Yes, this just further proves that I apparently exclusively date psychos. After riding a roller coaster of mixed emotions, I decided that it's best to just laugh at it, while quietly thinking in the back of my head, "My God. Why me?"

Let me explain.

I was leaving work today. It's 10 p.m. I am walking to my car, as I am getting closer I see something on my car, under the windshield. I sort of get excited thinking, "Oh my!! Someone left something for me! I have a secret admirer!" Silly me. I apparently am not worthy of a sane, nice, educated, employed good guy. So, I get closer and one of the guys I work with is like, "It looks burnt."

"It" was my ex-boyfriends photo album. You know the one with pictures of "us." He left it on my car. What really kind of irked me is that he put it under the windshield wiper. Bud, it's a new car, don't jack it up already!

Now, I am not exactly sure what he did to it. That would involve actually calling him, which one I cannot do and two I will not do. My friend, Cort inspected it with me. The conclusion we came to is that there must have been a multi angle attack on the album. We believe that there was a combination of fire, dirt and possible scratching involved. One theory that we have created is that it is possible that he dug a pit threw the album in there, set it on fire, and then the fire needed to be put out so he threw dirt on top of it to smother it. Second theory involves him running over it several times, but this one would not explain the burntness of it. I guess this is just one of those things only he knows for sure.

Now, you may be thinking, well that's pretty fucked up but not psycho. Let me explain my concern. Last I heard from him, he was leaving Florida all together, because he was dying. (I'm not really sure, but that's what he told me.) So he continued to text message me throughout his journey. First he made a stop in north Florida to stay with his brother. Then they both traveled back to Ohio. He even messaged me when he "got" to Ohio. So this was about 2 weeks ago now. I have not talked to him for over two months.....He does not know I have a new car. I'm....not....really...sure....what....to....think..... Just a bit perturbed.

We don't have any mutual friends either that would have told him. Really he didn't have any friends down here. Only the people he worked with. Then when we broke up, he made some friends but not people that knew me. I only go to work and school. Sooooo....it's just weird that he would have known I had a new car. Unless he is spying on me. But, why the Hell would he have come back from Ohio??? He has no family or connections in Florida. Besides me. Dammit, he told me he went to Ohio to die. Lousy piece of crap can't even make good on that promise. (Yes, I am kidding, sort of.)

So......ya. I don't know. In the end, I just don't know. I guess it speaks for itself. If anything, he had some pictures of me that I didn't have sooo, at least I got them back. That's a plus.

My Conclusion: I am destined to only date psychos. Nice, fun, attractive, intellectual boys are too busy or think they are too good for me. *sigh* looks like I am not getting married til I am 30--if ever.

Coming Soon: My boyfriend application...

PSA

When I first joined MySpace, I added anyone to my friends list that sent me a request. It seemed like the right thing to do, after all I would look through other people's profiles and they would have like 500 friends and I barely had 20 so dammit if they could do it surely I could do it too.

Yes, I look at this too now and think, man, that is sooo high school. Which it really is. MySpace is the flucked up internet version of high school. I have decided to treat MySpace like I did in high school. I am not interested in being the most popular person in here because it is overrated and only seeks to breed drama.

If there is one thing in this world I hate with a passion it is drama. Life is too short to bitch and worry about small things. What does not kill us will only make us stronger. El Fin.

Getting back from my original tangent, MySpace. I have decided that I am going to do a weekly deletion of friends (don't worry y'all, I say weekly meaning on my time which will either mean, randomly or bi-weekly, or monthly). Basically I am now actually taking a minute or two to see who I add to MySpace. If you look annoying I probably won't add you. If you are one of those band profiles, I won't add you. I hate getting a million bulletins a day saying "Come check us out at this or that bar" or those social loser ones that say "Hey we're meeting up at Banana Joe's tonight, everyone is invited to come." Here's the thing, I don't party with strangers. If I go out, it's with people that I know will ensure at the end of the night I end up in my bed, and if not, in a good trustworthy friends bed. Also, its annoying to send out a kazillion "Tom is going to make us all pay for MySpace, damn the man!" bulletins a day. If the collapse of MySpace, equals the collapse of your social empire, here's my advice, back away from the computer, open up the blinds, slowly take a step or two outside. Get to know the real world. There is life away from MySpace. Don't get me wrong, MySpace is fun, but if tomorrow it is shut down and I have to pay for it, the only thought I will have is "damn now I can't harass my friends and make fun of their profiles." Life will move on, Tom is not God. *gasp*

Basically, what I am trying to say is that if I look at your profile and at the end of the day feel that you are nothing but a space filler that annoys me with dumb messages I am going to delete you. Oh well, if nothing else, this shall teach you one important lesson: Life will move on even if Liz is not my friend.

