6.1.2003
Heh.... We got 'em so bad. :)
5:02 AM | Lisa
Quote of Last Night
Kara: I don't think Millard has any alternative schools.
Tyffaney: Yeah it does.... Millard South
*roars of laughter and near-pant-wetting*
Other amusing events included:
Rachel rolling up her automatic window without realizing that my arm was still sticking out of it. No worries, I'm okay.
TP-ing the richest house I ever saw with wet toilet paper and chocolate syrup.
Stealing signs and putting them in people's yards.... Finding Nemo!!
Driving through Elkhorn when it's dark and SCARY! We saw an abandoned van thought to have belonged to a roadside rapist.
12:40 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
i was just wondering if you TPed and syruped this house, was there a reason? or did you just do it b/c it was the "richest house you''d ever seen?"
Posted By: ?? 6/3/2003 9:25:01 AM
Yeah I TP'd the house. I did it because I was helping a friend get back at the kid who lived there. I've seen richer houses than that. I was just exaggerating to help give a visual. Got a problem wth that?
Posted By: Lisa 6/21/2003 12:36:58 PM
My newest possession: The Kramer
8:22 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Well, looks like Jon has a new desktop.
Absolute class.
Posted By: Jon 6/1/2003 9:46:58 PM
I've been dying to ask my dad something very important, but every time I turn around he is angry at me for either something I did, or something I did to aggravate my brother. I'm really just trying to go about my own business and not get in their way. Lately it seems all I do is get up, go to work, pick up dinner when they need it (but I don't eat it), and retreat to my room. I feel like the tenant trying to stay out of the way of the family whose home I'm living in. I'm sure that even if I do find a good time to ask him, he'll never say yes. Lady Luck doesn't love me that much.
11:50 PM
6.2.2003
Look, I wrote a poem...
I am depressed.
I watch TV.
I get bored.
I play with my website.
I get lonely.
I call my boyfriend.
I annoy him with my complaints.
I sit in silence.
I feel bad for wasting his time.
I lie awake in bed.
I write poems in my head.
I think to myself:
I am depressed.
12:27 AM | Lisa
Blech. Ian just called me, and he was drunk off his ass... "11 on a scale of one to ten." I guess he was calling just to see how I was doing, since I haven't seen him for many months. I also gathered that he and his friends were having much trouble making hoagies. So sorry. "Hey Lisa, call me sometime." And that was the end of it. I suppose I should find it flattering that someone was thinking about me at 1 am.
12:56 AM | Lisa
One of the guys from Hot or Not who wanted to meet me IMed me tonight...
AustinB44: so hey whats goin on
lisabee16: hey, not much
lisabee16: playing with my website
lisabee16: getting phone calls from random drunk boys
AustinB44: aww ic
AustinB44: do you have any other pics
lisabee16: http://www.funtigo.com/lisabee
some are old, some are recent *shrugs*
lisabee16: in the process of being updated
AustinB44: right on thats cool
AustinB44: hey do you have any single friends
AustinB44: ha ha
lisabee16: um, many
AustinB44: well good
AustinB44: haha
lisabee16: do you??
AustinB44: yes
AustinB44: I need a nice girl
lisabee16: need? :-)
AustinB44: well I want a nice girl
lisabee16: I suppose you are asking me to set you up with one of my many single friends?
lisabee16: a nice one, that is
AustinB44: well I dont know
lisabee16: heh, ok
AustinB44: what about your friend malinda ha ha
lisabee16: you're a turd
AustinB44: why
AustinB44: or jacqueline, or ashley
lisabee16: did you click on my HotorNot picture with the gut instinct that i have cute friends?
What a punk.
1:18 AM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Quite the freak you were talking to there
Posted By: Jacq 6/2/2003 1:26:40 AM
quite
Posted By: Jon 6/2/2003 10:51:38 PM
indeed
Posted By: candi 6/3/2003 11:03:01 AM
My spirits are a bit lighter today. I was feeling really nasty when I woke up, but a nice long shower took care of that. I got some funky shampoo sample in the mail, along with a free Venus razor. I don't remember the last time I shaved my legs. I watched a couple of good movies: A Beautiful Mind and Chocolat. And I finally found some salsa found the thousands of chips stashed in the pantry. I've got a short shift at work today, and the friendly cute guy is working. This is the scariest part of the rollercoaster....going up. :)
2:11 PM| Lisa
SHOUT OUT
I love Garnier Fructis!!!!!!
Posted By: Jacq 6/2/2003 3:01:41 PM
6.3.2003
Must....move....out.... or do something a little less drastic.
Everyone around here speaks in such a condescending tone, and their noses are always butting into my business. I get no R-E-S-P-E-C-T, and I ain't got no satisfaction.
11:36 AM | Lisa
HERMIT
"The meditator, philosopher, sage, wise man"
You cannot and will not compromise your values, and you have a desire to complete past things before beginning the new (you value completion, perfection, and introspection highly). You are a natural way-shower, sage, and seeker. You have an appreciation of the body and the wisdom of the earth and its natural process. You have a deep love for beauty, harmony, and order.
Which major arcana of the Thoth tarot deck are you?
Makes sense.
11:48 AM | Lisa
Stuff I Want
Maroon and tan paint for my room
Picture frames
A bookcase and other various furniture
***Tickets to see Beck and Dashboard Confessional in Irvine, CA on June 27***
My dad wants me to clean my room. I cannot get rid of the moving boxes until I have some place to put my stuff. And I'd like to paint the walls before anything more gets put in here, anyway. *squints* Do you think it'll happen?
11:51 AM | Lisa
"Waiting, day to day it goes through
My lips, are sealed for her
My tongue is,
Tied to, a dream of being with you
To settle for less, is not what I prefer
Please just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do
Be with me please I beseach you
Simple things, that make you run a-way
Catch you if I can"
~ The All-American Rejects, Paper Heart
1:18 PM | Lisa
You know what's not cool? Last night, GTO's band van was stolen. It had all their equipment in it, including a brand new guitar for next week's show. It was a GMC conversion van, white with gray stripes, Nebraska license plate: NMM 782. Wanna help them find it? There's a reward. Please email them if you know anything. I like these guys, so help them get back on their feet. And be kind, rewind.
1:54 PM | Lisa
Because you have never done anything to them, and yet they have so much to say about you. But you're too much of a passivist to say or do anything. That's just who you are, and they are scum. You WILL be better then them.
Why Do These People In This Room Annoy Me?
Sounds about right.
2:16 PM | Lisa
Take a moment to think about this. We don't have to act as drastically, but it'd be nice for a change.
4:58 PM
What!? More pics? Yeah, I uploaded over 100 new photos; and there's still more to come. There's a list of everything that's been updated on the site. Enjoy.
P.S. Tell me what you think of them. I like your feedback.
11:02 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Very nice Lisa! I can''t wait for the others really I swear!
Posted By: Jacq 6/4/2003 3:25:42 AM
suh-weet. i like how the pics actually tell a story. rock on!
and of course, i am quite partial to the pic of me as a hippie jedi
Posted By: candi 6/4/2003 3:57:38 PM
6.4.2003
It's like "Let's Play All of Lisa's Favorite Songs Night" on 106.9, The City. Whee!
12:01 AM | Lisa
6.6.2003
Alrighty then! I'm at my cousin's house right now, in the middle of my babsitting extravaganza. Her parents are out of town for the rest of the week, and so I was the lucky one chosen to hang out with her. Yesterday we made just about everything possible with her Easy-Bake Oven. Afterward, smoothies and sno-cones. She had a softball game that night, and it was amusing to sit among the ritzy moms who go to things like Jazzercise and listen to them complain about the PTA "dragons." But don't get me wrong, they were really nice and fun to talk to. Afterward I took Annie back to my house and let her pick through all my old books. I think we both have the same passion for reading. Dad grilled us some hot dogs while we played around with the remote-control Hummer. It's actually pretty fun once you try it. The evening was complete with a bowl of popcorn and Monsters, Inc. I just dropped her off at swim team practice and junior golf lessons, but after that the day is free. Not quite sure what we'll do. She's spending the night at her other cousin's starting at six, so I would really love it if someone asked me out on a date for tonight. *wink*
9:30 AM | Lisa
6.7.2003
Hey kids. Bookcrossing's Meetup is Tuesday night at seven and they need at least one more person to sign up for the Omaha area. So um, visit the website, sign up, come hang out with me.
11:06 PM | Lisa
P.S. I'm feeling really low, but I don't think I'm at liberty to talk about it. Nobody's showin' me the love.
11:08 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
I love you!
Posted By: Jacq 6/9/2003 12:17:14 AM
6.8.2003
I just watched "The Ring" all the way through by myself downstairs in the dark (that is...until I turned the light on). I was scared shitless. I don't think I even watched the whole ending in the theater...I recall squinting through half shut eyes, trying to determine whether or not I could handle the fright. As you know, I've been having bad dreams almost every night. I wake up in the middle of the night, and I sleep through my alarm. There's got to be something wrong with me, and I'm sure watching one of the scariest movies of all time right before bed will really help me out with that.... NOT.
1:56 AM | Lisa
6.9.2003
Boys are idiots. Manual labor sucks. "The Pianist" most certainly does not.
1:34 AM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
I just saw "The Pianist" as well, great film.
Posted By: Jon 6/9/2003 6:50:50 PM
I'm kind of excited. I'm trying a bunch of new things this week. Tomorrow night is the meetup for Bookcrossing (that is, if they were able to get enough people to sign up). I still haven't released any books yet. And Thursday night is Common ground out at this huge, beautiful house. It's basically a group of college kids who sit around and discuss stuff. I've been working a lot, but luckily this week my hours are somewhat minimal. Having three jobs is tough. I've been eating too much junk food and I'm going to get fat. :( I've been having bad dreams every night without fail. I think I should see a doctor about it. And I made myself a to-do list. However, chauferring my little brother around has made it rather difficult to accomplish any of it. I hope to get it all done by the end of the week. Ciao for now.
6:53 PM | Lisa
6.10.2003
Last Night
I made plans to go to the movies with my friend Jon. Unfortunately I had to pick him up all the way down in Bellevue, territory I am unfamiliar with. So of course my internet directions took me to the wrong side of town, making us late for the movie. The whole evening was ruined from the start. There was a tornado watch that evening, and the weather grew so bad that I was scared shitless to drive. The rain poured down harder than I've ever seen, and I couldn't even see ten feet in front of me. Later I heard there were reports of softball-sized hail. My only thought was to get out of this as soon as possible. Since we were in the neighborhood, I stopped at my old house to seek shelter. Luckily the guys living there were more than willing to let us stay until the storm cleared. Since I had no idea how long we would be detained, I insisted that Jon and I call our parents to let them know we were okay. However, neither of our parents were worried at first because (unknown to me) it was not raining in West O or Bellevue. Jon called his mom first, and she basically ripped me a new asshole. I don't think she wanted him to go to the movies with me in the first place, and then she got angry because she thought I was keeping her son out all night. Gene (one of the guys who lived there) was being a jerk and shouted "Pass the vodka!" in the background as a joke. This, of course, made his mother think we were drinking. I had to explain to her that we hadn't been drinking and I wasn't about to start and the only reason we were there is because we would have literally died trying to drive home. Finally she hung up on me after I promised to drive him home as soon as humanly possible. *deep breath* Now it was my turn to call my dad. He was mostly mad at me for waking him up in the middle of the night. But I only thought that calling him and telling him where I was and that I was okay was the right thing to do. Keep in mind he had no idea that the weather was so bad. He also got angry when he found out that I was at that house. He knows they drink there, but I would not be stupid enough to lie to my dad, go partying, and then call him up and tell him about it. However, his anger got the best of both of us, and I was unable to tell him the whole awful story about what was going on. The rain finally cleared and I sped my way down to Bellevue to get Jon home. My dad called while I was in the car and yelled at me for not being home yet. I don't think he heard me when I tried to tell him that I couldn't be there because I had been delayed by bad weather and a passenger that needed to get home. He went on to threaten me with various groundings and insulted me and my friends, using vulgarity that I'd rather not repeat. In order to avoid enraging my father further, I sped home crying, almost getting in a car accident along the way. Luckily I made it home safe, not so sound, and sopping wet. I crawled into bed, sick to my stomach, but too worn out to go throw up. I didn't see my dad until this evening, and that was only for a few minutes. I have a feeling that he's still really pissed at me. I declined his invitation to go to my brother's band concert, because I just knew I'd end up crying again during the car ride or something. I've been on my best behavior today, getting my list of things to do done, cleaning up after myself, etc. It's really too bad that my dad doesn't read my blog anymore, because at least then he'd get a chance to sit down and hear the truth. He wasn't really paying attention to me when I tried to tell him earlier. I can only hope that Jon's parents cool off before they leave for Lincoln. Funny thing is, since the weather cleared up so quickly, had neither of us called out parents, we both could have been home before curfew and neither of us would have been in trouble.
