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I was asked to enter my name into a ballot to find out if I would be selected to represent my class. I was really nervous and worried that I wouldn’t be selected because it was something I really wanted to do. I thought I would be good at the role but there were many others who also wanted to be selected. I thought I wouldn’t sleep that night but was really tired so fell asleep straight away.

» Posted By Liz On 03.08.2017 @ 12:44 pm

We had to put names into a ballot to decide which parents would go on camp. The funny thing is that we knew exactly who we wanted to go but had to go through this process in order for the parents to feel it was fair. Not a very fair process at all. I’m sure we have all been in this situation when we have felt the outcome was decided prior to the vote.

» Posted By Liz On 03.07.2017 @ 7:23 pm

We had too many parents wanting to come to camp so had to put it to a ballot. We all know that the reality is, we pick who we want and the ballot system is a farce. If only it was as simple as drawing a few names out of a box. There are so many specific qualities needed for parents on camp. We need to look at their skills, their personalities, how they relate to others, how they manage their own children and quite possibly the other children. Do they have any convictions?

» Posted By Liz On 03.07.2017 @ 7:18 pm


So many debts to repay but not with money. We pay we repay we repave the old roads over and over, not with good intentions but with asphalt, this time the holes will stay closed and the rides will all be smooth and we’ll definitely get where we’re going. Repayment is a long slog, but we have a special plan just for you. I am out of ideas but

» Posted By Liz On 02.07.2017 @ 5:41 am


winter is so very dry I had to water my plants when I came into the office and my skin is flaking off as I type this. I got a new humidifier for the bedroom which is miraculously quiet but has a little light that sometimes keeps me company at night — how can it be so dry when there’s so much snow? These are the deep questions that plague me. v

» Posted By Liz On 01.05.2017 @ 8:18 am


Tradition is something very important to me, but sometimes they need to be shaken up. I think routine is very important, but that is a little different than tradition. Traditions to keep us on track with where we’ve come from and who we want to be in the future.

» Posted By Liz On 01.02.2017 @ 9:39 pm


and so it continued, on and on. sometimes she thought it would never stop, it drove her mad, the endless cycles, circles and swirls of consciousness. until one day. it hit her. boom, and it all made sense. finally. fucking finally.

» Posted By Liz On 11.01.2016 @ 3:02 pm


hello school.

» Posted By liz On 10.25.2016 @ 8:18 am


she wasn’t a bad person, at heart. but she always seemed to be doing bad things. bad things that started out as good intentions. well mostly started out as good intentions.

» Posted By liz On 10.16.2016 @ 4:25 pm


“Shitbag!” Kelly screamed at the man that pushed her over on the subway platform.
She picked herself up and smoothed out her skirt, collecting the items that had fallen from her purse.

» Posted By Liz On 10.15.2016 @ 9:10 am


Human structure. Bodies and brains. People are art. The way they move and think. Thoughts that lead to actions and actions that lead to thoughts. Mind games in which bodies are pieces to mess with people’s minds and bodies. The structure of people. Together. The structure of society.

» Posted By Liz On 08.11.2016 @ 4:14 am

The structure of a building is beautiful to some. I find it boring. Body structure. Brain structure. Humans are art. Thoughts lead to actions.

» Posted By Liz On 08.11.2016 @ 4:11 am


sobbing. she wasnt sobbing. its always about she, isn’t it. she wasn’t sobbing when i found her. she had her sunglasses over her face, containing her frustration and self-pitying. She said the city made her feel like such a little child and so helpless. 7 years in this stupid place and she still gets so lost. i understand. how brave she is to let herself be so

» Posted By Liz On 01.30.2016 @ 2:17 pm


interesting activity

» Posted By liz On 01.13.2016 @ 11:53 am

limited people

» Posted By liz On 01.13.2016 @ 11:53 am

limited people

» Posted By liz On 01.13.2016 @ 11:52 am


rgfgfg gfgfsg g I like pumpkins because they are green and yellow and blue and red and white. I am not afraid of them? Halloween is fun. Very very fun. Like totally fun!

