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10:01 pm: This is for Josh (and because I am ridiculously bored):

Today was pretty relaxed, I guess. I woke up and tried to tan outside. This is, I think, the second year I have ever tried to get a tan while just laying there, as opposed to getting one while I am swimming or taking a walk or something. And today I remembered why- I have zero patience. A tint in my skin is simply not worth staying still outside for hours at a time. I just do not have the patience for that. As a result, I am still pretty much my normal color.
Then I went to go see Take the Lead with my mom, who very well may love Antonia Banderas more than I do (which is an awful lot). And then... I came home and chilled around the house because I didn't feel like going out.

I love Rufus Wainwright, in case you never got that memo. It's an old memo, but I'm just throwing it out there. And when I say "love", I mean I pretty much play nothing but him. Seriously- haven't listened to a show tune in like three days. None. Whatsoever. That is HUGE for me - I have listened to at least one song from one show once a day for like...hm... I'll say sixth grade. I wish my name were Rufus. I hate my name. And all its nicknames. It's so dull and common. I hate dull and common.

I think I am actually back to punctuating and capitalizing and stuff like that. Why? I don't know. But I seem to be doing it. This will probably last about 5.78 hours. And then I will get bored of it and decide it isn't worth the effort.

My plans for summer = .....nothing, so far..... God - how exciting is that....

My life is so predictable and run-of-the-mill currently. And I've never been happier.

Happy Easter, everybody!

06:34 pm: We so have a Blue Jay in the family. Again.

03:35 pm: I swear, I must be pregnant. i have THE MOST RANDOM MOOD SWINGS EVER!

I am totally happy in every way right now. And nothing has changed since last night.

Whatever, self... keep it up.

12:25 am: Don't you hate when you can identify so well with all those depressing songs? Don't you hate it when Moulin Rouge fits too well? Don't you hate it when, just like Rachel, you can stick a certain someone's name into unhappy song lyrics and it works?


I do.



I'm a complete and total mess. For a long list of reasons. I'm drained. Drained- that's a perfect word for it. As if I were a sink with a plug in it, full of happiness and all, then someone ripped the plug out and it all went away. Gone. The end.


Ya'll know. I know at least two of you do.



If I was depressed a month ago, what am I now?



Hopeless, that's what.

12:12 am: So life. Yeah. It just went from normal-blah to amazingly fantastically awesome to completely horrible and depressing. Over a period of maybe 15 days.

I just don't even know what to do. Or say. Or be.

Jesus.

07:43 pm: I feel popular. I am getting letters from colleges. Granted, I throw them right in the trash can. But it's nice to know they want me.

People who live in New Orleans shouldn't have to give up anything for Lent. We've already given up a whole buncha shit for much longer than 6 weeks. Involuntarily, yes, but we've been without {it} nonetheless.

I am giving something up, but if you don't want to, feel free to use the above excuse as I believe it has merit.

I think I'm giving up the computer? Idk... but I am fully doing that doesn't-count-on-Sundays thing. Yeah. I'm human. God forgives me, I promise.

And drinking. Happy, everyone?

Love you all!!!!!!!!

10:52 pm: This entry is dedicated to Darren Hayes.

<td align="center"> liz's lame-ass excuse to break up:

"My head hurts when I'm around you"

'What is your lame-ass excuse to break up?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>


happy Madri Gras

07:40 pm: <td align="center"> Liz Hayman --
[noun]:

A dance involving little to no clothing

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

05:58 pm: Chris is trying to talk me into buying a goose costume off of E-bay. As in, a costume FOR a goose to wear, not a costume for me to wear of a goose. Life is complete. (the goose's costume is that of a priest fyi)

10:40 pm: I just read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince again. I love Harry Potter. Sorry if you don't, or if you think I'm a dork for saying that (I am) (am a dork, that is). It's just so good. I do not and will not ever understand why the pope was all anti-Harry Potter. Like, what was the reasoning behind that, anyway? Something about reading them leading becoming witches and all? So, like, is that to say reading about zebras is going to make me into a zebra? Dumb decision. Whatever.