6:01 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Poor Lisa!!! ::frown::
I luvya though!
Posted By: Jacq 6/11/2003 1:36:10 AM
Lisa I''m so sorry about your dad...Everything will work out...wanna move out with me???
Posted By: Tyffaney 6/11/2003 9:01:22 PM
6.11.2003
I spent mucho time revamping all my archives, starting with April. The more recent months aren't finished, but there's always work to be done, isn't there? I made myself dinner tonight, and for once it wasn't a microwaved hot dog with chips and dip. Nope, instead it was garden-style rotini with chunky red sauce and some yogurt. It was actually quite delicious. I'll have to remember this in the future. Tyffaney asked me if I wanted to move out and get an apartment with her some time in the future. I suppose it wouldn't be a bad idea as long as we made sure we could afford it and got our parents' permission. She and I get along very well. And maybe I'd learn a thing or two from her, since she is the one who saves her money, and I am the one who spends mine. It's been pretty good at work lately. They've been giving me really short shifts, which has been a relief on my feet. However, I hope I don't have this amount of hours every week....it's not enough. I have the rest of the week off to get stuff done. Thursday night my friends Rachel and Melissa are playing at the Starbucks in Countryside Village at 8:30pm (This is my plug - go see them!). It was only a month ago I was sitting with them in Melissa's bedroom listening to them play their guitars...they weren't even a band yet. My dad still hasn't said anything to me about the other night, and Jon's mom called to apologize to me. She admitted we didn't do anything wrong, and that everyone was just being overdramatic. Hopefully my dad feels the same way and I'll be allowed to go see my friends tomorrow night.
10:35 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
thank you Lisa for that nice compliment I guess. I love you
Posted By: Tyffaney 6/11/2003 10:54:41 PM
6.12.2003
You're a fork!
What Kitchen Utensil Are You?
I always liked forks. Yow!
8:46 AM | Lisa
You are Vanilla Coke. Very sweet and innocent. Most people like you, however they get sick of you very quickly. Eventually they will come crawling back for another taste, and you will be just as sweet as ever. You are probably very forgiving.
What type of Coke are you?
Sometimes I am too forgiving.
9:00 AM | Lisa
I am such a waste. I'm not utilizing my time well. I eat too much junk food. I see my dad about 5 minutes a day, and I only see my brother when he needs something from me. I can't even get a peaceful's night's rest anymore.
P.S. Go see "This November Epic" play at Starbucks in Countryside Village at 8:30. Then, on to Tina's for the after-party.
2:53 PM | Lisa
My Vivid Imagination
I dream so vividly that if something touches me in my dream, I swear I can feel it in real life. If I trip over a curb, my body jerks in bed. I'm positive I've even orgasmed in my sleep before.
I had such a vivid nightmare last night. It began with me drinking some funky new flavor of Gatorade. It was really cool because it was multi-colored, and the colors never mixed together; they just floated around like a lava lamp. The new flavor was "Flax Seed." I don't know what flax is, but my dream seemed to think it was some type of fruit. Then the drink turned into gatorade meets tequila (meaning that instead of a worm in the bottom of the bottle, it was a big piece of flax). It looked like a stem with a triangular petal on the end. The "flax seeds" looked like caraway seeds, but about two or three times bigger. When I took a bite of it, it tasted nasty, sort of fibery like celery, but I went into a total high of hallucinations, like I had just licked LSD or something. I've never been high before, so I don't know how my dream-self knew that I was high. (Okay, this is weird. I just looked it up, and flax is some sort of plant, similar to the one I imagined last night. The seeds yield linseed oil, and the stem is used to obtain textile fibers.)
So I walked over to the window and all of a sudden I was in a high-rise looking out over a massive city. All the buildings were very modern, like in The Jetsons. The window belonged to my dream-grandma's apartment and all my family was there except for my parents. Ricky was about 10 years old or younger, and was playing off on the other side of the room. I continued to look out the window, when I saw a huge tsunami-like wave off in the distance. I saw it crush buildings and cars as it made its way through the streets. It hopped over skyscrapers and left an empty space as it came crashing down. As the wave began to approach my building, I looked to the side and spotted a very large fountain. It was round and the water was striped white and red. Suddenly, the fountain started to erupt, bubbling and gurgling. The dome of liquid grew higher until it exploded drops of red and white all over the side of my building. Looking closer at the window, I examined the drops slipping down the glass... The white/clear ones were ordinary water, but the red ones were blood.
The sky was gone. Our atmospheric ceiling had been ripped off, and I saw only a black space full of stars. Small hovercrafts floated above the city (kinda like the Jetson cars, I guess). they shot laserbeams into the windows of the remaining buildings. Fire and smoke broke the glass and chased after those inside. I turned around; my brother was playing quietly on the floor. When I looked out the window again, all I saw was another window, as if there was a building across the alley from us. I could see a woman and her children cowering in the corner, waiting to be killed by the machines. I knew the family was going to die, so I simply closed the blinds to block my view. The woman knew I shut her out, and she yelled out something about me being heartless.
I turned toward my family, who had already begun packing for our escape. Now whenever I have a nightmare, there is usually something in the dream that frustrates me to no end. This time it was Ricky. He refused to pack his belongings. It was imperative that we got ourselves out of there, but he just wanted to sit and continue playing. I cried out of frustration. It's the absolute worst feeling. My aunt asked me about my parents, and I had no idea if they were still alive or not. I called home to see if anyone would answer. "Well someone was there. The answering machine message has been changed." We still have my dead mother's voice recorded on our answering machine. But in my dream it had changed. Instead it was a recording of Ray Romano telling a joke. Through all the commotion, I could only hear what was supposed to have been the punchline: "No no no. It was bliss before the Holocaust."
Then I woke up. I've never remembered so many details to such a vivid dream. I wonder if it means something? Every night is like this. I either have some crazy, nonsensical nightmare, or I dream about sex. The other night I was waiting in line at some sort of sex factory, and at each station they performed some different type of act on me. And all of the factory workers were women.
3:31 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
You prefer women?
Posted By: doesn't matter 6/15/2003 1:43:03 PM
Not at the moment.
- It does matter.
Posted By: Lisa 6/21/2003 12:41:01 PM
6.13.2003
"The Picture of Perfect Mental Health"
Are you Mentally Stable?
Hmm...I'm not so sure they were accurate on this one.
9:24 AM | Lisa
"This November Epic" vs. "This Epic Journal"
Watch out. It's a long, long list of digressions.
I just have this huge urge to write, to type. Listening to Jack Johnson this morning has gotten me in the mood to be all uppity and keep my hands busy. I used to always have to keep my hands busy, especially in school. Sitting on your ass in a desk for 7+ hours a day can get quite boring. Even if your mind is being educated and inspired and you come up with great ideas and innovations, your body is remaining stagnant, which is not good for your muscles or your health. Coming from a girl who never exercises, movement is important. You don't wanna end up like me, overweight and out of shape. I think the hardest part is avoiding the junk food and then actually making an attempt to exercise. When I'm working, I spend all day talking about how much work I have to get done, all these errands I have to do, etc. But when it's my day off, I just sit around and watch tv and play on the computer. And all my work piles up on me until I stress out over it. Not a good habit, I know. There are days when I'm inspired to change my ways, but it doesn't last long. I have all these wonderfully creative projects left unfinished and sitting around my room. It's no wonder my dad is mad at me. I've lived in this house since the beginning of March and I still haven't unpacked my junk. It really is junk. I think I need to give most of it away and throw away the rest. It's been almost a month since my graduation party and I still haven't mailed out my thank you cards. I finally got them written, but now I've lost the notepad with all the addresses. I think I am just really bad at taking initiative when it comes to tasks. In my personal life, that is. If I'm at work, I get the job done well and I do it quickly. It seems like every time I go into Baker's, they have me clean the women's restroom. It's my domain. I don't really mind it, though. I spend so much time cleaning for my dentist, I'm used to it. And I probably do a better job than any other slacker would. I was cleaning checkstands the other day and some idiot left an open bottle of Pine*Sol sitting on the floor. I didn't see it and accidentally kicked it over. The floor, my left shoe and the bottom of my pants were covered in the almost-viscous liquid. Then I had to use this blue absorbing powder stuff to clean up the spill. That combined with the lemon-fresh smell of the Pine*Sol made people complain that I smelled too clean. Blah, I love to type. I think this is sort of like those journaling sessions when you just sit down and write nonstop. Except I'm typing. And not so nonstop, because I fix my grammar and typos, and such. I don't fix my grammar so much as I would for say, a formal paper, but enough that I have capital letters and punctuation and avoidance of acronyms and words like "sk8ter boi." There have been times when I wanted to be a secretary just so I could type all day long. However, I don't like typing things that are already prewritten. I just like to sit down and go and type whatever comes to my head. I hate outlines and rough drafts. I do everything on the computer and fix it as I go. I avoid drafts mostly because I like things to be perfect the first time. I edit as I go, instead of wasting paper by printing it out, editing in red pen, and retyping the whole thing over again. Save some ink and a tree. In my journalism class we had to turn in three drafts for everything we wrote. I usually just turned in the same exact thing two or three times in a row because I never made any changes, and the teacher never recommended any. I did have the honor of proofreading some of the other pieces of work though. My red pen bled so much I almost cried. If I ever become an editor and come across a story written at a freshman's level of writing, I'd fire the person before they even got to my desk to ask me what I thought. Or maybe I'd just send them to a writing class and then hire them back. I'm not too heartless. Or maybe I am. The lady in my dream said I was. Actually, last night, I had a pretty normal dream. It wasn't about sex, but just basic affection. I think I was going to be leaving or something and I was just getting good-bye hugs from people or something to that effect. I noticed that Bryan was in it. I haven't seen him in forever. He's got a new girlfriend named Jill. But I don't think she takes up THAT much of his time. I know I'd like to see him at least once more before he goes off to art school in Philly. We were supposed to go see "A Mighty Wind" together, but I don't think it'll still be playing in theaters when he gets back in town. He works in the offices of Gamers and often goes out of town for work. Speaking of going out of town, there's just another week or two before I go to California! Woot! I'm dying to see Seth, however I have a feeling I won't get to see as much of him as I'd like. My dad will probably be really strict about letting him show me around town in Los Angeles. We're supposed to go to the beach in San Diego. I don't want to go to the beach. The water is like poison after it rains and it's usually cloudy in June and there's not much to do there that I couldn't do at home. And I don't want to parade around in the swimsuit I've had since eighth grade in front of hundreds of people. There's a Kool*Aid stain on the front, but you can't see it unless you look closely. And I don't want to sit around watching a swim meet for eight hours. I could handle a couple hours. But this is an invitational, meaning it will take all day. Wouldn't it be a much better vacation if my boyfriend showed me all the cool places in the city instead? Yeah well, I'm not holding my breath for anything. I think it's best if I do the same as I did on the last trip I took: go with an open mind and no expectations. Then I won't be setting myself up for disappointment. I just need to make the most of whatever I end up doing there. Mmm, Jack Johnson is wonderful. I had an opportunity to go see him in concert with Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, but I opted to babysit instead. Better to make money than spend it, eh? I was supposed to have gone with Tyffaney, but oh well. The other day she asked me if I wanted to move out with her some time in the future. We could get our own apartment and everything. It would be great. Oh wait, I already journaled about this. :) My bad. But I'm not deleting it. That's something I learned through all of the journaling I did in my Creative Writing and Prayer & Loss classes. Last night I went to see my friends Rachel and Melissa play at Starbucks. The coffeeshop was filled to the brim with people. "This November Epic" was the name they had chosen for themselves. Two girls. Two microphones. Two acoustic guitars. It's rare that I like emo music, and even more rare that I enjoy female vocals (which is ironic since I am a female vocalist myself), but they were so awesome. I can't wait to say "Yeah, I knew them before they were famous." It was not a month ago that we were all sitting up in Melissa's bedroom playing around with the songs. Melissa and Rachel had simply thrown out the idea of forming a band, but I didn't think they were serious. And here they are, having a record guy looking at them, and filling 'the house' when they play. They also had the coolest mini-flyers to advertise themselves. Nick (Rachel's boyfriend) promised to email me the picture so I could show you guys. I love it. Listening to them makes me want to go out and buy a book and learn how to play my guitar. But typical me would probably give up after awhile because well, that's just they way I am. I think if I had regualr lessons that I actually had to pay for and drive to, I would stay more committed to this sort of thing. Besides my urge to type, I also have this huge desire to read all my books that I haven't read yet. But I don't want to spend all day reading. I want to snap my fingers and have it done. I guess I wouldn't mind reading them if I had some cool environment like a big comfy chair in a bookstore to read them. But then I'd have to make sure people know that I didn't steal the books. I guess I could settle for the big comfy chairs at Caffeine Dreams. I remember reading Catcher in the Rye there. It was great, sitting there all by my lonesome, looking like the intelligent young girl that hangs out in the older people's coffeeshop. *nerd* I realize I type rather quickly. I don't type with my fingers on the proper keys either. I just look at the screen and go, sometimes looking down because like any human, I DO make mistakes. I was typing something in the library a couple months ago at school and the girl next to me freaked out because she thought I was typing too fast. Not freaked out in a bad way. She was just impressed I think. Yep. That's me. Miss Modesty. And guess what! I've been totally living up to my Good Samaritan award. Mmm I feel gushy inside. You know where I wanna go? Dean & Deluca near Rockafeller Center in NYC. That's where "Felicity" worked, ya know. It's a groovy little coffeeshop where I bought my first and last Tobelerone (sp?) bar. It was pretty good, but I no longer like chocolate candy bars. Just thinking about how much sugar is in those things makes me sick. As you chew, the chocolate coats your teeth creating a bajillion cavities that will haunt you later on in life. Fear the chocolate!! Well, I have a feeling that this entry is getting so long that no one will want to read my journal ever again. My posts have been pretty long lately, and they look even longer when the text is mushed into one column on the side of the screen. Yeah so um, thanks for bearing with me and come back soon! :)
P.S. I also love Ella Fitzgerald and Glenn Miller. Just thought you might like to know. I know Jon would.
