St. Patrick's Day

saturday :)

So blog world, it's Saturday, which is probably my favorite day of the week. A lot of people seem to be particularly fond of Sunday, because it's a day of relaxation because there isn't much to do, but for me, Sunday means I realize how much I procrastinated the week before and have to catch up on homework.

Saturday = I'm still in denial about what work I have to do(10) + happy Liz

I multiplied "I'm still in denial about what work I have to do" by 10 because I really, really am in denial and really, really have a lot of stuff to get done. But, don't ask me to figure out an equation anymore difficult than that. Math just isn't my thing. But, I guess that's why I'm a journalism major. Wall Street Journal knows what's up. Read this article here.

Anyways, obviously, I'm sitting here writing in my blog right now, but I'm also listening to my iTunes. And, I know you are so interested in my life, that you are wondering "Well, gee wiz, Liz. What are you listening to?"

I'm listening to Bowling for Soup- "You and Me." Bam. Sha-bam. flo-ham.

And in case you were also wondering, yes, I am bored.

So after having a little dispute with Ray last night I decided I need to learn a better way to channel my frustration. Whenever I get upset, the fact that I get upset overrules my ability to communicate effectively. I can't let this happen, because it leads to me getting more upset because Ray has no idea what the hell is going on and I can't effectively explain. It doesn't really happen that often, I feel like for the most part I'm easy-going. But sometimes, I just don't know what happens. I know I have to try to get better at that, and I really really want to, but it's not something that I can do with just the flip of a switch. It'll take time.

In other news, well, there isn't any other news. It's saturday, which is do nothing day, like I said before. So, I'm going to end this post now, and continue with my weekend.

WQED internship

Ok. So, I haven't blogged in a pretty long while. In my defense I was busy right before spring break, and then during spring break I didn't have the time because I was away, and well, this week I have been fairly busy too!

So, I went to an interview today with WQED which is the pbs station in Pittsburgh. I applied for the OnQ internship where I'd be helping with the production of the nightly magazine show, OnQ. I think the interview went well, out of everything I've applied for, this is my top pick. I wanted to try something other than writing.

After the interview, they showed me the Mr. Rogers set. It was pretty sweet. It was cool to see the set because Mr. Rogers is a show I watched all of the time when I was growing up, and it's nice that a show like that is from Pittsburgh.



I was also shown the set of QED Cooks, and the host/cook of the show, Chris Fennimore was getting ready to tape while I took a peek! But, that wouldn't mean much to anyone that doesn't get WQED on their television.

Today there's a party at my apartment. It's the AKPsi Big/Little party. I only plan on sticking around until a little bit after lizzy gets done at work.

This weekend I have a lot of catching up to do for my Contributiong Editor internship with College Prowler. yay. :( But hopefully it isn't too bad.

I think this is a sufficient update for now. I will try to write again sooner than later!

my brother's band

zero

According to my Google Analytics, zero is the number of readers I've had on my blog for the past 3-4 days. If I were in elementary school, I'd be the creepy kid who talks to herself at recess and eats dirt. Not that I need a lot of people reading this, but it is nice to know people do!

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So, I was home this weekend. My dad is out of town, so my mom has the house to herself, well, she has my brother and our pet dog and cat, but none of them, not even my brother, make for good company.

On Friday, I went grocery shopping with my mom and watched the movie "Prom Night." She attempted to guess everything that was going to happen. Luckily, I've seen the movie before, so she didn't ruin anything for me lol

On Saturday, I woke up and showered. I had an amazing hair day. I don't know about anyone else, but if you are having a good hair day, you just have a good day in general. Bad hair = bad day.

I then made cupcakes. Delicious cupcakes. They were vanilla with vanilla frosting and green and red sprinkles (leftover from christmas, of course).
I ate about 6 cupcakes over the course of the weekend.

My brother had his first show with his band on Saturday. He did so well! I was really proud of him. I have videos on my camera, so I will try to post one in a future blog.

Throughout the weekend, I was also greeted, via text message, by various lovely photos of my favorite puppies in New York, Penny and Peanut.<3

On Sunday, I woke up and went to the mall with my mom. I purchased a sweater because I need more warm clothes. I'm hoping the more nice looking warm clothes I have the less inclined I will be to wear hoodies everyday (Um, nope I'll probably still wear hoodies everyday. Who am I kidding?)

In American Eagle they have the most amazingly cute spring clothes. It made me want spring to get here so I can feel cute again. I always feel so trashy in the winter, hence why I am trying to not wear hoodies everyday.

When I got home, I watched my mom wait for a radio contest to come on and she sang Taylor Swift while she waited. Then, she was disappointed to discover someone already won the contest. Please view sideways video below.



It was honestly, the 5th time we heard the same Taylor Swift song that day, and it was only 2 p.m.

I then decided i'd shower and get ready to hit the road. And that brings us to now. I'm back at SRU. I just need to get through my comm law midterm this week and then it's spring break time :) It is much needed.

Apples and Oranges

Which internship do you think is more awesome?