» Posted By Liz On 11.30.2015 @ 11:07 am


As soon as she heard the news of his passing, she ran. She ran from the hospital, and collapsed. Tears spilled from her eyes.

» Posted By liz On 10.17.2015 @ 5:59 pm


Jasmine was never serious. It was a fact of life. So when Mark opened his door and saw her standing there without her trademark grin, he panicked. What could have possibly happend that tamed Jasmine’s hyperactivity? It had to be bad.

» Posted By Liz On 09.09.2015 @ 5:13 pm


i was thinking that i was going to get plants when i clicked go, i was thikning about gaia and the plants that grow from the groun. i was thinking about roots that go into the earth. roots of plants and roots of people, people belong to the earth. we belong to where we are from, we belong to where we are. we are rooted in the past, the present and the future. our roots keep us grounded, but also let us grow and expand.

» Posted By liz On 07.11.2015 @ 6:34 am


i don’t have to study for anything anymore. I’m not in school. I don’t really feel the need to study anything else at the moment. I wish I could have something to study i never studied well in school. I’ve used the word too many times. this is very impulsice and i don’t like it.

» Posted By liz On 07.08.2015 @ 8:05 pm


The note was signed anonymous. She started at the word. A cold chill ran through her. She would never know. This note, this piece of paper was all that she had looked for. And it was useless – she would never know who had killed him.

» Posted By Liz On 06.10.2015 @ 6:15 pm


I got nothing. I suppose that makes me a parasite to this world.

» Posted By Liz On 04.01.2015 @ 8:05 am


This week just seems to stretch out longer than I can take. Stress Stress Stress. That is all I have known. Ugh, I can’t wait to go home and never get out of bed again. My haven. At least till my alarm tomorrow morning. Got to love this working class business.

» Posted By Liz On 03.26.2015 @ 12:33 pm


As I opened up my eyes and yawned, my body begged me to stretch out as far as my limbs could allow. The sweet extension of all my joints then the even sweeter contraction. Good morning.

» Posted By Liz On 03.25.2015 @ 10:36 am


I am American, although that’s not something that I think means anything anymore. Ha! Remember when it used to? But I was always the kid in the back of the room that didn’t quite say the words to the Pledge of Allegiance out loud, just sort of mumbling them under my breath, if any sound came out at all. I always felt, even from a young age, that compulsory recitation was unfair, especially in terms of requiring me to pledge my allegiance to an unknown god. Whose god, anyway? Mine? Theirs? It never seemed particularly right or fair to require that from children. And so I stopped.

» Posted By liz On 03.22.2015 @ 11:33 pm


As I stepped onto the stage, I realized this was it. This moment was my future. Julliard. I need to make this happen. I need to dance hard. I took a deep breath, looked at the judges and danced like I had never danced before. All the pain, all the practice I had endured over the years was all for this moment. I let the music take to a place that I could never describe in words. I can only describe it with the movement in my body. Dipping and spinning into a bright future and I bow to the judges and exit the stage. The sweat beading off my body from strain and satisfaction.

» Posted By Liz On 03.22.2015 @ 10:40 am


It was early sunday morning, trust me when I say this, I was not pleased to be up. There was this persistant knocking at my front door that had pulled me from the safety of my bed. When I finally make it to the front door, standing on my patio is a salesmans. He was dressed in a nice blue tailored suit with a smile even the devil couldn’t refuse. Well, before I have any caffeine I am quite a bitch honestly. I am not dealing with this right now, I think to myself. As the thought came and went, I had opened the door I slammed it back shut in this guys face. Then I headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. What an asshole.

» Posted By Liz On 03.20.2015 @ 7:27 am


I charged ahead and, without a second thought, ripped the remnants of my shirt off of my torso, letting it fall behind on the gravel. I had been in many situations like this, without these exact circumstances; there are no thoughts except “I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared.” Red alert, run.

» Posted By Liz On 03.14.2015 @ 7:38 pm


When I sit in front of the half assed alter I made in my living room, looking at all the crystals and candles and all that other hippie shit that is suppose to make me feel better, I realize this is not my life and I don’t know when it stoppped being mine.

» Posted By Liz On 02.11.2015 @ 12:39 pm

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