10:27 AM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
that was very...interesting. Long but interesting. I liked it long. It was a good length. I just really like that smilie
Posted By: Jacq 6/13/2003 4:30:48 PM
even if it wasn''t a good read, (which it was) I liked being mentioned.
Posted By: Jon 6/13/2003 10:23:17 PM
Woot! I finally got that damned bookcase I've been wanting. I hung out with Tyff all day today.It was so awesome. After working for the dentist and getting another estimate on my car, I picked up Tyff and ran some errands. We ended up at Targhetto where I bought a new bookcase (cause I need a place to put my stuff), a new floor lamp (because my room is too dark), and a matching trash can and laundry hamper. Wicker rocks my world. Welp, we are about to go watch Swim*Fan, so catch y'all later.
P.S. I might meet the dudes from SOJH tomorrow night with Tyffaney's help.
P.S.S. I think I should check out Xanga because it seems to be the bomb.com with all my punk/emo friends. Don't be surprised if I start another journal just to fit in. :)
11:42 PM | Lisa
6.15.2003
My Impending Doom
I don't really feel like blogging, but I can't think of anything else to do. Last night, on impulse, I sent an email to someone telling them I had a crush on them. But I don't want to date them. I just kinda needed someone to talk to. My dad's mad at me again for not going to Church. Blah. I don't want to. I get nothing out of it, and I feel no closeness to the people there. They all look at me as the poor sap whose way-popular mother died over a year ago. I should be pitied from afar. Speaking of death, that's what my dream was about. Renae was there. I don't think I've ever written about Renae before because I don't want to be one of those kids who's obsessed with the death of a classmate and pretends they knew them better than they really did. Renae killed herself sophomore year after suffering from clinical depression. End of story. I had PE I and Honors English 10 with her. The only time I ever really talked to her was in the cafeteria before school and during class. I tried to teach her French, but she never did get it down. "Hello. My name is Renae and I do not speak French." "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Renae, et je ne parle pas de francais." I think that's right. It's been a long time. Anyway, she was in my dream, lying in bed, waiting for her impending death. Except it was like everyone knew it was coming, like cancer or something. By the end of the dream it ended up being me that was awaiting my death. And I was calm. I knew what it would be like and I wasn't scared. I just kinda went about my day waiting for it to happen. Except my day took place in a hospital with a clear-glass elevator and many corporate offices downstairs. I've contemplated my own death before, realizing how prevalent cancer is in my family. My mom was one of four girls in her family; three have gotten cancer, two have died. There's more history there but I'm not going to name everyone who died in my family. So what are my odds? Erm, I think I wouldn't be surprised if I got sick. I don't think I'd be scared so much of dying, but of causing sadness to those who loved me. Meh. I'll die someday. Just get over it.
9:26 PM | Lisa
I started a Xanga site because that seems to be what everyone else is doing. Except I decided not to reveal who I was. My target audience is all the punk kids that Tyffaney hangs out with. I'm sure none of them will ever read it. But I do like the color scheme. Meh. Just another hobby.
9-hour shift at Baker's, here I come :(
9:42 AM
SHOUT OUT
I like blogger better but the color scheme is pretty trippy
Posted By: Jacq 6/15/2003 11:18:50 AM
6.17.2003
I can feel my devotion to this journal slightly waning, but I think it is only a phase. I've been working a lot this week and going out with friends, so I haven't had much time to write. Kara took me shopping for a new swimsuit. It's the first two-piece I've had since I was six. It's so cute. However, I realized that it is more of a tanning suit than a swimsuit. As may of you do not know, I was on a swim team for five years, and whenever I enter the pool I am very active. I love to race and jump around and flip and turn, etc. I was playing catch with my brother last night and when I jumpe dup the bottoms slipped down a little revealing the top of my butt to whomever was swimming behind me. And later on I think my top fell a little bit and flashed my brother. *majorly red face* Other than that it was a fun evening. My brother stayed at the pool for teen night while i met up with Kara and Rob. She took me to meet some of her friends. It was 30 seconds of awkward silence before we all parted ways. Kara, Rob, and I headed off to Jon's house, and Jadyn and his crew went off to who knows where. It turns out later that night they Jadyn wanted me to call him to hang out. I hardly even spoke to the kid. Blah. Jon, who I only met two nights ago, was being uber-cuddly with me while we were watching Minority Report, and I just fell like a jerk for being totally stand-offish. I mean, I haven't had much affection lately, so a kiss would have definitely been welcomed. But for some reason I just sat there and blankly watched the screen. Even Seth told me he would understand. So what's my problem? I have no idea. Maybe there will be room for retribution later. As for work, I'm surviving. My dad keeps bugging me to get a different job, but I can't think of any place that would pay me more than what I'm working now. It's all about the money.... and flexible schedules. Nine days until I leave for California, woot! My dad made it clear that I wouldn't get to spend much time with my boyfriend whom I haven't seen in over six months. Just great. I was reading all of Seth's old letters and emails today because I'm just mushy like that. I've been getting along with my brother off and on, and my dad and I haven't refrained from arguing the few minutes of each day that we see each other. I like my friends, but not my acne. Peace~
1:16 PM | Lisa
"You've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya punk!?"
*Dirty Harry*
~You are the inquisitive type, always asking questions. Finding how others percieve things is a hobby of yours. Granted, your rhetoric leaves most people pissing themselves, but some folks like that!!
Which Movie Quote Are You?
Did I ever make you piss on yourself? If I did... I'm not sorry. *grin*
1:32 PM | Lisa
Dear Lisa,
Do this stuff or I will beat you up and feed you to your cat...
That is all
As I wait to go to work, I'm making myself a list of things to do, because I spend more time on the computer than I should and seeing it every time I turn on the monitor should help me. I'm mentally beating myself to death for not getting these things done sooner.
*Call Lyle Freeberg and send him the car estimates
*Send out any remaining thank you's from graduation
*Send $10 to 89.7 The River
*Send pictures to people who want them
*Put up that big-ass dry erase calendar (and use it)
*Finish painting your mirror
*Finish unpacking/cleaning your room
*Do some g-damned laundry...your room smells
*Call Uncle Jim about the Baker's discount for Grandpa
*Visit your Grandma once in a while
*Return Peg's house key
*Get prom dresses back from Kara
*Find your checks
*Clean out your car...it also smells
*Fill up the gas tank
*Finish Phresh Phish and Archives
*Return rented DVDs
*Sew a new button onto your work pants, fatso
*Quit eating junk food just because it's there
*Get your hairs cut... it's hot outside
*Get an oil change
*Pick up graduation mug from the old house (they left it in the grill on the back porch)
*Get ready for your trip to California!!!
*Don't be late for work
Oops! Gotta run...
5:43 PM | Lisa
6.18.2003
Gaylord Focker!
I hate my brother sometimes. He's such a pain in my ass. I keep threatening him with the promise of no more rides home from driver's ed or to practice, but I think we all know I can never go through with that. My dad would kill me. So every morning I roll out of bed, throw on the nearest articles of clothing and drive across town to pick up my brother. I usually get a "thank you," which is often followed by an insult five minutes later. I don't even get gas money from the boy. It's not like it's on my way to pick him up. If Baker's would let me work some daytime hours I could finally teach him a lesson.
P.S. This weather sucks. We're sweating even with the air conditioner on! Yet one more reason why I should be living in Chicago instead of Omaha.
11:41 AM | Lisa
Holy shit, that little fucktard has pushed me to the limit. He hasn't tried to hit me since we were kids. I used to beat him up every other day, but he is clearly stronger than me now. I am so sick of this shit. My brother tries to tell me what to do, asks me to do him favors, and then complains that I didn't do it properly. He steals from me, vandalizes my things, and puts me down. My dad is the only authoritative figure in this situation, but whenever I approach him, Ricky only ends up crying, which pisses my dad off even further, and I get yelled at. I'm sick to my stomach and am thinking about calling in to work. I've never called in sick before. I could use the money, and the time away from my family. Let's pray I feel better in an hour. First chance I get, I'm moving out with Tyffaney. Blah, just get me away from this life.
1:41 PM | Lisa
Why my day at work could have been better:
-- cramps
-- started my period
-- fears of an impending tornado
-- almost left an hour early by accident
Things that made my day at work pleasant:
-- a short shift
-- many friendly customers to help the time pass
-- I found out my friend Holly is getting married in a couple weeks and she said I could babysit her daughter
-- songs on the radio on the drive home...
"Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen
"Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard" - Paul Simon
-- no tornado...yet
7:11 PM | Lisa
It bothers me when people say the phrase "but yet."
Pink and purple should never be combined.
Lesbians are not intrinsically tough.
Viewing blogskins can be monotonous.
I h8 CyBeR chAt... iTs NoT mAh fAvOriTe!LOL
You stole my music.
Anime scares me.
Shaved legs entrance me.
Ignore me. I'm just silly.
Kiss me.
9:53 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
EWEWEW KILLITKILLITKILLIT!!
Posted By: Jess 6/19/2003 12:00:13 PM
...regarding the bug, that is... i''m dumb...