WHIRL magazine



or City Paper?



Can i just do both?

my phone is dying

I forgot my phone charger in my apartment! I'm home for the weekend and my phone is at one bar! Oh no :(

I took an amazing nap today and am about to eat buffalo chicken pizza :)


That is all i will say for now.

Oh, and ps- I love this pup and she loves me.

chillax girl

Note to self:

Stop overreacting.

End note.

I'm a contributing contributor

I got another internship at College Prowler. I am now a contributing editor in addition to a blogging intern. Sweet.

My job is to update the College Prowler student guidebook for SRU. So, if you go to SRU and are reading this, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE fill out this survey right here.

It will make my job a lot easier and the information I put in the book a lot more accurate!

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In other news, it was snowing this morning. What.is.up.with.that?
I was not happy.
Today is Office Night at the 12. I am excited.
This weekend I am going home to see my brother's band in a show. Please listen to their first recorded song called "Take it Slow."

So, I forgot to blog about my test results from my ultrasound. I still have five cysts on my left ovary, however my right ovary is okay now.

I am waiting to hear from my gyno still about what he wants to do.


Currently, I'm in a Comm computer lab, and this boy is listening/watching these musical-esque videos...but, they're singing things like Nelly- "It's Getting Hot in Here."

I'm not really sure whats going on.
Oh, he just turned it up louder. I guess he wanted all six of us in here to enjoy it with him.

I am getting so hot...I'm gonna take my clothes off right in this lab. oh yeahhh.

Oh, now he's watching the video of the asian lady freaking out in the airport. Ah, so funny.



But, still equally annoying to just hear the audio of. Please use headphones, sir. Thanks much.

Okay well I have a lot better things I should be doing rather than blogging, like school work related things, so maybe I should go do them.

Have a nice day.

Straws

I love colored straws.

The End.

licorice love

You know love is real when it's spelt out for you using a delicious treat.

Around the world

Currently, my dad is on a business trip around the world. He's going to a bunch of different cities. Right now, he's traveling around India and driving in india is crazy.

weekends are at the end of the week

I had a rather eventful weekend.

Friday- I drank my 32 oz of water for my ultrasound and thought my bladder was going to explode. Lucky me, the technician who did my scan told me it wasn't necessary to drink the water in the first place so I over-hydrated myself for nothing.

My right ovary is okay but my left ovary is still not so good.

Ray and I visited my mom at home and he showed her magic tricks. She officially loves him. Oh, and we ate amazing chicken fried rice.

We then went to the science center and watched a movie in the omnimax. It was pretty sweet.

I went out to a party that was busted by the cops and didn't have my ID. not sweet.

I made Ray find his valentine's present that was hidden in the 12. It took him 4.3 seconds, but I'm pretty sure he liked what I got him.

Ray gave me the softest bear in the history of bears. It's replaced him as my favorite thing to cuddle with. jk jk ray will always be #1. ahaha.

Saturday- I went out to get chinese with ray and we went to see "he's just not that into you." It was an enjoyable experience. it was a cute date.

The day ended with $1 pizzas, diet pop and Saturday Night Live.

Today- homework. homework. laundry. cleaning. homework. laundry. My week of procrastination has finally caught up with me.

There may be grocery shopping in the near future as well.

I love icicles

Ray discovered this icicle and was kind enough to pull over and let me knock it down. Note shaky-ness of camera when Ray gets startled by the icicle falling.

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I call this photo "Ray Wishing He Was Never Born, But Loving Easy Money."


Look for it in a photo gallery soon along with other one of a kind photos of the Ray Miles Series "Why Can't People Understand My Wash as You Go Policy?", "Andy, Is This Your Coffee Cup?", and "Hey, I Didn't Know If You Needed Your Light On For The Heat To Work, But I Shut It Off For You."

Gross photo, beware

Hello blog,
The countdown to my ultrasound continues. T-minus 3 days.

The outcome is truly a toss-up. I was sorting through my old photos, like I always do when I'm bored and came across a photo of my ovarian cysts I had when I was 16. I am warning you, this photo is gross, but I wanted to share. It's a little farther down the page in hopes it doesn't immediately startle you.























So, as you can see, there's my uterus and fallopian tubes chillin' out with some gigantic ovarian cysts.

If the ones they discovered haven't gone away, its more likely than not I have the exact same kind of cysts as I did before. But, they will not be that big, at all. More like centimeters.

I guess third time is the charm, maybe this time around my ovaries will learn to behave normally.

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In other news, it's almost Valentine's Day. I don't think there's anything going on. Ray doesn't really believe in the holiday, so it'll probably be like our usual saturdays. I wrote a college jolt post about how to celebrate Valentine's Day on a college budget. It should be posted on the site sometime this week, so you all will have to read it.

Day 2 of the new hair is going well. I attempted to tuck my hair into my hood this morning because it was raining, and was startled to find there was no hair to tuck into the hood.

