suicidal goldfish.
(and you thought I was gone.)

You shouldn't read this, but it would be foolhardy to think you wouldn't, equally so to think I'd stay happy at a weblog away from livejournal after so long. And yet, here I am, I being one Liz from Rochester, NY, who is presently a student at Oberlin College in the middle of a field somewhere in Ohio. That's all you really need to know for the moment. archive email

Letter.
(Saturday, January 15, 2005 12:13 p.m.)

Dear U.S. military,

There are a lot of news links I could say this to, but seriously. What. The. Hell.

Love, Liz.


mmm. bed.
(Saturday, January 15, 2005 11:27 a.m.)

Livejournal is still bumming around Hades, so here I am again. And I'm not really complaining. Pitas isn't too bad of a place, really. Plus I'm waking up from about twelve hours of sleep, plus Toni is coming today(!), plus drama is dissipating, so I really have no reasons to complain about anything at all. I mean, I don't have to tutor small children for five hours today. I didn't have to get up and work in heathen hours of morning. I haven't even gotten out of bed yet, though I should be doing that soon. Huzzah on all counts!


It's been how many months?
(Friday, January 14, 2005 09:57 p.m.)

Someone killed livejournal.

This is horribly unfortunate, as all I want to do is ramble about cuddling ads, and sleeping with a blankie(which I did last night for the first time in about EVER, no joke), and how I'm nervous that I won't be hired at camp for the summer, and how I hate drama, and how I don't ever want to have a real job because the only thing I can see myself qualifying for is a teacher of high school religion, which would be okay for a year and then cause me certain death.

I suppose this attempt to revive suicidal goldfish will only keep up for as long as livejournal stays dormant, but for the moment, it's an odd means of reminiscing. And now, to bed, for I am too damn exhausted.


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