Posted By: Jess 6/19/2003 12:00:40 PM
Anime scares me also, no, more like it annoyes me. Last week I threated to stab myself in the eye with a butter knife if I had to view one more site about what charater I might be
Posted By: gabe 7/5/2003 8:16:32 PM
A bug just crawled across the wall. Should I make an effort to kill it or be lazy and just sit here, contemplating the odds of me swallowing said bug in my sleep tonight? It's green with really long feelers. It even has feelers on its butt. It crawls a couple centimeters, stops, pokes around, and repeats. I would not like to swallow this bug. Nor would I like to have it crawl into my ear and lay eggs. Nor would I like it to fall onto my shoulder from the ceiling while I am showering.
However, I am lazy.
10:45 PM | Lisa
6.19.2003
I do not like purple, I am not as prudent as one may think, and I would not make a good politician. The rest is pretty damn accurate.
5:29 PM | Lisa
6.20.2003
There's something that I can't quite explain...
I feel sorry for Jon the Redhead. Every time I see him, I look like crap and I'm not acting like myself. I hate the fact that he's only gotten bad impressions of me. And I can't ask him to look toward my blog to get to know me, because despite what you may read on here, I really am quite enjoyable in real life. Except for last night. I was moody from my period, and I had a really bad day and I let it get the best of me. My dad yelled at me and made me cry in front of my friend. And my brother was not only ungrateful for the fact that I had to chauffeur him somewhere every two hours, but I'm also probably going to get into trouble with work because I have to come in two hours late just so I can pick the little rat up. Today is his driver's test, and I am almost sure he will be late coming back. And then I felt awful about it because every night I talk to Seth, and last night was basically just a complaint of how my day went... but it's like that all the time now. No wonder he doesn't like talking to me anymore.
I tried to wash it all off with a shower. Tyffaney and I left the house without so much as a goodbye because I really don't feel like caring anymore. No one in this house cares about my efforts and commitments. I try to live up to my silly Good Samaritan Award, but it just gets me nowhere. We headed off to Caffeine Dreams to join a roundtable discussion about the ethics of war. I wish I had said more about Just War Theory seeing as how that was my essay that I sent in with all my college applications. They kept digressing to the war in Iraq, to which after a period of time, I stopped paying attention (the war, not the discussion). Having little knowledge on the subject, I chose to be a keen observer. The kid next to me was kinda gross. He sneezed, and then licked projectile mucous off of his hand. My necklace was complimented on about a bajillion times.
After the party, Nick, Tyff, Justin and I hung around the parking lot discussing this and that. I gave Justin my digits to add to his long list of phone numbers in his wallet. Nick, Tyff and I headed out to Lake Zorinsky to play on the swings. It's so scary at night. There are no lights anywhere... just a view of the city lights similar to what one might find on the top of Makeout Mountain or Lover's Lane. I kept talking to the imaginary killer/rapists hiding in the bushes. I used to do that when I was younger to keep down my fears of walking alone in the dark. The whole night long everyone had been comparing tans, and of course mine was the most invisible. Sitting on the swings in the dark in my black skirt and black Mary Janes, I felt like some little ghost girl from "Are You Afraid of the Dark" or "The Ring." The three of us went to Rachel's (Nick's girlfriend) for a bit, and then I went home because I live only two blocks away from her.
So in conclusion, I had a bad day but a good night. And there wasn't even a note waiting for me on my door handle saying "You're Grounded!" Thank goodness.
10:38 AM | Lisa
I think I can attribute all my bad luck to deleted chain mail.
1:41 PM | Lisa
Gah, am I that unbearable? People are neglecting to call me back, and there is nothing to do and nowhere to go. It's like people wanted to stop hanging out with me after just a day. Blah. I dunno.
I'm at Bryan's right now. You haven't heard about him for awhile have you? Yeah well I haven't seen him in forever so here I am. We're catching up on old times, and surprisingly enough we haven't kissed yet. Meh. Not counting on it to happen. He gave me a coupon for a free lap dance at the Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's Club in Los Angeles seeing as how I'll be in town next week. How thoughtful of him. I look forward to it....
I'm bored. Someone call me!!!!!!!!!
9:26 PM | Lisa
6.21.2003
Last night didn't turn out too bad. I dressed ultimately retro in a black skirt with white polka dots and a bright red shirt and black Mary Janes. I like the turnaround my wardrobe is undergoing. So Kara and Rob came over to my house to watch a movie. They're overly cuddly for being ex's. Kara picked Coyote Ugly, and halfway through I realized I'd already seen most of this movie. Oh well. They had to leave early because of curfew, and my wonderfully sweet boyfriend called me. I majorly miss him right now. But only five more days until I hit the streets of Los Angeles. Woot! I talked to him until I was on the verge of falling asleep, and then I realized that I still had a movie mess to clean up. Blech. Rick's out of town this weekend camping with his boy scout troop. Dad's been awfully nice letting me go out and have friends over. It puzzles me. And that's all that's changed between now and then.
9:54 AM | Lisa
I know something I won't tell.... *devilish grin*
11:41 AM | Lisa
My friend's girlfriend's mom is in the hosptial for I don't know why, but it sounds serious because she was moved from a hospital in Alaska to a hospital in Seattle. I guess you all know that my biggest fear would be her mom dying. After all, I know what it's like. So pray for Amanda's mom guys. Speaking of my mom, last night was so weird. When I gave Hollywood Video my membership card, they asked if I was Debbie Bloomingdale. Telemarketers do that, too. Sickeningly enough, I get a sort of morbid pleasure out of seeing the look on people's faces when I tell them my mother is dead after they ask to sell her a magazine subscription or make the popular joke "YOUR MOM!" I'm a jerk, I know. To all those feeling like shit right now: Don't. There's always someone else who has it worse.
8:37 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
aw... thank you, lisa...
Posted By: Jess 6/22/2003 11:07:08 AM
SPIRIT is your Chinese symbol!
What Chinese Symbol Are You?
Yes, Jess, I realize I am a copycat. But we post these quizzes into our blogs for others to take as well, no?
8:42 PM | Lisa
6.23.2003
Sunday in a Bulleted List and a Post Script:Work for 6.5 hours Went with Typh to chop her hair off Walgreens Slayden's house (they had chip dip made with cottage cheese....so weird) B*B*Q at Slayden's cousin's house Shakespeare on the Green Walmart Stinkman's house Walmart again Kara's house Played phone tag with Seth throughout the night
P.S. The onions made me cry. The lightning and thunder made me smile. The hot pink nail polish and men's cologne made me sexy. I should win the prize for bringing in the most coupons EVER on double coupon day.
12:34 AM | Lisa
I just don't know what to do with myself...
I wonder if I can take this anymore. I love the sound of your voice, but I can't stand hearing it when you're not here. I want you to speak to me face-to-face. I want to look into your eyes, and I want to smell you and touch you. I want to explore the world with you and laugh at your jokes. I want you to put your arm around me in the movies and play footsie with me at dinner. I want to sit in the park and watch the stars with you. I want you to say goodnight with a kiss that leaves me weak in the knees and dreaming of you until morning. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say. But isn't there a limit to this fondness? You can't be absent forever. I'm sick of listening to love songs and watching mushy movies and lying in my bed wishing you were there next to me. We call each other every night. We stay on the phone even if we have nothing to say, because it's the mere "presence" of each other that is so comforting. We suffer through lonliness and our own personal obstacles in the hopes that the next time we get to see each other will be sooner than later. It's tough....really tough. It's sad that I have to miss you so much, but I have a feeling that in the end, it will all be worth it. I know you feel that way, too. I can only hope that we are right about this.
And that is the pain of a long-distance relationship.
2:31 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
:''( I hear that...
Posted By: Jess 6/23/2003 2:37:16 PM
:::10 Bands You Have Seen Live:::
01. Reel Big Fish
02. Pomeroy
03. Grasshopper Takeover
04. Lucky Boys Confusion
05. New Found Glory
06. Mighty Mighty Bosstones
07. Good Charlotte
08. 8th Wave
09. Bad Religion
10. Hanson (woot!)
:::09 Things You're Looking Forward To:::
01. My trip to California
02. August
03. Frosh year at Creighton
04. Getting my hairs cut
05. Getting promoted
06. Getting my tongue pierced
07. New car
08. 18th birthday!!! July 29 - Shaker's and Dr. John's, here I come!
09. Losing weight and looking hot
:::08 Things You Wear Daily:::
01. Collada ring
02. Butterfly necklace
03. Chapstick
04. Mascara
05. 5-dollar watch
06. Shoes
07. Four earrings
08. Deodorant/Anti-perspirant
:::07 Things That Annoy You:::
01. My little brother
02. My nightmares
03. Customers
04. People who can’t hack it
05. Menstruation
06. Bad drivers
07. My whining
:::06 Things You Touch Every Day:::
01. My face
02. My computer
03. My car
04. Doorknobs
05. My pillow
06. My cell phone
:::05 Things You Do Every Day:::
01. Play with my website
02. Brush my teeth
03. Take a piss
04. Talk on the phone
05. Daydream
:::04 People You'd Want to Spend (More) Time With:::
01. Mom
02. Seth
03. Grandma
04. Malinda & Melanie
:::03 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:::
01. Amelie
02. Better Off Dead
03. Matilda
:::02 Of Your Favorite Songs At This Moment:::
01. "Calling You" - Blue October
02. "Remix to Ignition" - R. Kelly
(But who can pick just two? There are more listed in my AIM profile.)
:::01 Person You Could Spend the Rest of Your Life With:::
01. Seth <3
2:31 PM | Lisa
6.24.2003
Lisa's San Diego/Los Angeles Itinerary
*Adapted from what the swim coach gave us
Thursday, June 26: Depart from Omaha 7:25 am CT on Frontier Flight #771 (Meet at Eppley airport about 6 AM). We have e-tickets, so all I'll need is ID to get onboard - handy dandy driver's license. Arrive in San Diego (through Denver) 10:00 am PT, pick up rental cars. Head out to Los Angeles. Meet for lunch, then head up to Six Flags Magic Mountain (my brother says it has the 2nd best roller coaster in the country - woot!). Tickets are $20.50 each. Make check out to Greater Omaha Aquatics. Thursday evening, lodging in LA: Best Western Inn - Valencia, just across I-5 from Magic Mountain, in Valencia. Phone: 1-666-255-0555. I'll be sharing a room with my dad and brother as usual. NO SNORING ALLOWED!!
Friday, June 27: There's only so much we can do in one day, so here's the plan for now, subject to change: Get up around 8 am PT, check out of hotel and drive down to Hollywood (walking tour of Hollywood Blvd.), then drive through Beverly Hills (some shopping?), and onto Santa Monica Pier (Pacific Park). Then in the early evening, head down to Long Beach (dinner at Buono's) on the way back to San Diego. They're hoping to get back to San Diego before 10 pm PT. I think we all know that I'm hoping for a special someone to join me in all these adventures. Fri-Sat-Sun evening lodging in San Diego: Hampton Inn - Sea World, 3888 Greenwood St. Phone: 1-619-299-6633.
Saturday-Sunday, June 28-29: The swim meet is at the Jewish Community Center Pool in La Jolla (4126 Executive Drive - they gave us maps). The sessions are in the morning, leaving our afternoons free. (Yeah right, like I wanna be there at all. You-know-who, come save me!) Warm-ups are at 7:30 am PT, with the meet starting at 9:00 am PT. We'll be taking advantage of Hampton Inn's "fine complimentary breakfast," and take off for the meet around 7:15 or so. We'll be given the specifics later in the week. After the meet, the only plan right now is to hit the beaches in the afternoon. I'd love to spend all this time with my family, but couldn't my boyfriend come along, too?? Besides, two full afternoons of beach sounds like a little much for my fine, pale self. We don't want Lisa coming home extra crispy, now do we? Apparently we're going to find out where the good places to eat are when we get there. Luckily I have my own personal local who knows all. :) The coach does know of one place that has the biggest and tastiest burgers (yuck!) he's ever eaten - a place called Hodad's. Woot for that funky name! He wants to make sure we go there at least once.
Monday, June 30: Sleep in, get our rental cars back in time to avoid the 5th day charge (hopefully by noon). Depart for Omaha at 2:50 pm PT (Frontier Flight #106 through Denver). I heard it would be a six-hour layover. Woot for exploring Denver!
This is would be a most wonderful trip if everything went my way. *crosses fingers*
9:41 PM | Lisa
I just realized what a bitch it is going to be to make an archive for June. Sooo much worthless crap... Blech.
