November 23rd, 2009
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Soo creepy with the blurred faces.

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November 23rd, 2009
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Saturday Night: Dinner Party: Waiting for my friends to arrive.

Saturday Night: Dinner Party: Waiting for my friends to arrive.

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November 23rd, 2009
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These are some photos from Friday night.  It was my friend’s brother’s birthday.

  1. Beer and shots and shots and beer were had by all. I actually hardly drank this night (2 vodka/waters, 1 beer, 1 shot) but some people drank enough for me… aka my friend Pete. He drank so much he left the bar and passed out on a random corner.  The cops were called and he was given the option of the ‘drunk tank’ or ‘call his friends.’   He chose the friends option (way to go Pete!) and was then escorted home in the cop car. 
  2. My bestie and I.
  3. The photo from the subway that got me a date.
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November 23rd, 2009
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Good morning my children!

And what a wonderful Monday morning it is! It is? It is!  Why am I so chipper, when the sun has only been sky-high for a mere 3 hours? Oh you know, perhaps because I dragged my ass out of bed at 6:00am and have already completed a full body work out with my trainer, I repeat… a full body work out! AND because I weighed in at 164.6, which if I remember right, and-I-think-I-remember-right, is FOUR pounds down from last Wednesday.

Can I get a HELL-YEA?!

My apologies for Friday night’s post: who knows what you’ll find in the shadows of my mind… answer: emotional, weak(?) moments.

This week promises a date on Wednesday night with Subway Boy, two gym sessions with the trainer on Tuesday and Thursday, lots of tv watching (haven’t even watched TBL from last week, tisk tisk), catching up with The Sister who’s back from Mexico, laundry, cleaning, friends and generally being awesome all around.

Lots of photos to come today of the dinner party I co-hosted Saturday night. Get excited people, it’s the last week of November 2009, and more importantly my last week being 24!  

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November 21st, 2009
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it was going to be called ‘Drama Queen’

There I was, standing on the subway platform, alone, at 1:20am.  4 minutes to go.  I was bitter, sad, and annoyed for reasons I couldn’t explain.  I thought about the bitterness of the blog post I was going to write when I get home, “this is it, this will always be it, this is my life, fuck. I’m the girl everybody likes, but nobody wants.”  I was going to title the post ‘Drama Queen,’ because that’s exactly what i was being.

I had just left the bar alone, insisting that none of my friends followed me; I wanted them to, but would have been annoyed if they had. I wanted to be alone, but I wanted to talk.  I was emotional and I didn’t know why, but in a moment of reasoning I wanted out of that bar so fast, my legs couldn’t carry me.

The tears were coming.

The crush was there.  He didn’t talk to me once all night. He actually moved seats to sit away from me.  I was neutral.  That didn’t even annoy me. It wasn’t about him.  It was about me.  I’m still the same, stupid fucking girl I was last year, and the year before that, and the year before that.  Couples, the entire fucking table was couples.  Pairs. I stood alone.  I always stand alone.

I am alone.

I felt like shit. I looked like shit.  I sat on the subway and tried to get my mind off of things.  I took my camera out and tried to clean the stickiness out from around the zoom.  I accidentallytook a photo.  I made an awkward, embarrassed face.  I heard a boy laugh.  I looked up.

My age, good looking. He smiled. I smiled back and apologized for taking the unintentional photo. He asked my name, I asked his. We shook hands. We spoke.

He asked for my number. I paused. I pondered. I gave it to him.

1:31am Hey, it’s J the guy you met on the subway. It was really nice to meet you. Did you get home o.k?

1:39am I did, thanks. I was impressed with your smoothness. Asking girls for their # on subways is the norm?

1:42am Thanks, actually no this is the first time I’ve ever asked a girl for her number on the subway, believe it or not.  There was something about you that I couldn’t resist, so I had to ask because I wanted to see you again for more than a couple of minutes.

I want to type out, “and just like that my night changed,” but it didn’t.  I still feel alone, like no body likes me, no body ever will. 

The fat girl everybody looks through. That’s me, except now with a morsel of hope.

See, Drama Queen.

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November 20th, 2009
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Yes. Yes, me and my friend bought shirts to wear to New Moon. 
Be. Jealous. Why? BECAUSE WE’RE COOL. 

Yes.

Yes, me and my friend bought shirts to wear to New Moon. 

Be. Jealous. Why? BECAUSE WE’RE COOL. 

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November 20th, 2009
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How am I spending this excellent, autumn Friday afternoon? Oh how kind of you to ask; I decided to create myself in a South Park character.
Now you know what I look like. :)  Ps I purposely chose those hands.. because yes, well ummm…. I’m always looking for food.
Click on the photo to make yours!

How am I spending this excellent, autumn Friday afternoon? Oh how kind of you to ask; I decided to create myself in a South Park character.

Now you know what I look like. :)  Ps I purposely chose those hands.. because yes, well ummm…. I’m always looking for food.

Click on the photo to make yours!

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November 20th, 2009
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As you may know, this Saturday is my Fancy Dinner Party where calories won’t count (Husssh. Upppp. You!)

The main course is going to be steak. Delicious.  I’ve spent some time googling ‘steak spices/marinates,’ but have no idea if they’ll be any good.

Does anyone out there have a favourite one? Or can anyone send me in the direction of a tasty one? Or have a old family sauce they love? 

I need to impress my friends with my culinary skillz. And by friends I mean The Crush. Who-is-not-really-my-crush,-but-just-a-cute-boy-I-occasionally-make-out-with.

Thanks!

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November 20th, 2009
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The culpritS.

Note the diet coke on the table. I initially bought it thinking, “sweet I’ll just drink d.coke all night" WRONG.  I also want to mention I have no intention of giving up alcohol to achieve said goals, umm hello I love my Friday and Saturday drunken nights, BUT I need to cut back, which means NO drinking Sun - Thurs (with the exception of Cesar-Sundays, obvy)

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November 20th, 2009

Friend ordering said beers. GOD DAMNIT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

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Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!



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