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Name: Liz
Birthday: 11/8/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, writing, and feeding my Buffy the Vampire obsession, along with other Whedon-inspired interests. TV. Movies. And sometimes classical music.
Expertise: Sitting on my butt, doing absolutely nothing worthwhile. Bitching. Asking people to leave me the hell alone. And sometimes I make tomato sauce from scratch.
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/11/2003
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| New Places, New FacesSo I'm all moved in.
Well, mostly.
(Hopefully) all of my books and clothes are here. I still need to unpack a bunch of stuff, I'm missing curtains, and I just realized that the cutlery won't be arriving until the final girl moves in. Guess it's eating with my hands for me!
Dear Santa,
As an early Christmas present, would you please send me some plastic knives and forks? | | |
| Onward and UpwardThings have been accomplished, by me, in this past month:
I've given my three-week notice.
I've signed a lease.
I've paid for first and last months rent.
I've acquired checks.
All signs seem to be pointing to the creation of Grown Up Me. (Grown Up Me, is, of course, not in a literally grown. I'm still as short as ever.) Yet I'm still excited at the prospect of going back-to-school shopping. | | |
| Things I Have Learned- I'm not actually omniscient. So please stop asking me about the whereabouts of the debit pinpad.
- Once you've done one Kakuro, it gets easier to do another.
- I may be getting one hell of a deal on an apartment.
- Paris Hilton may have claustrophobia and ADD ... that would explain a lot.
- Leonardo DiCaprio needed to lose that whole "boyish" thing to be taken as a hardcore actor. He never did it for me when I was thirteen (Kate Winslet, in comparison, looked like his babysitter), but now that I'm twenty-two? Rowr.
- You can't predict a person's behaviour or reaction absolutely. Sometimes, they'll surprise you. Sometimes, it's even a pleasant surprise.
- I'm dying to go to Europe. I'm thisclose to stuffing myself into someone's luggage - I'd probably fit.
- My favourite Big Gay Bartender is coming back for Pride Weekend. Yay!
- I probably won't get Pride Weekend off to spend time with my Big Gay Bartender. Boo!
- Sometimes I can be needy and petulant. Naturally, I don't like it, and will now endeavour to distract myself by reading the works of the Bronte sisters.
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| Non-Crack-Den WantedIs it too much to ask to find a nice, safe, clean room; in a semi-decent neighbourhood; close to Humber or a bus stop or a TTC stop; at a relativelyc cheap price?
I guess so.
Hubris is a bitch.
So now I must pound the pavement, in the search of someplace where I won't be strangled in my sleep - or else I will be subjected to three hour commutes to school.
Of course, there's also the whole paying-for-shelter thing. And getting enough money so I don't have to starve. Oh, and not to mention the ever-rising costs of tuition and books.
Maybe I can find a nice little box somewhere in the Humber parking lot ...
Then again, it is in Rexdale, so maybe that's not a good idea. | | |
| True Tales from the Restaurant(The following is paraphrased, because I don't have photographic memory.) Me: So what kind of dressing would you like on that salad? Boy (no older than thirteen): I don't know ... what kind do you have? Me: (lists off the salad dressings) Or would you prefer a salad with no dressing? Dad: How about a waitress with no dressing? I kid you not. | | |
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