why i'm smiling

this is once. once is perfection.

this movie is fan-freakin-tastic. i love it an incredible amount. if you haven't seen it, go see it. or at least get the soundtrack, it's like 10 bucks on iTunes. freakin get it. it will make you so happy in a really indie-type way. highly recommend it.

so if you see me smiling in the hallway with my iPod in, this is why. unless it's my awesome spanish music. then it's not.

m inspired me.

it was the kind of day where your hair looks good as soon as you get home. too many "what ifs" too many "could have beens" too many ideas of what might have happened if you'd just done one things differently.

and while all of this probably sounds like some random romantic attempt, i can assure you, nothing could be farther from the truth.

you ever been in the limbo stage of life? where it's not like you even have a pending decision, but you feel that you're in this complete state of awkward tranquility, where things are okay and they shouldn't be, or life is moving perfectly around you and you feel out of place. like no matter how tightly you hug your knees into your chest, you still feel...weird.

maybe i'm freaking out about nothing. maybe it's that time of the month. hell if i know.

i was determined not to start off again with this type of post. i was going to make it somewhat relateable and maybe even inspiring, like how m started with this awesome shoutout to a few of the people she loves (which, btw made my freakin day).

but december 14th i find out if i made it into u of i. unless i remember my password and check my status online and they have it posted. in which case i will know sooner.

851.

851. yep, that's right. that's how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. on one side, that is. m dunne, bobby dunne, a girl named katie who plays trombone, and i figured this out in a practice room today. i have the tally sheet to prove it.

it makes me very happy inside.

m had this awesome room spray that she got from her aunt. we perfumed the practice room. it smelled like victorian england. or maybe that new movie, marie antoinette. in either case it was quite pleasant and i thoroughly enjoyed it.

it made me want to smell pretty things, so i put on my scent when i got home, even though it's called "red dress" and i'm currently in my broadcasting hoodie, jeans, and blue slippers.

so even though no one has commented on this thing, i'm posting again. because it amuses me. maybe that's the purpose of a blog. to amuse oneself instead of doing something productive. because let's face it, whenever you're blogging, it's to avoid being productive. at least for me it is.

no word today. don't want to think too hard. read the last two posts if you want a word!

luv always

lady li

so instead of doing homework i'm posting

i am currently chewing green apple dubble bubble. i thought it was sour when i opened it. i was disappointed, but it is not entirely unpleasant. espeically since i know that the flavor will be gone in all of about 5 minutes and i'll be left with a rock of sugar in my mouth. let's hear it for cheap bubble gum.

i didn't hear it. you all suck.

so i got home from doing chant today for the play, and there was no one home. i'm like, wtf? normally my family is all "we must spend all time with liana! don't let her be with her friends! make her come home!" which, don't get me wrong, i love my folks and little bro, but sometimes i wanna hang with my friends. and the one night i could've stayed a bit after that and been lame with my friends for a while longer, i come home. go freakin figure.

i drove around all of downtown oswego and into parts of montgomery and the small corner of plainfield where i reside without my license today. yep. not like there was any police around, and even if there were they wouldn't pull me over. because i'm a good driver.

and that's why i was pushing 70 on the backroads today to get to my lesson on time. i even got lost and i made it. yep. speed safely, my children. speed safely.

well, that's all for now, i'm thinking. for my gum, at least. it's not a rock yet, but it's at that "no flavor and ridiculously sticky" stage, and i think it may be too much for me. good thing i have another piece calling my name.

i have a word, i considered not posting it since i just posted yesterday, but Lord knows when i'll post again. so what the heck.

buckeye (buck-eee)
noun
1. the eye of a womanizer named buck strung on seaweed in a voodoo woman's salon
2. one who impersonates a ghost on drugs who has just swallowed a tube sock
3. aleks in english class trying to read whitman and phailing to pronounce buckeye

this one's a giveaway. you all know it's number two. ;D

luv always

lady li

it has been far too long, my friends...

not that anyone's really missed me, i'm sure. this isn't one of those blogs you desperately need to check as soon as it's updated. like spencer's. or cha-chi's. i really should change max's link on my page to cha-chi. meh, it'll get done.

and of course when i say that i mean not at all. but know i thought about it.

