Something you should never say to your mother

Saturday, I went shopping at Victoria Secret as I was in dire need of bras. I ended up getting this cute pink one with green dots and pink straps and three sexy pairs of underwear. I had my stuff paid for and my bag of "goodies" handed to me and began to walk out of the store with my mother. I held the bag up in front of her face with a guilty smile on my face. "Jay will be a happy boy tonight." I said.
She just laughed and gave me this look of "You better be joking." She just said to me, "You're being naughty, I oughta bend you over my leg!"

Oh yeah, just to let you know Ian...the turkey has been sacrificed.

Gettin' All Perty

Tonight I'm going up to my Mother's and we're going to go dress shopping for Prom. Actually, I guess I should say that we're going fabric shopping for my mother will be making my dress. I just wanted to do something unique and am hoping we can do something that is vintage inspired. (And Slutty looking :) ) The thought of going shopping greatly excites me. I do quite enjoy shopping, when it's focused on me that is.

Will the real Liz please stand up?

Just when I deemed myself un-dateable, I found myself being drawn into a relationship. It’s just really strange, but in a good way, for I’m finding out who I really am. I used to not believe in that shit about finding out about the true you for I thought that you already knew who you were. You already knew what you were interested in, what you wanted to aspire to be, what your morals are and such were and what you expected in a relationship. Now I’m finding out that unless you experience something first hand, you can not make a blatant judgment regarding anything. Now, why did I deem myself un-dateable? Well, I’m not a very close person – as my family can tell you. I feel weird about being touched and cared for and loved or whatever. Any sort of touch that carries an emotion with it…I tend to shy away. I don’t have any memories of telling my parents I love them and I don’t remember ever hugging them. The thought of being close to a guy in a relationship always appealed to me though but before when I had tried to start something with another, it just never worked. Partly because once emotions and feelings got involved, I freaked out. I found that stupid little quirks that a guy could have would embarrass me greatly and bother me and soon I’d find myself just hating to be around them and connected to them in a relationship sort of way. I know, I’m horrible. So last fall, I just accepted and was content with the fact that it was pretty unlikely that I’d date anyone during high school and I’d just wait for the college boys. Besides, I still felt really young and not yet old enough to date. I just felt juvenile and not yet ready to take on a relationship. But then it happened. This guy that I’m good friends with and have known for a long time admits to me that he has developed a greater liking for me. He knew though that I wasn’t interested in him and so he knew that nothing would probably happen. I loved flirting with the guy, but I’m a little flirt so whatever. But he would flirt back and we could just joke about it and it was fun. Well, to keep this short – though it’s not short at all – we ended up getting drunk and making out at a couple of parties. We did nothing other than that…I’m a good girl. But still, he knew that I didn’t want to date him. One night he verbally attacked me, “Liz, why won’t you date me?!” I just held no attraction to him and what can you do if you’re not attracted to someone who likes you? We began to hang out more for I kind of lost touch with my friends over the years and my good friend Rachel is always with her bf. So I began to see him more often and ended up developing a crush on him. This is how it went: In the beginning, there was absolutely no attraction for him, it was just all flirting. Then I though, well, I like how’s it’s going but I don’t want anything to become official. Come the end of January, I wanted to be his gf, and in Feb, we made it official. So how do I feel about my first relationship? Well, going back to what I first talked about…Many things that I thought I would be in a relationship I’m not, and many things that I thought I wouldn’t be, I am. I’ve found that I’m a lot more insecure than I thought I would be and things that shouldn’t bother me cut me deeply. I don’t like that about me, but I’m trying to change it. But I’ve found that I’m not quite the person that I thought I was. My opinions and thoughts on certain things that have to do with relationships have totally changed. Things that I thought I would never say, feel or do have happened and I’ve just been very comfortable about everything. Hmm…time to wrap it up I guess…and I don’t really know how. Sorry to make you read ALL of that.

What's in da pocket?

I just recently got some new Roo's (with pockets in them) and though I'm excited about my new shoes, I'm slightly confused. Confused as to what to put in the pockets. I already have one certain item in one pocket, but the other is empty. Now, I need some help trying to figure out something to put in the other one. I want something creeepy and disturbing, something that you wouldn't expect to find in a pocket. Can anyone help?

Pre-Pubescent Whores

My friend Jenell and I went into Des Moines on Friday night for a night of roller skating. We headed to this place called the Skadium, or something like that, and looked forward to a night of fun. Oh boy, that was place skanky, especially the little 13 year-olds that clogged the place. I'm really saddened when I see the young girls of America...I swear, girls are turning into little sluts younger and younger. Do you know that song where this guy goes: "Now slide to the left, slide to the right, Now jump!" Well, they did that song and there's this one part where they say "How low can you go?" and you're supposed to try and dance really low and such. Well, these three girls started humping the floor! Jenell and I just couldn't believe it! The DJ guy there yelled at them, "Girls stop that!" Well, they didn't stop, so he yelled again, "Cut that out! You should be ashamed of yourselves!"
Earlier that night, I was in the bathroom stall and I could hear this 13-year-old girl yelling at about a 9 or 10 year old. "Dry that shirt off! Dad's gonna be pissed that yo' shirt is wet cause he gonna see yo' tits!" It's a 10-year-old girl that she was talking to! When I got out of the stall, she had taken off her shoe and was threatening to hit the girl with it! Oh, such drama..

