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...and I am the worst blogger ever. But I discovered that the best inspiration to blog is the need to study. Really, here I am the night before an exam and I don't have a book open, no, not me, I'm blogging.
Last time we met here I ranted about boys, more specifically how much boys suck. Today, two days post Valentine's day, I find them to suck less. I'm in a really weird state when it comes to men. I can't think of a single one I know that I'm remotely attracted to. Not a single one I'd ever want to date or even flirt with. It's a problem, friends. I thought this feeling would be refreshing, freeing even, but no it's awful.
I tried to remedy the situation by going through my friends list on facebook. I thought I might be able to find a potential bachelor to develop feelings for, but nope, not a single one. Of nearly 400 friends I couldn't find a male I wanted to pursue. It's saddening. I'm hopeful though, because at least that means there's someone I'm missing and I can live with that.
Other than that, things are going pretty well. I've fallen behind in some relationships and been put on the fast track for others. I'm getting to know new people all over the place, it's wonderful. I can't think of anything I enjoy more than getting to know someone new. Scratch that, hanging out with someone who knows me really well is number one, but hey you've gotta get to that point some how.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
LOOOOONNG
I was totally pumped about this blog thing, pumped and ready to go. Then I finally got one going and for a few days felt like I had nothing to write. I think the reason I felt this way was because I thought this blog had to mean something greater than what it actually does. While, I’d love to share things with strangers all over the Internet, I don’t have much to share really. I’m not an avid reader or writer and when it comes to reviewing things I can be really awful at it. Then I got to thinking, who cares? Really, if I sat here complaining for pages, who would really care otherwise? Lots of you who stumble upon here will read my ramblings and lots won’t, but I’m going to write anyway. As you know, it’s pretty cathartic to sit down and actually verbalize (textualize?) what’s on your mind. So, I’m going to do that here at “Then Lili Wrote,” because, why not, right?
Lately, men have been on my mind. And when I say men, I really mean poor excuses for boys who drive women to the point of, well, near insanity. It’s outrageous how little they look outside themselves to see the wonderful women they have surrounding them. It’s unnerving how they flagrantly lead us on and when they can have us, they disregard us. I, like many of the women who’ll read this, am sick of it. I have been for a while, in fact I’m not sure why I ever let it occur. Why I didn’t stop the cycle to begin with, having witnessed it again and again. This cycle of our emotional ups and downs needs to end. When I think back on all the tears wasted on a male, I’m sickened. And even now, I feel my ducts fills up with those damned, despair driven drops. My heart hurts for you and I, it wishes neither of us had felt the way it does and it wishes we wouldn’t ever again. But, I fear, as women we are cursed to ache. I think a large part of it has to do with the way we’re built. We’re innately more caring and we tend to invest more in others. So, we must also hurt because lets face it, people don‘t live up to our investments. From now on I’ll look at this as a blessing. After all, the bad makes the good all the better.
I’m not sure what I’ve written here or if it’ll ring true to any of you, I hope it does. I’m starting to feel that “I-need-to-be-empowered” thing that I’ve heard others in my, and in former, generations harp on. I’ve talked about this with many a girlfriend and we’ve all agreed that it’s time we vocalized our feelings. When did staying quiet become acceptable? I’ve always been too blunt to keep my mouth shut, so why did I think it was okay when a male was involved? Screw that, sistah, I’m going to blurt out exactly what I mean and not steer around what I’ve been thinking about for months.
I did that. I said what was on my mind. I said it in a nice letter. I sent the letter nearly 24 hours ago. It’s time I pretend he’s not going to write back. Maybe then I’ll be able to just move on from him and this whole ordeal. It felt nice to write all that. I feel better, still sad, but better.
I love you for reading this and probably for lots of other things too.
Yours,
Lili
PS Shout out to Gina Masi for hugging me when I cried and eating brownies with me while I vegged, that’s a friend.
Lately, men have been on my mind. And when I say men, I really mean poor excuses for boys who drive women to the point of, well, near insanity. It’s outrageous how little they look outside themselves to see the wonderful women they have surrounding them. It’s unnerving how they flagrantly lead us on and when they can have us, they disregard us. I, like many of the women who’ll read this, am sick of it. I have been for a while, in fact I’m not sure why I ever let it occur. Why I didn’t stop the cycle to begin with, having witnessed it again and again. This cycle of our emotional ups and downs needs to end. When I think back on all the tears wasted on a male, I’m sickened. And even now, I feel my ducts fills up with those damned, despair driven drops. My heart hurts for you and I, it wishes neither of us had felt the way it does and it wishes we wouldn’t ever again. But, I fear, as women we are cursed to ache. I think a large part of it has to do with the way we’re built. We’re innately more caring and we tend to invest more in others. So, we must also hurt because lets face it, people don‘t live up to our investments. From now on I’ll look at this as a blessing. After all, the bad makes the good all the better.