I've been introduced to the world of Wegman's spiral macaroni and cheese and am officially in love. Once you go spiral, you can't go back.

The warm weather has made me happy the past couple days, but eventually the fact that it's accompanied by rain will upset me and I will be back to hating North Eastern US weather.

There's a new Friday the 13th movie. Is anyone else as happy about this as I am? I know they've redone this movie about 25 times and each one has been cheesy and tacky, but I can't help myself. I'm a sucker for a scary movie, even if it's horribly made.

Induction is tonight. It's going to be boring, but afterwards will be the usual Tuesday night sleepover at Ray's, which will not be boring.

There will be ice skating in the ARC tomorrow!!! I plan on attending. I've never skated on fake ice before. I'm sure it's not that fascinating, but it'll be one more thing to cross off on the list of things I want to do before I die.

Ok, well I'm hungry and should write a college jolt blog since I have the free time right now.

Comments are appreciated.

Have a nice day.

bye bye hairr

So, today I got a haircut. I told the lady exactly how long I wanted it, but she decided to get creative and go much shorter. At first I was extremely distraught, then I decided it was okay and I would deal with it, and then I got a shower and dried and straightened it in world record time.

Now my haircut is my new bestfriend.

Take a look. (I apologize for the cell phone photo quality, poor lighting and odd face I am making)



My hair has not been this short since I was in the 7th grade. It will be probably a two weeks or so until I stop getting startled by my hair abruptly stopping when I brush it or try to put it in a ponytail.

Bailey was right, February is a wonderful month for haircuts. Especially when the cold weather makes you lazy and not want to deal with long locks.

Its been awhile

First of all, if you aren't reading my college jolt blogs, you need to get on that.
The internship has been going very well, and I think I'm up to around 12 or so posts now so read and catch up. I have two seperate columns I write for the blogging site. I give dating advice/tips and also I have a more general, whatever I want to write about thing I do for it. So go see!

This summer, my ideal goal is to get an arts and entertainment internship with the City Paper in Pittsburgh. However, they only offer one internship during the summer, so the competition will be tough :( But I have a lot of clips, so maybe I'll have an advantage!

In other news, I was in buffalo yesterday with Ray while he judged a competition. I saw a lot of young girls involved in near death experiences. I'm sure Ray will blog all about it, and more people read his than read mine, so I'll just leave the details to him.

I wanted to see the city of Buffalo, but apparently, it doesn't exist. Instead I asked Ray to take me to the shore so I could see Lake Erie frozen and it was kind of creepy. I should have taken a picture of it, but I didn't think to at the time. It was just ice as far as you could see.

I wanted to walk out a little bit onto it, but Ray said no. I don't think he wanted to jump in after me if I fell through.
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I've been getting kind of freaked out lately by the fact that a year from now I will be approaching graduation. Graduating college is the biggest life change of a person's life in my opinion. I guess having your first child would perhaps be
equally, if not more life changing, but we'll just ignore that one for awhile. That's a little ways down the road lol

I refuse to be one of those people who graduate and work at a job that either doesn't require a degree, or just requires a degree in general. I don't want to seem cocky when I say this and I hope it doesn't come off the wrong way, but I know I can do better than that.

It's funny how when you're a little kid you have all of these dreams about what you want to do when you "grow up" and here I am on the brink of being grown up and I still don't know what I want to do, yet somehow, when I was 7-years-old, I had it figured out. I was going to be a marine biologist. Funny how things change. The thought of anything science-related now makes me cringe. I can't handle the detail and the crazy names they have for everything.

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On a related, yet separate note, this semester is going amazingly well. I know I said it before, but now that The Rocket isn't apart of my life, things are just so much better. I never realized exactly how much of my unhappiness and stress was related to the newspaper. Apparently, about 99% of it was Rocket related.

My classes are going really really well too so that adds to the joys of the semester.
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I love comments. Will someone comply with this plea of pathetic desperation and leave me one? Thanks. Have a nice day :)

love itt

Does anyone else love these e-trade commercials?







I'm a sucker for talking babies.

life influences

Everyone has those certain people they've encountered in their lives who help turn them into who they are. I'm not excluded from this. So I've decided I want to share with you some of the people who I feel who have made me who I am today.

Mr. Orr- I started writing when I was in 4th grade. I would write stories and draw illustrations for them. I'd make them like story books with a paragraph or two on a page with a picture. One day I decided to show my teacher my work and he told me I was a great writer. He laminated the pages of my story and bound them together for me and told me whatever stories I wrote after that, he'd do the same thing for.

I really believe that because of him, I began to love to write. He gave me that little push into a direction that I needed.

Mr. Schott- By the time I was in middle school, I knew I wanted to be a journalist. I took every media and writing class I could sign up for. By the time I made it to high school, I decided to take journalism I. At the time, I was on the fence about taking the next class, which was to write for the paper. When Mr. Schott saw I hadn't signed up for the next level of journalism classes, he told me I needed to and he went and fixed my schedule himself.