I love A Chorus Line too.

I slept in my bed for the first time in over a week last night. I forgot how big it was. Maybe I have the biggest bed in my family b/c they think I'm fattest.

I also played my saxophone for the first time in over a year, mainly just to see if I could still or not. I sucked a lot less than I thought I would. I thought briefly about taking it up again. Decided I'm going to learn piano again.

What am I going to do when I grow up? I want to be everything... I am NEVER going to be able to pick one thing... I can't decide on where to eat dinner, how the hell am I supposed to pick my job for the rest of my life?

That should be interesting, when the time comes.

I am spacing this out far too much.

I love craft stores. Fun stuff.

I want to take an IQ test. For kicks.

We SO have cabinets. Party at the Hayman house soon? OH YES.

Chris wisely painted the words "Homo Gay Fag Wall" on one of our walls. My mom made him cover it somehow cuz she thought it would offend our Mexican painters, who of course are gay.

ok I'm done.

09:30 pm: Ok. For the world:


the lovely lovely lovely NOT SCARY edible items there is a photo of on my myspace are NOT cookies. they are cupcakes. NO ONE PUTS ICING ON COOKIES! NO ONE EXCEPT COOKIE BOUQUET! I AM NOT COOKIE BOUQUET!!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT MAKE A SANDWICH SO WHY WOULD I TRY TO BE COOKIE BOUQUET PROFESSIONALS?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!? I WOULD NOT IS THE ANSWER!!!!!!!!!

they are cupcakes
CUPCAKES
CUUUUUUUPPPPCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

and they tasted bad too, for the recod... that's what i hear, anway - i didn't eat them... they were looking at me... I couldn't!!!








i had something else to say
but it is gone now
oh well







WHY IS IT ONLY MONDAY

09:37 pm: Something very weird just happened. I, Liz Hayman, just danced like a crazy person for an hour and a half straight. Why? Because I am completely insane and had far far too much energy as I am home alone on a Friday night when I haven't seen my friends in seventeen years.
Apparently I am also insane because I eat my sandwiches vertically and I pop the top off and dent every can I drink from.

I am currently listening to the Leader of the Pack soundtrack. I remember how badly I wanted to audition for that show but I was the only 8th grader who showed up so I chickened out. That was the shy-Liz. She's LOOOOONG gone. It's a shame though. I really like those kind of shows. I just typed "shoes" instead. It's a sign. I need new shoes. Badly.

I am STILL sick. I sound like a man. I'm like a drag queen. UUGHGUHGUGHUGHUHUUHU BLEGH!!!!!!!!!

I am in love with Josh and Allison.

This is such a random entry.

I want to go see Cabaret.

I am wearing one shoe right now. And drinking a coke zero. Much better than Diet Coke in my opinion. The shoe is on the left foot, for all those who care.

Yes. This was a complete waste of your time. I blame you for reading it.

I LOVE EVERYONE!

02:01 pm: THe nutty drama teacher in HSM is Cassie, right?



I'm sick.

10:19 pm: captainren420:did u make out with amber

xsugarandspicex0:nope - coudlve, but im saving myself for laura

captainren420:allison*

xsugarandspicex0:oh no laura has first dibs

xsugarandspicex0:laura's the one u date and allison's the one u marry

10:47 pm: Ok. This is going to sound completely conceited. SO ignore it if you wish. I would if I were you

it just occurred to me

Nikki Kleinberger was Andy's rebound girlfriend after me

Lynn Kleinberger asked Josh to Rummel homegoing, but he's going with me

She then asked Daniel apparently, who is my boyfriend


I've never spoken to either of them... I don't think they'd like me very much lol

JOSHUA STEPHEN SMITH I AM IN LOVE WITH ZOMBIE PROMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

AND FUCK CHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS WORSE THAN GEOMETRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

03:20 am: I'm not going to sleep tonight.

