tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31620882011-08-28T22:45:20.665-04:00Where does the time go when it's not around here?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.comBlogger11081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-29658773069104203992007-05-03T09:51:00.000-04:002007-05-03T10:07:23.319-04:00Movin' on up....Ladies and gentlemen. It's official: I have accepted a new job. WOOOOOhoOOOooo!!There is one distinct emotion of joy that comes from two different places. One being that I get to breathe a monumentous sigh of relief and say farewell to all of the garbage that I've recently endured. All the manipulation. All the pretending to work hard (by others). All the complaining (myself Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-16812403173357149842007-04-19T18:40:00.000-04:002007-04-19T19:01:25.829-04:00And you already know, how, this, will end....So although it would be easy to toss the "I'm busy, bite me" explanation for my lack of posting, I won't. However, I have tried. I swear. But for some reason, it hasn't been working. It's entirely possible that I'll spend yet another lengthy amount of time constructing a lovely entry to let you all (all 4 of you now?) know that I haven't fallen off theLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-53681986708394812682007-03-25T19:48:00.000-04:002007-03-25T20:15:26.415-04:00Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1171032228502235432007-02-09T09:08:00.000-05:002007-02-09T09:43:48.593-05:00Master and servants....I am about to make a good case for bringing Handi-Wipes with you when you go to a bar. You never know what may have previously been sitting on that bar stool....Last Saturday, Suz and I went to see the boy perform at the Erotic Poetry and Music festival. (Note: The boy does not necessarily perform erotic music. Or poetry for that matter. But I think there was the word "loinLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1170381144839853792007-02-01T20:51:00.000-05:002007-02-01T20:57:22.230-05:00By the way, here's a picture of my new boyfriend. Or as he's been called, "The Stuffed Guy."Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1170378294724077012007-02-01T20:02:00.000-05:002007-02-01T20:59:16.443-05:00I may be skinny at times but I'm fat full of rhymes....In the tradition of honest intentions and well-meaning resolutions, I'm going strong on my "ToDo" list. This was actually a list that originated while Suz and I were in Florida visiting the folks (what's that you say? You were gone on vacation for a week in the past month?). Suzy, throughout the week mentioned at least 2-3 dozen things that "Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1168024376953655782007-01-05T13:42:00.000-05:002007-01-05T14:20:29.213-05:00So this is the new year and I have no resolutions, for self assigned penance, for problems with easy solutions....Au contraire. I'm actually writing them down for documented proof in 360 days of how miserably I failed at all of them. Actually there are many of them I know I'll keep:1. I have an entire list of races that I plan on doing. And I know those will get done (provided I can get a little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1166712759084256562006-12-21T08:55:00.000-05:002006-12-21T09:56:32.403-05:00The dust has only just begun to form crop circles on the carpet....Multiple things....First, if you have an opportunity, if she's in your area, Go see Imogen Heap!! The boy and I went the other night and were enjoyed it muchissimo. When I was listening to her CD earlier in the day I found myself thinking, "How exactly is she going to get all of this electronic kind of sound to her songs?" (Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1165429317732542302006-12-06T12:59:00.000-05:002006-12-06T13:21:57.760-05:00Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked....And yet another wonderfully nauseating story to file away in the annals of "You deal with that at your job??!!So apparently my research subject yesterday thought it was appropriate to sleep without any pants on. And I don't just mean in his skivvies, because I've had that happen in the past. But full-fledged, nekked, dropped trou in the middle of the Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1165252921802824522006-12-04T12:09:00.000-05:002006-12-04T12:22:01.826-05:00So we keep on waitin', waitin' on the world to change....Quick comment while I have a moment to vent: U of M got SCREWED. I can't even express how much I want to kick some AP and coaches ass. There's just no reason for Florida to be above them other than the fact that everyone is too chicken shit to acknowledge that the BCS DOESN'T WORK. Every damn year there are controversies about it. It's as Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1164122922596773032006-11-21T10:13:00.000-05:002006-11-21T10:28:47.626-05:00Groove is in the heart....Welcome to November! My apologies for leaving you believing that my life has been so dire and miserable for all of this time. But I have my moments, what can I say? When in fact, things have not been so bad I suppose. Provided I don't bounch any more checks, I should be fine for a little while. So what to catch up on from the past month? Well, I don't know. I ran a relayLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1160695966581766062006-10-12T19:27:00.000-04:002006-10-12T19:32:46.656-04:00The future's no place to put your better days....And a big sigh. Amongst grrrrrrs....Sick of it. Sick of it all. The same laments for years. The same issues for years. Is this how boring everyone's life is? Even a new problem would be fine to handle. I will trade you financial woes for a broken arm. Deal? With my luck, I'll probably break my arm tomorrow and then have to deal with both.