Joining the paper was a great experience. I won two journalism awards my first year on the paper, and was editor my second year and won another award. As editor of the paper, I really felt like I had found my place in my school. With over 400 students in my class, it was hard to stand out.

Even after talking me into joining the paper, Mr. Schott continued to influence me as a writer. He would constantly be encouraging and accept nothing less than my best effort.

Pap- My pap was also a big influence on my life. When I was younger, I was quiet and easy to forget about compared to my cousins who were always lively and talkative. A lot of my family members would show favoritism toward them. However, my pap always made sure to make me feel like I was just as good, if not better, than them. He'd always tell me how I was the smart one out of all my cousins and how I would be good at whatever I wanted to pursue in life.

After he died, I slowly started feel like I was getting further and further disconnected from that side of my family. He was the glue that held it all together. I also made a promise to myself to do as well as I could at school so I'd never feel like I let him down. I graduated high school with a 3.82 and in college, I've had three semesters of 4.0s and have been on the dean's list every semester. And although I do it for myself, a big part of me does it for him, too.

My Dad- My dad grew up in Shalercrest, and if you aren't familar with the area, it isn't the nicest housing. There's a photo to the right. He went to technical school for drafting during high school and got a job and moved into an apartment in Shalercrest with my mother a year or so later.

After realizing he didn't want to live in Shalercrest for the rest of his life and he wanted a stable job he could depend on, he decided to go to college. He took out loans on his own and went to school full time while my mom worked. While he was in school, when my parents were 24, I was born. My mom had to quit her job to take care of me, and my dad continued to go to school full-time. We lived off of food stamps and welfare. He never got more than one B a semester and eventually got his degree in Electrical Engineering.

Knowing what my dad went through throughout his college career really makes me appreciate my college experience and how lucky I am to not have to worry about the same things he did.

That's another reason I try hard in school. If my dad could get good grades in an electrical engineering major, with a wife and baby at home to worry about, I should be able to get good grades with my joke of a communication degree without really having anything major in my life to worry about.

I don't know what to call this one

Sooo, lately I've been thinking about graduate school. It's hard not to think about it when it's all we talk about in junior seminar and my adviser finds a way to include the topic into every conversation we have.

If I went to graduate school, I'd probably want to go for something like design. But, I also really enjoy learning about different types of communication. In comm concepts, freshman year, there was a chapter or two about dyads, tryads and all the other forms of communication, I was just so fascinated and interested. If I could learn about that stuff on a graduate level, that'd be awesome. But what do you do with that kind of knowledge? I can't really think of any practical use for it.

So maybe that's not a good option.

The truth is, when I graduate, the last thing I'm going to want to do is go to more school. When I'm done at SRU, I kind of just want to move on with my life.

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In other news, my ultrasound is in about two weeks. Feb 13. It's all I think about. I just want to get it done! I want Ray to go with me because that's a long drive and I have to drink water on the way, too. And also, if surgery ends up being a positive, I'll need someone to drive while I'm crying lol

I'm not really sure why my ovaries hate me so much. I've always felt like I've taken as good of care of them as I could. I mean they are ovaries after all, so there's not really much you can do to hurt them.

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Oh, another thing I wanted to write about was how I went to see a magician with Ray and Andy at the union Thursday and it was amazing! I loved every second of it. There doesn't seem to be any realistic, logical explanation for anything he did. It was ridiculous.

And speaking of magic, Ray taught me a card trick the other day. Yayyy. I was going to try it on Casey, but I was too nervous. But I will try it on someone, sometime soon because it was sweet and people will think I have amazing magician skills.

Hm... I think that's all I have to say. Good byeee

snow and swimming

Today started out like any other day. I woke up, wished I had more time to sleep, and clumsily stumbled out of bed to get ready for class.

There was a lot of ice, but not on the main roads. I was expecting to wake up to a frozen tundra, but it was mostly just slush, EVERYWHERE. Of course, my fellow classmates milked it for all it was worth, because atleast half of my 9 am class was missing.

I took a spanish test today. I know I missed atleast one. I forgot the "a" in buena for the phrase "buena salud." Oh well.

After Spanish, I went to Ray's, ate easy mac and took a nap. When I woke up, my car was covered in about 4 inches of snow. Lovely. Around 3:30, after I un-burried (is that a word?) my car, I tried to back out, and of course my lovely bug was stuck. That car is so low to the ground. So Ray had to push it out while I went in reverse and the poor boy got muddy slush all over him.

For dinner, I ate spaghetti and ravioli at Marlene's with Bailey, Lizzy, Monica and Marlene. Then after discussing traumatizing dog encounters, I mentioned how I wanted to swim and Bailey and Marlene agreed. Lizzy was hesitant, but gave in to the peer pressure :)

So off we went, to the ARC. While talking about swimming and on the way there we discussed how the pool would probably be empty, like it usually was. However, when we arrived it was a Sig Tau and DZ mixer! Yes!!!

So, we hung out in the deep end while the Sig Taus and DZ played an awful game of keep the ball up. We had a swimming contest, did exercises and played with a pool noodle.