My brain is so funnelcaking full. At least I know now, instead of wondering/questioning w/e.

Note to self and all - visit rob friday from 6 - 10 andslashor saturday from noon till 5

and amber whenever i get her schedule and to bring her cookies and a card for being awesome

rob rocks a whole whole lot

power to rob





i have the most attractive group of friends ever

02:04 am: xsugarandspicex0: amber, do you even have stairs?
xXsHoRtIeXo:fffflilizzzzzz therhsf likes 70 stairs v here!!!
xsugarandspicex0: 70? are you sure it's not 700?
xXsHoRtIeXo:amaybe iomk gonaa goi coint
xsugarandspicex0:come back and tell me when you have the answer
xXsHoRtIeXo:ohkay
xXsHoRtIeXo:;flizl i trieiddddd ! but i cant go up ther to cojtntt!
xsugarandspicex0:so there's probably about 795 right? i mean that's the avergae number ....unless ur in a mansion or something
xXsHoRtIeXo: ik guess sooooooo !!!!!! im ina moansion
xsugarandspicex0: you are?
xsugarandspicex0:oh right
xsugarandspicex0:the aunt with the ccookie drawer
xXsHoRtIeXo:righties oh
xsugarandspicex0:so that means there's probably 1008374 stairs
xXsHoRtIeXo:LIZL THAST TOO MANYYY
xXsHoRtIeXo:I CANT GET UPA THERM1
xsugarandspicex0:i promise- my uncle lived in a mansion - i used to count the number of stairs whenever we would have to go there cuz i got bored so i counted the stairs
xXsHoRtIeXo: howm any !!!
xsugarandspicex0: 1008374.. duh
xXsHoRtIeXo: i loesed my car keeys
xsugarandspicex0: amber you don't have a car
xsugarandspicex0: you can't even drive
xXsHoRtIeXo: ohhdfohakyu
xXsHoRtIeXo:LIZ THERS DORISOTSV DOWN MY SHIRT Y
xsugarandspicex0: why are they there?
xXsHoRtIeXo: idknot not!!!
xsugarandspicex0: what are the doritos doing?
xXsHoRtIeXo: theyeir lokin at me
xsugarandspicex0: wave to them.. it's only polite
xXsHoRtIeXo: they wayved bakc


it went on for hours... made my night at home SO much better

i love her

she might have a spot in my lesbian rectangle with candace and allison and laura

course then it would have to be a pentagon

oh well

08:28 pm: The link to the rest of these is on my myspace, so I know/hope some of ya'll have read it... but in case you haven't here are some of my favorites...

You know you're a Renthead when..

. . . you belt out OTM to get out the frustration of a bad day when you are driving home.
e.c. you did it without the CD playing.
e.e.c. and you had the windows open.

. . . last time you got evicted 'cuz everytime it was time to pay rent, you marched up to your landlord singing 'we're not gonna paaaaay'. (how awesomely funny would this be if someone actually did it?? i fully plan on it)

. . . you've ever tried to rent an apartment but didn't have enough for the deposit so you offered to pay back the landlord w/ 1000 sweet kisses (once again, please picture the landlord's face if you were to actually earnestly say this to him)

. .. you have a dying urge to become a s&m dancer

. . . you want Mimi's clothes even though they are really slutty

. . you are mildly surprised when you pass homeless people on the street and they are not singing "Christmas Bells are Ringing" in perfect harmony.

. . . you proclaim the 20th (or what ever date you first saw/heard Rent) of every month "Rentday" and go around singing along to the show and acting out bits of it all day. ( Why didn't I think of this? I know what I'm doinog the 23 of every month from now on.)

. . . you're listening to RENT while you're reading this page. (guilty)

. . . you printed out this website and you and your Renthead friends checked off all the ones you apply too (which is most of them). (HAHA - ten bucks says someone reading this is thinking 'yup, i do that.. yup...yup, that too")

. . . as you are reading this you're asking yourself, "you mean that's not normal?"