the purpose of this post is more to share a revelation of mine than anything else. i've been listening to a lot of music from my great friend m dunne, and whilst listening to kings of convenience "i don't know what i can save you from", i thought of something. the title of their albulm this song is on is "quiet is the new loud", and once i got past the initial "that's amusing" reflex, i thought about it.

it used to be that to be heard, people with ideas had to be loud. people had to scream and shout and turn up their stereos as loud as it would go to get past the monotony that kept everyone so quiet. but now, in this time of extreme noise, where not even an empty country road is quiet for long, to be heard and taken seriously, you have to be quiet. it's all about being different. breaking the norm to express yourself. hmm. interesante. and i'm sure all of you have already thought of this and i'm just slow, but let me revel in this for a moment.

...

okay moment over. something amusing!

cha-chi and i had a great IM conversation in which we decided he is in fact, the human form of peanut brittle. all natural and made with honey. i am dark chocolate. not everyone likes me and i'm acquired taste. and so i pose the question to you? what sweet are you and why?

alrighty...a word for this post. hmm...aha!

blink (bli-nk)
noun
1. a cheap knock-off of "bling" where the diamonds are merely rhinestones from a bedazzler kit
2. a large chunk of rice grown in thailand that has a terrible tendency of getting stuck in one's throat and blocking off all air from your throat
3. a color that is a combination of blue and pink that lauren d. and i came up with at lunch today

guesses, my friends?

luv always

lady li

comfy dumfy

you know what's comfy? wearing the hood on a hoodie. or a hooded sweater, as i am currently doing. really, they knew what they were doing when they started the trend. it's quite an encasing feeling of utter i'm-at-home-ness.

the sad part is that most people never experience the full potential of the hoodie. why? because the establishment forbids it. apparently being at your absolute maximum of comfort means that you are obviously in a gang and have some sort of ulterior motive for wearing the hood. even if you're cold or sleepy, you can't. why? because of the damn gangs.

that's all i'm going to blame on the damn gangs for the fear that the aforementioned damn gangs will get pissed off and kill me. i'm only half hispanic, that won't save me, you know. :D

and because of the lack of the use of the hood, clothing designers have stopped putting so much effort into the making of a hood. like on this red shirt i have. there's a hood, and it doesn't really even cover your head. you wear it and you look like a stupid monk who had no idea how to do laundry and accidentally shrunk his robes. it's terrifying, and it's becoming an epidemic.

it's up to us my friends. it's our duty to uphold the (insert years hoodies have been popular) year old tradition and keep the hoodie alive. what would we call it without the hood? a sweatshirt? no! those are terms of the past. we have to rise up against the man and after the clock strikes 2:30, revolt against all school policies that say no to the hood. say yes! be a rebel with a cause. fight the man.

luv always

lady li

p.s. yeah, i kinda forgot to update the word of the week thing. so here's a fun one for ya-

ghazal (guz-zle)
noun
1. one who translates the Bible into pig latin
2. a person who imitates the sound of a dying cat gargling mouthwash as it is hit by oncoming traffic in Siberia
3. an Arabic form of poetry that is taught in my creative writing class

just try and figure out which one it is.

to the max!

yep. this post is going to be all about max, because we all love reading about him.

yeah, no. that was his idea. my idea is more like random tidbits because i am unable to string together a theme for this post.

those of you at theatre fest: you suck. no, not really, i'm just insanely jealous and miss you all already.

now that that's out of the way! the post!

amusing conversations. that's what it'll be. personally, i believe the art of conversation to be lost on so many of our generation. with all the IM chatter and text messaging "lingo", a truly good conversation, be it simply amusing or with a point and purpose, it's a rapidly disappearing artform.

i mean, let's examine this for a moment. outside of our group of friends, with people such as m dunne and max and others who frequent eloquent language or at least entertaining but intelligent thought, the only time intricate lines are heard are when a guy's trying to get laid. let's be realistic here. *excluding drama guys, i'm talking in general here, so please no "i am gentleman hear me roar" comments, mkay? gracias*

although if you're just a generally boring person and lack the ability to tell stories, please refrain from doing so. because even the best conversationalist won't want to listen to you.

luv always

lady li