The creepy lifeguard I met the last time I swam was there too. I was happy to see him using the exact same lines on every girl in the swimming pool. "Is the water warm enough for you?" I wonder if a girl said "no," he'd magically be able to turn up the heat somehow. I'm guessing not. I don't think lifeguards have that kind of pull.

Now, I am about to go to sleep. I have an 8 am tomorrow. I'm planning on waking up to a ton of lovely snow from which I will have to dig my car out of. I can't wait!

You can't say bangs on a plane! bang, b-bang, bang!

I believe the worst part of being a child from the 80s-90s is the fact that whether you are male, or female, you probably had bangs. It's the most atrocious haircut I've ever experienced first-hand in my life. Bangs just aren't cool. Now that we are older, there are people who try to bring the bangs back. I'm sorry, it just isn't happening. That trend died for a reason.

When I was little, I had a bad case of the bangs, actually, I had a bad case of the bangs for about 16 years of my life. I was a strange child. I ate spiders, had to have constant access to my belly button, and was deathly afraid of getting my haircut by strangers. So, my mother, in an attempt to avoid traumatizing her daughter, would cut my hair herself, which ultimately, resulted in me having the worst haircut in the history of the world. My bangs were always crooked and went all the way back to my ears. About 95% of my hair was comprised of bangs.

I look back at photos of myself when I was little, and I wonder what people thought of my hair. "Oh, that poor little girl. Her mother mustn't be able to afford to get her a decent haircut." Which, in all reality, was relatively true, considering my father was a full-time student in college until I was four or five and my mother stayed at home with me. Hm...I never thought about that. It explains so much!

But, what I will never understand, is why I kept the bang-train rolling and never decided to grow my bangs out, or why my mother never decided to grow my bangs out when I was in elementary school. I must've liked them, or maybe I was too lazy. I'm going to go with lazy.

I remember trying to grow them out, but it was annoying. They'd get long and always be in my face and in my eyes, so I'd give in and get another haircut and be back at square one. Finally, when I was approximately 16 or 17 years old. I decided enough was enough. I already sounded like I was 12 and looked like I was 12. I didn't need the haircut to top it off.

So, the growing out process commenced. And within a 6 month time, I was bang-free...well, not totally, I rock the side-bang now, but it's much more acceptable.

I swear to myself I will never, ever let my daughter have bangs. Not even if they become cool again. When my daughter's hair starts to grow when she's a baby I will use every barrett, bow or bobby-pin possible to avoid getting lazy and just resorting to bangs. I will have bang-free toddlers. I will bet my life on it.

And that, my friends, is the story of the bangs that never should have been.

to be young and naive again

Oh to be a junior. College has just been going so fast. I remember moving to SRU in Fall 2006. It was the scariest day of my life. I had never been anywhere, by myself for more than a weekend before. I was a naive, 18-year-old girl, taking on the college world. Little did I know, it would be the ride of my life.

I was looking through my hard drive today at all my old photos from when I was younger. It's mostly all summer before freshman year to now. Any pictures older than that are on my computer at home.

You forget about all the different things you do in life. That's why I love photos. They remind you of where you've been and what you've done. So for this entry. I've decided to post some different pics I found on my drive.
Dying Paige's hair
Sam's 20th Birthday
May Freshman yr
Lizzy's 19th Bday
Holding empty shot glasses lol
An old friend who went crazy
First SRU football game 06
Fyrst Seminar scavenger hunt
Football game
Original 4 freshman year roommates...and then there were two.

I'm a bar hopper.

Ok, not really, but I did go to the bar last night. My third time being in a bar ever. Lauren, Brandon, Josh, Amanda DJ and I went to the lovely Route 8 establishment, Casey's.

And lucky us, it was Karaoke Night. Yay! So, Lauren, Josh and I decided to sing The Joker by the Steve Miller Band. And then later that night, when Josh was relatively completely gone, he sang Bohemian Rhapsody. And being the little videographer some people seem to think I am, I captured the moment. It started out decent...




And then some random guy and lauren joined josh and things just went south.



Around 1 a.m., there were maybe 10 people left in the whole place, 5 of which were us. There was this one couple that wouldn't stop doing Karaoke and the girl was so gone that when she'd hit those high notes, I think my ear drums broke. Then between songs, she'd dance, the most drunken dance I could imagine. She was attempting to grind on her boyfriend, but it didn't work out as well as I'm thinking she planned it to.

Tonight, I shall be enjoying the bar scene again. Except this time, I'm going to Sing, Sing at the Waterfront for Lauren's birthday with a bunch of her female family members. My mom may join also. It should be fun! I will be sure to write something about it.

Unrealistic standards

Everyone has their flaws. Some more significant or obvious than others. I think my biggest flaw in my insecurity. I don't know if it's necessarily low self esteem, but that's probably what it is. I'd just rather not admit to it. insecurity sounds better to me for whatever reason. But it's not like it's even my fault. How can you feel good about yourself when you can't turn on the TV or even flip through your favorite girly magazine, without seeing amazingly beautiful girls?

