I can't beleive this weekend is over. I had five days off in a row, and couldn't have had more fun. Tuesday night I was at home in Rhody, hung out with my girls and the guys at Casey's, drinkie drinkie, good times. Wednesday I went to Providence with my girl LeAnn, who proceeded to get drugged and turn into 0 to wasted LeAnn... note to self, this is the second time one of us has gotten drugged at Ultra, I do indeed think I'm not going anymore. So after attending to LeAnn, I broke down the walls of Hell and spent the rest of my night with my most favorite suicide girl Cadence and Keelia. There was madness, drinks, free shots, lots of dancing, boobs, breakfast sandwiches and ramen, and one hell of a sleepover. love you girls!!
Thanksgiving was spent with some family, and then to keep tradition alive I went to go see my friend Ben. His family was in from MA as well, all the friends and crew and the girlfriend. We played quarters till 4am Thursday night, ate leftovers Friday morning, went shopping all day, got our pictures taken with Santa, drank suffering bastards at a yummy chinese place, and played board games and watched movies all Friday night. What a good time.
Saturday I worked and made no money, but I met a cute boy, and I hope he calls. Today I'm not doing a DAMN thing, excpet go to the coffee shop at the end of my road and get lost in Pumpkin Spice coffee, and a good book.
xoxo.
~liz
Thanksgiving was spent with some family, and then to keep tradition alive I went to go see my friend Ben. His family was in from MA as well, all the friends and crew and the girlfriend. We played quarters till 4am Thursday night, ate leftovers Friday morning, went shopping all day, got our pictures taken with Santa, drank suffering bastards at a yummy chinese place, and played board games and watched movies all Friday night. What a good time.
Saturday I worked and made no money, but I met a cute boy, and I hope he calls. Today I'm not doing a DAMN thing, excpet go to the coffee shop at the end of my road and get lost in Pumpkin Spice coffee, and a good book.
xoxo.
~liz
this weekend was... interesting. It was a three day, yay veterans day!!
Thursday. Went out to Sanctuary in Boston with Ang and her crew. Was told to "look nice", which basically is my roommate begging me to wear something other than jeans, a black shirt, and studded everything. I did as she asked, cleaned up nice, still kept to red and black though. I wound up having a blast. Just because I'm not attracted to giant greased up muscle men and their picture perfect blonde counterparts doesn't mean they're not good people, and this was the perfect reminder of that. I wound up staying out all night and returning home with the sun with some new friends and some really funny pictures on my camera phone.
Friday. LeAnn, my girl from home came up. We went to the Harp, just like every Friday, got drunk, and I met a boy who was very much more my type than the Thursday night crew... turns out I met him 6 years ago on spring break in Montreal, his best friend was running around naked and trying to get me to cheat on my boyfriend, which I did not do. Small fucking world, hopefully we will see him again.
Saturday. Was going to attempt beer fest with ben, since tickets were far too much money we decided to kick it old school and go pay $1.99 to see Pirates of the Carribean in a movie theatre where the seats smelled like peepee. We bought nips of soco and put them in our sodas. When we got home, his girlfriend had been drinking, we attempted to catch up not because we wanted to, but because we felt like we should, it being Saturday night... all I know is that I most definatly did not drink nearly enough.
Sunday. Woke up with a stiff back from sleeping funny, left early to get home in time to crawl into bed and fix said back problem. Almost home (right in front of my tattoo and body mod place, Stingray...) when I hydroplane down the hill and SLAM into a Toyota Avalon. My car is FUCKED up, and I just cried and cried, having never been in an accident before and also seeing as the people I hit (not a scatch on their car..) were acting like martial law was about to be declared. I spent the day sobbing about how I hate Boston, hate my life, hate having no money, I miss my friends, nobody will ever love me again...
After talking to: mom, dad, ben, nelly, and angie, I came to the conclusion that I was hysterical and needed to breathe. I did this, and realized that I love everything about my life, and was just really not happy about having an accordian for a car. So I took a nap, woke up, went out and got another job, and got over it.
True story.
Thursday. Went out to Sanctuary in Boston with Ang and her crew. Was told to "look nice", which basically is my roommate begging me to wear something other than jeans, a black shirt, and studded everything. I did as she asked, cleaned up nice, still kept to red and black though. I wound up having a blast. Just because I'm not attracted to giant greased up muscle men and their picture perfect blonde counterparts doesn't mean they're not good people, and this was the perfect reminder of that. I wound up staying out all night and returning home with the sun with some new friends and some really funny pictures on my camera phone.