I was the first one at work today - 6 am. The doors to the store weren't even unlocked yet. I stole some coffee from the cafe, made doodles for the coupon people, and basically enjoyed my morning. I had the privilege of watching the parking lot being repaved, and seeing Jenni's hunky crush from the GNC store. Everyone thinks he looks like Patrick Swayze from "Dirty Dancing," but I think his muscles are too big and his hair is not long enough and his pants definitely aren't tight enough!
I need to do laundry tomorrow and pack. I have kick-ass luggage that my parents gave me for Easter before I left for New York last year. So sweet. I'm used to traveling with a pack of girls and not caring about what I look like, but this time I have to make sure I pack the right clothes and all the right makeup and ugh, such a pain in the ass to try and look good for people. I'm hoping I'll get to see my main squeeze <3 but based on the attitude my father has put out, I'm not holding my breath. Well... maybe just a little. I posted my itinerary for anyone who would like to know what's going on while I'm gone. And if you need to reach me, there's always my cell: (402) 658-4981. I dunno if you need the area code, but whatever. In case I don't have anything else to say, I will see you all next week! Peace and love!!
9:55 PM | Lisa
I lied... I did have more to say. Pics are updated. I got bored and revamped the homepage. Some of the albums are still under construction, but they'll get finished, promise. My desktop and imood have also been changed. Oh, and Ani's poem rocks my socks. It's best if you hear her perform it.
Also recommended: "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee" - Indigo Girls. I went there, ya know. *wink*
10:02 PM | Lisa
Heh.... We got 'em so bad. :)
5:02 AM | Lisa
Quote of Last Night
Kara: I don't think Millard has any alternative schools.
Tyffaney: Yeah it does.... Millard South
*roars of laughter and near-pant-wetting*
Other amusing events included:
Rachel rolling up her automatic window without realizing that my arm was still sticking out of it. No worries, I'm okay.
TP-ing the richest house I ever saw with wet toilet paper and chocolate syrup.
Stealing signs and putting them in people's yards.... Finding Nemo!!
Driving through Elkhorn when it's dark and SCARY! We saw an abandoned van thought to have belonged to a roadside rapist.
12:40 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
i was just wondering if you TPed and syruped this house, was there a reason? or did you just do it b/c it was the "richest house you''d ever seen?"
Posted By: ?? 6/3/2003 9:25:01 AM
Yeah I TP'd the house. I did it because I was helping a friend get back at the kid who lived there. I've seen richer houses than that. I was just exaggerating to help give a visual. Got a problem wth that?
Posted By: Lisa 6/21/2003 12:36:58 PM
My newest possession: The Kramer
8:22 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Well, looks like Jon has a new desktop.
Absolute class.
Posted By: Jon 6/1/2003 9:46:58 PM
I've been dying to ask my dad something very important, but every time I turn around he is angry at me for either something I did, or something I did to aggravate my brother. I'm really just trying to go about my own business and not get in their way. Lately it seems all I do is get up, go to work, pick up dinner when they need it (but I don't eat it), and retreat to my room. I feel like the tenant trying to stay out of the way of the family whose home I'm living in. I'm sure that even if I do find a good time to ask him, he'll never say yes. Lady Luck doesn't love me that much.
11:50 PM
6.2.2003
Look, I wrote a poem...
I am depressed.
I watch TV.
I get bored.
I play with my website.
I get lonely.
I call my boyfriend.
I annoy him with my complaints.
I sit in silence.
I feel bad for wasting his time.
I lie awake in bed.
I write poems in my head.
I think to myself:
I am depressed.
12:27 AM | Lisa
Blech. Ian just called me, and he was drunk off his ass... "11 on a scale of one to ten." I guess he was calling just to see how I was doing, since I haven't seen him for many months. I also gathered that he and his friends were having much trouble making hoagies. So sorry. "Hey Lisa, call me sometime." And that was the end of it. I suppose I should find it flattering that someone was thinking about me at 1 am.
12:56 AM | Lisa
One of the guys from Hot or Not who wanted to meet me IMed me tonight...
AustinB44: so hey whats goin on
lisabee16: hey, not much
lisabee16: playing with my website
lisabee16: getting phone calls from random drunk boys
AustinB44: aww ic
AustinB44: do you have any other pics
lisabee16: http://www.funtigo.com/lisabee
some are old, some are recent *shrugs*
lisabee16: in the process of being updated
AustinB44: right on thats cool
AustinB44: hey do you have any single friends
AustinB44: ha ha
lisabee16: um, many
AustinB44: well good
AustinB44: haha
lisabee16: do you??
AustinB44: yes
AustinB44: I need a nice girl
lisabee16: need? :-)
AustinB44: well I want a nice girl
lisabee16: I suppose you are asking me to set you up with one of my many single friends?
lisabee16: a nice one, that is
AustinB44: well I dont know
lisabee16: heh, ok
AustinB44: what about your friend malinda ha ha
lisabee16: you're a turd
AustinB44: why
AustinB44: or jacqueline, or ashley
lisabee16: did you click on my HotorNot picture with the gut instinct that i have cute friends?
What a punk.
1:18 AM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Quite the freak you were talking to there
Posted By: Jacq 6/2/2003 1:26:40 AM
quite
Posted By: Jon 6/2/2003 10:51:38 PM
indeed
Posted By: candi 6/3/2003 11:03:01 AM
My spirits are a bit lighter today. I was feeling really nasty when I woke up, but a nice long shower took care of that. I got some funky shampoo sample in the mail, along with a free Venus razor. I don't remember the last time I shaved my legs. I watched a couple of good movies: A Beautiful Mind and Chocolat. And I finally found some salsa found the thousands of chips stashed in the pantry. I've got a short shift at work today, and the friendly cute guy is working. This is the scariest part of the rollercoaster....going up. :)
2:11 PM| Lisa
SHOUT OUT
I love Garnier Fructis!!!!!!
Posted By: Jacq 6/2/2003 3:01:41 PM
6.3.2003
Must....move....out.... or do something a little less drastic.
Everyone around here speaks in such a condescending tone, and their noses are always butting into my business. I get no R-E-S-P-E-C-T, and I ain't got no satisfaction.
11:36 AM | Lisa
HERMIT
"The meditator, philosopher, sage, wise man"
You cannot and will not compromise your values, and you have a desire to complete past things before beginning the new (you value completion, perfection, and introspection highly). You are a natural way-shower, sage, and seeker. You have an appreciation of the body and the wisdom of the earth and its natural process. You have a deep love for beauty, harmony, and order.
Which major arcana of the Thoth tarot deck are you?
Makes sense.
11:48 AM | Lisa
Stuff I Want
Maroon and tan paint for my room
Picture frames
A bookcase and other various furniture
***Tickets to see Beck and Dashboard Confessional in Irvine, CA on June 27***
My dad wants me to clean my room. I cannot get rid of the moving boxes until I have some place to put my stuff. And I'd like to paint the walls before anything more gets put in here, anyway. *squints* Do you think it'll happen?
11:51 AM | Lisa
"Waiting, day to day it goes through
My lips, are sealed for her
My tongue is,
Tied to, a dream of being with you
To settle for less, is not what I prefer
Please just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
This wait for destiny won't do
Be with me please I beseach you
Simple things, that make you run a-way
Catch you if I can"
~ The All-American Rejects, Paper Heart
1:18 PM | Lisa
You know what's not cool? Last night, GTO's band van was stolen. It had all their equipment in it, including a brand new guitar for next week's show. It was a GMC conversion van, white with gray stripes, Nebraska license plate: NMM 782. Wanna help them find it? There's a reward. Please email them if you know anything. I like these guys, so help them get back on their feet. And be kind, rewind.
1:54 PM | Lisa
Because you have never done anything to them, and yet they have so much to say about you. But you're too much of a passivist to say or do anything. That's just who you are, and they are scum. You WILL be better then them.
Why Do These People In This Room Annoy Me?
Sounds about right.
2:16 PM | Lisa
Take a moment to think about this. We don't have to act as drastically, but it'd be nice for a change.
4:58 PM
What!? More pics? Yeah, I uploaded over 100 new photos; and there's still more to come. There's a list of everything that's been updated on the site. Enjoy.
P.S. Tell me what you think of them. I like your feedback.
11:02 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Very nice Lisa! I can''t wait for the others really I swear!
Posted By: Jacq 6/4/2003 3:25:42 AM
suh-weet. i like how the pics actually tell a story. rock on!
and of course, i am quite partial to the pic of me as a hippie jedi
Posted By: candi 6/4/2003 3:57:38 PM
6.4.2003
It's like "Let's Play All of Lisa's Favorite Songs Night" on 106.9, The City. Whee!
12:01 AM | Lisa
6.6.2003
Alrighty then! I'm at my cousin's house right now, in the middle of my babsitting extravaganza. Her parents are out of town for the rest of the week, and so I was the lucky one chosen to hang out with her. Yesterday we made just about everything possible with her Easy-Bake Oven. Afterward, smoothies and sno-cones. She had a softball game that night, and it was amusing to sit among the ritzy moms who go to things like Jazzercise and listen to them complain about the PTA "dragons." But don't get me wrong, they were really nice and fun to talk to. Afterward I took Annie back to my house and let her pick through all my old books. I think we both have the same passion for reading. Dad grilled us some hot dogs while we played around with the remote-control Hummer. It's actually pretty fun once you try it. The evening was complete with a bowl of popcorn and Monsters, Inc. I just dropped her off at swim team practice and junior golf lessons, but after that the day is free. Not quite sure what we'll do. She's spending the night at her other cousin's starting at six, so I would really love it if someone asked me out on a date for tonight. *wink*
9:30 AM | Lisa
6.7.2003
Hey kids. Bookcrossing's Meetup is Tuesday night at seven and they need at least one more person to sign up for the Omaha area. So um, visit the website, sign up, come hang out with me.
11:06 PM | Lisa
P.S. I'm feeling really low, but I don't think I'm at liberty to talk about it. Nobody's showin' me the love.
11:08 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
I love you!
Posted By: Jacq 6/9/2003 12:17:14 AM
6.8.2003
I just watched "The Ring" all the way through by myself downstairs in the dark (that is...until I turned the light on). I was scared shitless. I don't think I even watched the whole ending in the theater...I recall squinting through half shut eyes, trying to determine whether or not I could handle the fright. As you know, I've been having bad dreams almost every night. I wake up in the middle of the night, and I sleep through my alarm. There's got to be something wrong with me, and I'm sure watching one of the scariest movies of all time right before bed will really help me out with that.... NOT.
1:56 AM | Lisa
6.9.2003
Boys are idiots. Manual labor sucks. "The Pianist" most certainly does not.
1:34 AM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
I just saw "The Pianist" as well, great film.
Posted By: Jon 6/9/2003 6:50:50 PM
I'm kind of excited. I'm trying a bunch of new things this week. Tomorrow night is the meetup for Bookcrossing (that is, if they were able to get enough people to sign up). I still haven't released any books yet. And Thursday night is Common ground out at this huge, beautiful house. It's basically a group of college kids who sit around and discuss stuff. I've been working a lot, but luckily this week my hours are somewhat minimal. Having three jobs is tough. I've been eating too much junk food and I'm going to get fat. :( I've been having bad dreams every night without fail. I think I should see a doctor about it. And I made myself a to-do list. However, chauferring my little brother around has made it rather difficult to accomplish any of it. I hope to get it all done by the end of the week. Ciao for now.
