6:25 p.m.

so liz has learned yet another valuable lesson (surprising, right?). if you ever have the overwhelming urge to make something out of beads (which im sure all of you are fighting to control right now), do not hold the container of beads in your hand while valiantly combating the impulse to sneeze, no matter how confident you are of your supreme balance and agility. you will succumb to the inevitability that every bead will fall to the floor with machiavellian glee. you will sneeze; no human is proficient in the ancient art of sneeze containment. many times have i foolishly believed i had overcome this powerful obstacle, only to violently implode with a sneeze a minute later as punishment for such hubris. all that is left from this demanding effort is the discombobulation of the mind, millions of tiny beads on the floor rolling away in states of chaos, blisters from attempting to retrieve each and every miniscule bead, possible bruises from slipping on various mischevious beads, and many many more bead calamities and catastrophes. believe me. there are a lot. and even more disheartening to the spirit is when the urge to sneeze consumes you while retrieving the lost beads. as if there is some being that is laughing at your various states of torture as you foolishly lose all the beads once more in a whirlwind of agitation. so do not be puzzled by the scattering of various beads on my bedroom floor. they are part of my “artistic creative decoration” and yes of course i can pick them up whenever i want to.

was amazed today at my fathers supreme driving skills. ok so it was partly my fault we almost got into a car accident. but only indirectly!! so on the fun trek to school in the morning which was nice and easy due to my incredible waking up in the morning skills (ok so it was already 7:34) (yes school starts at 7:40). we were amiably cruising on central avenue when a truck tries to rudely cut into the line. now this enormously large truck blocked the line of sight of many cars, especially cars that were tending to speed a little due to the lateness factor, and the frail old man that wields the safety and irritation of the entire school with his miniature stop sign and orange vest had been entirely dwarfed by this insolent truck. therefore, the raising of the small red sign went unnoticed as my father continued to speed along and did not realize all the cars were abruptly stopping. therefore it was impossible to stop in the allotted distance between us and the next car going at our present velocity (yes! fun physics!) and father swerved into the space in between the car ahead and the curb. not a very large space let me tell ya and there were some definite crunching noises. and all that was uttered by my father after this near death experience was ‘oops’. yes. oops. if i had been in the drivers seat, i would have frantically pressed the accelerator in my blind panic, creating a horrifying domino reaction as car after car crashed into others, increasing the nice pretty bill i would have to pay, that is if i were still in functioning condition. yes this is why liz does not drive.

quote of the day: the image of h-h speaking in a southern drawl and saying "double nickels down the turnpike" (aka speed limit 55) is one of the many epitomes of greatness...

happy bday esther!! my fellow grey-speller and driving delinquent...we can get our licenses together at age 43... (on her elation of bday-ness) "i feel dangerously close to bursting. mmm... this is not good" yay!

babblin retox - 2004-12-28
thats jersey for you biiiatch - 2004-12-28
i <3 chubby christmas trees - 2003-12-05
peeling (oranges) - 2003-11-20
the strange but true colors of summer liz - 2003-07-29

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