The Icon Faerie

So. Today I was woken up by the DeWitt police knocking on my door. My first thought was "When did Gretchen get home last night?" But it turns out Ron is in violation of two city ordinances and needs to be moved. I told him I would tell my dad, which I will, although he looked skeptical. Well, sorry officer. I would go out and move it myself, except IT DOESN'T START.

Lissa, stop hiding!

Okay. That said, it has been a long, uneventful Sunday. Which is good. It is snowing. Which is good. I'm hoping for a late start or no school tomorrow, but I'm not holding my breath.

Apparently Orlando Bloom is dyslexic. One learns something new everyday. He's also ALA's new Read! poster boy. Gah. Want. Poster. ::covets::

::twiddles thumbs:: I want pocky.

::points to icon:: You know it's true.

Warning: the following scattered thoughts may or may not be related to one another.

It was remarked tonight that I am being BITCHY.

I think if Andrew's neck hurt constantly, he was having mood swings tripled by me being moody normally, my hormones out of whack, and PMS-ing in addition to the fact that I gained about 15 pounds in a little under 3 weeks and that him and his friends were pissing me off, he'd be bitchy too.

I hate solitaire.

I don't want to finish my history test.

"The Recruit" is out and I do not have it. Waah.

I shouldn't have eaten, because now I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I don't have it inside of me to be any man's Lady Elaine of Shalott.

1. Since I somehow missed the six months, I'll go for seven. Today is seven months since I was accepted to lumosnox. That's right, seven months ago today I got that e-mail from Meryl saying, "Woohoo! You are so in!" :D Its been a great seven months. I am completely amazed that one can be in for seven months without A, being kicked out, or B, not really accomplishing anything.

2. Today I was supposed to have the Clarke music festival, but the concert was cancelled because of the weather. Which is disappointing in a way, because I wanted to do a concert. Mer.

3. I don't know if I want to do Variety Show auditions. ::wibbles::

4. Rhi. ph34r_me is killing_me. The Death Scouts. And Snape a Death Scoutmaster? I'm sorry, but my dad is a Scoutmaster IRL and I'm just not seeing the connection. I think I've ruptured something from laughing so hard.

5. I still want a picture of Ginny clinging to Harry as they leave the Chamber from CoS for an icon. ::meebles::

6. Meep. Its really windy outside.

7. I've been spending a lot of time at Entmoot lately. Am not sure if this is a good or bad thing.

8. BTW, I ended up seeing "Chicago". That was one Hell of a movie. Not as good as the play (and not as good at TTT, heathersy, but definitely good. Let me tell you, Renee Zelwegger freaking earned that Golden Globe. The only bad thing about her winning was that Catherine Zeta-Jones didn't. They were both great. And the only character who didn't really have a happy ending was Amos (John C. Reilly). Poor Andy Amos. Everyone did a great job, and Richard Gere tap dancing was worth every red cent I paid to see that movie. :D

9. I found my list of people that I want to work with When I Grow Up! Woohoo!

10. Okay, if you answer nothing else for this entry, answer me this question, this quote, true or not true?

"When are you going to learn? It's not about who's right or wrong. No denomination's nailed it yet, and they never will, because they're all too self-righteous to realize that it doesn't matter what you have faith in, just that you have faith." -- Serendipity, "Dogma".

Flames will be used to toast marshmallows.

1. Where do you currently work?
I'm a junior at Central High School.

2. How many other jobs have you had and where?
Um.

3. What do you like best about your job?
I'm exercising a privilege that is a right in this country, and I'm proud to take an adavantage of it.

4. What do you like least about your job?
The fuckwits and miserable wankers that I have to put up with day after day.

5. What is your dream job?
Directing and acting in film.

Yeah. That sucked. But.

I am so sick of everything in your life. I sick of these stupid people. My knee hurts, I got yelled at for no reason, I have one HELL of a floor burn, movietickets.com won't give me showtimes for tomorrow, my head hurts, and I can't find a bed frame for full size that I like.