Band Anger

About five minutes ago I was called into the office for a message and when I got to the office, I was referred to the principal. Mr. Herbst, this tall, thick guy who looks quite intimidating told me to wait until he had gone through messages with everyone else. “What could this be?” I wondered. I thought that maybe he wanted to talk to me about my style of dress because lately I’ve been wearing kids shirts that are quite short and tight. He called me into his office, asked me to sit down and then sat down behind his desk. “Now tell me Liz, what do you think of band?” He asked. “Umm…I don’t know, anything specific?” I asked. “No, just start saying anything.” I think that he thought I’d go on and on, but all I said was that I enjoyed it, had nothing to complain about it. I think he wanted me to give him some dirt on it for he then said, “Well, you had been thinking of dropping band at the end of first semester, but then chose not to…” I told him that there was no real reason for that though. Then he continued on to say that I had a D in band and so I’d lose my senior release for 7th period. This pisses me off. It pisses me right off. Your grade in band does not affect your GPA, a band grade is essentially non-existent. So, to get a D in band should not prevent me from any of my privileges of being a good student otherwise. This just makes me angrified…

Mysterious Hushpuppies

I came home from a looooong day of work last night and was greeted by the sight of a small box of hushpuppies on my kitchen table. My dad's gf explained that someone had just left them in my doorway and didn't knock at all or anything. My friend Jenell, who knows of my grand love for hushpuppies, has done stuff like that before, but my beau was hinting that he'd be doing something of the sort since I always leave him secret surprises....who left the hushpuppies???

Cigerattes! Porn! Oh yeah...I can vote too...

Ok, I’m going to break “da” rules at put up a post while at school. For whatever reason, I’m not able to access the Internet while at home. An annoying problem. Oh well. Well, one major thing has happened during the absence of my posting: I turned 18 on the 8th of March. 18…I really don’t want to be 18. My main reason for this that I’ve been telling everyone is that I want to stay illegal forever…I will not explain further as my brothers read this. Anyway, on Wednesday, I went in and got my 18th license, and yet I still don’t really feel any older. My dad hasn’t given me any sort of new privileges like staying out later…not that I deserve that. On weeknights, I’m told to come home at midnight, but then saunter in at 1:00. The only thing that has really changed is the fact that I can now buy cigarettes and porn, but as I can’t stand to smoke – it makes me sick – and porn’s not really my thing, 18 is just yet another birthday, another year. I’m sure it will be a good year though, full of many new experiences. I’ll travel to Ireland, Wales, and England and then start college in a brand spankin’ new city. All the other years of my life have treated me very well and I never have had an ill year. Hopefully nothing fucks this year up for me…

Break out the Maternity Clothes

I was at a thrift store the other day with Mother and I came across the maternity clothes. "Maternity Clothes. I'll be needing those soon." I said out loud as I patted my belly. Mother just kind of smiled at me and said, "That's another thing we need to discuss."
So, Mother was talking to me about this next fall when I'll be off to college alone and about how some guys do not feel that birth control is their responsibility and that some will try to pressure me into..."certain situations." She just told me about how I can obtain birth control and such when I'm in college. I just wanted to say, "Well, what if I want it now?" or "Actually, I'm on it right now." But...I thought better than to do that. (And no, I'm not on it....hehe, I just have a lot of unprotected sex.) (Ok, please understand that I'm joking, I'm a good girl dammit!) I did learn something quite interesting though. Mother was saying that birth control does not always work though and she hesitated for a second, "I was on the pill when I conceived you." I smiled and started laughing, "So I was an accident?" I asked. You could tell that she didn't actually want to state that I was an ACCIDENT, but yeah, I was an accident. Hehe, I think it's funny.

Wrinkled, but Delicious

Well, I got hit on the other night at work by this older guy. I was just coming over to pour him some coffee when he said, "Hello Sunshine." Never before has he ever greeted me in such a way. He had always only just thanked me after his coffee was poured. I said hello to him and began to pour his coffee when he said, "The way you did your hair, it looks really nice." I began to get all a fluster and thanked him as I walked away, turning red in the face. Hehe, I enjoyed it.
I don't know, maybe it's something to do with the coffee. There's this old lady there who LOVES coffee; whenever I pour her coffee for her, she says, "Thank you honey, you know I love it when I see you with the coffee, thank you dear." The other night, she was over excited to see the coffee, or something, and was just beaming and saying excitedly, "Thank you honey, thank you dear, God bless you, I love you!" She puckered up her lips, blew kisses at me and then grabbed my hand and kissed it.
Jesus, those residents sure do love that coffee.