Friday. LeAnn, my girl from home came up. We went to the Harp, just like every Friday, got drunk, and I met a boy who was very much more my type than the Thursday night crew... turns out I met him 6 years ago on spring break in Montreal, his best friend was running around naked and trying to get me to cheat on my boyfriend, which I did not do. Small fucking world, hopefully we will see him again.
Saturday. Was going to attempt beer fest with ben, since tickets were far too much money we decided to kick it old school and go pay $1.99 to see Pirates of the Carribean in a movie theatre where the seats smelled like peepee. We bought nips of soco and put them in our sodas. When we got home, his girlfriend had been drinking, we attempted to catch up not because we wanted to, but because we felt like we should, it being Saturday night... all I know is that I most definatly did not drink nearly enough.
Sunday. Woke up with a stiff back from sleeping funny, left early to get home in time to crawl into bed and fix said back problem. Almost home (right in front of my tattoo and body mod place, Stingray...) when I hydroplane down the hill and SLAM into a Toyota Avalon. My car is FUCKED up, and I just cried and cried, having never been in an accident before and also seeing as the people I hit (not a scatch on their car..) were acting like martial law was about to be declared. I spent the day sobbing about how I hate Boston, hate my life, hate having no money, I miss my friends, nobody will ever love me again...
After talking to: mom, dad, ben, nelly, and angie, I came to the conclusion that I was hysterical and needed to breathe. I did this, and realized that I love everything about my life, and was just really not happy about having an accordian for a car. So I took a nap, woke up, went out and got another job, and got over it.
True story.
Thursday night was a good night. I went to go see AFI with a friend of mine... I use the term friend loosly because this guy and I probably have more fucked up history than anyone else in my life, but he is a best friend nevertheless, and a good choice for a show such as AFI. I hadn't talked to him much in a little over a month, and I wholly expected him to blow me off, but I was proven wrong, and we had a fab time. It's funny how it doesn't matter how much time goes by, and no matter who else is around in each of our lives, the second we get together everything just stops and no one else is there but us, dancing around and laughing our asses off. Unspoken something or other, even though we're not even remotely together a lot, we love each other to pieces.
With some people it's just better like that.
But either way, AFI was fucking amazing, Davey Havok is the love of my life, and if anyone is interested in quitting any sort of life and responcibility to chase him around the world, let me know. I'm down.
And just for the record, things that suck for 100, Alex: hanging out with somoene for quite a while and only last night, finding out that they have JUST turned 21. Kill me.
xoxo.
~liz
Davey....
Amazo n Amaza...
With some people it's just better like that.
But either way, AFI was fucking amazing, Davey Havok is the love of my life, and if anyone is interested in quitting any sort of life and responcibility to chase him around the world, let me know. I'm down.
And just for the record, things that suck for 100, Alex: hanging out with somoene for quite a while and only last night, finding out that they have JUST turned 21. Kill me.
xoxo.
~liz
Davey....
Amazo n Amaza...
This weekend was a blast. Friday night the Entourage came to visit: Kramit, Chino, Ed, Nelly, Ali, and LeAnn drove to Boston to see me and to have a night out in the city, and that we did! We had plenty of provisions to pregame at my apartment, and around 10:30 we were off to the Harp. It was something else to have my best friends come up and see the city that makes me so happy... met myself a boy as well, don't wanna mention too much about that, I'm sure I'll get bored or I''ll do something to fuck it up by the end of the week.
Saturday morning we all went out to breakfast at the Grecian diner and food was had, despite the majority of the group feeling like death had dealt them a royal flush. True story.
Saturday afternoon I went off to the 30 seconds to mars show, Head Automatica opened up and of course the show was amazing. I've never seen either bands live before, and Jared and Shannon Leto most definatly stole the show. Pretty sure Jared's eyes could light the way in the dark, and the black and red hair was a must have. I was a pretty happy girl: highlights included Fantasy, the NIN cover Closer, and of course, Capricorn and The Kill. I had to go to work right after next door, and my dressing area is the venue's backstage... so while Jared was no where to be found, I found myself sitting next to Shannon while putting on my makeup... I just smiled at him like an idiot. Good move.
