, it was new year's eve. That's when you cut yourself some slackline. (yes, slackline not slack because that word makes me laugh since we had one at camp and our campers kept accidentally running into it)
You can't take that saying literally anyway. But according to my new years, 2009 will be a fun year with new people and new times, hippies, rooftops, fireworks, limbo, scrabble and round twos.