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Elizabeth
27 December 2010 @ 02:47 pm
I've been working on organizing my work area, hence life. I bought a few things to help with that as well as working on throwing away the stuff I don't need, giving away stuff that I don't need. Spring cleaning in December lol.

I feel the right thing to do now is to work on my art more. I want to develop a story I've been working on, as well as painting a few pieces that have been on my mind. I keep getting the idea to set up an online gallery, but to do that I need pieces lol. I also am thinking about doing an online comic. Idk. It's been a strong and present thought in my mind. It feels right... :).
 
 
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Elizabeth
20 July 2010 @ 08:32 am
I'm in my first of a (hopefully) 12 hour stint to do a water fast. I've decided that I wanted to try it to see how well I can handle it. If I can do it, I might try for longer.

I was just reading an article online about how a person needs the minimum of 21 days of fasting in order to achieve clearer thinking and such. I don't know what that's about, but I don't think that's anything anyone can just jump into immediately lol. So, baby steps for me to see how I'll react.
 
 
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Elizabeth
01 July 2010 @ 08:44 am
The apartment complex where I've lived for about two years(will be two years in December) has really gone downhill since it's opened. Mike was yelling at a group of kids who were attacking a tree right in front of the patio. I usually stay inside so I don't have to deal with anyone. It's a little weird because I know I'd have no problems dealing with ghetto people due to being ethnic myself, but Mike and Allora are a different story. Mike doesn't care though lol. He yells at everyone.

We also were walking home from a friend's place after dinner and Mike caught two teens doing it in the laundry room. I wasn't paying attention, but I remember Mike getting loud about it and two guys who were in perfect view of the whole thing a little down the street were laughing and catcalling. To me, it was disgusting. Just bleh. We're planning on moving soon.

My fam should be arriving from Vegas on July 8th. A week from now and my fridge is still dirty! Ack, lol. Victoria hasn't been feeling well so when she's been sleeping, it's either been brief moments of nothing where I start to clean the kitchen(the dishwasher is hanging open) and then she's waking again or I sleep as well. Dang ear infections. I hate hearing her phlegm coughs and seeing her cry. She's been feeling a bit better and smiling more, thank God. I like that she's not a crier or a screamer. She's pretty contained for the most part unless she's seriously pained.

Anyways, that's it for now :).
 
 
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Elizabeth
12 June 2010 @ 12:37 pm
What gives your life special meaning and purpose? Do you think it's important to leave a lasting mark on the world? If so, what form do you think this will take?

It's the people within it that make my life important and worth living. I've been saying for a while now that "My life is not my own", which it truly isn't.

I think it's important to leave a lasting mark on people in general. Not everyone will be able to address the audience as a whole, i.e. the world, but who's to say that you aren't going to speak to someone who will be that person? Ah, see what I did there? Of course you did lol.
 
 
Elizabeth
12 June 2010 @ 11:58 am
Do you like your birth name? If you had the opportunity to change it, would you? What new name would you choose?

I didn't like my birthname when I was younger. "Elizabeth" sounded too stifled to me. I used to want to be a "Sylvia" or a "Cynthia".

Now that I'm older, I like my name. I think it suits me. And yeah, that's basically it lol.
 
 
 
Elizabeth
12 June 2010 @ 11:54 am
How would you describe your sense of humor in six words or less?

I think, therefore I am lol.
 
 
Elizabeth
12 June 2010 @ 11:52 am
If you could choose to control your dreams, would you? If so, what would you dream about?

Eh, I'd prefer to let it free flow. That's be a crappy and uninteresting way to answer this question though lol.

I wouldn't mind dreaming about visiting other places, other people. Maybe to the point where I'm even redreaming books and making myself a character in them and such :).
 
 
Elizabeth
02 January 2009 @ 04:01 am
I've come to realize just how much I might be in love or how much I feel like for Mike "Ultimos" Isard.

I think he is the only one who I can never think bad things about and always wish well. Someone I would give my life to and for. When I think of him, my chest doesn't feel heavy and painful, but light and whole.

And I keep repeating it, but I hope this girl he's with is the one that will treat him good and give him the love he deserves.

With Utmost Love and Care,
Liz <3
 
 
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Elizabeth
02 January 2009 @ 12:44 am
I decided on whim to look at Lee's old blog on blogspot.com and decided to save this poem before no trace exists anymore. So, this was written back in 2005 and here it is. I think though that this was probably one of the worst decisions of my life. To give up Ultimos Mike.

I sincerely care about Mike Isard. It's funny how these things happen out. I hope he has found the girl he deserves in Stefi.