It's not like I think I'm completely unfortunate looking. I'm decent, but I'm definitely one of those girls who looks through the magazines and instantly feels worthless. I'll watch the victoria's secret fashion show and instantly feel the desire to boycott food for a month. All those gorgeous, skinny, tall girls. And then I look at myself and think...well, my butt could be a little less massive, my boobs could stand to be a little bigger, and this fat I have on my sides here, I could do without that. My hair has too many split ends, my nose is a little too big. I wish I was a few inches taller, and why couldn't I have brown eyes, instead of blue?

I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never look like a girl in a magazine. I can't compete with movie stars, models or porn stars (even though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to with the latter). Guys are just exposed to so many beautiful women on a daily basis, it's not fair. How am I supposed to even begin to feel attractive when I know my boyfriend turns on the tv or goes on the computer and within minutes probably sees a couple dozen girls a million times better looking than me?

The world is a messed up place. It's like the media industry's goal is to make girls feel like shit about themselves, and it's working. Why do we have to put so much makeup on models and airbrush them to unrealistic standards. Why can't men just be happy with how women actually look. For example, Victoria's Secret supermodel, Adrianna Lima, is probably one of the most desired women in the world. But, do you know what she looks like without all of her makeup artists and hairstylists?

Before:


After:


I just have to keep reminding myself if I had personal trainers, a makeup artist, a hair stylist, and tons of money to spend on amazing clothes, I'd probably look good too. Too bad the male population doesn't realize that those girls they wish their girlfriends looked like, aren't as different from their girlfriends as they thought.

I can't stop

I can't stop listening to Taylor Swift. It's like my guilty pleasure, but I'm not really sure if it's necessary to feel guilty for listening to her. Oh well. I guess I will just keep my Swift playlist on repeat for a couple more days...or weeks...

Hey Stephen
I know looks can be deceivin'
But I know I saw a light in you
And as we walked, we were talking
I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window
I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Stephen
Boy you might have me believin'
I don't always have to be alone

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself

Hey Stephen
I've been holdin' back this feelin'
So I got some things to say to you
I've seen it all so I thought that
I'd never see nobody shine the way you do

The way you walk, way you talk
Way you say my name
It's beautiful, wonderful
Don't you ever change

Hey Stephen
Why are people always leaving?
I think you and I should stay the same

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself

The dimmer the street lights
You're perfect for me
Why aren't you here tonight
I'm waiting alone now
So come on and come out and pull me near
Shine, shine, shine

Hey Stephen
I could give you fifty reasons why
I should be the one you choose
All those other girls, well, they're beautiful
But would they write a song for you? haha

I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself
If you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So come feel this magic
I've been feelin' since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I can't help myself

I'm a nerd

I would just like to say the first day of classes went very well. I know it sounds super nerdy, but on the first day of every semester, I look over the syllabus of each of my classes and try to figure out which classes I think I can get an A in. I look at all the assignments and points and see which assignments I think I will struggle with, which will be easy, what I'm going to have to do first. blah blah blah. I'm so lame, I know.

Today was a good day with my obsessive examination of syllabi (is that plural for syllabus? I don't know). I believe I can get an A in all my MWF classes. I have junior seminar, research methods and spanish III. We will see how tomorrow goes. I have advanced reporting, comm law and comm age.

This semester I will be having 19 credits added to the good old DARS. Ah, graduation, please come sooner.

back home

So, I'm back at SRU now. And was greeted by a lovely blizzard. Its nice to be back and I'm really thinking this is going to be a good semester for me for many reasons.

1.) Mainly, because there's no longer any Rocket in my life. That newspaper sucked the life right out of me. I'll no longer have to work with a certain anonymous person who went on power trips, didn't know how to work with people, and loved to leave me out of the loop on just about everything. But, lucky for me, this just means I can move on to bigger and better things.

2.) I have my internship with collegejolt.com and I can write on my own time, about whatever I want basically.

3.) I have a boyfriend. And he is amazing. And he's not just my boyfriend, he's my best friend. I never realized that such a thing existed in the world. Our relationship is above and beyond anything I could have hoped to be apart of.

4.) It's the end of my junior year. That means I'm getting so close to being done with school. I'd love to even graduate in the fall, but I don't know if that's in the cards for me or not. It feels good to know you are almost done. I love school. I love my friends. I love college life in general. But, I'm also ready to move on with my life. College is this awkward in between stage. It's such a minor part of your whole life experience, I'm kind of ready to just get out there and see what's next.

If only I could have shown myself a year ago that everything was going to be okay. It would have saved me a lot. But everything happens for a reason. Maybe I was so upset and depressed last spring so that I could really enjoy and appreciate the things that were to come into my life.

However, I do have an 8 a.m. tomorrow. ugh... Maybe this semester won't be so awesome after all. haha.