Work tomorrow, miserab... Halloween festivities include a brief stint at Rumour tuesday night just to celebrate the actual evening... the theme is Heaven and Hell but I'm going as Mila Jovovich's character in Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Fuck theme's, I'm a gun and knife wielding zombie killer!
Saturday morning we all went out to breakfast at the Grecian diner and food was had, despite the majority of the group feeling like death had dealt them a royal flush. True story.
Saturday afternoon I went off to the 30 seconds to mars show, Head Automatica opened up and of course the show was amazing. I've never seen either bands live before, and Jared and Shannon Leto most definatly stole the show. Pretty sure Jared's eyes could light the way in the dark, and the black and red hair was a must have. I was a pretty happy girl: highlights included Fantasy, the NIN cover Closer, and of course, Capricorn and The Kill. I had to go to work right after next door, and my dressing area is the venue's backstage... so while Jared was no where to be found, I found myself sitting next to Shannon while putting on my makeup... I just smiled at him like an idiot. Good move.
Work tomorrow, miserab... Halloween festivities include a brief stint at Rumour tuesday night just to celebrate the actual evening... the theme is Heaven and Hell but I'm going as Mila Jovovich's character in Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Fuck theme's, I'm a gun and knife wielding zombie killer!
So about 3 weeks ago my best friends from home and I started scheming a night that they would come to Boston to see me, and we'd take our Casey's bar antics out over my city.... well, that night is upon us. Nelly, Ed, Kramit, and possibly Donovan are coming tomorrow! I'm so fucking excited.
When I called my ex today to see if he was still thinking about coming out I wasn't so sure he would pick up the phone. He has to be in the mood to talk to me, as I do him. Anyways, he picked up after the second ring and just breathed, Hiiiiii.... in a way that just made me grin. It's so funny how long you can be without someone and still recongnise with one word that you are just the person they wanted to hear from at that moment. Anyways, he's going to try to come as well, the girlfriends not happy of course (she hates me), but what can you do. I really hope he comes, when he's not with the wife it's like old times, and all us frat boys have such a good time together.
So yes, the group could in fact be me, Nel, Kramit, Ed, Donovan, and Greg. *ponder* I wonder who will pay for my stomach to get pumped, and who will bail us out of jail? Any takers?
As for the rest of the day, how fab. Ang and I went to dinner at the White Horse Tavern, went to Michael's to buy some crafty things, I bought a wonderful new black bra at Marshall's and met a really cute girl at a new little emo coffee shop in Braintree. She had the same nose ring as me, and she gave me extra whipped cream and sprinkles on my gingerbread non fat latte. Then we went and got icecream down the street, and found that half our block had been without power for about 2 hours... city blackouts always make me wanna start screaming bloody murder in the streets.
We got home with all intentions of curling up on the couch and watching a scary movie, but Ang's boy called, and I decided the black part of my hair could be blacker, and I should dye it again. Then the fire alarm goes off for 45 minutes. I am now deaf in the ears, please speak loudly.
Today was a good day.
Aside from the getting up early thing, tomorrow will be better.
When I called my ex today to see if he was still thinking about coming out I wasn't so sure he would pick up the phone. He has to be in the mood to talk to me, as I do him. Anyways, he picked up after the second ring and just breathed, Hiiiiii.... in a way that just made me grin. It's so funny how long you can be without someone and still recongnise with one word that you are just the person they wanted to hear from at that moment. Anyways, he's going to try to come as well, the girlfriends not happy of course (she hates me), but what can you do. I really hope he comes, when he's not with the wife it's like old times, and all us frat boys have such a good time together.
So yes, the group could in fact be me, Nel, Kramit, Ed, Donovan, and Greg. *ponder* I wonder who will pay for my stomach to get pumped, and who will bail us out of jail? Any takers?
As for the rest of the day, how fab. Ang and I went to dinner at the White Horse Tavern, went to Michael's to buy some crafty things, I bought a wonderful new black bra at Marshall's and met a really cute girl at a new little emo coffee shop in Braintree. She had the same nose ring as me, and she gave me extra whipped cream and sprinkles on my gingerbread non fat latte. Then we went and got icecream down the street, and found that half our block had been without power for about 2 hours... city blackouts always make me wanna start screaming bloody murder in the streets.
