In other news...

So I somehow need to start writing in this instead of thinking "oh, I'll just do it later." It's only for my own benefit to write, so I'm not sure why I procrastinate so badly. I've always enjoyed writing journal entries so I can recollect my past in my future. There's 2 years of my life missing thanks to liquor because I didn't want to write it down. Well no more, small October recap for future Liz!

Liz, for your 22 birthday you went to Austin to go to the Freakshow Festival, despite your dislike for the ableist term in the title. You enjoyed yourself, Calabrese and Koffin Kats were awesome, Mad Sin too. Afterwards you went to Elysium and appreciated deep conversations with one of your best friends. Good times were had.

Later, you saw God Module and Imperative Reaction perform at The Church, except for the part of actually seeing them. Most of your night consisted of chain smoking on the balcony, which was still fun. 

An important milestone passed in your life near the end of the month, you were invited to a wedding... for the first time! Your coworker had a beautiful, nerdy wedding that was to die for. You made sure to not waste any drinks and got a pet terrarium. 

Now to other things and less crazy speak! 

I finally started drawing again with my new tablet, which is what I hope to document here is a timeline progression of my art and self. These were my first few attempts at digital sketching as well as working on the character design for the title character, Liz of Locksley. Team Liz go!

SPORTS SPORTS SPORTS YEAH!

So Friday was the first home game of the Dallas Stars season. I can not live without hockey, so this was a much needed event. Hockey is comparable to my sugar addiction, aka something that keeps me from punching things. My uncle came down from Chicago to go to the game with my sister and I. It was boss. 

My famirie <3

I had my hawk up and got a ridiculous amount of attention. The unfortunate thing about this is that I don't miss Sharks games, my hawk is teal, I'll be giving off awful mixed signals. This lead to a decision to get a whole hockey outfit together for the new season, starting with a mild alteration of the hawk. 

Yes, yes, this will go very nicely. 

Also, I just bought a bear costume for Halloween. 

Harry Potter and the Post-Potter Depression

While sitting here trying to decipher the full reasoning why I ever started a paid blog, why I didn't just settle with blogspot like the cool kids, or why I even wanted a blog at all. (Other than the fact I've been doing it for 7 years on the now mostly-dead Livejournal.) Is it because I miss the live reports, the community of bloggers, the idea that someone cares about me that I've never met. (Actually, I've met the majority of my livejournal friends now.) This is not the point of the entry, the point of this entry is to post about Harry Potter and it's finale because I'd be lying to myself if I didn't update about it.

Harry Potter is a huge part of my life, I've always been part of that part of the internet. It was my first fandom, it was who made me who I am, or at least a large part of it. No one can ever understand what it means to those of us who do feel this way. It was the glue in friendship as a kid. We'd go play Hogwarts in the creek, and try to accio Daniel Radcliffe (or Rupert Grint in my case.) We'd did the midnight premiere of every showing (and book) except for the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone. (Most of us were already into Harry Potter, we were just 11 and not a full friends group yet.)

My now best friend(Brittany) hated me at the time. Harry Potter is what made us friends. You see, we had the same best friend and were severely jealous of the other. She moved across the street from me and Brittany was spending the night at her place. They came over, Brittany had jelly beans on her teeth and chased me around my house with a knife. She saw my Harry Potter decorated room, and then we decided we'd be friends. From then on our group of outcasts grew, all of us individuals, all of us loved Harry Potter. The late nights spent discussing the future of Neville Longbottom, or what was really up with Snape, secret discussions of Drarry, of how well Luna was cast and anything of the like. The 6th movie was the last one we all saw together. We dressed up and bid our farewells. One of us moved to Hawaii to intern for Andy South. One of us started a family. One settled with her boyfriend. And two of us, Brittany and myself went off to college in a traditional manner. Only Brittany saw the last installment with me.

When people say that it's the end of our childhood, we aren't kidding. This shit is so symbolic. We went out to lunch with most of the group that afternoon, yet only Brittany and I could make it to the film. It really was the end of our childhood. There wasn't the glue of Harry Potter anymore. We had each developed our own lives, all very separate from one another. So this is my explanation to those who make fun of me for crying, caring and loving this series like it was my own. I've never known a life without Harry Potter, and I don't plan to start now.

The purikura is of Brittany and I when she visited :) It adds a happy glow to the post.

Sometimes I feel like Sailor Jupiter....