I’m not sure what I’ve written here or if it’ll ring true to any of you, I hope it does. I’m starting to feel that “I-need-to-be-empowered” thing that I’ve heard others in my, and in former, generations harp on. I’ve talked about this with many a girlfriend and we’ve all agreed that it’s time we vocalized our feelings. When did staying quiet become acceptable? I’ve always been too blunt to keep my mouth shut, so why did I think it was okay when a male was involved? Screw that, sistah, I’m going to blurt out exactly what I mean and not steer around what I’ve been thinking about for months.
I did that. I said what was on my mind. I said it in a nice letter. I sent the letter nearly 24 hours ago. It’s time I pretend he’s not going to write back. Maybe then I’ll be able to just move on from him and this whole ordeal. It felt nice to write all that. I feel better, still sad, but better.
I love you for reading this and probably for lots of other things too.
Yours,
Lili
PS Shout out to Gina Masi for hugging me when I cried and eating brownies with me while I vegged, that’s a friend.
Monday, January 12, 2009
My frist meme
My audience is still small, tiny I venture to say. But I won't stop myself from blogging. No, not me. Grechasketch posted an awesome interview meme on her blog, here are the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll email you five questions, of my determination not yours!
3. You update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
I'll interview anyone who's reading, just let me know. Gretchen had some awesome questions for me.
1. If you could spend a day doing someone else's profession just for fun, what would you do?
For fun? I would LOVE to have Jane Krakowski's job at 30 Rock. All I need is a day to fulfill my dream, which is to ultimately be Tina Fey's friend and side-kick. I can't think of a quicker way than to take Jane's job. I could totally rock the role of Jenna.
2. Favorite scripture?
Romans 12
Living Sacrifices
1Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship. 2Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
3. Why all the pickle hate? I mean, c'mon.
I decided when I was 4 years old what I liked and didn't like to eat. Pickles, sea food and carrots were on the list (also, play dough). I grew out of my hate for carrots my freshman year of college. But for some reason I just haven't been able to stomach pickles or fish. I've been told I need to eat a good pickle and I'm willing to try one, but nobody's given me one yet and I refuse to buy one without advice. Tell me where I get a good pickle and I'll try it.
4. What's one of your best memories from elementary school?
One memory stands out pretty clearly. My kindergarten class took a lot of field trips and from what I remember, most of them involved us singing in a public place. My favorite trip was to Epworth Village, an assisted living facility about a mile away. At that time I called it Epert Weellage and it was a old people's home. Anyway, we walked there, which in retrospect is very far for 5 year-olds. All of us decorated empty joars of baby food and put plants in them to give away as gifts after we sang. I was wearing a yellow shirt and purple pants and that day my mom french braided my hair--hot stuff. For our long trek, Mrs. Freilich (who had hairy armpits) had us break off into pairs, 1 boy and 1 girl since 2 girls shouldn't hold hands and neither should 2 boys. I was lucky enough to be paired with Peter. What a dreamboat. He had tan skin, dark eyes and a mullet. I remember his hands being sweaty and him smiling a lot the whole time. I was completely smitten by the coolest boy in my class, who was holding MY HAND. At the end of the day he gave me a metallic purple pencil. I think he's the only boy I've ever really loved. I wonder where Peter is now.
5. If you received a bouquet of flowers from a secret admirer, what kind of flowers would they be?
Lilies of course. Because he had better be clever if he expects to win me over.
1. Leave me a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll email you five questions, of my determination not yours!
3. You update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
I'll interview anyone who's reading, just let me know. Gretchen had some awesome questions for me.
1. If you could spend a day doing someone else's profession just for fun, what would you do?
For fun? I would LOVE to have Jane Krakowski's job at 30 Rock. All I need is a day to fulfill my dream, which is to ultimately be Tina Fey's friend and side-kick. I can't think of a quicker way than to take Jane's job. I could totally rock the role of Jenna.