The Ghast
By Lee J. Warwick

{1) On a new year's eve,
A strange tale did come to pass,
However hard to percieve,
You should hear it while it lasts.
This is not the tale of a frog princess,
Nor witches, nor goblins, or such nonsense,
But the tale of the lonely withering Ghast.

(2) To start; there was no celebration,
Over such an imacculate conception,
For her birth was of deception.
Left for death, Oh! How scary!,
Abandoned in the dank darkness of a forgotten monastery.
Her mother decided to bless her with one last gift,
A gentle loving motherly kiss.

(3) It was four and twenty hours past before her savior came,
He dressed in black and skulls; baring not a name.
"My child, If I could give you one more breath to do as you will" he spoke from behind his cloak,
"What would you do for me?"
The child opened her tiny mouth and said with wretched words of hate,
"Take my heart, for it means little to me, so that I may live long and reign as the queen of eternity"
And so did all fall silent upon the monastery.
Death took his prize,
A heart fresh and new,
As he flew away into the night,
Upon the steps did a pale girl sit under the moonlight,
Transformed by her dark hatred as she crawled away to manifest her spite.

(4) In the dark, as dark things do,
Did crawl, did writhe, did hate, did spite,
A ghoulish phantom born of night,
No longer a girl with a beating heart,
Now just a corpse that could not, would not age,
Immortality was now an ironic cage.
Sinewy limbs that stretched upon bone,
Eyes so black they seemed made of stone,
To look at a distance, you'd think her eleven,
To get any closer, would leave you nearest to heaven.
She was no longer a little girl,
No longer would her teeth gleam a diamond pearl,
So it seems at last,
Our timeless queen was now; a Ghast.

(5) Tempest fujit,
Tempest fujit,
The words written into the high standing monastery bannister,
Caused our poor Ghast to lose it and tear out it's hair.
So out it ran, or scuttled some could say,
Howling long for the heart that had brought it this dismay.
To the town of Moonpale, and not a second too late,
Though late was pretty good and at the latest better yet.
What a shock for the people as the Ghast appeared in their sight,
A hideous looming ghoul frail and white.
They ran, drove and hobbled in fear,
How could one not run with something that monstrous so near.
Soon the Ghast grew angry and demanded a heart,
Lest unfortunate circumstances tear them apart.
Nobody answered, No!, what could they say?
All were too fearful the Ghast would come their way.

(6) Dark attrocities did come upon the people of Moonvale town,
One by one they were slowly hunted down.
Each for their own heart,
When the Law of order asked who was the culprit,
The people cried out "The Ghast!",
The policeforce doubled over and let out a chesty laugh.
So on did the Ghast hunt for a heart,
Sadly though none t'would fit,
Or for that matter start.

(7) Now on a Christmas eve lay a boy, Tommy Tuckett, in bed destined to pass,
His parents locked him in his room,
So afraid the outside world would bring certain doom,
And on this eve of Christmas,
A jangle and a tiptoe did come,
Not from a plump fellow in red as most would assume,
But a skeletal figure clad in white who chose so silently to loom.
It snuck past all the presents,
It snuck past all the toys,
For what use would a Ghast have of them;
When it could feast on heart of girl and boy?
Up the stairs it did creep,
When all lay quiet and sound asleep,
Up to a locked reinforced door,
The Ghast took a deep whiff knowing well before it was it's allure.
The door did come away easy,
For the Ghast had formidable might,
It licked its parched rotten lips,
For a bed-ridden boy was in it's sight.

(8) Now the Ghast was a dabbler and chose to play with it's prey,
But as it pounced upon the bed; plunging not feet first but the head,
Did the Ghast experience something to it's dread,
Clutching to the boy's still beating heart,
Two words slipp'd out like a dart,
Not striking it between the eye,
But hitting deep in a place nobody thought would ever lie.

(9) At last Christmas came,
And at the first sight of morning light,
Rose mr and mrs Tuckett in pleasant delight.
They ran down for the presents to carry to with glee,
A present for their dearest and only son, Tommy.
Strange though, that the door lay flat upon the floor,
Stranger still, that Tommy's window was open to light the room with morning glore,
But strangest of all was a sight they could not understand at all,
And nobody may ever,
Never, not at all.
For peacefully silent, far quieter than a mouse,
Lay young Tommy Tuckett and a young lady,
Once called 'The Ghast'.
 
 
Elizabeth
18 October 2006 @ 11:41 am


I painted over my pic in MS Paint because I'm a bored and lonely person. However, yes, this is an attempt to become friends only.. Though I'm still working on making everything private, I suppose.

Drop a comment if you would like to be added. Please include a sacrifice of some sort. I don't accept virgins or burnt lambs anymore, but poems are always nice :P.

<3 Liz
 
 
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