6:53 PM | Lisa
6.10.2003
Last Night
I made plans to go to the movies with my friend Jon. Unfortunately I had to pick him up all the way down in Bellevue, territory I am unfamiliar with. So of course my internet directions took me to the wrong side of town, making us late for the movie. The whole evening was ruined from the start. There was a tornado watch that evening, and the weather grew so bad that I was scared shitless to drive. The rain poured down harder than I've ever seen, and I couldn't even see ten feet in front of me. Later I heard there were reports of softball-sized hail. My only thought was to get out of this as soon as possible. Since we were in the neighborhood, I stopped at my old house to seek shelter. Luckily the guys living there were more than willing to let us stay until the storm cleared. Since I had no idea how long we would be detained, I insisted that Jon and I call our parents to let them know we were okay. However, neither of our parents were worried at first because (unknown to me) it was not raining in West O or Bellevue. Jon called his mom first, and she basically ripped me a new asshole. I don't think she wanted him to go to the movies with me in the first place, and then she got angry because she thought I was keeping her son out all night. Gene (one of the guys who lived there) was being a jerk and shouted "Pass the vodka!" in the background as a joke. This, of course, made his mother think we were drinking. I had to explain to her that we hadn't been drinking and I wasn't about to start and the only reason we were there is because we would have literally died trying to drive home. Finally she hung up on me after I promised to drive him home as soon as humanly possible. *deep breath* Now it was my turn to call my dad. He was mostly mad at me for waking him up in the middle of the night. But I only thought that calling him and telling him where I was and that I was okay was the right thing to do. Keep in mind he had no idea that the weather was so bad. He also got angry when he found out that I was at that house. He knows they drink there, but I would not be stupid enough to lie to my dad, go partying, and then call him up and tell him about it. However, his anger got the best of both of us, and I was unable to tell him the whole awful story about what was going on. The rain finally cleared and I sped my way down to Bellevue to get Jon home. My dad called while I was in the car and yelled at me for not being home yet. I don't think he heard me when I tried to tell him that I couldn't be there because I had been delayed by bad weather and a passenger that needed to get home. He went on to threaten me with various groundings and insulted me and my friends, using vulgarity that I'd rather not repeat. In order to avoid enraging my father further, I sped home crying, almost getting in a car accident along the way. Luckily I made it home safe, not so sound, and sopping wet. I crawled into bed, sick to my stomach, but too worn out to go throw up. I didn't see my dad until this evening, and that was only for a few minutes. I have a feeling that he's still really pissed at me. I declined his invitation to go to my brother's band concert, because I just knew I'd end up crying again during the car ride or something. I've been on my best behavior today, getting my list of things to do done, cleaning up after myself, etc. It's really too bad that my dad doesn't read my blog anymore, because at least then he'd get a chance to sit down and hear the truth. He wasn't really paying attention to me when I tried to tell him earlier. I can only hope that Jon's parents cool off before they leave for Lincoln. Funny thing is, since the weather cleared up so quickly, had neither of us called out parents, we both could have been home before curfew and neither of us would have been in trouble.
6:01 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
Poor Lisa!!! ::frown::
I luvya though!
Posted By: Jacq 6/11/2003 1:36:10 AM
Lisa I''m so sorry about your dad...Everything will work out...wanna move out with me???
Posted By: Tyffaney 6/11/2003 9:01:22 PM
6.11.2003
I spent mucho time revamping all my archives, starting with April. The more recent months aren't finished, but there's always work to be done, isn't there? I made myself dinner tonight, and for once it wasn't a microwaved hot dog with chips and dip. Nope, instead it was garden-style rotini with chunky red sauce and some yogurt. It was actually quite delicious. I'll have to remember this in the future. Tyffaney asked me if I wanted to move out and get an apartment with her some time in the future. I suppose it wouldn't be a bad idea as long as we made sure we could afford it and got our parents' permission. She and I get along very well. And maybe I'd learn a thing or two from her, since she is the one who saves her money, and I am the one who spends mine. It's been pretty good at work lately. They've been giving me really short shifts, which has been a relief on my feet. However, I hope I don't have this amount of hours every week....it's not enough. I have the rest of the week off to get stuff done. Thursday night my friends Rachel and Melissa are playing at the Starbucks in Countryside Village at 8:30pm (This is my plug - go see them!). It was only a month ago I was sitting with them in Melissa's bedroom listening to them play their guitars...they weren't even a band yet. My dad still hasn't said anything to me about the other night, and Jon's mom called to apologize to me. She admitted we didn't do anything wrong, and that everyone was just being overdramatic. Hopefully my dad feels the same way and I'll be allowed to go see my friends tomorrow night.
10:35 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
thank you Lisa for that nice compliment I guess. I love you
Posted By: Tyffaney 6/11/2003 10:54:41 PM
6.12.2003
You're a fork!
What Kitchen Utensil Are You?
I always liked forks. Yow!
8:46 AM | Lisa
You are Vanilla Coke. Very sweet and innocent. Most people like you, however they get sick of you very quickly. Eventually they will come crawling back for another taste, and you will be just as sweet as ever. You are probably very forgiving.
What type of Coke are you?
Sometimes I am too forgiving.
9:00 AM | Lisa
I am such a waste. I'm not utilizing my time well. I eat too much junk food. I see my dad about 5 minutes a day, and I only see my brother when he needs something from me. I can't even get a peaceful's night's rest anymore.
P.S. Go see "This November Epic" play at Starbucks in Countryside Village at 8:30. Then, on to Tina's for the after-party.
2:53 PM | Lisa
My Vivid Imagination
I dream so vividly that if something touches me in my dream, I swear I can feel it in real life. If I trip over a curb, my body jerks in bed. I'm positive I've even orgasmed in my sleep before.
I had such a vivid nightmare last night. It began with me drinking some funky new flavor of Gatorade. It was really cool because it was multi-colored, and the colors never mixed together; they just floated around like a lava lamp. The new flavor was "Flax Seed." I don't know what flax is, but my dream seemed to think it was some type of fruit. Then the drink turned into gatorade meets tequila (meaning that instead of a worm in the bottom of the bottle, it was a big piece of flax). It looked like a stem with a triangular petal on the end. The "flax seeds" looked like caraway seeds, but about two or three times bigger. When I took a bite of it, it tasted nasty, sort of fibery like celery, but I went into a total high of hallucinations, like I had just licked LSD or something. I've never been high before, so I don't know how my dream-self knew that I was high. (Okay, this is weird. I just looked it up, and flax is some sort of plant, similar to the one I imagined last night. The seeds yield linseed oil, and the stem is used to obtain textile fibers.)
So I walked over to the window and all of a sudden I was in a high-rise looking out over a massive city. All the buildings were very modern, like in The Jetsons. The window belonged to my dream-grandma's apartment and all my family was there except for my parents. Ricky was about 10 years old or younger, and was playing off on the other side of the room. I continued to look out the window, when I saw a huge tsunami-like wave off in the distance. I saw it crush buildings and cars as it made its way through the streets. It hopped over skyscrapers and left an empty space as it came crashing down. As the wave began to approach my building, I looked to the side and spotted a very large fountain. It was round and the water was striped white and red. Suddenly, the fountain started to erupt, bubbling and gurgling. The dome of liquid grew higher until it exploded drops of red and white all over the side of my building. Looking closer at the window, I examined the drops slipping down the glass... The white/clear ones were ordinary water, but the red ones were blood.
The sky was gone. Our atmospheric ceiling had been ripped off, and I saw only a black space full of stars. Small hovercrafts floated above the city (kinda like the Jetson cars, I guess). they shot laserbeams into the windows of the remaining buildings. Fire and smoke broke the glass and chased after those inside. I turned around; my brother was playing quietly on the floor. When I looked out the window again, all I saw was another window, as if there was a building across the alley from us. I could see a woman and her children cowering in the corner, waiting to be killed by the machines. I knew the family was going to die, so I simply closed the blinds to block my view. The woman knew I shut her out, and she yelled out something about me being heartless.
I turned toward my family, who had already begun packing for our escape. Now whenever I have a nightmare, there is usually something in the dream that frustrates me to no end. This time it was Ricky. He refused to pack his belongings. It was imperative that we got ourselves out of there, but he just wanted to sit and continue playing. I cried out of frustration. It's the absolute worst feeling. My aunt asked me about my parents, and I had no idea if they were still alive or not. I called home to see if anyone would answer. "Well someone was there. The answering machine message has been changed." We still have my dead mother's voice recorded on our answering machine. But in my dream it had changed. Instead it was a recording of Ray Romano telling a joke. Through all the commotion, I could only hear what was supposed to have been the punchline: "No no no. It was bliss before the Holocaust."
Then I woke up. I've never remembered so many details to such a vivid dream. I wonder if it means something? Every night is like this. I either have some crazy, nonsensical nightmare, or I dream about sex. The other night I was waiting in line at some sort of sex factory, and at each station they performed some different type of act on me. And all of the factory workers were women.
3:31 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
You prefer women?
Posted By: doesn't matter 6/15/2003 1:43:03 PM
Not at the moment.
- It does matter.
Posted By: Lisa 6/21/2003 12:41:01 PM
6.13.2003
"The Picture of Perfect Mental Health"
Are you Mentally Stable?
Hmm...I'm not so sure they were accurate on this one.
9:24 AM | Lisa
"This November Epic" vs. "This Epic Journal"
Watch out. It's a long, long list of digressions.