Sifl and Olly

So, for some reason I decided to YouTube Sifl and Olly. I used to watch this puppet show all the time when I was little. The whole show was funny, but I was especially fond of a segment with a lovely sock puppet named, Chester. I know there are a lot of videos below, but just watch them. Each one is only a little over a minute, and it'd make my day.

Besides, your life won't be complete until you've experienced Chester.

saggy boobies

Oh, if only I were kidding with that above image. That's really what it's like. Even more so, because I actually took that pic of myself while I was working and right after an uncomfortable experience like the one recreated by my artistic talent.

But, although it is kind of gross and awkward sometimes, victoria's secret is probably not that bad of a place to work as far as retail goes. What industry in retail has the potential to be more awkwardly hilarious than lingerie and see-through crotchless panties? None, my friend. Oh the stories those panties would tell if panties could talk...

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What has been apparent to me for some time now, is that being eco-friendly is trendy. I don't think I really like it. I'm all for saving the environment and efforts to keep our planet alive, but it's gotten to the point where it's the "cool" thing to do. And if you ask me, we should be doing it even if it isn't cool. I just want to know if people are being eco-concious because they care or they think it's the next trendy thing to do. What happens in 5 years when people are tired of wearing their keep it green t-shirts and carrying around their organic cotton shopping bags?

But, I guess it doesn't matter why they do it, right? As long as it gets done. If my air is cleaner and the world is a better place, what do I care if it's only due to trendy yuppies rather than actual concerned citizens?

Let's just hope this trend keeps treading.

As for myself, I've been green for sometime now. For example, this is me when I was out later today. I'm keepin' it green on the streets. I'm doing my part by driving one of the smallest cars known to man, while other assholes drive unnecessarily large Hummers. Even the color of my car supports the cause. I'm Green 4 Life yo...or until my car becomes too old and its time for a newbie.



No, but for real. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, not because it's what's in, but because you want there to be a place for your great grand kids to live someday without being inside a bubble like the bubble boy. Because that would only be sweet for maybe an hour, and then that crap would suck.

Aruba, Bahama, come on pretty mama :)

Ray and I are going to Aruba! Yay! July 11-18!
It's going to probably be the most amazing trip in the history of trips.

I know you are jealous. It was going to be with more people, but lizzy will now be visiting derek while he's studying in germany and lauren doesn't know where she will be this summer because of her internship.

But, I'm still open to anyone tagging along if they want! Our place sleeps 6, so the more the merrier.

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In other news, I worked today for 1.5 hours. I had an on-call shift 12-6, was awaken by my manager calling at 9 a.m., asking if I could work 10:30-2 instead. So, I woke up, went to work and was sent home.

Thanks for nothing Victoria's Secret. Thanks for nothing.

I'm off tomorrow, which doesn't mean much, because I usually am having a day off from work. I've made a wopping total of MAYBE $350 this break. What a waste of time.

Last night I watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off at Brandon's house and realized that my boyfriend is the modern day version of Ferris Bueller.

If I had to imagine a high school version of Ray, it'd strongly resemble this beloved 80's character.

I know this post is immediately after my previous one, but this one I attempted to post before and well, it just didn't work. I found it in my drafts and decided to try posting it again, and here it is!

Craigslist- m4w

So, in my spare time I enjoy looking through the personal ads on Craigslist, and although I'm technically not on the market, I found some possible suiters. However, one young gentleman has stolen my heart.

Looking for Slave Girl to Collar- 28 (Pittsburgh)
I am an attractive, successful man who enjoys teaching the right woman how to submit her will to her master toward the ultimate goal of becoming her Lord's perfect slave.

I would love to meet the right young lady who wishes to explore her boundaries and push beyond them. Who is willing to learn how to submit and is interested in eventually moving from a consensual power exchange to a total power exchange relationship through the appropriate slave training.

If this interests you, you may email me and introduce yourself. Let's see how it goes from there.


I'm so in! Where do I sign up!??!?!

But, after I thought I found my prince charming, I found this lovely gentleman and I wasn't so sure anymore....

Piece of my rock hard cock- 35 (Brentwood)

Are you looking for a great piece of reality.Come on over for some rock hard goodness.I do not ever dissapoint.Check it out if you are hot,slender and love to engage in oral.You should have a great ass and at least a dozen different g strings and thongs.Leave a number.

Sounds HOTT.

And I promise this is the last one, because, well, you know that checklist you make when thinking about the characteristics of Mr. Right? Well, this guy fits the bill.

R U a Co*K Loving C*M crazed SL*T? Look here... - m4w - 36 (Lower Burrell )
for your next hot willing cock... I am a single WHITE male aged 36 living in the Lower Burrell area of Western PA... I seek the company for a woman of LEGAL age (18-50) that enjoys nothing more than stroking, licking, and SUCKING to completion, a nice warm throbbing cock... Heres the situation... I have had several women that tell me that they were really good at sucking cock, even one said that she could make me CUM in 2 minutes... thing is not one single woman has done so... I usually end up having to j/o myself, however most of them were good girls who knelt there and waited for me to give them my hot load on their face and lips... I have yet to find a woman that is true to her word, in being a "good" cock loving CUM crazed slut that will be ale to get me off... So are you or do you know of any ladies that really are as good as they say they are... Hmmmm Please let me know... If can make me CUM like you say you will be able to, I just might give your pussy a tongue lashing (in which I absolutely LOVE doing), that you wont forget... R U Game? Contact me ASAP... I hope to hear from you (Cock loving CUM crazed lil slut)!