We got home with all intentions of curling up on the couch and watching a scary movie, but Ang's boy called, and I decided the black part of my hair could be blacker, and I should dye it again. Then the fire alarm goes off for 45 minutes. I am now deaf in the ears, please speak loudly. Today was a good day.
Aside from the getting up early thing, tomorrow will be better.
I got sent home from work sick today 
This does not bode well for my friday night yet again, which SUCKS because all my boys (and Nelly) from home are coming to Boston for a night of debauchary. I don't know how 8 people are going to fit in my tiny apartment, but the game plan so far is to drink so much that we a) don't sleep, or b) don't care that we slept in a big pile on the floor.
Anyways. Can't really afford to be missing a day of work, but it is kinda nice to have a day to sit on the couch wrapped up in a blanket sipping orange juice and eating toast.... if I'm feeling up to it tonight I might run acorss the street and try to catch a show at O'Brien's. Then again, that might be a stupid idea.
This song has been playing every single time I turn on the radio. I'm not usually into this type of music, but there is something about this song that just makes me wanna cry. I guess it's just one of those songs that everyone can relate to; no matter how much you say you have, or in some cases really have moved on, with certain people all it takes is one phone call to just throw you back into something you thought was gone.
Hinder~ Lips of An Angel:
Honey why you calling me so late,
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why you crying is everything okay?
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late...
xoxo.
~liz
This does not bode well for my friday night yet again, which SUCKS because all my boys (and Nelly) from home are coming to Boston for a night of debauchary. I don't know how 8 people are going to fit in my tiny apartment, but the game plan so far is to drink so much that we a) don't sleep, or b) don't care that we slept in a big pile on the floor.Anyways. Can't really afford to be missing a day of work, but it is kinda nice to have a day to sit on the couch wrapped up in a blanket sipping orange juice and eating toast.... if I'm feeling up to it tonight I might run acorss the street and try to catch a show at O'Brien's. Then again, that might be a stupid idea.
This song has been playing every single time I turn on the radio. I'm not usually into this type of music, but there is something about this song that just makes me wanna cry. I guess it's just one of those songs that everyone can relate to; no matter how much you say you have, or in some cases really have moved on, with certain people all it takes is one phone call to just throw you back into something you thought was gone.
Hinder~ Lips of An Angel:
Honey why you calling me so late,
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why you crying is everything okay?
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late...
xoxo.
~liz
Today was rough. I'm starting to get sick, which is really unfortuante, especially because I work with children and have to be full energy all the time... anyways, spent Friday trying to go out and drink my face off as usual, but to my dismay the band that usually gets me going at my regular bar SUCKED, and I just wasnt feeling it. I'm pretty sure the most redeeming part of what is usually my favorite night of the week was walking into Herrell's and taking a minute to have some quiet, and a little pumpkin spice coffee. Saturday was spent sleeping, working till 2am at a club on Landsdowne... the once a week gig there is really paying for itself in free concert tickets and the abaility to "accidentally run into the band backstage". Sunday Jacob came over and we took pictures. He set up a fabulous studio in my bedroom and we attacked my walls with red, black and white and just laughed our asses off and I think everything turned out really well. More on that later I suppose, I haven't seen anything and don't want to jinx it.
We ate at Spike's, they have amazing brownies.
We ate at Spike's, they have amazing brownies.
So after months of suicide stalking, here I am, attempting to dull my myspace addiction one hot naked chick at a time....
things about today:
.Worst mood ever all day long. I was a wretched cunt to just about everyone
.I ran out of pork chops, and I left my ranch dressing at work so I couldn\'t have burritos, so dinner was a once frozen chicken patty. this made things a bit worse
.Pretty still hasn\'t called me back. I\'m starting to get it
.Nip/Tuck was on tonight, I fucking love that show
.Tomorrow is only Wednesday, kill me
Lol what a mess!
xoxo.
~Bella
things about today:
.Worst mood ever all day long. I was a wretched cunt to just about everyone
.I ran out of pork chops, and I left my ranch dressing at work so I couldn\'t have burritos, so dinner was a once frozen chicken patty. this made things a bit worse
.Pretty still hasn\'t called me back. I\'m starting to get it
.Nip/Tuck was on tonight, I fucking love that show
.Tomorrow is only Wednesday, kill me
Lol what a mess!
xoxo.
~Bella