I just have this huge urge to write, to type. Listening to Jack Johnson this morning has gotten me in the mood to be all uppity and keep my hands busy. I used to always have to keep my hands busy, especially in school. Sitting on your ass in a desk for 7+ hours a day can get quite boring. Even if your mind is being educated and inspired and you come up with great ideas and innovations, your body is remaining stagnant, which is not good for your muscles or your health. Coming from a girl who never exercises, movement is important. You don't wanna end up like me, overweight and out of shape. I think the hardest part is avoiding the junk food and then actually making an attempt to exercise. When I'm working, I spend all day talking about how much work I have to get done, all these errands I have to do, etc. But when it's my day off, I just sit around and watch tv and play on the computer. And all my work piles up on me until I stress out over it. Not a good habit, I know. There are days when I'm inspired to change my ways, but it doesn't last long. I have all these wonderfully creative projects left unfinished and sitting around my room. It's no wonder my dad is mad at me. I've lived in this house since the beginning of March and I still haven't unpacked my junk. It really is junk. I think I need to give most of it away and throw away the rest. It's been almost a month since my graduation party and I still haven't mailed out my thank you cards. I finally got them written, but now I've lost the notepad with all the addresses. I think I am just really bad at taking initiative when it comes to tasks. In my personal life, that is. If I'm at work, I get the job done well and I do it quickly. It seems like every time I go into Baker's, they have me clean the women's restroom. It's my domain. I don't really mind it, though. I spend so much time cleaning for my dentist, I'm used to it. And I probably do a better job than any other slacker would. I was cleaning checkstands the other day and some idiot left an open bottle of Pine*Sol sitting on the floor. I didn't see it and accidentally kicked it over. The floor, my left shoe and the bottom of my pants were covered in the almost-viscous liquid. Then I had to use this blue absorbing powder stuff to clean up the spill. That combined with the lemon-fresh smell of the Pine*Sol made people complain that I smelled too clean. Blah, I love to type. I think this is sort of like those journaling sessions when you just sit down and write nonstop. Except I'm typing. And not so nonstop, because I fix my grammar and typos, and such. I don't fix my grammar so much as I would for say, a formal paper, but enough that I have capital letters and punctuation and avoidance of acronyms and words like "sk8ter boi." There have been times when I wanted to be a secretary just so I could type all day long. However, I don't like typing things that are already prewritten. I just like to sit down and go and type whatever comes to my head. I hate outlines and rough drafts. I do everything on the computer and fix it as I go. I avoid drafts mostly because I like things to be perfect the first time. I edit as I go, instead of wasting paper by printing it out, editing in red pen, and retyping the whole thing over again. Save some ink and a tree. In my journalism class we had to turn in three drafts for everything we wrote. I usually just turned in the same exact thing two or three times in a row because I never made any changes, and the teacher never recommended any. I did have the honor of proofreading some of the other pieces of work though. My red pen bled so much I almost cried. If I ever become an editor and come across a story written at a freshman's level of writing, I'd fire the person before they even got to my desk to ask me what I thought. Or maybe I'd just send them to a writing class and then hire them back. I'm not too heartless. Or maybe I am. The lady in my dream said I was. Actually, last night, I had a pretty normal dream. It wasn't about sex, but just basic affection. I think I was going to be leaving or something and I was just getting good-bye hugs from people or something to that effect. I noticed that Bryan was in it. I haven't seen him in forever. He's got a new girlfriend named Jill. But I don't think she takes up THAT much of his time. I know I'd like to see him at least once more before he goes off to art school in Philly. We were supposed to go see "A Mighty Wind" together, but I don't think it'll still be playing in theaters when he gets back in town. He works in the offices of Gamers and often goes out of town for work. Speaking of going out of town, there's just another week or two before I go to California! Woot! I'm dying to see Seth, however I have a feeling I won't get to see as much of him as I'd like. My dad will probably be really strict about letting him show me around town in Los Angeles. We're supposed to go to the beach in San Diego. I don't want to go to the beach. The water is like poison after it rains and it's usually cloudy in June and there's not much to do there that I couldn't do at home. And I don't want to parade around in the swimsuit I've had since eighth grade in front of hundreds of people. There's a Kool*Aid stain on the front, but you can't see it unless you look closely. And I don't want to sit around watching a swim meet for eight hours. I could handle a couple hours. But this is an invitational, meaning it will take all day. Wouldn't it be a much better vacation if my boyfriend showed me all the cool places in the city instead? Yeah well, I'm not holding my breath for anything. I think it's best if I do the same as I did on the last trip I took: go with an open mind and no expectations. Then I won't be setting myself up for disappointment. I just need to make the most of whatever I end up doing there. Mmm, Jack Johnson is wonderful. I had an opportunity to go see him in concert with Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, but I opted to babysit instead. Better to make money than spend it, eh? I was supposed to have gone with Tyffaney, but oh well. The other day she asked me if I wanted to move out with her some time in the future. We could get our own apartment and everything. It would be great. Oh wait, I already journaled about this. :) My bad. But I'm not deleting it. That's something I learned through all of the journaling I did in my Creative Writing and Prayer & Loss classes. Last night I went to see my friends Rachel and Melissa play at Starbucks. The coffeeshop was filled to the brim with people. "This November Epic" was the name they had chosen for themselves. Two girls. Two microphones. Two acoustic guitars. It's rare that I like emo music, and even more rare that I enjoy female vocals (which is ironic since I am a female vocalist myself), but they were so awesome. I can't wait to say "Yeah, I knew them before they were famous." It was not a month ago that we were all sitting up in Melissa's bedroom playing around with the songs. Melissa and Rachel had simply thrown out the idea of forming a band, but I didn't think they were serious. And here they are, having a record guy looking at them, and filling 'the house' when they play. They also had the coolest mini-flyers to advertise themselves. Nick (Rachel's boyfriend) promised to email me the picture so I could show you guys. I love it. Listening to them makes me want to go out and buy a book and learn how to play my guitar. But typical me would probably give up after awhile because well, that's just they way I am. I think if I had regualr lessons that I actually had to pay for and drive to, I would stay more committed to this sort of thing. Besides my urge to type, I also have this huge desire to read all my books that I haven't read yet. But I don't want to spend all day reading. I want to snap my fingers and have it done. I guess I wouldn't mind reading them if I had some cool environment like a big comfy chair in a bookstore to read them. But then I'd have to make sure people know that I didn't steal the books. I guess I could settle for the big comfy chairs at Caffeine Dreams. I remember reading Catcher in the Rye there. It was great, sitting there all by my lonesome, looking like the intelligent young girl that hangs out in the older people's coffeeshop. *nerd* I realize I type rather quickly. I don't type with my fingers on the proper keys either. I just look at the screen and go, sometimes looking down because like any human, I DO make mistakes. I was typing something in the library a couple months ago at school and the girl next to me freaked out because she thought I was typing too fast. Not freaked out in a bad way. She was just impressed I think. Yep. That's me. Miss Modesty. And guess what! I've been totally living up to my Good Samaritan award. Mmm I feel gushy inside. You know where I wanna go? Dean & Deluca near Rockafeller Center in NYC. That's where "Felicity" worked, ya know. It's a groovy little coffeeshop where I bought my first and last Tobelerone (sp?) bar. It was pretty good, but I no longer like chocolate candy bars. Just thinking about how much sugar is in those things makes me sick. As you chew, the chocolate coats your teeth creating a bajillion cavities that will haunt you later on in life. Fear the chocolate!! Well, I have a feeling that this entry is getting so long that no one will want to read my journal ever again. My posts have been pretty long lately, and they look even longer when the text is mushed into one column on the side of the screen. Yeah so um, thanks for bearing with me and come back soon! :)
P.S. I also love Ella Fitzgerald and Glenn Miller. Just thought you might like to know. I know Jon would.
10:27 AM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
that was very...interesting. Long but interesting. I liked it long. It was a good length. I just really like that smilie
Posted By: Jacq 6/13/2003 4:30:48 PM
even if it wasn''t a good read, (which it was) I liked being mentioned.
Posted By: Jon 6/13/2003 10:23:17 PM
Woot! I finally got that damned bookcase I've been wanting. I hung out with Tyff all day today.It was so awesome. After working for the dentist and getting another estimate on my car, I picked up Tyff and ran some errands. We ended up at Targhetto where I bought a new bookcase (cause I need a place to put my stuff), a new floor lamp (because my room is too dark), and a matching trash can and laundry hamper. Wicker rocks my world. Welp, we are about to go watch Swim*Fan, so catch y'all later.
P.S. I might meet the dudes from SOJH tomorrow night with Tyffaney's help.
P.S.S. I think I should check out Xanga because it seems to be the bomb.com with all my punk/emo friends. Don't be surprised if I start another journal just to fit in. :)
11:42 PM | Lisa
6.15.2003
My Impending Doom
I don't really feel like blogging, but I can't think of anything else to do. Last night, on impulse, I sent an email to someone telling them I had a crush on them. But I don't want to date them. I just kinda needed someone to talk to. My dad's mad at me again for not going to Church. Blah. I don't want to. I get nothing out of it, and I feel no closeness to the people there. They all look at me as the poor sap whose way-popular mother died over a year ago. I should be pitied from afar. Speaking of death, that's what my dream was about. Renae was there. I don't think I've ever written about Renae before because I don't want to be one of those kids who's obsessed with the death of a classmate and pretends they knew them better than they really did. Renae killed herself sophomore year after suffering from clinical depression. End of story. I had PE I and Honors English 10 with her. The only time I ever really talked to her was in the cafeteria before school and during class. I tried to teach her French, but she never did get it down. "Hello. My name is Renae and I do not speak French." "Bonjour. Je m'appelle Renae, et je ne parle pas de francais." I think that's right. It's been a long time. Anyway, she was in my dream, lying in bed, waiting for her impending death. Except it was like everyone knew it was coming, like cancer or something. By the end of the dream it ended up being me that was awaiting my death. And I was calm. I knew what it would be like and I wasn't scared. I just kinda went about my day waiting for it to happen. Except my day took place in a hospital with a clear-glass elevator and many corporate offices downstairs. I've contemplated my own death before, realizing how prevalent cancer is in my family. My mom was one of four girls in her family; three have gotten cancer, two have died. There's more history there but I'm not going to name everyone who died in my family. So what are my odds? Erm, I think I wouldn't be surprised if I got sick. I don't think I'd be scared so much of dying, but of causing sadness to those who loved me. Meh. I'll die someday. Just get over it.
9:26 PM | Lisa
I started a Xanga site because that seems to be what everyone else is doing. Except I decided not to reveal who I was. My target audience is all the punk kids that Tyffaney hangs out with. I'm sure none of them will ever read it. But I do like the color scheme. Meh. Just another hobby.
9-hour shift at Baker's, here I come :(
9:42 AM
SHOUT OUT
I like blogger better but the color scheme is pretty trippy
Posted By: Jacq 6/15/2003 11:18:50 AM
6.17.2003
I can feel my devotion to this journal slightly waning, but I think it is only a phase. I've been working a lot this week and going out with friends, so I haven't had much time to write. Kara took me shopping for a new swimsuit. It's the first two-piece I've had since I was six. It's so cute. However, I realized that it is more of a tanning suit than a swimsuit. As may of you do not know, I was on a swim team for five years, and whenever I enter the pool I am very active. I love to race and jump around and flip and turn, etc. I was playing catch with my brother last night and when I jumpe dup the bottoms slipped down a little revealing the top of my butt to whomever was swimming behind me. And later on I think my top fell a little bit and flashed my brother. *majorly red face* Other than that it was a fun evening. My brother stayed at the pool for teen night while i met up with Kara and Rob. She took me to meet some of her friends. It was 30 seconds of awkward silence before we all parted ways. Kara, Rob, and I headed off to Jon's house, and Jadyn and his crew went off to who knows where. It turns out later that night they Jadyn wanted me to call him to hang out. I hardly even spoke to the kid. Blah. Jon, who I only met two nights ago, was being uber-cuddly with me while we were watching Minority Report, and I just fell like a jerk for being totally stand-offish. I mean, I haven't had much affection lately, so a kiss would have definitely been welcomed. But for some reason I just sat there and blankly watched the screen. Even Seth told me he would understand. So what's my problem? I have no idea. Maybe there will be room for retribution later. As for work, I'm surviving. My dad keeps bugging me to get a different job, but I can't think of any place that would pay me more than what I'm working now. It's all about the money.... and flexible schedules. Nine days until I leave for California, woot! My dad made it clear that I wouldn't get to spend much time with my boyfriend whom I haven't seen in over six months. Just great. I was reading all of Seth's old letters and emails today because I'm just mushy like that. I've been getting along with my brother off and on, and my dad and I haven't refrained from arguing the few minutes of each day that we see each other. I like my friends, but not my acne. Peace~
1:16 PM | Lisa
"You've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya punk!?"
*Dirty Harry*
~You are the inquisitive type, always asking questions. Finding how others percieve things is a hobby of yours. Granted, your rhetoric leaves most people pissing themselves, but some folks like that!!
Which Movie Quote Are You?
Did I ever make you piss on yourself? If I did... I'm not sorry. *grin*
1:32 PM | Lisa
Dear Lisa,
Do this stuff or I will beat you up and feed you to your cat...
That is all
As I wait to go to work, I'm making myself a list of things to do, because I spend more time on the computer than I should and seeing it every time I turn on the monitor should help me. I'm mentally beating myself to death for not getting these things done sooner.
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*Send $10 to 89.7 The River
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*Put up that big-ass dry erase calendar (and use it)
*Finish painting your mirror
*Finish unpacking/cleaning your room
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*Call Uncle Jim about the Baker's discount for Grandpa
*Visit your Grandma once in a while
*Return Peg's house key
*Get prom dresses back from Kara
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*Finish Phresh Phish and Archives
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*Sew a new button onto your work pants, fatso
*Quit eating junk food just because it's there
*Get your hairs cut... it's hot outside
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*Get ready for your trip to California!!!
*Don't be late for work
Oops! Gotta run...
5:43 PM | Lisa
6.18.2003
Gaylord Focker!
I hate my brother sometimes. He's such a pain in my ass. I keep threatening him with the promise of no more rides home from driver's ed or to practice, but I think we all know I can never go through with that. My dad would kill me. So every morning I roll out of bed, throw on the nearest articles of clothing and drive across town to pick up my brother. I usually get a "thank you," which is often followed by an insult five minutes later. I don't even get gas money from the boy. It's not like it's on my way to pick him up. If Baker's would let me work some daytime hours I could finally teach him a lesson.
P.S. This weather sucks. We're sweating even with the air conditioner on! Yet one more reason why I should be living in Chicago instead of Omaha.
11:41 AM | Lisa
Holy shit, that little fucktard has pushed me to the limit. He hasn't tried to hit me since we were kids. I used to beat him up every other day, but he is clearly stronger than me now. I am so sick of this shit. My brother tries to tell me what to do, asks me to do him favors, and then complains that I didn't do it properly. He steals from me, vandalizes my things, and puts me down. My dad is the only authoritative figure in this situation, but whenever I approach him, Ricky only ends up crying, which pisses my dad off even further, and I get yelled at. I'm sick to my stomach and am thinking about calling in to work. I've never called in sick before. I could use the money, and the time away from my family. Let's pray I feel better in an hour. First chance I get, I'm moving out with Tyffaney. Blah, just get me away from this life.