Sometimes I wish I wasn't a feminist, and by sometimes I mean all the time. I absolutely hate constantly being in debates about things that don't matter so much, but do at the same time. I wish that I could have gone into art, animation or baking like I wanted, something that soothes the creative soul. I wish that I wasn't forced into a 'real' major that I became so heavily passionate about.

All my life my Mom raised me to be a feminist, when we'd play dollhouse daddy would jump off the roof. When I played Barbies, I had one Ken and I got enjoyment from ripping his head off. (Note: A lot of my Barbies ended up decapitated somehow, but I actually remember the night I killed Ken.) I've always related much stronger to masculine ideas than feminine ideas. I didn't wear girls clothes until my sophomore year of high school, and even then it was a stretch. When we got uniforms at school, I wore boys shirts and pants. I was always insecure in my masculinity, because I had no femininity to speak of.

The past 4 years of my life have put me through a lot of shitty situations with men, at least in a sexual way. (In a friendship way, the last 4 years have been most fruitful ♥) This leads me to now. I don't know how be able to be a feminine person. I don't know how to not think like a feminist. I don't know how to not react harshly. I don't know how to give off my point in a way that doesn't offend.

I don't want to be a feminist. It just happened that way and I can't control what my heart does because of it. SURE I absolutely want to fight for equal rights among all genders, SURE I absolutely agree that certain situations are fucked up, but I wish this wasn't my main identity. I wish I could have gone in a major that had not cultivated this person, but it's so ingrained now I don't know how to properly control it and when is the proper time for proper discussions.

So instead, I'm going to do the female blogger thing and post pictures of my clothes and stuff!









Really, I don't know what to do with myself.

Internet Dating | Reasons why I didn't reply to your charming message,Part 1

Hi, I'm Liz. I hate people, dating and having to accept others flaws. That's not the full case, but really, I'm just not the biggest fan of lowering my standards. On a dating site I'm on, mostly to make friends, I always get messages that make me go "Really?" I decided, "Man, I should really start writing on dating site grievances." So I did, in a series I'd like to call "Reasons why I didn't reply to your charming message." This is part one.

Misusing a term (that is important to my daily life)

This isn't actually that big of a deal to me, as I don't have the biggest grasp of the english language myself. I actually just looked through my inbox in went in order and figured out why I didn't reply to a message. This in particular was misusing "misogyny." Feminism plays a big role in my life, so I expect a basic understanding of what misogyny actually entails. It would be like going up to a baker and telling him his scone is a nice cupcake. It's not a big deal, at all, but definitely won't lead you on a path to the key of my chastity belt of life.

Assuming my calendar is open

So you're trying to get a date with me right? Well setting a date without even asking about my schedule is the last way to get it done. I'm a full time student plus I work part time and still try and manage a smudge of a social life, chances are my schedule is full. Instead of saying "Saturday" say "Hey, would you like to go to brunch sometime?" putting some sort of date to it makes me entirely less likely to bargain a date with you. (especially if you send this on the first message, I mean, fuck off, at least get my name first.) 

Being 40

You're 40, I'm 21 and won't even date people older than 26? What in hells name makes you even think it's not creepy to message me? Unless our interests are uncannily similar and you just want to be friends or network with me, then you're best off messaging a girl with bigger daddy issues than myself. 

Being baby faced

Okay, I'm sorry, but really, I'm only attracted to guys who are rough around the edges. This is really no fault of your own. A quick look at my pictures would probably show that I'm not a big fan of normal attire, I like my boys the same way.

Trying too hard to pretend what I like

I am 100% guilty of having done this. Sometimes you just try to hard to get the person you like to like you back that you're willing to put on a fake persona or fake interests. It's not cute, it's annoying and truthfully, you should be yourself because that's the best way to find a genuine match.

"Hope you're having a nice day!"

Thanks. That's it? Oh the a cute comment about the local weather? Really? Thanks. I can see you put effort into this.

Shitty tattoos

If we meet in real life, I'd probably look over this. (I have before….) If there is a picture of you showing off a tattoo you obviously got in your friends basement that's a "badass" circle-A, I'm definitely not interested.

On a positive note, this is what will make me message you:

Note: Neckbeards need no apply.


Also, only one girl has ever messaged me, and I replied but the conversation fizzled out, so there you have it. That's my section on girls. Deal with it.

Why I hate my Android (or on how I learned to love my iPhone)

I'm not a very impulsive person. My every decision has been calculated at least two days in advance, and that is only for hour long affairs. If someone wants to hang out with me it's basically like making a doctor's appointment. "Oh... I can see you in 2 days at 5pm." Needless to say, I like careful planning and intricate knowledge of a situation.