OK, so in reality, after reading that, I was more scarred for life than anything else.

Maybe I will just keep the boyfriend I have after all. Craigslist makes it seem like good guys are truly a rare find. I better hold onto mine for dear life.

Awkward Turtle

I had a many of a kind awkward turtle experience today.

For those who have been living under a rock and have no idea what I'm talking about. Let us inquire with the always truthful and factual source of information, Urban Dictionary.

1.) The animal mascot of an awkward moment.
Example: Oh my god, so I was talking to Becky about STDs and I forgot she had syphillis... it was mad awkward turtle

I didn't even make that amazing example of usage up, they gave that too me. Really. That's how amazing the urban dictionary is. So, if you aren't already on the wagon, I suggest you jump on.

Anyway, back to the point of this entry. I was at work today, and this boy I graduated with from high school comes in to the store, with who I would assume to be his girlfriend. I help her find some bras and get her into a fitting room. Then, from behind me I hear... "Don't you recognize me?"

Shit. This is already awkward and I haven't even turned around yet. Of course, the first thought to run through my mind is "Liz, you know you're not going to have the slightest idea who this person is, so try your best to pretend that you do."

Thankfully, when I turn around, I immediately recognize him and, praise the lord, I even remember his name! I had been so preoccupied helping his girlfriend, I didn't even look at the poor soul of a boyfriend who had to carry all her bags on her shopping adventure.

So, as I said, this boy went to high school with me. We weren't really even friends. He was friends with my ex boyfriend from...oh, 8th grade? and since then, I probably hadn't said more than 10 sentences to him.

Apparently, he was really up for some conversation and catching up. What made it even more awkward was the fact I was working the fitting room, so I couldn't have the usual awkward convo escape of "Oh, shucks. Look at the time! I got to go! BYEEE!" and he was stuck there as well, waiting patiently for his girlfriend to finish in the fitting room.

The conversation covered the basics. How is school? where do you go? How long have you worked here? When do your classes start? What is your major? Where do you want to move when you graduate?

So stereotypical. I probably could have scripted the entire conversation out before it even happened. And that same awkward conversation script could be used for every single encounter I have with a Shaler class of 2006 graduate, who I really didn't know that well, but for some reason wants to pretend to catch up.

Furthermore, the conversation was made even more awkward with periods of silence with nothing to say, not being able to understand what the other is asking, and the moment the girlfriend walks out of the fitting room and gives me funny looks for talking with her boyfriend the entire time she was in the fitting room.

But, then when I got home and attempted to google image "awkward turtle" for this post, I realized, that situation wasn't even that bad. There are things in this world that are far, far more awkward. And the term "awkward turtle" can be taken to a very literal, real level.



Now, ladies and gentlemen, THAT is an awkward turtle(s).

I made a discovery

I just spent the last half hour reading xkcd webcomics and am in love. Thank you digg for this find.
Here are a few of my favorites.











And I could keep going with this because, to be honest, nearly every one i read was my favorite. This should be a sufficient sampling though.

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In other news, I love how when managers don't use your on-call shifts, they act like they are doing something nice for you.
Me: Hi, LJ. It's Liz. I was just calling to see if you needed my on-call shift today.
LJ: You know what, Liz? Go ahead and have the day off!

What? Oh thanks... I guess. I'm only scheduled 4 hours this week and I was really hoping to keep it that way.

WhatEV.

In other related work news, there was an associate offer to get two $68 bras for $25. Of course I was all for that. The bra is pretty basic and comfortable, however the reason it is $68 is because it's supposed to firm your bust after 4 weeks of wearing it, with "complete rejuvenation" after 8 weeks. I'm sorry, a bra can do some amazing things for a woman, but actually changing the firmness of her chest area, is not one of them.

Yesterday was a family trip to my aunt's house. She lives an hour away in Butler. My Aunt LOVES games. Not that I don't like playing games with the family, but we play Pictionary, girls vs boys. Granted, this would be fine if my mother and my aunt weren't completely scatterbrained, and my dad and uncle weren't college educated geniuses.

My brother, of course, was his usual asshole self for this gathering. It's nice to see he doesn't pretend to be a nice, young gentlemen for anyone. He keeps it real. My cousin christina picked up the word "hanger," so Obv, she draws a hanger and we guess it right away. Then my brother has to of course say "I would have guessed abortion." My mother was, of course, appalled.

WHAT. REALLY. gah. So unnecessary. Yet, I guess also kind of hilarious if you ignore how gross it really is.

And that is all I will write for today, children. Until next time.