Also, since I clearly state in my profile that I am not looking to hook up, yet I still get messages from guys asking I am in a moral dilemma. Should I post them here? or feel sorry for them that they cannot read? Really I get some funny shhheeeeiiit.

Ode to MySpace

Ode to MySpace
Current mood: amused


This whole MySpace thing is boggling. I joined it a few months ago just because a couple of my friends were on it and it seemed semi interesting. Now I am hooked. Well not totally hooked, I just check it every time I get on the computer, which is like every other hour or so. (I’m a college student not a hermit).



The people on here are intriguing. It’s like you look at their profiles and think, gosh this person really exsists and in real life they are probably 10 times more annoying than they are on MySpace. Don’t get me wrong, MySpace has some cool as people on it. All I am saying is that it has its share of freaks as well.



My Ode to why I am addicted cringing at MySpace people:



All the skank ass ho’s who are looking for love. Some might ask, if you look that good why are you so desperate to get laid. But yet you found a place that allows you unlimited idiot to tease.


Men who are not capable of taking pictures unless it is through a mirror and shirtless. At least if you are going to resort to doing this, smile. You look like a fool, deep down in your heart I think you know you look like a fool, so get a good laugh at yourself for doing something dumb.


Chicks with the military obsession. Seriously these girls who have only military men on their profiles, it’s so weird. I’m baffled by it because, I can’t tell if they only go for military guys or if they are trying to show that they support the troops. Either way, there are better ways to go about the cause.


Those of you that put pictures of yourselves with cell phones. Um, could you not wait five more minutes finish up your call and THEN take a picture?? Was MySpace so urgent that the picture must be taken right now with your web cam??? Or are you trying to convince us that you have friends? Hmmm, I wonder.


Message maniacs. You know the people that will message you five days in a row, with the exact same typo laden message.


There’s more. Oh boy, there are more.

Now I feel Better

Things that annoy me…



People that call and leave freaking 10-minute messages on my cell phone. “Hi, this is Liz, leave a message and a number and I will get back to you,” what is there to converse about? No one is going to answer you. Name and number that is all that is necessary. Otherwise, tell me about your day when I call you back. And the most annoying thing about this….you can’t erase the message until it’s played all the way through.
People that throw glass containers on neighborhood sidewalks. Use a trashcan, that is what it is there for. While we are on the subject of sidewalks, use them if you are walking. Seriously, why do people walk in the street when there is a perfectly good sidewalk right there? Better yet, why do people push their kids in strollers down streets? Also, bicyclist, if you can’t keep up with the speed limit, you shouldn’t be on the streets either.
People that do not know how to spell check. Mind you, I know I am not perfect and I make typos, but for goodness sakes when did society decide that like is spelled leik??? That drives me nuts! It takes a total of maybe 5 extra minutes to run your document through spell check and reread it yourself. Also, if you don’t know how to use a word…just don’t use it. Better yet, go find a dictionary or thesaurus.
People that copy everything you do. Like if you like something all of a sudden they love it.
People that ask me if I am a natural redhead. Yes, stupid I am. My eyebrows are red. Plus that is freaking rude to ask someone.

Where's the Respect?

Where is the respect?

What the Hell is wrong with people? I swear some people have no manners, respect or common freaking sense. I went to the beach today with a friend. We set up our little spot and just enjoy the beach.



Well, this family comes and sits next to us. It was a man and a woman, a teenager and two small kids. The teenager kept staring at us hardcore. I mean to the point that it was uncomfortable and embarrassing. OK, so after a few hours of this I was getting pretty pissed. Seriously, I don’t think I could stare at myself THAT long. I cannot even describe how blatant he was being. I mean he was less than 10 feet away and just turned directly at us.



So….Then the family decides to feed the birds. I am terrified of birds, especially seagulls. If they get to close I flip out. So this huge ass swarm of seagulls goes nuts right next to us. I have a panic attack and decide to go chill my ass out by the water. Honestly, I hate birds.



Finally they run out of food and the birds clear out. So I go back up to where my stuff is. Some time goes by. Yes he is still staring. Out of the blue this guy comes up to me and scares the beejeezus out of me. He tells me he is visiting from India and wanted to know if he could take a picture with me as a souvenir. (On a side note, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me, but the other time it was like a 16-year-old kid). I didn’t want to be mean so I said OK. So I take the picture with him and he hovered around for a little bit making random small talk and what not.