2. Favorite scripture?
Romans 12
Living Sacrifices
1Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship. 2Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
3For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you. 4Just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, 5so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. 6We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man's gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to hisfaith. 7If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach; 8if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully.
Love
9Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. 10Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. 11Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. 12Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. 13Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.14Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. 16Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.[c] Do not be conceited.
17Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. 18If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. 19Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay," says the Lord. 20 On the contrary:
"If your enemy is hungry, feed him;
if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.
In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head." 21Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
3. Why all the pickle hate? I mean, c'mon.
I decided when I was 4 years old what I liked and didn't like to eat. Pickles, sea food and carrots were on the list (also, play dough). I grew out of my hate for carrots my freshman year of college. But for some reason I just haven't been able to stomach pickles or fish. I've been told I need to eat a good pickle and I'm willing to try one, but nobody's given me one yet and I refuse to buy one without advice. Tell me where I get a good pickle and I'll try it.
4. What's one of your best memories from elementary school?
One memory stands out pretty clearly. My kindergarten class took a lot of field trips and from what I remember, most of them involved us singing in a public place. My favorite trip was to Epworth Village, an assisted living facility about a mile away. At that time I called it Epert Weellage and it was a old people's home. Anyway, we walked there, which in retrospect is very far for 5 year-olds. All of us decorated empty joars of baby food and put plants in them to give away as gifts after we sang. I was wearing a yellow shirt and purple pants and that day my mom french braided my hair--hot stuff. For our long trek, Mrs. Freilich (who had hairy armpits) had us break off into pairs, 1 boy and 1 girl since 2 girls shouldn't hold hands and neither should 2 boys. I was lucky enough to be paired with Peter. What a dreamboat. He had tan skin, dark eyes and a mullet. I remember his hands being sweaty and him smiling a lot the whole time. I was completely smitten by the coolest boy in my class, who was holding MY HAND. At the end of the day he gave me a metallic purple pencil. I think he's the only boy I've ever really loved. I wonder where Peter is now.
5. If you received a bouquet of flowers from a secret admirer, what kind of flowers would they be?
Lilies of course. Because he had better be clever if he expects to win me over.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
I sent this email to my family at 3 a.m. last night:
Familia Mia,
First off I'd like to apologize in advanced for any errors in grammar, spelling, or coherency...it's after 3 a.m. But I miss you guys, can't sleep, and felt like writing. Okay, now that I've warned you...
In my last 3 years at UF I've witnessed some pretty outrageous things. Living in a city where almost everyone is in their late teens and twenties is a recipe for both a massive amount of disaster and a massive amount of fun. Thursday night was one of the best night's I've ever had here. Two year's ago we ran out onto University Avenue the same way but last night the students at UF proved that winning never gets old. Don't worry, I'm not delirious enough to forget how cheesy I can be, I know I sound like a commercial.
But really, there was such an overwhelming feeling of unity, so much joy and excitement everywhere. Allow me to pull a Sophia Petrillo (see here) Picture it: Gainesville, 12:30 a.m., you run down the road yelling and cheering and high-fiving and hugging and singing in a crowd of 20,000 of your closest friends, the police don't stop you for j-walking, tonight they pose for photos and gator chomp on command. It's one of the proudest and happiest moments you've ever felt, you don't deserve it, you didn't work for it, but everyone better believe you're going to enjoy the crap out of this victory. The entire country watches the biggest party you're ever going to be at...man, it feels awesome.
I watched the game at my apartment with about 15 other people for the 1st half and then 6 girls for the 2nd. We yelled like men, cheered for everything, hugged after every touchdown, and cried when we finally realized we were going to win. After the crying we walked from my apartment to the heart of the chaos (it's a little over a mile from here) and were joined by swarms of people along the way.
I attached some pictures from last night, all of us are cheering on pure adrenaline, except for Billy who was really drunk and later arrested...but that's a story for another email. My adrenaline quickly ran out when I went to high five the passenger of an escalade and and found him rolling a blunt...that was kind of scary.
I think I'm ready for bed now...since it's 4 am.
I love you all,
Lili
That's how we communicate, I'm so grateful for it.
Familia Mia,
First off I'd like to apologize in advanced for any errors in grammar, spelling, or coherency...it's after 3 a.m. But I miss you guys, can't sleep, and felt like writing. Okay, now that I've warned you...
In my last 3 years at UF I've witnessed some pretty outrageous things. Living in a city where almost everyone is in their late teens and twenties is a recipe for both a massive amount of disaster and a massive amount of fun. Thursday night was one of the best night's I've ever had here. Two year's ago we ran out onto University Avenue the same way but last night the students at UF proved that winning never gets old. Don't worry, I'm not delirious enough to forget how cheesy I can be, I know I sound like a commercial.
