Breathless and Sweetass.

Goodnight, Livejournal.

2006-06-13T19:09:24Z

I never feel like posting on here or reading my friends list.

If you'd like to keep up with my escapades and occasional rants, subscribe to my myspace blog.

Otherwise, it's been swell.

xo,
Elizabeth

I find hotness in the visceral, the visceral in the practical.

2006-03-28T08:00:37Z

So. Anybody that knows me well, knows that I battle with recycling periods of paralyzing self-doubt. And these periods suck. And nothing can ever pull me out of them except my own realization that I don't suck.

Happily, this time, the realization has come quickly, and I am once again writing, painting, and soon to start dance lessons through UW.

On a similar tack, tonight I have been rearranging and deep-cleaning my room.

It looks hot, postage stamp-sized as it is.

In addition, I have been drinking red wine all night. Although I wasn't necessarily doubting my sex appeal this go-around, I am quite aware of it tonight. Even though my teeth are wine-stained and I bashed my toe dismantling my desk, and it is a bloody mess.

Especially because I bashed my toe into a bloody mess.

Blood, sweat, and red wine, baby.

elleellen @ 2006-03-12T21:31:00

2006-03-13T05:32:29Z

My roommate went to Mexico with her parents a couple weeks ago, and she brought back Mexican jumping beans.

They creep me out.

Seriously.

This thing is very dusty, considering I've been blowing it off, har har.

2006-03-06T21:53:21Z

Alright, alright already. Since Joanna (ladymuscadet) has nudged me, I shall now update my livejournal.

Hello, friends!

I have not been posting much lately. Mostly because I don't really have anything to post about.

I work at my job, which I like. I go out with friends, whom I like. And I wander around Seattle, which I love.

Nothing exactly crazy or exciting has happened lately. No thrilling news, no major upsets.

No new boys, no new drama.

I'm just kind of doing my thing, and living life quietly. Which is good for right now.

It looks like I won't be going back to school until spring of '07, just because I've had a bitch-hell-ass of a time getting my car registered/driver's license/etc. For various reasons too boring to go into, it's been a fucking month and a half-long process. Maybe it's for the best, since neither my financial situation nor my mom's (whose help I will need if I'm going to be in school) is all that stable.

I do want to be back in school, though.

Now, as it is a beautiful, sunny, breezy day, I shall go clean my car and get my oil changed. Huzzah.

elleellen @ 2006-02-06T16:58:00

2006-02-07T01:04:11Z

Things: Good.

Ass: Fat.

Work: Slow, but fun.

Heart: On the fence. Fickle fickle fickle.

Book: Erotism. Georges Bataille. Good stuff, but a little verbose and convoluted in wording. I'm thinking some stuff gets lost in translation. Won't know 'til I read the original in French.

Car: Parked in the carport until the title, which had to be re-issued, gets here from Tennessee along with forms from my mom giving me power of attorney to register it, so that I can finally register it. Clusterfuck.

Apartment: Lookin' rather sparkly with its new coat of paint and the long hours of organization and deep-cleaning I've given it in the past few days.

Je marche en avant.

elleellen @ 2006-01-13T19:30:00

2006-01-14T03:32:28Z

Haven't felt like updating lately.

Not too much news.

Workin', workin'.

Started a second job, which is going alright.

Other Elizabeth came out, I cherished her sweet face, but alas, it rained the whole time, and the only show we made it to was half-awful (the opening band was le good).

I have three crushes. I am a dork.

I still really love Seattle, and am pretty thankful, every day, that I had the opportunity to move out here.

And I am starving.

Need nachos now.

NOW!

elleellen @ 2006-01-01T10:51:00

2006-01-01T19:03:31Z

Well hot damn happy new year.

I am in a far better mood today than I was yesterday.

The year has dawned all shiny and fresh and new.

[And rainy, of course, as this is Seattle].

But I am feeling that inner sunshine.

Last night, I didn't feel like going out and subjecting myself to the evil whims of 2005, still trying to sink its claws into me. Which was wonderful, because I ended up just staying home with my roommate and her friends, eating the nice, healthy meal she cooked for us all, and drinking a healthy mix of wine, beer, whiskey, and champagne.