SO THEN, seeing this, little Mr. Staring pants decides to whip out with the camera phone. Turns and starts snapping pictures of us! I mean this guy must have taken 20 pictures of us! The couple behind us noticed too and started talking about it. I just was dumbfounded. NEVER would I ever be so rude that I could imagine doing that! I just really, and I may go on rambling about this for a while, but it just pissed me off! I do not understand people. I literally had to block him from taking pictures. It may not have pissed me off so much if it were just one but literally I could not do anything without this guy snapping away. I’m just really at a loss for words. Freaking moron.
Am I right?

The Beach and Sorry Ass Guys

I went to the beach today. I had thought I'd escape there with a normal day but no. Never. WHY?! Well I will explain what happened later.

I had posted this on my other blog awhile ago and felt it deserved another posting here. So read on and hopefully you will learn something.

So fellas. Let's chat. Obviously there are some sorry ass guys out there that need some help. Because we met them all at the beach today.

1. It's a beach. Expect to see girls in bikinis. If you can't handle it, stay home. Don't walk behind a girl and say "Damn, that's hot." Ya, I know my ass is hot. Stop drooling.
2. Don't sit within 5 feet of someone else at the beach. So not cool. Furthermore, don't be creepy and just move closer, then rotate so that you are perpendicular to us, and then perch yourself up so you have a better view. We have eyes too. We can see you. AND if you are going to do all this, then don't whistle. You are 2 feet away, why not say, "hello."
3. "Hey, pretty momma, come here." Anything that includes "come here" is wrong. If you want to talk to me, then walk your ass over here otherwise, buh bye.
4. Throwing or kicking a ball, especially a soccer ball, directly at a girl and then saying, "hey a little help?" is LAME. Doing it more than once is ULTRA LAME.
5. No girl is ever going to talk to you after you walk by and make a kissing noise at her. It's ultra creepy. What are you trying to accomplish?
6. "Hey, don't leave the beach so soon, come here!" Obviously, I'm not leaving if I don't have my beach bag with me, what do you think? I was laying in the sand with no towel? I am trying to use the bathroom. SHUT UP. Seriously, 5 guys, stopped their game of football, to carry on with this crap as we walked up the beach to the bathrooms.
7. Don't sneak up out of nowhere and try to hold a conversation. If we weren't looking at you, don't come over. Not interested. Oh and if a girl tells you she is from Ohio. She's lying. That's code for...I don't want to talk to you go away. And no it's not impressive that your aunt's band plays in the town I pretend to live in.
8. If you are 40, I am sorry, but you can't see my tits or ass. I don't care how cool you think your bike is. I'm still not impressed.
9. If you have your girlfriend with you. Stop staring you pig! I know you wish your girlfriend was hot like me, but still. Not cool.

Yes all of these things happened. All different guys. We even had some repeat offenders. Hopefully this will serve as some help for guys with no clue trying to be cool.

She's dying...

My car is sick and I believe she is dying. She was born the summer of 1995; my mom bought her brand new. She is a Chevrolet Cavalier, teal in color. In 2000, my mom gave her to me to drive. She has been through a lot with me. In 2001, she got hit in the driver’s side rear quarter panel when I was backing out of the school parking lot. The bitch that hit me lied and basically the dent never got fixed. I suppose it’s ok, the dent has been hit several more times. It’s been a reliable car. However, in the last few weeks all of the dashboard lights have come on at one time or another. Then today as I was backing out of my space at Wal-Mart, she shut off. I got her restarted and figured it was a fluke. Later on, I was at the stoplight near my house and she shut off again. Yeah, I was the first person in line and the light was green. Again, after several tries, I got her restarted. So, please keep her in your prayers as she is dying slowly. She is my friend. My very silent friend whose horn does not work.

Next item, I am going to get a new car soon. The problem lies in the fact that I don’t know what kind of car I want to get. Currently, I am thinking either a New Beetle or a Tiburon. Either way it will probably be a 2003 or 2004. I am not too picky about the color, but preferably not white. Let me know what you think.

The first day of class was OK. I had Media Ethics with Dr. Leslie who is a crazy cranky old man. Then I had Multimedia Journalism class with Dr. B. That class is going to be very demanding but a great learning experience. He already gave us homework! We have to write an article on a classmate. The article has to have 3 interviews including the person. All due Wednesday. It’s all good. Saw creepo mc stare window today. Can’t wait to see what my classes are like tomorrow. I have Features writing and Magazine design. Then work all night.

