Test

Im trying to test the time format on blogger. I don't know how to set it up. 

Then it's off to my homework. 

Edit: I think I'm going to start putting pictures/youtube with all new blogs. I like the way they make the blogs look. :-) 

2 blogs, 1 post

If I ever where to send in a secret to www.postsecret.com, it would be this:

There is something about me that I can not forgive myself for; I'm sorry Elizabeth.

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Words of Wisdom

I had a long talk with one of my professors last week, she told me this:

"Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you."

That quote is from the Bible, what it means is that a person (ie. you) shouldn't give things of value to those will not appreciate or understand it. Some historians believe that Jesus said this as a warning to his disciples, to only preach to those who are receptive of their teachings.

I give my heart and my kindness mostly to people who do not deserve it. I don't know why I waste my time but I am realizing that I need to quit it because it's tearing away at me. I feel like a failure when things don't go my way, when it reality I gave them something that was never deserved. I want to be free of being the kindest person who get's trappled on and I think I have finally figured out my answer. I need to know a person first before I start to "lay down my pearls" if they are "swine" they do not deserve it. Although it goes against my nature, I think this needs to be done, I need to rise and earn the respect I deserve.

• I need to say "No!"


• I need to go against being good to assholes, douchbags, and motherfuckers for the sake of being a good person.


• I need to love and respect those who respect me back.


• Turn away those who have hurt or betrayed me and have not asked for forgiveness.


• Love those and be true to those who deserve it.

In order to be a good person, I do not need to be a door mat because quite frankly... who is going to respect something they use to wipe the shit from the bottom of their feet on?

Edit: It is now 11:58pm and I am having a spaz attack. My male roommates spent a good part of the day drunk, mixing their off-brand rum with coca-cola. [The night that ensued was insane] As I write this, there are 3 soda bottles sitting on the coffee table that I am fighting not to clean up, I cleaned up after these guys out of mutual-apreciation and while they have paid back my contributions 10-fold, I get the sense that it is not my job to clean up after them. I mean, fuck, they have never cleaned up after me! :-)

the six-word memior

my six-word memior: "stop worrying, karma has its ways"

>>> I like the idea but I don't have the patience to watch the whole 34:47

Liz ruins a mother's day, circa 2007

Scene: Nordstrom's bathroom hallway [FYI: Nordstrom's bathrooms are amazing!] 

(I [Liz] walk by a very chubby baby boy whose father is waiting for his mother.) 

Liz: Hello! 

Baby: Hel-lo! 

(Looks at son in surprise) Father: What the hell did you just say? 

Mom walks down the hallway

Father: He just said his first word!

My friend, Jenny: Liz, we need to go right now. You just ruined that women's life. 

Valentine's Day Blog

I know that I am a day late with this, the original blog that I had written for yesterday was so sappy that your eyes would have gotten a cavity from reading it. Of course I had written in the text box provided to me by blogger when the internet lost signal as soon as I had hit the publish button and everything I had written was lost. Then I ended up going out to dinner, coming home and getting shit-faced then sent out a series of drunken text messages. I also don’t know where my earring is (the industrial):
 If you want a summary of the original blog, here it is:

 I am single and I love Valentine’s Day. I love everyone. I love you! 

This stand in blog will be about love, the love that I have for my body. I realized this last night while celebrating V-Day with friends of mine. I observed girls dressed up, ready to show their love with their significant other through dinner, movie and maybe some ice cream. As I saw a lot of these girls, I couldn’t help but think that a lot of them don’t have curves. I’m not writing in this blog that says that skinny isn’t beautiful, it’s just that to me the best part of being a woman being able to show off a type of body that is jaw-dropping. A jaw-dropping body doesn’t just have great breasts but hips and ass too. 

I’ve been told that I am lucky that I have a pear shape body, by a gay man so you know it wasn’t just to get into my pants. My breasts may be small but they are mine. You want to know what us small breasted women say about the big-breasted females. That when their boobs have hit the floor, ours will still be pointing towards the sky. 

I may look like a skinny person but I have some weight to my body, this is shown when looking at my tummy. Instead of being flat, its round but I’m ok with that. My stomach links me to the other women in my mother’s family; we all have stomachs that seem to “stick out.” I love-love-love-love food, while I eat try to eat healthy- I refuse to go on one of those crazy diets to have a factory issued-magazine body. 

I adore my hips, I love the way I wear a pair of pants. I love the shape they give my body although they may not be the largest but for my body frame, they are big and round. My rear-end, I believe, makes up for my lack of breasts. A rear-end is a surprise, a gift to those who look hard enough. Why do some guys proclaim themselves as ass-men? Because female with a large chest can wear a low-cut shirt to show them off but to show off a great ass….one will have to wear the right type of shorts, skirt, or pants. A right pair will have to cling in the curvier places of the rump, hiding nothing…. Just showing off the good  

My legs have never disappointed me; they are lean, muscular and powerful. I love nothing more but to wear short dresses to show them off (for myself). The best part about it, they are natural- no exercise needed! These too are a gift from my mother’s family, her aunt…. At 60 years old can be found wearing short-shorts and heels, she has the legs of a 20 year old.  

I just don’t like all that jiggle.  :-)

Shut up, worry wart!

I worry about everything: school, family, dinner, parties, people I don't know, conflicts all over the world, people letting me down, etc. People often tell me, "Hey, Reeeeeelax- take a chill pill." Most times, I can- I end up realizing that what I am worrying about doesn't really matter.

....and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Except when I worry about people letting me down because for some strange reason, I know when and how they are betraying me. Maybe its the universe's way of cushioning the blow to my soul. Maybe it's psychotic.

The point of the matter is..... I know and it doesn't make me hurt any less.

It's the worst feeling in the world, building up trust in a person and feel the pain when it ends up blowing up in my face. There are times when i smack myself, when I thought that this time.... this time the person was different.

9 times out of 11, I am proven wrong.

For some strange reason, I am pulled back up from my sorrow and I fall victim to blind trust, to believing the type of character a person percieves themself to have.

Most times, however, one can find me waiting.... always on edge, always ready to be let down when I am once again proven wrong.

At this point in my life, the number of times I have been let down has outnumbered the times that I haven't. So I sit here still like a lioness waiting for its prey until the next time my heart feels broken.

When my eyes weep again.

When I am sorrowfully dispointed.

Mostly, I just wait for the day when I am the person that I trust to never break my own heart, to never commit those acts that violate my love and to never worry if another person will prove me wrong again.

Marlene Dietrich Quote

It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.