1:41 PM | Lisa
Why my day at work could have been better:
-- cramps
-- started my period
-- fears of an impending tornado
-- almost left an hour early by accident
Things that made my day at work pleasant:
-- a short shift
-- many friendly customers to help the time pass
-- I found out my friend Holly is getting married in a couple weeks and she said I could babysit her daughter
-- songs on the radio on the drive home...
"Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen
"Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard" - Paul Simon
-- no tornado...yet
7:11 PM | Lisa
It bothers me when people say the phrase "but yet."
Pink and purple should never be combined.
Lesbians are not intrinsically tough.
Viewing blogskins can be monotonous.
I h8 CyBeR chAt... iTs NoT mAh fAvOriTe!
You stole my music.
Anime scares me.
Shaved legs entrance me.
Ignore me. I'm just silly.
Kiss me.
9:53 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
EWEWEW KILLITKILLITKILLIT!!
Posted By: Jess 6/19/2003 12:00:13 PM
...regarding the bug, that is... i''m dumb...
Posted By: Jess 6/19/2003 12:00:40 PM
Anime scares me also, no, more like it annoyes me. Last week I threated to stab myself in the eye with a butter knife if I had to view one more site about what charater I might be
Posted By: gabe 7/5/2003 8:16:32 PM
A bug just crawled across the wall. Should I make an effort to kill it or be lazy and just sit here, contemplating the odds of me swallowing said bug in my sleep tonight? It's green with really long feelers. It even has feelers on its butt. It crawls a couple centimeters, stops, pokes around, and repeats. I would not like to swallow this bug. Nor would I like to have it crawl into my ear and lay eggs. Nor would I like it to fall onto my shoulder from the ceiling while I am showering.
However, I am lazy.
10:45 PM | Lisa
6.19.2003
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I do not like purple, I am not as prudent as one may think, and I would not make a good politician. The rest is pretty damn accurate.
5:29 PM | Lisa
6.20.2003
There's something that I can't quite explain...
I feel sorry for Jon the Redhead. Every time I see him, I look like crap and I'm not acting like myself. I hate the fact that he's only gotten bad impressions of me. And I can't ask him to look toward my blog to get to know me, because despite what you may read on here, I really am quite enjoyable in real life. Except for last night. I was moody from my period, and I had a really bad day and I let it get the best of me. My dad yelled at me and made me cry in front of my friend. And my brother was not only ungrateful for the fact that I had to chauffeur him somewhere every two hours, but I'm also probably going to get into trouble with work because I have to come in two hours late just so I can pick the little rat up. Today is his driver's test, and I am almost sure he will be late coming back. And then I felt awful about it because every night I talk to Seth, and last night was basically just a complaint of how my day went... but it's like that all the time now. No wonder he doesn't like talking to me anymore.
I tried to wash it all off with a shower. Tyffaney and I left the house without so much as a goodbye because I really don't feel like caring anymore. No one in this house cares about my efforts and commitments. I try to live up to my silly Good Samaritan Award, but it just gets me nowhere. We headed off to Caffeine Dreams to join a roundtable discussion about the ethics of war. I wish I had said more about Just War Theory seeing as how that was my essay that I sent in with all my college applications. They kept digressing to the war in Iraq, to which after a period of time, I stopped paying attention (the war, not the discussion). Having little knowledge on the subject, I chose to be a keen observer. The kid next to me was kinda gross. He sneezed, and then licked projectile mucous off of his hand. My necklace was complimented on about a bajillion times.
After the party, Nick, Tyff, Justin and I hung around the parking lot discussing this and that. I gave Justin my digits to add to his long list of phone numbers in his wallet. Nick, Tyff and I headed out to Lake Zorinsky to play on the swings. It's so scary at night. There are no lights anywhere... just a view of the city lights similar to what one might find on the top of Makeout Mountain or Lover's Lane. I kept talking to the imaginary killer/rapists hiding in the bushes. I used to do that when I was younger to keep down my fears of walking alone in the dark. The whole night long everyone had been comparing tans, and of course mine was the most invisible. Sitting on the swings in the dark in my black skirt and black Mary Janes, I felt like some little ghost girl from "Are You Afraid of the Dark" or "The Ring." The three of us went to Rachel's (Nick's girlfriend) for a bit, and then I went home because I live only two blocks away from her.
So in conclusion, I had a bad day but a good night. And there wasn't even a note waiting for me on my door handle saying "You're Grounded!" Thank goodness.
10:38 AM | Lisa
I think I can attribute all my bad luck to deleted chain mail.
1:41 PM | Lisa
Gah, am I that unbearable? People are neglecting to call me back, and there is nothing to do and nowhere to go. It's like people wanted to stop hanging out with me after just a day. Blah. I dunno.
I'm at Bryan's right now. You haven't heard about him for awhile have you? Yeah well I haven't seen him in forever so here I am. We're catching up on old times, and surprisingly enough we haven't kissed yet. Meh. Not counting on it to happen. He gave me a coupon for a free lap dance at the Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's Club in Los Angeles seeing as how I'll be in town next week. How thoughtful of him. I look forward to it....
I'm bored. Someone call me!!!!!!!!!
9:26 PM | Lisa
6.21.2003
Last night didn't turn out too bad. I dressed ultimately retro in a black skirt with white polka dots and a bright red shirt and black Mary Janes. I like the turnaround my wardrobe is undergoing. So Kara and Rob came over to my house to watch a movie. They're overly cuddly for being ex's. Kara picked Coyote Ugly, and halfway through I realized I'd already seen most of this movie. Oh well. They had to leave early because of curfew, and my wonderfully sweet boyfriend called me. I majorly miss him right now. But only five more days until I hit the streets of Los Angeles. Woot! I talked to him until I was on the verge of falling asleep, and then I realized that I still had a movie mess to clean up. Blech. Rick's out of town this weekend camping with his boy scout troop. Dad's been awfully nice letting me go out and have friends over. It puzzles me. And that's all that's changed between now and then.
9:54 AM | Lisa
I know something I won't tell.... *devilish grin*
11:41 AM | Lisa
My friend's girlfriend's mom is in the hosptial for I don't know why, but it sounds serious because she was moved from a hospital in Alaska to a hospital in Seattle. I guess you all know that my biggest fear would be her mom dying. After all, I know what it's like. So pray for Amanda's mom guys. Speaking of my mom, last night was so weird. When I gave Hollywood Video my membership card, they asked if I was Debbie Bloomingdale. Telemarketers do that, too. Sickeningly enough, I get a sort of morbid pleasure out of seeing the look on people's faces when I tell them my mother is dead after they ask to sell her a magazine subscription or make the popular joke "YOUR MOM!" I'm a jerk, I know. To all those feeling like shit right now: Don't. There's always someone else who has it worse.
8:37 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
aw... thank you, lisa...
Posted By: Jess 6/22/2003 11:07:08 AM
SPIRIT is your Chinese symbol!
What Chinese Symbol Are You?
Yes, Jess, I realize I am a copycat. But we post these quizzes into our blogs for others to take as well, no?
8:42 PM | Lisa
6.23.2003
Sunday in a Bulleted List and a Post Script:
P.S. The onions made me cry. The lightning and thunder made me smile. The hot pink nail polish and men's cologne made me sexy. I should win the prize for bringing in the most coupons EVER on double coupon day.
12:34 AM | Lisa
I just don't know what to do with myself...
I wonder if I can take this anymore. I love the sound of your voice, but I can't stand hearing it when you're not here. I want you to speak to me face-to-face. I want to look into your eyes, and I want to smell you and touch you. I want to explore the world with you and laugh at your jokes. I want you to put your arm around me in the movies and play footsie with me at dinner. I want to sit in the park and watch the stars with you. I want you to say goodnight with a kiss that leaves me weak in the knees and dreaming of you until morning. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say. But isn't there a limit to this fondness? You can't be absent forever. I'm sick of listening to love songs and watching mushy movies and lying in my bed wishing you were there next to me. We call each other every night. We stay on the phone even if we have nothing to say, because it's the mere "presence" of each other that is so comforting. We suffer through lonliness and our own personal obstacles in the hopes that the next time we get to see each other will be sooner than later. It's tough....really tough. It's sad that I have to miss you so much, but I have a feeling that in the end, it will all be worth it. I know you feel that way, too. I can only hope that we are right about this.
And that is the pain of a long-distance relationship.
2:31 PM | Lisa
SHOUT OUT
:''( I hear that...
Posted By: Jess 6/23/2003 2:37:16 PM
:::10 Bands You Have Seen Live:::
01. Reel Big Fish
02. Pomeroy
03. Grasshopper Takeover
04. Lucky Boys Confusion
05. New Found Glory
06. Mighty Mighty Bosstones
07. Good Charlotte
08. 8th Wave
09. Bad Religion
10. Hanson (woot!)
:::09 Things You're Looking Forward To:::
01. My trip to California
02. August
03. Frosh year at Creighton
04. Getting my hairs cut
05. Getting promoted
06. Getting my tongue pierced
07. New car
08. 18th birthday!!! July 29 - Shaker's and Dr. John's, here I come!
09. Losing weight and looking hot
:::08 Things You Wear Daily:::
01. Collada ring
02. Butterfly necklace
03. Chapstick
04. Mascara
05. 5-dollar watch
06. Shoes
07. Four earrings
08. Deodorant/Anti-perspirant
:::07 Things That Annoy You:::
01. My little brother
02. My nightmares
03. Customers
04. People who can’t hack it
05. Menstruation
06. Bad drivers
07. My whining
:::06 Things You Touch Every Day:::
01. My face
02. My computer
03. My car
04. Doorknobs
05. My pillow
06. My cell phone
:::05 Things You Do Every Day:::
01. Play with my website
02. Brush my teeth
03. Take a piss
04. Talk on the phone
05. Daydream
:::04 People You'd Want to Spend (More) Time With:::
01. Mom
02. Seth
03. Grandma
04. Malinda & Melanie
:::03 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:::
01. Amelie
02. Better Off Dead
03. Matilda
:::02 Of Your Favorite Songs At This Moment:::
01. "Calling You" - Blue October
02. "Remix to Ignition" - R. Kelly
(But who can pick just two? There are more listed in my AIM profile.)
:::01 Person You Could Spend the Rest of Your Life With:::
01. Seth <3
2:31 PM | Lisa
6.24.2003
Lisa's San Diego/Los Angeles Itinerary
*Adapted from what the swim coach gave us
Thursday, June 26:
Friday, June 27:
Saturday-Sunday, June 28-29:
Monday, June 30:
This is would be a most wonderful trip if everything went my way. *crosses fingers*
9:41 PM | Lisa
I just realized what a bitch it is going to be to make an archive for June. Sooo much worthless crap... Blech.
I was the first one at work today - 6 am. The doors to the store weren't even unlocked yet. I stole some coffee from the cafe, made doodles for the coupon people, and basically enjoyed my morning. I had the privilege of watching the parking lot being repaved, and seeing Jenni's hunky crush from the GNC store. Everyone thinks he looks like Patrick Swayze from "Dirty Dancing," but I think his muscles are too big and his hair is not long enough and his pants definitely aren't tight enough!
I need to do laundry tomorrow and pack. I have kick-ass luggage that my parents gave me for Easter before I left for New York last year. So sweet. I'm used to traveling with a pack of girls and not caring about what I look like, but this time I have to make sure I pack the right clothes and all the right makeup and ugh, such a pain in the ass to try and look good for people. I'm hoping I'll get to see my main squeeze <3 but based on the attitude my father has put out, I'm not holding my breath. Well... maybe just a little. I posted my itinerary for anyone who would like to know what's going on while I'm gone. And if you need to reach me, there's always my cell: (402) 658-4981. I dunno if you need the area code, but whatever. In case I don't have anything else to say, I will see you all next week! Peace and love!!
9:55 PM | Lisa
I lied... I did have more to say. Pics are updated. I got bored and revamped the homepage. Some of the albums are still under construction, but they'll get finished, promise. My desktop and imood have also been changed. Oh, and Ani's poem rocks my socks. It's best if you hear her perform it.
Also recommended: "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee" - Indigo Girls. I went there, ya know. *wink*
10:02 PM | Lisa
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