For My Friend Pedro AKA Smithopher

Three Mississippi Is Where I'm At Tonight

Well, it's been a bad week so far. Not horrible just a lot of crap. Things got pretty sour with my ex, we broke up in March but tried being friends. However, that didn't work and everytime things didn't go his way he threw shit back in my face so I broke off all connections with him. I think the hardest thing for me is that there was so much deceit and that he wasn't who I thought he was. The last fews days, the song "Three Mississippi" by Terri Clark has been playing non-stop in my cd player, just because it is exactly how I feel. Since I know you are interested, here is the chorus to the song:

One Mississippi I close my eyes
Two Mississippi Im beggin' you and we can still survive
Three Mississippi No looking back,
Gone for good and i know that,
I wont Change my mind...
Three Mississippi is where I am tonight

The people I work with are morons. Well the guys are anyway, I guess that is true in general. I was on the floor to spy on a shoplifter and as I pass the cashwrap, 3 male cashiers yell out, "Hey LP?! What's up?!!" Good thinking! Great cover dumbasses.

I have more to say but I don't know what to say so I won't say anything at all. Have a nice night. Don't steal.

Guess who's back? Back again...Lizzie's back...tell a friend.

It's been awhile since I have posted on here so I guess I am long overdue. Well my dad was in town for awhile and then on Friday my internet went out. So I do have a hall pass for my absense.

First, I'll recap dad's visit. So, dad and my sister Erin flew down on Monday and I picked them up from the airport then I had to go to work, there will be more on my work adventure later. Then on Tuesday we went to Universal and Islands of Adventure in Orlando. Tons of walking. Tons of waiting in line. Then at Islands of Adventure all the rides were shut down due to lightning on the horizon. That night we went to the Macaroni Grill for dinner. Erin had never eaten Italian food believe it or not. Well she had but not often. She did enjoy her alfredo though. The next day we went to St. John's Pass on Treasure Island. We walked around in there and got some ice cream and then we hung out on the beach. It is still red tide down here so there was still some nasty dead fish and horseshoe crabs washing ashore. Later that night we ate dinner at Landry's and headed over to the Sunset at Pier 60 fest on Clearwater Beach. If you are ever bored in the Tampa area, I highly recommend going there. It is really neat. There are craft vendors and street artists. I love going. Then on Thursday, it was alas time for them to depart. We went to the local mall and walked around and had lunch, then took a tour of some of Tampa and headed for the airport to bid fairwell til next year. So there is a glance of the week.

As for work. I had to go to work on Thursday night. Then my boss tells me he is leaving early. Which is cool and all, but it was my first time closing. I had done it plenty of times though so I figure I will be ok. Until the store manager tells me to go investigate the guy in the mens dept who left his bag with $600 inside with the cashier. So, I go down there and long story short, he was a war vetran. Other highlights for him that night include standing up and yelling, "Hills County Sheriff! Oh now you all turn and look!" At any rate, he didn't end up getting out of my hair till 9:30 pm. Friday, Saturday I worked all day. Sunday was a busy day at work, I missed a bust. Long story but I am still pissed. Today I got to work in the morning. We had to clean up the stor because the big wigs are coming tomorrow. I got to reorganize the camera cages and count all of the merchandise inside. Then I got to help the RTV guy, who is by far one of my favorite people in the store. He's one of those old guys who just says crazy things. He's funny. Also got to do paperwork. Check the floor for security concerns. Of course take flack from all of the guys for being a girl. Thats what has been going on in a nutshell. Oh and on Sunday since I had to work, I had to tape the race. Well my VCR crapped out. So I had my mom's boyfriend do it for me. He taped the freaking spanish channel. I am so sad.

On a side note, when I got home from work today, I received a letter in the mail from Burger King along with a coupon for a free meal. So, we're square now.

I support Lizzie

Just thought I would put this out there because I have told some friends about the situation and this was their reaction.

Vicky: Just read your blog and chris's
: i am on your side by the way
: did the girl apologize?
: see she coulod have least done that instead of make that comment
: i think anyone would have gooten mad at that
: well except for chris i guess
: yeah i read everything he wrote and to me he made you two look like little babies
: i think it was insulting
: cuz i would have reacted the same way
: i don't appreciate how he said you guys had to go run and tell mommy
: any body who feels that they have had poor customer service goes to the manager
: heck i would have done it at the moment it happened
: least you know to defend yourself and that is why you will be successful in your career

Jimmy: well she was being a bitch
: the general idea of it doesnt make you out of line whatsoever
: it was her mistake she shouldve gotten you new fries, she was just being lazy
: thats why she works at a fast food place
: you werent out of line at all

Gardner: lol, you were levelheaded there too, if you jumped the counter and bitchslapped moe i would be worried

Is that you tapping on my stall?