. . . you try to relate your life to RENT, even if you live in an upper middle class neighborhood.

. . . you watch yourself in the mirror while you act out both parts to "Light My Candle" simultaneously.
e.c. you have performed them in front of family members.
e.e.c. you have performed them in front of perfect strangers.

. . . you spend time obsessing about how One Song Glory should have been Roger's "one song glory" (just got that one...)

. . . you had the soundtrack memorized and knew the story line before you saw the show. ( some of us were not blessed with being able to see it live, Allison, so we make do)

. . . you've actually taken the time to read this whole list, and laughed constantly because you know it's true.

. . . you hear someone say, "You talking to me?" and you sing (out loud), "Not at all!"

. . . when you see someone who looks like they could be in RENT, you say "Oh, she looks like Mimi" or "Oh! he Looks like Mark"
e.c. you go up to the person and tell them that (BRAIN!! BRAIN!!! BRIAN MY STALK-EE!!!!)

. . . whenever you hear someone's watch alarm go off you say, "AZT break"

. . . you actually know all the parts to "Christmas Bells"
e.c. you try to sing all of them (doesn't work, you just end up sounding retarded and missing them all)

. . . you walk around singing RENT songs in public.
e.c. it scares people.
e.e.c. that doesn't phase you. (this would be everyone I know)

. . . you and your friends can break out into any song from Rent whenever you want.
e.c. You can do the whole show even the parts without music
e.e.c. Neither you nor your friends have ever seen the show because you live too far away....

. . . you wonder if Maureen has an eating disorder if you even picked up on that line.

. . you beg your parents for plaid pants not because they are in style but because roger has plaid pants
e.c. you can't stop talking about your Roger pants
e.e.c. you mother father and brother threaten to take away the pants if you don't stop talking about your roger pants
e.e.e.c. your friend disowns you because you have roger pants and she doesn't (rogerpants.... one word... makes me giggle)

. . . your best friend and yourself (who are both girls) have sung "Take me or leave me" for every audition for every school musical you have ever tried out for and every talent show held at your school.
e.c. you're not really lesbians, but you're really good at acting like it. (if Menard had a talent show, I know what Allison and I would've been doing..)

07:37 pm: I have NOTHING important to say, so if you don't want to be bored, don't keep reading. Not that I ever do. Have anything to say. But I am bored out of my mind. So this is the result. Oh, I envy my lucky friends who get to put up with my brain and read these things (sarcasm!!) lol - anyways. Rummel is so annoying. I'm going to miss it, though. Getting up at 6 after getting up at noon is going to KILL me. I apologize in advance for any unpleasantness you experience as a result of me.
I saw The Producers this week. I loved it. Most likely because I haven't seen it live. That seems to be the pattern, from what I've heard. Ya see it live, then the movie, it's not so hot. Haven't seen it live, see the movie, grand. Oh well.
I did some weird pilates-esque thing. My legs hurt like death. So that's fabulous.
I love my friends. ALL of them. I might not act like it 24/7, but ya'll are my life. So. Thanks for being amazing.

09:44 pm: xXsHoRtIeXo (9:36:34 PM): i wanna be a chicken nugget!!
xXsHoRtIeXo :wel
xXsHoRtIeXo :well*
xXsHoRtIeXo: first i wanna be a nigger
xsugarandspicex0: then what
xXsHoRtIeXo: then...
xXsHoRtIeXo: i guess i could be chicken
xXsHoRtIeXo: a chicken nugget!
xsugarandspicex0: would u be a good chicken nugget?
xXsHoRtIeXo:yessss
xXsHoRtIeXo:i'd be teh greatest chicken nugget
xsugarandspicex0:amber
xsugarandspicex0:how exactly is one a great chicken nugget?
xXsHoRtIeXo: i dunno
xXsHoRtIeXo:but if preyas decided im gonna be a chicken nugget, i might as well be a great one



that's great. it's really great.