I hate how liquid she is

I hate how liquid she is
splashing from room to room
seeping under the doors and
through the cracks
showing up where you least expect her
smiling, bubbling,
staining the wallpaper.
With a crash
she throws herself down the stairs
like water over the Green Lane Dam;
crackling, and loud.

The Truth About It Is...

Playing music loudly in my room and frustrated that "Stumble" on Firefox continues to redirect me from Counterculture, I stumble across a page on Fibromyalgia Management.

http://www.everydayhealth.com/fibromyalgia/fibromyalgia-coping-physically.aspx?xid=SU_

The truth about it is, I'm not disabled...These people are talking about coping with re-entering the workforce, and avoiding household tasks like washing dishes to prevent "Flare-ups". I'm twenty years old, barely beginning to figure out what kind of adventures I can get away with during adult life; some of my favorite things are dancing, gardening, taking long walks and generally getting my heart rate up any way possible. So what am I? Crazy. Not the most social person in the world. Weaker than average.A college student with an anxiety disorder.A terrible friend. A masochist. Just bitter.A little emo. The worlds most predictable cop-out.Under the weather.An eighty year-old woman with the height of a supermodel-Anything I can belive that doesn't summon images of late childhood and early adolescence; that crushing weight of passive doctors and nurses, weekly blood drawings, pick lines, pills and that pressing face of a caring, controlling and out of control mother. Peers with pink faces drawing a chalk line between themselves and my sorry skinny hide, tottering on the edge of understanding my own mortality. I have a handicap parking sticker, but I don't cut myself the slack of believing I'm...

It's frustrating. When people know, when people don't. There are days when I look at you people,through a fog, convinced that you have no idea what pain means or what I would give to have a body that followed the basic set of rules everyone else seems to enjoy. Of course, this isn't true-we all seem to have our own share of trauma.

Middle Rant

Five Minute Depression fighters.

Play 'Clint Eastwood' by the Gorilaz.

Stop at Barnes N Noble or similar bookstore. Inhale.

Buy a different shade of near-black nail polish.

Rent two movies; a guilty pleasure and something you need to see

Turn off your cell phone and enjoy five minutes of being unreachable and out without anyone's permission. (Less than ten years ago this was a dream, after all.)

Listen to music or read in your car when it's raining.***works particularly well with moon roofs.

Go to Mr.Lee's and pick up a pint of won-ton soup.


Paint your lips red, fluff out your bedraggled hair and impose yourself on humanity in whatever form first presents itself.

Read enough Thoreau to nurse a brief period of self-righteous solitude driven artwork.

Embrace your right to have an off day, moment or year. The best part of being human is smiling when you mean it.

Stumble. (or is this a symptom...)

*phone rings*

Saturday June 7th

Midnight Rocky Horror

I was feeling a little peculiar-Had it in my head to drive up to Macungie to visit my old high school (a mere hour away) at 11:00, but luckily saw people hanging outside the grand theater in Pennsburg wearing sequenced bustiers and stopped-Despite being in the mood to watch a classic by myself, surrounded by jolly weird strangers I still felt a little out of place. It was as scripted as catholic mass, but with Slut and Asshole replacing "Jesus" and "Thy"... I'm all for shouting obscenities in a dark theater, but apparently I'm snobby in my tolerance of magic the gathering chicks with flip books of prompts and choruses of "shits for brains" drowning out meatloaf's lyrics. *le' sigh* That being said, it was exactly what i needed.

Friday June 12th

Cats hate homework.

Snapped while working through Binomials with Mrs.Tims mom Friday afternoon- It felt really good to visit...

Thursday June 11th

"Of Course not, your a boy."

I was badly caught between this and a pic from the meeting, but seeing as Josh ships out (today? Tomorrow?) this might be my only chance to post a picture of him in butterfly wings, even if the quality is crappy

Wednesday June 10th

quiet evening in.

Tueday June 9th

Hot Patootie bless my soul, I really love that rock n roll...

Unfinished, and taken from where its chilling on my cabinet-blah.

unrelated- a melancholy day.

Monday June 8th

I live in my room.

Sunday June 7th

7 am tastes like doughnuts and failure.

Saturday June 6th

Camp-Ho.

Check back for comments later-I'm still digesting this weekend, and the sounds of the Rocky Horror Picture Show in the background is pretty distracting...

Friday June 5th

Rocker Handicap Dude.

Thursday June 4th

Vultures.


Dear Montco Security Personel:

Thank you for ticketing me for forgetting to put up my handicap parking sign, and expired Montco Parking tag; Because, you know, its entirely possible that some hoodlums would use your parking lot IN THE FREAKING MIDDLE OF NOWHERE BLUEBELL MONTGOMERY COUNTY for something other than academic use. Thank you for protecting us from these miscreants and for supporting a flawed bureaucratic system that meets once a month to review parking violations. As a reward for your faithful service you will find enclosed my $60's as well as my first born child and right arm.

Sincerely and Respectfully yours

Lizz Cook.

Wednesday June 3rd

"Sonics Got it."

It really is a shame that this is the only photo i took that night- Free Rootbeer float night turned into a stroll down south street, a pop into Condom Kingdom, a good look at a church turned pub and more- Its funny, but in a way this did me loads more good than walking around memory lane over the weekend.

Math

Tuesday May 2nd collides with trees and houses

Has the food supply in the house gone down to such a critical level that I am contemplating eating my power animal to survive? Not yet. This guy has been living in the corner of the downstairs bathroom for a couple of days, and via Fork was the only way i could free him from cobwebs without his wings breaking off into dust. Glad to feel like joking again.

I feel that the recent crash was in some way related to my over-compensation for the inevitable "down" of summer. I'm not prepared to have everything together yet. Maybe I'll give Dennis's strategy; Do one impulsive and questionable thing with friends once every few weeks, thing a try. I feel better. Bitches.

Post Drama Club Meeting

Monday June 1. No shoes No service.

I was feeling pretty good after the Drama Club "meeting" yesterday, which was mostly taking turns going down the tube slide to build up static electricity and shocking the first person to not shuffle away. Weather has been, like me, capricious-although more pleasant. This was taken outside of McD's, where Sami realized she was shoeless. Lucky for her I never travel without these babys.

cigarettes and bounty

Sunday May 31rst. "we drive without seatbelts on."

Happy Bithday lauryn

Saturday May 30'th Carpe Cakeum.

Sometimes a little madness

Friday 29th Chinese food run # 4

I Fucking Hate Summer.

Bittercup will resume when my mood clears up.