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1160406311068407922006-10-09T10:17:00.000-04:002006-10-09T11:05:11.096-04:00You were there, and it was good in the beginning....I think that, quite possibly, the best way to start off a Saturday morning of tailgating (yes, our asses were there by 9am, and yes, the game started at 4:30pm) is with the good ol' Captain Morgan and cider. I will refrain from giving you the ratios of rum-to-cider, but suffice it to say that it was enough to have most/all of us a little bit Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1159824076039210512006-10-02T16:54:00.000-04:002006-10-02T17:21:16.076-04:00Cos I miss you, yeahhhhhh, I miss you....Alright. I'm getting a little sick of this spinach ban bullshit. Cos I tend to eat spinach...ooohhh...every day or so. Maybe every other day. I know, what can I say? I love it. I'm a little obsessed. Popeye is my muse. So I'm starting to go through withdrawl. Being forced to eat other vegetables like broccoli and zuccini? (Although I would eat grilled Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1158939804842083862006-09-22T10:50:00.000-04:002006-09-22T11:43:25.736-04:00No body every warned you, or told you what to do....It seems as though it's been a while since I've had any genuinely bizzare events happen that give me a, "WTF??!!" kind of a feeling. Maybe it's because I haven't been paying attention. But one came looking for me yesterday. When I was walking back from the library on campus to work, I have to walk past the entrance to the parking structure of Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1158783193821967022006-09-20T15:24:00.000-04:002006-09-22T10:49:34.676-04:00Alcohol, my permanent accessory....Well I guess it means it was a successful birthday weekend when you end up getting a cold and spend 4 days sounding like you're honking like a duck, snoring when you sleep from being stuffed up, and generally feeling really really awesome. And hot. Ok, fine not really, but nonetheless, I've felt like crap. But it was worth it...oh, was it worth it. Thursday Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1158022196035318912006-09-11T20:03:00.000-04:002006-09-11T20:49:56.066-04:00And I'll keep on runnin', this never-ending race....Well ladies and gentlemen....we survived the triathlon. And for the first time in all of the athletic endeavors that I've undertaken in the past few years....I loved it!! The day started with any number of dumbass Suzy and Lisa moves. First, we woke up late, which doesn't bode well when the race site is about an hour away. Then, I'm a dumbass Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1157648115383160032006-09-07T12:33:00.000-04:002006-09-07T12:55:15.413-04:00I guess I got to beat myself up again....Notes from all over:~ Suz and I are doing our triathlon in approximately 45 hours. I'm getting a little nervous. I don't know why. I have to keep reminding myself that it's not going to be worse than the marathon. Nothing could be worse than the marathon. ~ I almost ran into a deer on my bike on Monday. Had I been a fraction of a second quicker there wouldLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1156252615430961322006-08-22T08:47:00.000-04:002006-08-22T22:15:05.290-04:00And I think it's going to rain today....Last Saturday was one of the last few days that Suz and I would have an opportunity before our triathalon to practice doing a full swim/bike/run (although not entire the full distances of all, but pretty close). We had planned for it all week, and all week, it was sunny and mild and perfect for outdoor exercising. Welllll, not quite so with Saturday. I wokeLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1155259919586332492006-08-10T21:28:00.000-04:002006-08-10T21:34:45.183-04:00Yet another example of dumbass celebrity news having their priorities way the hell out of whack:On Entertainment Tonight today they were discussing the exposure of the foiled terrorist plots. And Mary Hart had an insightful observation about the devastation that could have been unleashed on thousands of people:[paraphrased, but said with the utmost of all seriousness]: "There's no indication yet Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1155237433618622682006-08-10T15:06:00.000-04:002006-08-10T15:17:13.796-04:00This just in, where to begin, grin and bear it, it's bare and grim....Short bits for today:~ One place I would never want to be this weekend: They're holding auditions for SuperNanny at Oakland Mall. Can you just imagaine having that many rotten children in one place at the same time? My biological clocks comes to a screeching halt just thinking about that. **shudder**~ On Sun, the boy was Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1154463753750382132006-08-01T16:10:00.000-04:002006-08-01T16:22:33.823-04:00I'm tired of runnin' let's walk for a minute....So apparently I'm asking for more bodily pain and aspire to have insane goals that I would laugh at in others (laugh at in a "You're out of your mind" kinda way). Well, I'm planning on doing a triathlon in September. Now, before you remind me how much I loathed running the marathon 2 years ago (or how much I asked you to remind me how much I loathedLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1154032674403624482006-07-27T15:53:00.000-04:002006-07-27T16:37:54.480-04:00That girl was a one time teenage drama queen....Yesterday, it became glaringly apparent that I need to stop watching crap entertainment news programs in the evening. Immediately. Or my brain is going to start melting into a pile of goo, as the asinine behavior of celebrities becomes more and more pathetic. Or more like it, the pathetic reporting of the behavior of celebrities has become more Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1153244153949189672006-07-18T13:13:00.000-04:002006-07-18T13:35:54.586-04:00Poppa was a copper, momma was a hippie....Ahhh, the hippies have come a long way. Particularly, the hippies of Ann Arbor. Sunday evening treated the boy and I to an interesting evening of music, and a slightly creepy hippie commune. A friend of his, Tim, was playing with Curtis Eller, toted as the "Angriest Banjo Player in New York." The boy and I didn't really know where we were going, and me, Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1152656321724349352006-07-11T17:49:00.000-04:002006-07-11T18:18:41.810-04:00Better stop now before I start crying....And just so I don't have to complain to anyone else on the phone about the same damn thing over and over (as the three of you I've already hit will be glad to hear), I'll just say it once: I won't be done with my degree program by the end of the summer. I'm not wanting to go into details about why this is (and this time there are multiple reasons) but Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1152278697810185162006-07-07T09:00:00.000-04:002006-07-07T09:24:57.890-04:00Is it any wonder that I'm tired....I've been crabby to be home and back at work this week after having the most fantastic weekend. At the end of the