I had already gotten my New Year's kiss under my belt, the night before. We agreed that it would count for last night. And anyway, the first person I kiss in 2006 is going to be somebody I actually care about.

I was feeling loved, and that's all that's important at the end of a year.

Today, my boss and I are going out to lunch, and to see the Louis Comfort Tiffany exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum. I am excited. I have never been to the museum before, and it's bound to be a really beautiful exhibit (been wanting to see it for the past two months).

Anyway. Happy New Year. Rock on, Seattle. Rock over New Orleans.

elleellen @ 2005-12-31T12:52:00

2005-12-31T20:57:37Z

What a cataclysmic, life-changing, heart-breaking, lesson-learning, far-moving, earth-shattering (or at least wobbling, on its axis, as of last December), poignant, terrible, awful, wonderful fucking crucible of a year.

Cheers, 2006.

May you open with wider opportunity, and set the world on a tack for positive change.

[I am at a loss for what to do tonight. I could do the usual bar-hopping thing, and kiss some random whoever. Or I could drive to the coast, and send the old year off with a kiss to the sea. Change, change, I want change. But do I want the slow-moving change of the earth turning, or do I really, truthfully want the upheavals that so characterized 2005. I think this is something I need to realize.]

elleellen @ 2005-12-27T11:08:00

2005-12-27T19:13:02Z

Spent Christmas in Portland with family (cousins).

My cousin that lives down there rocks.

This was the first time I've left Seattle for more than a couple hours, since I moved here.

Which is bizarre, considering what a little explorer I usually am.

And how often I would jet out on escape missions from everywhere else I've ever lived, having grown tired of them and desperate for new scenery.

I guess Seattle is large enough that I feel like I'm still exploring it.

But I am very excited that Portland has now opened up for me, with friends and family and such there.

Next stop, Vancouver, B.C.

Or California.

Or Puerto Rico.

You ain't got nothin' on Florida, bitches.

2005-12-14T17:41:08Z

California oranges suck.

Rock-hard, pithy, watery things.

Meme, yoinked from Joanna.

2005-12-10T00:42:46Z

Meme: Take the first sentence from your first post of every month of 2005 and post them in paragraph form.

January: "And it's already been a beautiful new year."

February: "I need a new job."

March: "Fate and love, I think, are not without a sense of irony."

April: "I feel disgusting." (Apparently, I had just eaten a latke and some mac 'n cheese from Whole Foods).

May: "Josh is in Vicksburg for the week." (And good fucking riddance. Would that he'd stayed there. That monster).

June: "Quick update; I don't really feel like livejournaling lately."

July: "In Tennessee until Wednesday. Then, off to the West."

August: "Today, I met lots of people, saw fun bands, talked to other artists, drank beer, took a long nap."

September: "Um. Fucking hot?" (Linked to the Aeon Flux trailer).

October: "Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man." (Taken off a meme!)

November: "It is gripping, for those of us who see God embodied in Nature, to reflect on the fact that Nature is neither merciful nor forgiving."

December: "I am one wild little firecracker."

Fuck soy.

2005-12-07T19:55:45Z

It's done.

My five-year love affair with soy milk is over.*

I'm not any thinner, my skin's not any better, my allergies are not any less allergic.

I don't feel like I'm really getting all that much protein.

And by dammit, I had a nonfat latte yesterday, and it was just about the best latte I've ever had.

I have been drinking bitter, flavorless, watery muck.

And lying to myself, in saying that I enjoy it better.

I don't care about the millions of pus particles per glass of milk; it gives it FLAVA.

Plus, conventional milk is hard to come by out here; most of the grocery stores are all-organic.

I was never really going to quit eating dairy all the way, what with cheese and sour cream being so tempting.

And now, I will once again have calcium in my diet.

I think I'm going to go buy a thing of whole milk, and slam down some cereal.

Dammit.