But really, there was such an overwhelming feeling of unity, so much joy and excitement everywhere. Allow me to pull a Sophia Petrillo (see here) Picture it: Gainesville, 12:30 a.m., you run down the road yelling and cheering and high-fiving and hugging and singing in a crowd of 20,000 of your closest friends, the police don't stop you for j-walking, tonight they pose for photos and gator chomp on command. It's one of the proudest and happiest moments you've ever felt, you don't deserve it, you didn't work for it, but everyone better believe you're going to enjoy the crap out of this victory. The entire country watches the biggest party you're ever going to be at...man, it feels awesome.
I watched the game at my apartment with about 15 other people for the 1st half and then 6 girls for the 2nd. We yelled like men, cheered for everything, hugged after every touchdown, and cried when we finally realized we were going to win. After the crying we walked from my apartment to the heart of the chaos (it's a little over a mile from here) and were joined by swarms of people along the way.
I attached some pictures from last night, all of us are cheering on pure adrenaline, except for Billy who was really drunk and later arrested...but that's a story for another email. My adrenaline quickly ran out when I went to high five the passenger of an escalade and and found him rolling a blunt...that was kind of scary.
I think I'm ready for bed now...since it's 4 am.
I love you all,
Lili
That's how we communicate, I'm so grateful for it.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Gaaaaaaaainnnnnesssssvilllle
I found her just the way I left her. My sisters drove me up and spent the night which was wonderful. I love them so much and we're already planning our next adventure. Last night my good friend, Holly and my younger sister, Soli got tattoos. After looking at their very permanent brands, I determined I just couldn't do it. Don't get me wrong, they look great, but I just can't imagine having something like that forever, I admire their dedication.
Today was the first day of Spring semester. It went like any other first day would go, you know what I mean right? You rush to class and get there early. The teacher goes over the syllabus and takes way too long doing so. He/she says they want to learn your name and if you're especially unlucky you have the very awkward opportunity to "tell a little bit about yourself" to the group of strangers you'll hardly talk to throughout the semester. Then you get out early and spend too much money on books you'll sell back for less that half the price and come home to complain about it. In the end though, you feel you great because this is the semester you'll "step-up," this semester will be different and better than past semesters. This semester will go swimmingly.
And it will, friends. I only have class on Tuesday and Thursday and I work Monday and Wednesday. There will be a ton of work to do, a lot more reading than I'm used to, but I'm excited. Maybe because I'm a nerd, I like that.
In other news Scrubs is back and AWESOME.
Good night pretty people,
Lili
Today was the first day of Spring semester. It went like any other first day would go, you know what I mean right? You rush to class and get there early. The teacher goes over the syllabus and takes way too long doing so. He/she says they want to learn your name and if you're especially unlucky you have the very awkward opportunity to "tell a little bit about yourself" to the group of strangers you'll hardly talk to throughout the semester. Then you get out early and spend too much money on books you'll sell back for less that half the price and come home to complain about it. In the end though, you feel you great because this is the semester you'll "step-up," this semester will be different and better than past semesters. This semester will go swimmingly.
And it will, friends. I only have class on Tuesday and Thursday and I work Monday and Wednesday. There will be a ton of work to do, a lot more reading than I'm used to, but I'm excited. Maybe because I'm a nerd, I like that.
In other news Scrubs is back and AWESOME.
Good night pretty people,
Lili
Monday, January 5, 2009
58 things...
Gretchasketch has a sweet list of 100 Things about her, I was inspired. Problem is…I got to 58.
1. I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ who is my savior.
2.I’m studying religion so I can go to seminary and become an ordained minister. Pastor Lili comin’ atcha in 2014! (apparently it takes a lot longer than I thought)
3. I have a VERY strong dislike for pickles. Call it hate.
4. I was born in Miami, raised in Hialeah, FL and am a first generation American.
5. I’m trying to be more proud of that.
6. Growing up in Hialeah meant every old person I met didn’t speak English, which means I grew up thinking once you got old you forgot how to speak English.
7. I still wonder sometimes.
8. I love croissants.
9. I had the same haircut for 15 years; it varied in length throughout the decade and a half, but was the same cut.
10. I am a middle child. Really…stereotype me.
11. I find myself becoming more and more like my mother as I get older, I don’t know if I should embrace this or fear it.