year, Suz and I usually go through and say what our favorite days of the year were. Well, this past weekend will be at the top for sure. We all went up north to the same place that we all used to go as kids that none of us have been to for years. So Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1151612014800511492006-06-29T15:52:00.000-04:002006-06-29T16:13:34.880-04:00Believe it or not, I'm walking on air....Ladies and gentlemen. I have an announcement to make. It's the moment you've(I've) all been waiting for. I would like to announce that I HAVE A START DATE FOR MY NEW JOB. Can you believe it? Yesterday there was this big flurry that apparently my start date had been set to July 1st (yup, that'd be Saturday). So I was getting this barrage of calls and emailsLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1151456282277890122006-06-27T19:43:00.000-04:002006-06-27T20:58:02.366-04:00Help me get my feet back on the ground....Snippity snippet day to catch up. Here's how random my last batch of days has been:~ I went to a birthday party with speakers blaring polka music all afternoon.~ I watched Suz complete a triathlon on Sunday. Needless to say, I'm sold. Stay tuned cos I'm planning on signing up for one in September and probably the leg of a relay in August. The swim leg.~ ILisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1150487339387930472006-06-16T15:27:00.000-04:002006-06-16T15:49:06.140-04:00I can't remember the last thing you said as you were leaving, and the days go by so fast....I recently had a sharp pang upon realizing that things move on without you. That people you used to share everything with have faded, almost to the point of full loss. Certainly to the point of unfamiliarity. Or the point of cordial politeness instead of that manic ease and fun that you always used to haveLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1150147272102633902006-06-12T17:08:00.000-04:002006-06-12T17:21:12.233-04:00I can tell that we goin' be friends....Ohhh...and so Monday drags me down again after such a fun weekend. Even though I know full well that I should be devoting more time to contructive work over the weekend, I justify it allll away. For example, "Well, it's unheard of to do work on Friday night! I just busted my ass all week, I deserve a night off!" Or another example, "Well, I have to clean theLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1149812208123784452006-06-08T20:16:00.000-04:002006-06-08T20:16:48.136-04:00I don't mind, the thing that bothers me is someone keeps moving my chair....Ladies and gentlemen. Something has finally come to the suburban metropolis of Detroit that we've been starving for. That we've been deprived of. That we've driven hundreds and hundreds of miles to get. Oh yes, The new IKEA store opened yesterday. Now, we can all become clones of each other and have more uniform home Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1148564704769501172006-05-25T09:04:00.000-04:002006-05-25T09:45:04.916-04:00Sing me, something brave from your mouth....What the hell was the crapfest that was American Idol last night?? Maybe I'm just impatient and don't like the thought of my brain melting away watching a less-than-bright gal freaking out over a lobster or watching Meatloaf sweating before he even starts singing. Shoot, I would have even clicked over to Lost if I had even a remotely vague clue about Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1148411360543700762006-05-23T14:45:00.000-04:002006-05-23T15:09:20.643-04:00Many precede and many will follow, a young girl's dreams no longer hollow....I was caught very much off-guard today while listening to a CD. I keep hearing all about the Dixie Chicks new cd, so I dug out my old ones to listen since I haven't in quite a while. I was surprised to find myself near tears while listening to "Wide Open Spaces," only because it put me right back in a moment that I had Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1147958563354000752006-05-18T09:07:00.000-04:002006-05-18T09:22:43.480-04:00Well I've seen a thousand things in one place, but stopped my counting when I saw your face....First things first:WTF IS WRONG WITH THE PISTONS???!!!I was watching the game on Monday with my mom and was swearing like a trucker. She was on the phone with my sister Amy and had to tell me to relax with the cursing. So as soon as I get on the phone with Amy to chat, the first thing she says is, "WhatLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1147788702313356722006-05-16T09:42:00.000-04:002006-05-16T10:11:44.406-04:00It's always better on holiday, so much better on holiday....Well, I'm currently on my last full day of my week getaway to Florida. As all vacations, it has gone by way too fast, and I think that's because we've been keeping ourselves super busy while I'm here. Usually when I come down to visit the rentals, after a few days of waking up at 10am, reading my book on the lanai, and eating as much Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1146922767660379532006-05-06T09:21:00.000-04:002006-05-06T09:39:27.780-04:00You outta be proud that I'm getting good marks....So when it's all said and done, I should be graduating from grad school with approximately a 3.9 GPA (owing only to an A- in biostats and a B in economics. Damn you supply and demand!!!). I know I've constantly said that my program was really easy, but I think in general, it's just the dynamic of grad school itself that I find easier to cope with.