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5/3/04 10:58 pm - I'll say more after I sleep another 24 hours, take a shower, and get film developed.

COACHELLA! :']

p.s. i came twice during the evens.

6/25/03 08:48 pm - THIS JOURNAL ENTRY SUCKS. AND WHO CARES ABOUT CAVE IN?

So how about I'm so boring right now? And so bitchy! Stop it, Lisa!

Work is, like, teh total gheysaur? Or something? I don't have energy to do a goddamn thing anymore. I hate this. I hate it!!

Also? Pills definitely make me insane, especially when mixed with alcohol. See: Lisa confessing "feelings" she has for boy she IS completely in love with, but in a completely platonic way, out of nowhere (Does that even make sense?) See: Lisa getting insanely jealous when boy she doesn't know but thinks is cute dances with another girl all night the following Sunday. Like, completely INSANEly jealous. Uhhh.... so...

...I hate to jump on the "I'm sobering up" bandwagon but whatever. I'm not quitting a thing. But I need to detoxify my poor Lisaness. I'm talking about it all: pills, alcohol, even coffee. And I'm going to go to the gym more. I need to get healthy, among other things.

Edit: And a special thanks to my girls for being so patient with me, always!

Okay so: (I don't even know if this is possible, but let's give it a try!)
WANTED: Warm body to sleep next to 1-2 times a week. Must not live far from GV, and if so, must live close to Summerlin/The Lakes and not mind if I bring a toothbrush and some facewash over. No relationship or jealousy please. Bed must be size "queen" or larger, to avoid Lisa freak-out episodes due to excessive closeness. Must make me laugh. Send applications to: Slackersloveme@aol.com. Thanks.

FREE MARTHA
LIBERATE THE BEAST!
OR DIE TRYING!

P.S.
Dearest Jose,
I'm sorry I was so tired today, but you
WILL cook for me soon. >=]

xoxo,
Lisa

EDITEDITEDIT: OKAY TWO OTHER THINGS.

I saw Mogwai. Whatever. But I think Tom fell in love with me that night. It's getting serious, guys.

Also: SO PATTY AND I WENT AND SAW LOU REED. OKAY GREAT. LET ME JUST SAY THAT GUY IS T-R-I-P-P-I-N-G BALLS. HE GOT IN A FIGHT WITH A FAT GUY, STORMED OFF STAGE, AND RECITED HIS OWN VERSION OF "THE RAVEN" AT TOP SPEED WHILE A NINJA PERFORMED MARTIAL ARTS ON STAGE. I DIDN'T GET IT.
The highlight was seeing my forever crush, Doug Elfman, and him sort-of remembering who I was!? IT WILL HAPPEN! I SWEAR IT!

But the best part was after said acid trip: Patty and I had spotted two hotties and decided to get closer. After further inspection, we decided they had to be gay. So we drive to Spencer's house to see if anything was going on. THEN we realize the boys WEREN'T gay because they had been STARING at us the ENTIRE TIME! To make a long story short, one of the boys eventually finds US again, and we walk around the Hard Rock with this guy, who everyone thinks is Jack White (Of White Stripes fame) but calls Jack Black (of Tenacious D fame) because everyone calls Jack White Jack Black. (If I were Jack Black, I'd be pissed.)

This guy is really drunk and really wants to bang Patty because she's wearing red, white, and black, too. So I walk ahead of them. AND THEN IT GOES REALLY WILD:

WHILE I'M WALKING, SOME BRO-MOS SURROUND ME? AND THEN ONE OF THEM JUMPS IN FRONT OF ME AND STARTS PLAYING SOME WICKED AIR GUITAR!! AND THEN ANOTHER ONE GRABS MY ARM SO I SCREAM A LOT AND RUN OUT WITH PATTY.

As if that wasn't ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS completely on its own, Jack White's explanation for why the whole event took place makes me DELIRIOUSLY insane with pleasure: "THAT'S BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE ROCK 'N ROLL GIRLS!"

Sigh. Life, you rule.

6/18/03 06:41 pm

I can't decide about Le Tigre. Whatever.



Honestly? Sometimes I get kind of sick of saying "I rule."
No. Wait. I don't.


I RULE!

6/10/03 11:50 pm - Trash Sunday. Worst.Night.Ever?

No, there were definitely good parts. But I obviously need a chaperone or something, damn me. :( So TOTALLY out of control. I'm going to have a reputation of not only being a stupid blonde soon, but a stupid blonde lush!
Patty and I need to start issuing out apologies before we attend events together, because we're out of control (especially the LISA half of the duo).

BUT the following was accomplished:
1. I got along beautifully with Kyle Montoya! Incredible.
2. I finally got the nerve to end whatever miscommunication I had with Joie. We even hugged!
3. I made Joey Battie punch a pole in pure frustration! Don't worry, we're intense, we're still madly in love.
4. I'M IN AN ARM SLING AND LEG BRACE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? STOP LAUGHING AT ME YOU ASSHOLES. I HATE YOU!
5. I lost a lot of money and the next two weeks are going to kind of blow because of it.
And I saw all of my little darlings.

(SIDE NOTE SIDE NOTE SIDE NOTE: HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THE DAMN THING IF EVERY PLACE I GO TO IS COMPLETELY BOY BARREN?? WHAT THE HELL!)

But sigh, you know you either had a really great or a really horrible weekend when you wake up the following Monday out $400 dollars and incapable of moving your left arm (ironically enough in a straight edge t-shirt!)

So here I am, bored, lonely, in pain, on percocets. And Patty just called to make me jealous. That bitch! It worked! She gets absolutely ALL the fun, and everyone hates me! This is SO NOT FAIR.


ALSO: As much as it bugs me to make whatever silly boy/girl who stole my wallet (steal the money if you must, but please have the decency to give the important stuff back!) I am issuing the following:

LOST: AVOCADO- GREEN FOSSIL WALLET!
Last seen at Sasha's/Tramps whatever. It misses its mommy (its mommy being ME, drivers license reads "Ella Elise Phillips." Please return! If you don't know where I live, email me or leave it at Remington's or Joey Battie's or Bryan Novelo's house or something, someone, for the love of God! Thank you <3333333333333333333

Ugh also my hair needs something done for it, that's for sure. To make myself feel better about my horrible life I'm going to get all girlie this week. Screw you guys!

On another note, the other day on the radio I head WHITE TOWN'S "YOUR WOMAN" for the first time since, like, seventh grade. The only appropriate course of action after this rediscovery, obviously, was to download it and create a cd containing only "Your Woman." It is now the ONLY song I voluntarily listen to. THE ONLY ONE!

I love life even if it's kind of mad at me right now.

EDIT: I CANNOT, UNFORTUNATELY, ATTENDS TONIGHT'S SHOW. I WILL BE AT ALLISON'S GRADUATION. <3

5/3/03 03:54 pm - LJ DRAMA IS FOR YOUR (MORMON) MAMA

Uhhhh.
So what's up with kids getting into MY business with Brett, telling me to "shut the fuck up" , and then calling me crazy when I tell them they're not even close to being intimidating? Whatever happened to people minding their business? And uhhh what happened to loyalty? Nevermind all the unkind words you've said about your rediscovered friend in the past: Now that you've gotten your favor, I'm sure you'll be loyal and decent. Right? Right.

Pretty weak, Kyle Montoya. You hate every single one of your ex-girlfriends for no reason. And I've got the problem? Really? It must be all the LORTABS I take.
No more acting like a 14 year-old scene girl. For any of us.
I'm sorry but this issue needed to be addressed. Now it's over. Don't be mad, son!

BALEETED!!

Blah blah blah. Sorry Brett. :(
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