You're at the top of my lungs

Guitar Hero, Legend of Rock. For obvious reasons. I mean, come on, a cartoon Slash is on the cover. Hello?


I need this book. Seriously. With the writers strike, which I do support, by the way, I am missing my daily dose of Colbert. This should satisfy until it's over. I mean, there's STICKERS!!!!! There used to mark your favorite place in the book or to give other books with the Colbert Reader's award. What more could you want?


No, I don't want Pete Wentz for Christmas(that comes later). I've wanted this sweater since it came out, but there's the problem of my parents not allowing my to order online. They are even less-likely to let me drive to the Chicago Clandestine store.


Yes, I do want Patrick Stump. Calm yourself.







And lastly, I would like Greece. The whole country. You should all work hard towards getting it for me. Good luck wrapping it.
Merry Christmas,
Liz

THIS IS A TRUE STORY. READ TO BELIEVE.

On September 20, 2006, a young girl received a Chain Message  from a friend. The message said that if she did not pass it on to 25 other friends, she would have bad luck for the next 10 years. It also said that her boyfriend would dump her, she would fail all of her classes, she would get bad karma, she would never have a good love life, and, worst of all, she would definitely be murdered in her bed by the ghost of six year old girl with a bread knife that very night. Unfortunately, this poor girl, for an unknown reason, thought that she was above the Chain Message God, and not only did she never send the message on to her friends, she DELETED THE MESSAGE. Gasp. That same night, she slept in her bed. Nothing happened to her. The End.

Thanks to chain mail I:

I no longer have any sneakers -- but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.
I no longer worry about my soul, because at last count, I have 363,214 angels looking out for me in addition to all of you dear friends.
Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an e-mail to seven hundred of my friends and make a wish within five seconds while scrolling down a page.
I no longer have any savings, because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time)...
I no longer have any money at all - but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

If you don't send this darn e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 7 minutes, a large flock of pigeons with a wicked case of diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM (EDT) this afternoon and shit all over you.

I know this will occur, because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's third cousin's beautician.

My exams are coming up, and my friend sent me this. I thought I'd share, although I probably won't even attempt anything on this list, because I'm shooting for at least 80% on all four of my exams.

1. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!" Have a friend taking the exam with you scream "RUN FORREST, RUN!"

2. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure that you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.

3. Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.

4. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.

5. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.

6. 15 min. into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every 15 min.

7. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.

8. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.

9. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.

10. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.

11. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.

12. Turn in the exam approx. 30 min. into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.

13. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.

14. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (ie. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.)

15. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).

16. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.

17. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.

18. If the exam is math/sciences related, make up the longest proofs you could possible think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.

19. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.

20. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.

21. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.

22. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.

23. Take 6 packages of rice cakes to the exam. Stuff at least 2 rice cakes into your mouth at once. Chew, then cough. Repeat if necessary.

24. Start singing "Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns n' Roses. Just because.

25. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About 5 min into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"

26. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't happen to know another language, use pig latin.

27. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.

28. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"

29. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.

30. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.

Like I said, I won't be attempting any of these, but I thought they were funny. Or at least something to waste time on. And I don't want people to think I'm insane, so I proably won't be eating my exam.

Okay, so, I know my french is disgusting. I still don't know I have an 84% average. But, ANYWAY...

Drama, drama, DRAMA!!!!!!!!

Okay, so let me introduce you to the main characters of this messy love triangle. There is me(like, duh), Ryan, and Vicki. Can you handle that so far? Okay, good.

My high school Semi-Formal was on Thursday. I went, without a date. Ryan and Vicki were going together. (With me so far?)
Vicki told Ryan to Fuck Off(!!!!!!!) (exclimation point) the minute she got the $45 corsage. Then she ran off.

(It gets worse.)
(And better.)

Okay, so, Ryan is my friend. So me, Ryan, and a bunch of other people were dancing together. Everyone eventually left to go get food, but Ryan and I stayed. So, we danced together for the better part of the night.
Then Vicki came back.
Vicki came, pulled me away from Ryan, and asked if she could dance. I would have been okay with it. I mean, she was technically his date, after all. But Ryan said no.

Vicki leaves, and then Ryan and I dance again. He asks me if I wanted to go out with him sometime, and I said yes(I went skating with him yesterday). Vicki started danced on the amp in front of us, then she promptly fell off and bruised her tailbone.

Does the above evidence make me a skank? Yeah, maybe, but if it does then I'm pretty sure I'm okay with it. Guilty as charged.

-Liz

So, I could possibly have a kidney infection. Possibly. I went to the doctor, and he said I might. He's doing a test, and the results will be back in tomorrow.

Yeah, like that helps me.

But anyways, he said that the worst that could happen would be me having to chug some nasty antibiotics, so, you're not getting rid of me yet.

Infected Kisses,
Liz

Does parenting really sit on intellectual ability?

I don't think so. Parents who are very smart can have more than their share of flaws. Plenty of us had parents who were smart enough but couldn't help us with our geometry homework. Love may not be all you need, but it's definitely one of the major fundamentals.

So if someone is mentally disabled, do social services have the right to take children away from them? 

Just some random thoughts.
The Color Liz

My NaNoWriMo. It's done. My book is not allowed to see the light of day yet, looking back I need to change at least one third of it.
But I wrote my 50k. 51 355 words, to be exact. I don't care about what anyone say about my crappy novel, but I earned my purple bar.

You have no idea how good it feels to have November over and done with.

Hugs and Kisses
The Color Liz