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1146552070413014912006-05-02T02:31:00.000-04:002006-05-02T02:46:45.993-04:00Say goodnight and go....Yes, I am in fact still alive. Although sometimes I wonder.I know, it's been over 2 weeks. So shoot me. Please?I'm leaving for vacation in 8 days. And I have 22 days worth of work to do between now and then. I'm going to a wedding in Key West with my parents while I'm visiting them in Florida. I'm trying to get my hands on some quaaludes or Valium for the torturous Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1145029084751009052006-04-14T11:22:00.000-04:002006-04-14T11:38:13.526-04:00Baby, you've been going so crazy, lately,nothing seems to be going right, so low, why'd you have to get so low, you're so, that you've been waiting in the sun too long, but if you sing, sing sing sing....Interesting haps in the last week? Sort of. After having a fantastic weekend complete with Frid-err- Saturday night dinner in honor of Pnut being back in town (where as always, the conversation Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1144351253187144442006-04-06T14:57:00.000-04:002006-04-06T15:20:53.286-04:00I'm so much closer than I have ever been....Updates abound:Soooo it's looking like I'm going to be getting a big fat INCOMPLETE for my thesis project this semester. It's so much my own fault for thinking I could get this all done in one semester. I'm waiting to hear from my advisor about how things are going to be arranged for me to finish it next semester as well. I told ya there was just too Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1143656892999331742006-03-29T12:49:00.000-05:002006-03-29T13:28:13.083-05:00In response to a comment from Thursday's post:I have taken measures to minimize the amount that I disclose about the persons or entities that I'm talking about (I don't even use my boyfriend's name for Pete's sake), however this is a mostly recent change on my part. I will therefore be removing most of the older content from this site -- which is something I was planning on doing at some point Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1143578688915195532006-03-28T15:25:00.000-05:002006-03-28T15:46:32.060-05:00You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine and I'll tell you why....I'm being plagued by a green ball. I don't know if it's one of the shiny children's toys they sell in those tall bins at Toys-R-Us that made a break for it, or if it's someone's evil sit-up torture device that they kicked to the curb. Either way, it was wedged between my car tire and the curb last week. I removed it so I Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1143147605767914312006-03-23T15:47:00.000-05:002006-09-22T14:47:42.913-04:00Please please please, no more maladies, I'm so tired of crying, you'd think I was a siren....Three more months? Three more months???!!! THREE MORE MONTHS! I have to deal with all of my crazy mother trucking co-workers at my job that I loathe for 3 more months. I swear I am going to have a mental breakdown before June 30th. IIt's been almost a YEAR that this has been going on. That I've been Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1142876515189247362006-03-20T12:36:00.000-05:002006-03-20T12:43:59.826-05:00Update: Suz's stalker from Friday night came and hunted her down by 9am, bright and early this morning. Hey there stalker??!! How you doin?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1142822895845542152006-03-19T20:25:00.000-05:002006-03-19T21:55:27.060-05:00I felt for sure last night, that once we said goodbye, no one else will know these lonely dreams, no one else will know that part of me....There was the temptation on Friday to choose to either throw all responsibilities to the wind and spend an entire day in a green-and-Guinness-induced haze, or to be a together, responsible student and worker and just meet up "late afternoon to early evening" Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1142363478844802822006-03-14T13:44:00.000-05:002006-03-14T14:20:12.120-05:00Open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find....I am in full-on spring fever mode. It was startlingly beautiful here this weekend and I had to chuck all responsibilites to the side and frolick. Oh yes, there was frolicking. Do you think I'm kidding? Just ask the boy. He frolicks very well. Friday treated Kelly to a surprise party that was indeed much of a Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1141935130763026482006-03-09T15:06:00.000-05:002006-03-09T15:12:10.886-05:00BTW. Not sure if you are as obviously cool as I am and managed to catch America's Next Top Model last night, but this girl on the left? Is it modelesque if I CANNOT stop thinking that she looks like Flavor Flav? Or is that just an indication that I need to stop watching VH1 so damn much?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1141934243960416362006-03-09T14:07:00.000-05:002006-03-09T14:57:24.083-05:00Mine is not a new story, but it is for me....Good news on the job front: I should be starting the 2nd job full-time in the near future. As in very near future. Like April 3rd. As long as my university aren't a bunch of dumbasses and can figure out how to handle all this tricky paperwork in 3 weeks, then it should all be-a-go. It's a nice coincidence that I met with my other boss less than a week Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1141388380821358242006-03-03T06:56:00.000-05:002006-09-22T14:46:13.616-04:00Must you make me laugh so much, it's bad enough we get along so well....My most profound apologies for the week-long absence. Another week of insanity at a breakneck speed. I've been thinking about the time, one day in the future (near future at that) when I'll have one job and no school. WTF am I going to do with all my free time? ***********************Incompetence at work? Last week one Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1140762482273839402006-02-24T00:56:00.000-05:002006-02-24T01:28:17.780-05:00Sometimes I wonder where you're comin' from when you roll in like thunder just to turn around and run, it's a good thing I don't need you to stay....I wish that no one had baggage. I wish that everytime you met someone new and started dating, that they were the first person that you fell for. They were the first one that made you smile when you fell asleep at night. They were the first person Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1140569739529271932006-02-21T19:35:00.000-05:002006-02-21T20:02:50.503-05:00I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes, and I certainly haven't been spreading myself around, I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb, but I'm good at being uncomfortable so I can't stop changing all the time....The worst dream in the world to wake up from to realize that it's only a dream:Stephanie (I think now it was Steph, but it may have been someone else) was Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1140395036959599442006-02-19T18:27:00.000-05:002006-09-22T14:48:50.843-04:00I'll make the most of it I'm an extraordinary machine....Ok, so the gates of hell have temporarily closed and I can keep the fringes of insanity at bay for at least a short time. I've been increasingly frustrated that I'm suspended in a state where I'm wishing for things to be over. Where I'm wishing for time to have fast forwarded itself. Which I loathe doing because it's a pretty miserable way Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1139933446157809082006-02-14T11:05:00.000-05:002006-02-14T11:10:46.176-05:00'Cos we won't have to live this way forever, it's hard to comprimise the things we have....It's official: I'm in hell. Right here. On the threshold. Bring it on. Anything else? Anything other crap ass news or physical pain or things to do that anyone would like to bestow upon me? Anyone?