12. That also means I’m becoming like my grandmother.
13. I call my grandparents often and spend a good half hour each time.
14. When they answer the phone I always have a weird accent I respond to them in, it gets them almost every time.
15. I own a guitar and a harmonica.
16. I cannot play a musical instrument.
17. I have a tendency to start writing in journals and stop after a couple days.
18. I used to hide whatever money I had as a child in pill bottles, I was sure my cousins were going to steal from me.
19. I dance around a lot, but I am not by any means a good dancer.
20. When I was five years old I pulled out my two front teeth during SNICK. They were far from ready to be pulled, but we were going to the fair the next day and I wanted money to spend.
21. That means for six months I had purple gums and for two years I had no front teeth.
22. I used to practice stand up comedy in the shower when I was a little kid.
23. Now I practice sermons in my bedroom.
24. I’m at work right now.
25. People say I’m pretty funny, I think I’m moderately funny.
26. I’m the only left-handed person alive in my family. The other known lefties were thought to be geniuses; they were also thought to be crazy.
27. I know the capitol of every US State.
28. My mind has been blank for the last five minutes
29. I like to be optimistic, but usually I’m realistic which means I can be pretty pessimistic.
30. I have 3 Kelly Clarkson albums on my iTunes.
31. I also have Tyler Hilton. Don’t judge me.
32. I can make any situation awkward, give me 30 seconds.
33. I tend to wink a lot, it’s not a Sarah Palin wink, less dramatic. I don’t think it’s creepy.
34. I always challenge my father to eating contests hoping I’ll win.
35. I never win.
36. I think I’m quirky, I don’t know…maybe you could determine that.
37. I would consider myself a pretty competitive person.
38. Sometimes my mom calls me “Lilo” pronounce “lih—low.” You’re not allowed to call me that.
39. I have a VERY close relationship with my parents who I speak to everyday, sometimes more than once.
40. Some people hate text messaging, I like it a lot.
41. I want an iPhone, not because they’re trendy, because they’re awesome.
42. When I was a little kid I didn’t always like going to my Dad’s, so my mom gave me a picture of her just in case I missed her while I was gone. I took that picture on every vacation and slept with it under my pillow every other weekend for years.
43. I still have that picture, it makes my mother cry.
44. I have never planned my dream wedding.
45. I think, I, might use, commas, a little…too much….ellipses…also.
46. I am almost always up for a wrestling match even when I know I’m going to lose.
47. Sometimes clichés are the perfect way to put things and I’m not afraid to use them!
48. My friends are like stars…I can’t always see them but I know they’re there.
49. Okay, maybe that was a bit much. I just gagged a little.
50. I love filming short movies with my family, we edit them by rewinding and fast-forwarding on my camcorder before recording the next take.
51. My favorite thing to order at a restaurant is a cheeseburger, they’re hard to mess up and they are delicious.
52. My flan tastes like angel’s flan.
53. I don’t mind spending Friday nights at home with a couple good people and a movie.
54. My grandmother thinks I’m named after her, I’m really named after a character on a soap opera and Anjelica Houston.
55. If I had actually been named after her, my name would be Lirida Angelica. Phew!
56. I would LOVE to go on tour with a band someday. If you know someone who needs a merch-girl, hook me up.
57. I love getting to know new people, I’m entirely intrigued by every person I meet.
58. I love mailing people little care packages, let me know if you want one. I even try to be thoughtful.
1. I have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ who is my savior.
2.I’m studying religion so I can go to seminary and become an ordained minister. Pastor Lili comin’ atcha in 2014! (apparently it takes a lot longer than I thought)
3. I have a VERY strong dislike for pickles. Call it hate.
4. I was born in Miami, raised in Hialeah, FL and am a first generation American.
5. I’m trying to be more proud of that.
6. Growing up in Hialeah meant every old person I met didn’t speak English, which means I grew up thinking once you got old you forgot how to speak English.
7. I still wonder sometimes.
8. I love croissants.
9. I had the same haircut for 15 years; it varied in length throughout the decade and a half, but was the same cut.
10. I am a middle child. Really…stereotype me.
11. I find myself becoming more and more like my mother as I get older, I don’t know if I should embrace this or fear it.