Also when we were shopping for beds, mother convinced dad to "think ahead to when my bedroom would become a guest room and I would be bringing home a husband and children". Pishaw. NOT FOR A LONG TIME. I'm still waiting for my first kiss. And then my grandma says I'll probably marry someone from my class. (My GOD I hope not. It would end up with me swinging from a rafter.) Then my mother said I probably won't. I'm sick of people telling me opposites of everything. I have such a headache from figuring out why and how and where. I am just so tired of everything.

Today I was called a "tree-hugging, baby-killing liberal". While I was stunned, the girl was also quick to remark that she was surprised I wasn't left handed. (Although I have to admit, that's a good one.)

Simply because I said I found it interesting that most politicians who were pro-life were also pro-death penalty. I was torn between what I wanted to call her (something along the lines of a pushy, intolerant bible thumping conservative) and saying "thank you". Thankfully, Mr. Pickup put a quick end to the, ahem, "civilized discussion". I bet that's the last time he ever lets Roe vs. Wade be debated in his classroom. Am so happy that this class was Mr. Pickup's and not Mr. Butler's. I think Mr. Butler would use those words to describe me himself.

My debate is "Do you think the UN is effective?". I'm con side, which is good, and I'm paired with another con person. Yayee, go me. ::cheerleader moves::

Was also repressing the urge to kill the chamber choir members. They are apprently not aware that I would commit murder to be in chamber choir, and maybe Mrs. Dean should choose people who are willing to try, practice, and perform over those who can without a second thought. The brats.

But, rather than going and seeing TTT after school tomorrow, I am getting out half an hour early. Hurray. This is indeed a Good and Joyful Thing.

::makes "Sam Will Kill Me If I Try Anything" shirt::

To: Central High School at large
From: Liz Sager, The Kid That Sits In Front Because She Actually Wants To Learn

stupid
moronic
idiotic
imbecilic
weariness
credulity
dullness
misjudge
foolish
insensible
sluggish
senseless
doltish
twitty
sottish
clodpated
few fries short of a Happy Meal
mind like a camera with the lense cap on
few bricks short of a wall
not the brightest crayon in the box
not the sharpest knife in the drawer
not the spiciest pepperoni on the pizza
ditzy
a few clowns short of a circus.
an experiment in Artificial Stupidity.
a few beers short of a six-pack.
dumber than a box of hair.
a few peas short of a casserole.
doesn't have all his cornflakes in one box.
the wheel's spinning, but the hamster's dead.
one Fruit Loop shy of a full bowl.
one taco short of a combination plate.
a few feathers short of a whole duck.
all foam, no beer.
the cheese slid off his cracker.
body by Fisher, brains by Mattel.
has an IQ of 2, but it takes 3 to grunt.
warning: Objects in mirror are dumber than they appear.
couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
he fell out of the Stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down.
an intellect rivaled only by garden tools.
as smart as bait.
chimney's clogged.
doesn't have all his dogs on one leash.
doesn't know much but leads the league in nostril hair.
elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor.
forgot to pay his brain bill.
her sewing machine's out of thread.
his antenna doesn't pick up all the channels.
his belt doesn't go through all the loops.
if he had another brain, it would be lonely.
missing a few buttons on his remote control.
no grain in the silo.
proof that evolution CAN go in reverse.
receiver is off the hook.
several nuts short of a full pouch.
skylight leaks a little.
slinky's kinked.
surfing in Nebraska.
too much yardage between the goal posts.
a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
dumb
inane
vexatious
exasperating
unwise
dense
slow
thick-headed
fatuous
vacuous
puerile
crass
dim-witted
ignorant
stayed in the shallow end of the gene pool
airheaded
nonsensical
half-assed (arsed)
unintelligent
senseless
absurd
asinine
dim
bright as a burned out lightbulb
smart as paint
silly
the missing village idiot
all synapse, no neuron
cretinish
hebetudinous
clueless
addle-pated
brainless
dunderheaded
he lives way out there where the buses don't run
inept
lack-witted
stolid
thick

Look. I just gave you 100 words that mean stupid, and none of them were "gay" or "retarded". Go me.

Wanting to ram a pole up your arse,
Me