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1139867489084895522006-02-13T16:44:00.000-05:002006-02-13T16:51:29.103-05:00Thought the next time 'round, wouldn't be so bad....I'm infuriated to discover that upon waking up this morning, my throat is once again inflamed like was just a few short months ago. That after being healthy for 6 small little weeks, once again I'm home bound. Granted, it's not as painful, awful, or ugly as last time, but I'm still disgruntled about it. Gee, do ya think it has anything to do Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1139681256085136572006-02-11T12:57:00.000-05:002006-02-11T13:07:36.103-05:00Let's forget we're running out of time....Yes, it seems as though I've vanished off the face of the earth. But like I mentioned before, I should have known that Feb and March were going to be complete insanity. As well, they're shaping up to be. But instead of writing the papers (yup, that's plural) that I have due this week, I'm going splatter off some internet droning. There's a house across Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1139090192428887652006-02-04T15:55:00.000-05:002006-02-04T18:12:21.560-05:00Ugly or pretty, it's still my city, say what you will and get in, or get out....Ok kiddies. Here goes: The good, the bad, the ugly, and the well-hung from last night. Amy, Suz, and Amy's friend Lynda, and Lynda's roommate Marsha, and I, all saddled up to get a piece of the insane downtown action last night. They have this festival called The Motown Winter Blast that boasts all kinds of fun, Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1138918883357468152006-02-02T17:08:00.000-05:002006-02-02T17:21:23.443-05:00It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right....I can't even begin to tell you how much effort and speculation has been put into having the SuperBowl in Detroit. Everyone who lives here is currently holding their collective breaths to see how the city will be received on a national stage. Sure it's eaaaasy pickins. C'mon, if Jimmy Kimmel can pick on Detroit, it can't be that hard. And if I can pickLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1138826775902377352006-02-01T14:47:00.000-05:002006-02-01T15:46:16.000-05:00Blue, why don't you stop, and look at what's going down....I have these great Bath Bombs from Basin that I've been waiting to try out. Essentially, they're giant salt balls that fizz in the tub. I've used the little-sized ones before which get my whole-hearted, happy seal of approval. But I went to use one of the big'uns yesterday. I believe it was the Pacific Ocean style. And ya know what? It'sLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1138659719012735362006-01-30T17:05:00.000-05:002006-01-30T17:21:59.093-05:00Around the world, around the world....The boy and have, on occassion, when arriving home from being out, deemed it necessary to have dance parties in my/his living rooms. We've always had a great time when it's he and I dancing (read: Lisa demonstrating her pseudo-dance/aerobics moves) around singing Hot Hot Heat at the top of our lungs. Although we usually can't hear it over the music. But danceLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1138382253036020262006-01-27T12:03:00.000-05:002006-01-27T12:17:33.126-05:00Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees....I have a new obsession: dried apricots. I'm generally not a big fan of fruit, but for some reason as soon as it becomes dried and shrivelled, I'm on board! But I've usually stuck to dried cherries, and only buy them as a treat since they're about $76 for a little package. So when I discovered dried apricots this week, I think I found the perfect Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1138072338628478322006-01-23T21:56:00.000-05:002006-01-23T22:18:33.886-05:00Every moral has a story, every hand needs a glove, sometime it's for the glory, ah, but mostly it's for the love....After many many hours of toil and trouble, my computer has been restored to full functionality. I may not have mentioned this, but somehow, I managed to delete all of my user accounts, rendering my beloved useless and myself unable to even log back into Windows. I had a computer Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1137607643685649662006-01-18T12:48:00.000-05:002006-01-18T13:07:23.773-05:00If you think growing up is tough, then you've just not grown enough, baby....It has always been my tradition, when confronted with something that hurts me, to essentially curl up in the fetal position and think it all away. I overanalyze every detail of what the situation could possibly mean, what my potential avenues are for handling things, and what the outcomes potentially look like. I know, Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1137345601693955062006-01-15T11:20:00.000-05:002006-01-15T12:27:30.283-05:00And my gastrointestinal festival's best of all....I just may never eat another hot dog as long as I exist on the face of this earth. Now don't go thinking that I tried taking that little Japanese guy down to vie for the hot dog eating champion of the world. But it's almost as bad. Suzy's co-worker Lonnie volunteers for Make-a-Wish, and they needed some last minute volunteers to serve concessions Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1137177002516668822006-01-13T12:33:00.000-05:002006-01-13T15:54:02.500-05:00Time has changed me and left me full of doubt, and my heart may be lost, never to be found....I wish I wasn't so Goddamn sensitive. Because every little thing sometimes feels as though it's going to break my heart. I'm usually not like this, but sometimes....I've been single for a long time, so I'm very accustomed to guys letting me down by blowing me off or not calling. It unfortunately has Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1137102592361063432006-01-12T16:27:00.000-05:002006-09-22T14:50:26.590-04:00The last time, you fall on me, for