12. That also means I’m becoming like my grandmother.
13. I call my grandparents often and spend a good half hour each time.
14. When they answer the phone I always have a weird accent I respond to them in, it gets them almost every time.
15. I own a guitar and a harmonica.
16. I cannot play a musical instrument.
17. I have a tendency to start writing in journals and stop after a couple days.
18. I used to hide whatever money I had as a child in pill bottles, I was sure my cousins were going to steal from me.
19. I dance around a lot, but I am not by any means a good dancer.
20. When I was five years old I pulled out my two front teeth during SNICK. They were far from ready to be pulled, but we were going to the fair the next day and I wanted money to spend.
21. That means for six months I had purple gums and for two years I had no front teeth.
22. I used to practice stand up comedy in the shower when I was a little kid.
23. Now I practice sermons in my bedroom.
24. I’m at work right now.
25. People say I’m pretty funny, I think I’m moderately funny.
26. I’m the only left-handed person alive in my family. The other known lefties were thought to be geniuses; they were also thought to be crazy.
27. I know the capitol of every US State.
28. My mind has been blank for the last five minutes
29. I like to be optimistic, but usually I’m realistic which means I can be pretty pessimistic.
30. I have 3 Kelly Clarkson albums on my iTunes.
31. I also have Tyler Hilton. Don’t judge me.
32. I can make any situation awkward, give me 30 seconds.
33. I tend to wink a lot, it’s not a Sarah Palin wink, less dramatic. I don’t think it’s creepy.
34. I always challenge my father to eating contests hoping I’ll win.
35. I never win.
36. I think I’m quirky, I don’t know…maybe you could determine that.
37. I would consider myself a pretty competitive person.
38. Sometimes my mom calls me “Lilo” pronounce “lih—low.” You’re not allowed to call me that.
39. I have a VERY close relationship with my parents who I speak to everyday, sometimes more than once.
40. Some people hate text messaging, I like it a lot.
41. I want an iPhone, not because they’re trendy, because they’re awesome.
42. When I was a little kid I didn’t always like going to my Dad’s, so my mom gave me a picture of her just in case I missed her while I was gone. I took that picture on every vacation and slept with it under my pillow every other weekend for years.
43. I still have that picture, it makes my mother cry.
44. I have never planned my dream wedding.
45. I think, I, might use, commas, a little…too much….ellipses…also.
46. I am almost always up for a wrestling match even when I know I’m going to lose.
47. Sometimes clichés are the perfect way to put things and I’m not afraid to use them!
48. My friends are like stars…I can’t always see them but I know they’re there.
49. Okay, maybe that was a bit much. I just gagged a little.
50. I love filming short movies with my family, we edit them by rewinding and fast-forwarding on my camcorder before recording the next take.
51. My favorite thing to order at a restaurant is a cheeseburger, they’re hard to mess up and they are delicious.
52. My flan tastes like angel’s flan.
53. I don’t mind spending Friday nights at home with a couple good people and a movie.
54. My grandmother thinks I’m named after her, I’m really named after a character on a soap opera and Anjelica Houston.
55. If I had actually been named after her, my name would be Lirida Angelica. Phew!
56. I would LOVE to go on tour with a band someday. If you know someone who needs a merch-girl, hook me up.
57. I love getting to know new people, I’m entirely intrigued by every person I meet.
58. I love mailing people little care packages, let me know if you want one. I even try to be thoughtful.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Well, hello there.
Maybe I'm not good at the whole Internet networking thing. Truth is I'm just getting started. My "networking" hasn't gone any further than facebook or myspace. I did have a livejournal once. I started during the summer between the 8th or 9th grade at the public library with my friend Maria. I don't talk to Maria anymore, she dropped out of high school in 10th grade and got married in what would have been her senior year. She also lost a ton of weight and became cooler than I was. Anyway...I hope this blog is a little more mature, interesting, and read than that journal was. My "poormiddlechild" persona was the epitome of teen angst. I told friends and creeps all about how "totally pissed" or "whatever" I was. Praise God I'll never have to be 14 years old again...
Friends, I hope you find my rants or raves or tales intriguing. I'll post often, I'll attempt to be funny and if I've got nothing to say, I'll direct you towards someone who does.
I love you, really.
Lili
PS I'm certaint you'll find a number of typos on our journey, I apoloize in advanced for that.
Friends, I hope you find my rants or raves or tales intriguing. I'll post often, I'll attempt to be funny and if I've got nothing to say, I'll direct you towards someone who does.
I love you, really.
Lili
PS I'm certaint you'll find a number of typos on our journey, I apoloize in advanced for that.
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