*Although this will not prevent me from eating tofu, which I really love, soy tempeh, which is great in veggie chili, or edamame, yum.

elleellen @ 2005-12-03T11:27:00

2005-12-03T19:34:14Z

I am one wild little firecracker.

And a complete trouble maker.

And haha: my roommate from the first semester of freshman year at Loyola; her myspace profile has so much ridiculous blinky, scrolling pink crap on it that it crashes my current roommate's computer.

I think I am going to go to the gym, sit in the sauna, and sweat out all the alcohol.

I wish I had someone to come with me and gossip.

elleellen @ 2005-11-24T21:11:00

2005-11-25T05:13:59Z

Had a yummy Thanksgiving with my roommate's family.

Here is a haiku about it:

We were thanks-giving,
Full glasses and brimming hearts;
I am full of pie.

elleellen @ 2005-11-18T03:25:00

2005-11-18T11:27:12Z

Just saw Harry Potter.

Hells eff fucking yes.

They left out very very much, and changed a few things around (it seems like each movie gets a little bit further off from the books)...

But they still did a pretty damn good job of cramming a one thousand page novel into less than three hours.

Although I could have handled another hour.

But woot yes hot.

But wah, as I will now have to wait for at least another year, probably more, for the next book or movie to come out.

Wah.

Zooey.

2005-11-14T07:24:05Z

My old roommates' kitten.

elleellen @ 2005-11-10T01:56:00

2005-11-10T09:57:43Z

In all honesty, I don't think it would be any better if I knew what I was doing.

And I kind of love the vertiginous feeling of flinging myself into the unknown.

I wish I could just fling myself further.

elleellen @ 2005-11-01T13:06:00

2005-11-01T21:07:29Z

It is gripping, for those of us who see God embodied in Nature, to reflect on the fact that Nature is neither merciful nor forgiving.

elleellen @ 2005-10-21T09:16:00

2005-10-21T16:22:00Z

I have closed down a bar, every night for the past three nights.

Last night, a pal and I partied with rockstars.

But not like rockstars.

Unless we're talking rockstars who just love them some bourbon.

Them, I like.

Who thought being legal would be so fun.

Tonight, however, it is sleepy wholesomeness.

elleellen @ 2005-10-20T04:21:00

2005-10-20T11:22:52Z

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH OMFG NO GOD WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

WHY.

WHAT.

The fuck.

WHAT.

Jesus effing H. Christ on a fucking pogo stick.

Fate, why are you such a cruel bitch.

World, why are you so small.

elleellen @ 2005-10-19T13:22:00

2005-10-19T20:25:55Z

The only thing "Dum" was the bar we were in.

There was dancing, shameless bartender-flirting, New Orleans (and Central Mississippi) toasting, and most definitely, puking. NOLA, we did you proud.

elleellen @ 2005-10-12T13:10:00

2005-10-12T20:10:44Z

I'm all riled up, and I've got nowhere to go.

elleellen @ 2005-10-09T18:45:00

2005-10-10T01:46:21Z

"While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats." --Mark Twain

elleellen @ 2005-10-07T19:21:00

2005-10-08T02:21:52Z

The Wild Rose
Random Brutal Love Dreamer (RBLDf)

shmolorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.

You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.

Your exact opposite:
The Dirty Little Secret

Deliberate Gentle Sex Master

The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.

"You're never truly single as long as you have yourself."

ALWAYS AVOID: The Bachelor

CONSIDER: The Vapor Trail.

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: bahblam

elleellen @ 2005-09-28T03:54:00

2005-09-28T10:56:49Z

My computer is going to cost $800 to fix.

Aka, I am just going to buy a new one.

When I can afford one.

On my own.

Because my parents have bought me my last two laptops.

Which means: yeah right, like I'm going to blow a thousand bucks on anything right now. I am trying to go to Europe.

So. Computer use will be sporadic at best, indifferent most probably, and despondent the most.

I'm not all that upset.

Except now how will I write my novel.

Longhand sucks, need more wpm.

Ohman. Being of age in this city is a whole new ball of wonderful. Tonight was le awesome.