anything you like....There is only one single thing that I may miss about going to school, ("may" in the absolute weakest of tems) and that's attending the first day of class. There's something promising about the way you feel when you're on your way there. Like, "Hey maybe this time the professor won't be such a dillhole," or "Hey, maybe once, just once there Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1136922027669875542006-01-10T12:52:00.000-05:002006-09-22T14:52:56.090-04:00Well I'm not completely insane, I'm maybe just a little bit crazy....And here's where the straw breaks the camel's back. It's official: today at work, I have become certifiably insane. It may be an imperceptive change, but somewhere in my gut, there's a snap and I'm pretty sure it's just a matter of time until I go postal on my co-workers. I've never actually experienced the physical sense of Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1136397997097551222006-01-04T12:47:00.000-05:002006-01-04T13:09:34.703-05:00There's definitely no logic, to human behaviour....I am somewhat fond of the idea that you learn or discover things every day. Sometimes about yourself. Sometimes you just learn something like the capital of Oregon (Salem). Yesterday was just a day chock full of discovery:1. I've been ranting about these strange sounds that seem to only exist when I'm the only person in my bedroom. They have a Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1136320760550395972006-01-03T13:33:00.000-05:002006-01-03T15:54:35.720-05:00So this is the new year, and I don't feel any different, the clanking of crystal, explosions off in the distance....So I think I'm going to actually write my resolutions down this year and make them incredibly specific. That way when I look back at them in '07, I'll be able to actually document my failures. I hope you had a lovely, alcohol-laden New Year's Eve. It wouldn't be Lisa ringin' in the Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1135969895155819822005-12-30T13:43:00.000-05:002006-09-22T15:29:02.060-04:00 I could make you smile, if you stayed a while, but how long will you stay with me baby....In spite of the fact that I spent far more days in December slumming around at home than I did at work, somehow I can still feel as though the holiday break goes by too quickly. That when I think about the fact that I only have less than 4 measely little precious carefree days left, I get a rising panic in Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1135795805149767942005-12-28T13:31:00.000-05:002005-12-28T13:50:08.633-05:00Haven't laughed this hard in a long time, I better stop now before I start crying...I think that there was a certain manic level to our Christmas celebrations that we hadn't previously seen before. And we all attribute it to our parents not being here to celebrate with us, having made the choice to stay in Florida for the holidays. So it was just my brothers and sisters (minus Brian and his wife)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1135275878449120672005-12-22T12:06:00.000-05:002005-12-22T13:33:44.886-05:00Don't expect too much from my poor old heart, you can blame me unforgiven for my scars....As promised, a year recap, swiped from The Babbling Dweeb. And probably swiped from 10 other people too.1) Was 2005 a good year for you? No, it kind of sucked for the most part. I don't know. It had it's good and bad, but the baddies jump to mind first. 2) What was your favorite moment of the year?That's Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1135057787286682182005-12-20T00:44:00.000-05:002005-12-20T00:49:47.310-05:00Same mistakes that I made before....All the while when I've been sick for the past few weeks, I was never actually tired or felt as though I needed to "rest". Well apparently that phase of my illness saved itself for last. Because I am so friggin' ridiculously tired all the time, it's painful to even admit. Painful to admit I've taken a nap for the past 4 days in a row. We're talkin' like 2+ hourLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1134751701504013362005-12-16T11:12:00.000-05:002005-12-16T11:48:21.603-05:00What ravages of spirit, conjured this temptuous rage....Taken from WebMD.com regarding mono:"Once you have been infected with Epstein Barr Virus, your body may periodically shed (or give off) the virus throughout your lifetime, possibly spreading the virus to others. This can occur despite the fact that you do not have symptoms after your initial mono infection; the virus may still be found in Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1134591997359397772005-12-14T15:05:00.000-05:002005-12-14T15:26:37.463-05:00Is there a way to find a cure for this, implanted in a pill....Well, with my team of doctors poking and prodding me, stabbing me, swabbing my throat, and asking an army of questions, I finally know what the fuck is wrong with me. Ready? Drum roll please....guess who has MONO??!! I thought that was something that only teenagers get. Or people living in dorms. I didn't know that it was common to Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1134411622260453662005-12-12T13:16:00.000-05:002005-12-12T13:20:22.280-05:00And you can't find nothin' at all, if there was nothing there all along....I know these posts are getting horribly repetitive. But yes, still sick. Throat still in serious pain even though I've been on meds for 5 days now. So I'll probably be trekking back to the doctor for the 4th time in 2 1/2 weeks. I have a bad premonition that there's a tonsilectomy in my immediate future. That's how Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1134072837437043122005-12-08T14:48:00.000-05:002005-12-08T16:09:31.753-05:00And I've been up all night, I might sleep all day, get your dreams just right, let them slip away....And yes, it's official: I have strep throat. When I went to the doctor this morning (for the third time in less than 2 weeks), he hardly took one look at my throat and was all, "DUDE! Your tonsils are touching! And I can see the big white spots on them from here! That's gotta hurt!" Yeah no shit Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1133996371990682702005-12-07T17:29:00.000-05:002005-12-07T18:06:27.403-05:00You're a cold that's cloggin' up my head.... Although I have been well enough to resume a normal enough existance for the past few days, I'm rather irritated to have a sore throat that I cannot