Folks, we’re going to get gritty tonight and discuss somewhat of a taboo topic. I say taboo in a sense that you were raised with manners and proper etiquette. For some of you this topic is as open as 50-cent hookers legs. This idea came upon me tonight when I experienced a weirdo in the rest room tonight. I now present to you an unrefined yet maybe a guide for the rest room.

This all manifested tonight as I was using a rival department stores restroom while on my break. Let me sidetrack and mention that I hate using our restrooms because the sinks are weak and there are no paper towels just those hand dryer things. So, I am in the restroom looking for a stall because most of them are pretty unpleasant. Just as I find one and go in another girl enters the restroom. As I am preparing to do my business this chick starts talking to herself out loud! Nothing too off the wall, just rambling on about the state of the restroom, basically an “ew” or “yuck” here and there. So I finish up and go wash my hands and she finishes and does the same. I start to reapply some makeup and out of the corner of my eye I see her messing around with the paper towel dispenser. Now, I can’t say that I am sure I know what she was doing but she took the used paper towel and started ramming it into the dispenser and then turned around and said “Oh well” and threw it in the garbage can. At this point I am reapplying lipstick and she walks behind me and gawks at me the entire time. Just weird.

To me, what you do in the restroom is your own private business, in or out of the stall. Now I know none of you guys will get this because well you pee in the open. However, us girls are supposed to be dainty and feminine and all that shit. Public restroom intruders just make the whole experience that much more complicated.

While we’re on the subject, I’d like to throw it out there that USF has the more public shitters than I have ever encountered my entire life. I mean, I understand letting a little poot fly. But what self respecting woman drops an atomic bomb that kills all the flies in the room then walks out to face all the other non-shitters like it ain’t no big thing. Honey, it is and we are tired of your stank. Find somewhere else to take your crap!

I heart BSB

Last night was the Backstreet Boys concert. The boys themselves were totally awesome because they are the BSB and they alone rock, but the Ford Amphitheater is the worse venue ever! Here’s the run down of the evening.

First, my gal pals and I went to Ruby Tuesdays for a bite to eat before the show. The waitress was a totally ass. She was like “Oh, I like N Sync!” and kept going on about it like anyone really cared. We left there and headed for the Amphitheater. Once we parked we had to walk a freaking mile in the dirt to get to the venue. Once there we went and found our seats. They weren’t horrible but they weren’t that close either. We chilled there and waited for the concert to start. The first opening act was some girl named Kaci Brown. Like she totally freaking sucked! Like OMG! After she was done prancing around on stage the group called The Click Five came on . All I can say is they were disturbingly weird. I had the feeling I may be just too old for this shit. All the 14 year olds were going nuts but I was just distraught by them. And they kept doing just weird things. Like for one they were dressed in suits and ties and singing punk music and just screaming “Look at me, I’m weird!”

Finally, the Gods themselves took the stage. They sang a good mix of their old songs and the new songs from the CD. They did some of their old school dances, which was cool because Lindsay and I used to memorize the dance routines. They all looked really good and were in good spirits. The show was just awesome. It was like the old days.

So, onto my rant about the Ford Amphitheater. First of all, I will never again see a show there unless it is in the winter. It was so hot and muggy my straight hair went curly! There were people passing out and being taken away on stretchers from heat exhaustion. Second of all, the security people are beyond gay. There were seats closer that ours that were vacant so we sat in them and the dumb twit made us leave! Then when I asked her simply why she started signaling for back up. WTF? You are going to kick us out of a Backstreet Boys concert for unruly behavior?! Then, instead of letting us use stairs that were literally a few feet away from our seats, they made us walk all the way around a climb up like 50 stairs to walk down to our seats. How gay is that?! They were so rude to us.

After the concert we headed over to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino for the after party. There wasn’t much going on there but we did over hear some lady say that after the concert the guys came out and signed autographs. Ya, shoot me now. Honestly this was the first BSB concert that I did not go hang out by the buses and look what happened. SHOOT ME PLEASE!

BSB, ya that's hot. 

Total Hotness Overload!! Nick and Brian! 

BSB, ya they are hot.  

Goodbye BSB!! Hopefully it's not another 3 years before we see you again! 

we are such BSB hotties