For once in my life, I decided to go against my prior regimen and it's a decision I regret greatly. I was reaching the end of my contract with AT&T and decided I'd go with the brand new HTC Thunderbolt. A decision I'll regret for the next two years.

I watched my friends play with their androids with so much excitement. I rarely found a unhappy android owner, so I decided it would be okay to go with this product before reviews. I should have taken the constant delays as a sign. I should have taken my regrowing affection my iPhone as a sign.

I'm losing nerd cred the more I type, but I really don't care. I'll list my reasons why now, because I'm sick of getting shit for being an iPhone/Apple lover and being a nerd at the same time.



First: Aesthetics

This part is vain and ultimately unimportant, but needs to be said. For the same reason Macbooks are so popular, Apple truly understands the importance of design. The Thunderbolt is 'eh,' the kickstand is severely awkward and the phone is bulky and heavy. (Although, admitting, very powerful.) The iPhone is smooth, simple and easy.

Also, from the stance of someone who's primary computer is a Mac, the ability for syncing is completely equal (if not better) to that of Google, but take a look at Google calender and take a look at iCal. iCal is beautiful, it's very simple, clean and manageable. Google calender is busy and you have to have the internet to use. (Note, you cannot get the Google pack on a Mac and syncing capabilities with iCal are sub-par to say the least.)



Second: OS
Now the android OS isn't naturally terrible, but it's way of communicating with the cloud is too much and very haphazardly done which is terrible for someone with OCD and no spare time to clean up loose ends. I don't know if this problem is specifically HTC, or android in particular. It's so busy, it's so much, it's too much. I refuse to root the thing because it'll make my situation and dislike for the product even worse. Now, all these things aren't a bad thing if you like complex machinery, and I definitely understand the need for it, but I don't want it. I want it to be simple. I don't need or want my phone to have all this extra shit and the things that I do want on my phone are ridiculously difficult to manage.

Also, I've learned I fucking hate widgets. They're terrible battery suckers. :( The only ones even half worth the time are sports scores and weather. Also, it's stock email app sucks, I find it not sending emails, not getting emails or taking forever to load new emails even on the 4g network. Plus it comes loaded with tons of unwanted apps that make it busy and feel impersonal.



Third: Functionality
This phone, at least in the way I use it, is not meant to be talked on. Constantly, the phone becomes muted or hangs up in conversations. For awhile, I thought that I was just having some bad luck, but that wasn't the case. It turns out, the sensor isn't responsive if the phone is held too far away from the face. I tend not to hold my phone directly on my face to avoid getting oils back and forth from my phone, fingers and face. On my iPhone I never once had this problem (In fact, I never even had a dropped call, let alone an accidental hang up.) So when I talk on the phone, the screen doesn't always go blank, so sometimes (often) I end up hanging up the phone or muting the phone with my face. This is absolutely the worst problem with the phone. This has made me from eh, to hating this phone.

Plus, the iPhone is an iPod. c'mon. The battery life is exponentially better. I never had problems with it doing things I didn't ask it to do (note, I realize that's a user error, but hell, this is my problems with the phone and no one else's) Maybe this is all just the negative aspects of the Thunderbolt, but I can say that I won't make this mistake again. Flash functionality isn't worth it.

You can 100% label me an idiot, a simpleton, or just a trendwhore because I don't give a fuck. I don't have the time to program my phone for hours on end to get it to the way I need. I don't have time to google and find out where a certain function is hidden the the back of the settings. I don't want my phone to stalk my friends for me and tell me their every waking minute. I don't want the battery sucking performance of the super customizable, complex system of android. Plus, the iPhone market is catered to with products and add-ons(like cases.)

I feel like an old lady saying this, but it's true, I love and miss the simplicity of the iPhone. I'll figure out a way to return to you my love. Soon. :(

#donald4spiderman

Donald Glover is my fucking hero. He's my main source of inspiration, and he's how I view the American dream. Self made foster kid, all around talent, and fucking with the stereotypes. How'd he become moderately famous? By just doing it. I realize that's also how Bieber works, but he's a child and that feels awkward. He also performed stand-up at my school a few weeks back, which was baller.

He's the main reason I finally got the motivation to make my own blog, of the non livejournal variety. Why? Because I've wanted to, and why not just do it? I just feel that's important to mention, and now we're done.

Go team.