shake. It set up shop on Mon night, and I thought it was just a side irritation most of the day yesterday. But it is making its presence known today and I think that if I were to get sick again so quickly,Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1133553598960551602005-12-02T14:36:00.000-05:002005-12-02T14:59:59.036-05:00And when I see you, I really see you upside down, but my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around....Would you actually believe that I'm at work today? I woke up with such a determination to leave the couch and Days of our Lives behind and remember what it felt like to be a productive member of society as opposed to a feverish slug milling around the house. So I probably shouldn'tLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1133451532336730562005-12-01T10:28:00.000-05:002005-12-01T10:38:52.366-05:00You're at your best with an ache in your chest and that worn out old song that you play....Yup. Still status quo. As in sick. Went back to the doc, who seems fairly certain that it's the flu. I don't really understand how the flu can cause me to have a fever for full week now, but hey, that's why I don't study infectious diseases....oh wait. I actually do, don't I? Well then, I'm not doing very Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1133284454923355062005-11-29T11:33:00.000-05:002005-11-29T12:14:14.993-05:00Girl, you have no faith in medicine....I feel fairly certain that everytime I write something along the lines of "I'm so happy. La la la," that the powers that be get wind of it and decide to bring me down a couple pegs. Because I have been miserably sick since Thanksgiving night. Yeah, rock on. Way to spend a full 5 vacation days migrating between my bed and couch trying to quell the evil evil Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1132763914307674432005-11-23T10:50:00.000-05:002005-11-23T11:38:34.390-05:00And your mother didn't mind like I thought she would....Ok kiddies. As payment for not writing in so long, it's going to be secret-divulging Wednesday. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce that I, in fact, have been dating someone for the past couple months. Please, withhold all of your shocked gasps until the end of the post. We haven't necessarily sat down and had the state of Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1132253078974927922005-11-17T13:13:00.000-05:002005-11-17T13:44:39.036-05:00Some folks seem to think I only got one problem, I can't find nobody, as crazy as me....One whole week between posts? Geesh, do I suck ass. I think I've resolved this issue though. I'm going to just have to write the posts at home offline and then post them posthumously. Not quite as up-to-the-minute riveting, but hey, it's better than the slacker that I've been. So here's a rundown of what has Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1131730805053534082005-11-11T12:31:00.000-05:002005-11-11T12:40:05.066-05:00American girls, oh! oh!, American girls....The best news I could have had on a Friday? My fav local station has re-added This American Life to its lineup. Not to mention Tavis Smiley on Sunday mornings too (although I have a prior engagement with the Time Warp on a different radio station at the same time). So once again, 3pm on Friday afternoons are my favorite time once again when everything Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1131657328178366792005-11-10T15:42:00.000-05:002005-11-10T16:15:28.263-05:00Ain't no thang but a chicken wang....I've spent the past 5 hours researching avian flu, and it's official: we're all fucked. Ok, not necessarily true. But still, it certainly has the potential to kill a whole host of people. Granted, the majority of the hype is media-driven, but should the virus get itself juuuust right so that it transmits from human to human, we could be in a whole world of Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1131525628768974712005-11-09T03:11:00.000-05:002005-11-09T03:40:40.233-05:00When you feel the world is crashing all around your feet, come running headlong into my arms, breathless....I'm getting disgruntled at how I've started treating my blog lately. As though it is only of importance between the days of Tuesday to Thursday. Mostly because those are increasingly becoming the only few spare moments with internet at hand (without crazy co-workers peering over shoulders, Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1131166712351708172005-11-04T23:45:00.000-05:002005-11-04T23:58:32.376-05:00I can't take my eyes off of you....There is something inherently divine and romantic and perfect about falling in love with someone that you walk past on the street with Damien Rice as your soundtrack. Although I would hope that my love/Jude Law wouldn't cheat on me with Julia Roberts. Or with his nanny for that matter. But damn what I wouldn't give to have a little slice of Natalie Portman's Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1131044729990890802005-11-03T13:51:00.000-05:002005-11-03T14:05:30.086-05:00But in my defense, I'd do it again....The offices for my new job are actually located inside the medical library on campus. So right outside the door I enter, are a few comfy couches and little coffee table things for people to congregate, should they feel the inclination. Everytime I've come in and out of the door for the past two hours, there is a guy sleeping on one of the chairs with his feetLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1130942430678007232005-11-02T09:12:00.000-05:002005-11-02T15:13:31.756-05:00So go on, if this'll make you happier, it got you this far, did what you had to....The best thing about your friends and family buying you concert tickets for your birthday is that not only do you get to see kickass shows and you know that your friends and family know what you like best, BUT the concerts usually aren't for multiple weeks/months after your actual birthday. The celebration time Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1130878067612714202005-11-01T15:06:00.000-05:002006-09-22T14:54:55.906-04:00Did you get my message? Woohoooooo.....Ahhh, the era of the text message. It has replaced phone calls, emails, IMs as the new sly way to send booty calls/sweet romantic messages to a significant other/not-so-significant other. And I'm sure that once I discover that Sprint does not allow me to send 37 text messages a month for free, my texting days might be over. But it may seem slightly sad that Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1130433677830666342005-10-27T12:30:00.000-04:002005-10-27T13:21:17.943-04:00Move bitch, get out the way....Last night I went and had dinner at a Thai restaurant in Ferndale, and as soon as we sat down, our waitress was asking us, "You married?" "You planning on marrying her?" while checking out both of our ring fingers. The boy and I thought this was very amusing as it couldn't be any further from the truth. Throughout the rest of the meal, our saucy waitress was quite Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1130273688933171082005-10-25T16:23:00.000-04:002005-10-25T16:56:59.490-04:00How long, to sing this song....All I've wished for today was:1. I had infinite patience to deal with my crazy co-worker. 2. I had a photographic memory so that I could perfectly remember every single detail about the concert last night, so that I would never have to worry that the hands of time might fade the images I so desperately want to have cemented in permanently. 3. I was going to the Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1130188393621643192005-10-24T17:03:00.000-04:002005-10-24T17:13:13.680-04:00Oh you look so beautiful tonight....I woke up this morning certain that I was more excited than I've ever been on Christmas morning because it's U2 CONCERT DAY!!!! I honestly have been giddy today. Anyone driving past me on the road was surely laughing at my animated rockin' out. Or anyone in the parking structure may have noticed me actually squealing out loud. I have so so much to say about Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1129665213640278202005-10-18T15:34:00.000-04:002006-09-22T14:57:09.276-04:00There's nothing you can throw at me, that I haven't already heard....Greetings from your neighborhood coffeeshop. Or my neighborhood coffeeshop. Actually it's not even really my neighborhood anymore. It was when I lived in Royal Oak, but even then, I would still drive here instead of walking the 6 blocks here. Hey, my laptop is heavy to tote around, so BACK OFF! Today is the first day that I've Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1129587880342978012005-10-17T18:04:00.000-04:002005-10-17T19:58:10.930-04:00I don't need to hear you say, that if we weren't so alike, you'd like me a whole lot more....In honor of there being t-minus 7 days from this very moment that Suzy and I will be entering into the ecstasty that will be the U2 concert, I'll be making an effort to have all my song lyrics be U2 tunes. As that is all I'll be listening to over and over again between now and then. I took a peek at some Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1129223709755756332005-10-13T12:43:00.000-04:002005-10-13T13:24:17.430-04:00Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole....Well, I thought this constituted a full blog response as opposed to a response via comments, but if you'd like to see which comment I'm referring to, please see last Friday's post (Oct 7th).Alright. Well. Yes I acknowledge that unreliability in others is not something that is likely to change. That these flaws of character are as ingrained within Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1128999246493961542005-10-10T22:42:00.000-04:002005-10-10T22:57:53.260-04:00Be careful they say, don't wish life away....Not too much to rant about. Or not anything that I'd particularly want to....Woke up 10 minutes before I was supposed to be walking out the door this morning. Still not entirely positive how my clock switched from 7am to 7pm, but it may have been while I was cleaning it....My roommate had a big housewarming party with a lot of her family yesterday. Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1128721795970234002005-10-07T17:33:00.000-04:002005-10-07T17:55:36.296-04:00I can't wait to call you, tell you that I landed somewhere....I'll never understand the quirk of seemingly every boy: why is it so difficult to call when you say you're going to? I just don't understand it. Why does "middle of the week" mean "late on Friday"? Why does "tomorrow" mean "late enough that we can't meet up but I still called so you can't be upset that I didn't"? I honestly don't Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1128629079554621522005-10-06T15:38:00.000-04:002005-10-06T16:09:30.540-04:00I'm so much older than I can take....I have always been told that I look and seem older than I am. Even back in the day when I was in high school, Amy and I would always challenge people to guess which one of us was older. That is, when we were in our teens and always wanted to win that battle of looking older. Which is a tune that may have changed slightly by now. But constantly, people assume Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1128544666709853252005-10-05T16:24:00.000-04:002005-10-05T16:37:46.740-04:00I'm such a baby, cos the dolphins make me cry....I've been surprised to be perusing the radio dial and/or VH1 (during the rare moments when they actually show videos) to discover the resurgence of some of my favorite, long-lost 90's bands. Hootie and the Blowfish has a new album? As does Vertical Horizon? As does Depeche Mode? I thought that these bands could not return after a certain expirationLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1128453860209048542005-10-04T14:32:00.000-04:002005-10-04T15:24:34.540-04:00What goes around comes around, what goes up must come down....This morning on my way to work, some jackass in a red minivan felt the need to speed up past me so they could cut into the left lane in front of me and up to the left turn lane (because being one car ahead in traffic makes such a difference). Normally, this would have irritated the hell out of me and I wouldn't have let them in. But Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162088.post-1128044439238156702005-09-29T21:19:00.000-04:002005-09-29T21:42:22.566-04:00Everything's not lost....I know I mentioned before returning from vacation that one of my goals was to do one thing everyday that made me happy. Well, I'm pleased to report that this tact has been going swimmingly. Whether it's cutting roses from the garden to enjoy, having Indian food for dinner, sitting out in the backyard in the middle of the afternoon writing a letter, taking a bath, sleepingLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290367792684182669noreply@blogger.com0