Alright, turns out, there's a new level of pathetic. I've reached it, and I wouldn't wish it on even my worst enemies (click here for enemy #1).

I'll elaborate on my worthless life so that at least my mom has a place to come read about the "going-ons" of her youngest child--she is, after all, the only person who would ever read this. Thanks mom. Much love.

For about a week now, I've had this lump in the back of my throat. It kind of feels like a large clump of food that has lodged itself in the very back, occasionally extending itself far enough to poke the back of my tongue and make me feel real uncomfortable. At this point, my best friend and ex-rooommate Andrea would start pounding the Vitamin C and Airborne, and probably already be looking for someone to cover all work shifts for the next week. I handle sickness a little differently. I am much more inclined to let my body fend for itself. I mean, really, at this point it should know how to handle such matters on its own. By doing nothing, I am teaching my body to fight its own battles without the help of such supplements. Adapt or die, right?

Perhaps it is this philosophy that led to the events that followed. The lump decided to get about 3 times larger and then invited all of its smaller white lump friends to come party on its surface. This, in turn, led to one of the most boring weekends of my life.

Note: For whatever reason, these throat lumps of bacteria are not attractive to the opposite sex. Do not attempt to look or feel attractive while hosting a lump, you will achieve neither, and most likely you will just gross people out.

Thursday Night

9:54 pm Finally reached local Urgent Care Facility, convinced I have strep throat. Again.

10:20 pm The doctor is ready for me.

10:31 pm The doctor will be right with me.

10:33 pm Registered Nurse tries to figure out the ear thermometer.

10:39 pm RN figures out ear thermometer. Swabs throat. Doctor will be right with me.

10:50 pm The doctor is with me.

10:51 pm The Urgent Care doctor is also the worlds fastest diagnostician and is 100% confident that I do not have strep throat. Rather, I am the proud owner and host to thousands of bacteria for no apparent reason at all.

10:52 pm Given prescription for Amoxicillin and "lots of fluids"

12:03 am In bed with some grapes, string cheese and 6 blockbuster rentals.

And so began the most boring weekend of my life. A weekend of grapes, string cheese, 8 episodes of Mad Men, and 5 movies--interrupted only by the double shifts at the pizza factory, which eventually I became too sick to work, and was sent home to lay in bed and watch more movies. 

 

P.S. Congratulations to Scott Hyde and Jenna Brooks who tied the knot in San Diego this weekend, I would have loved to be in California with every single one of my friends celebrating your love and the beach and the perfect weather. I am sorry I couldn't make it, I was supposed to be working. 

Alright, so we all know that TiVo is a wanted luxury. Mainly because if we have to wait 2 and a half minutes to find out what happens next in the Hills, we might remember during that 2 and a half minutes that we have way more important things to do, and that we really might just be a little pathetic.

It just so happens that I like commercials, and I kind of resent TiVo. Sometimes. Mainly cause if I was zooming through a break on a recorded episode of CSI, I might miss this little gem. And boy do I feel lucky that I got to see it. Thank you Nike. And Ice Cube. And Paul Rodriguez. You three might just be the trifecta of badass.

View the 60 second spot that I speak of here

 

Ok, so I haven't posted in a while. a LONG while?

The good news is, the boots are found. Bad news, I am having an identity crisis. Most importantly, I am curbing the disturbing inward questioning about my purpose in life with a Harry Potter-a-thon. Yes I am re-reading the books from beginning to end. Current status: book 4. Harry just snuck into the prefects bathroom to open his magic egg. Only after wasting loads of time because of his jealousy of Cedric Diggory, who BY THE WAY, is way hotter as cedric than as that pansy-and-a-half Edward from the twilight flicks. Agreed?

More news. I have decided to be incredibly spontaneous. Yes, spontaneous. These moods are creeping up on me every now and again. The other day I had the unstoppable urge to drive up Provo Canyon by myself and sleep in the back of my car. Well, as I was already in the car when I decided this, I had to drive to the several local grocery stores at 11pm to ask if they sold blankets. Finally the Orem Macey's at which my bestie Chris works at was able to provide me with a 5 foot by 5 foot purple peice of luxury. Chris works the graveyard shift, and I was hoping to run into him. Instead, I saw his friend Andrew who, when I told him I needed a blanket in the middle of the night so that I could sleep alone in Provo Canyon, looked at me like I was insane. He also didn't believe that I did not have a hot piece of action waiting for me in the car. But yes, I was alone. But no, I didn't stay alone, and yes, I did sleep in the canyon, and yes, it was beautiful. 

The point is: spontaneity. Hardly an appreciated quality in a person. Tomorrow I leave for Portland, Oregon because I have never been there and I feel like going. I don't have a plan, or a place to stay, or any money really. What's being 22 for? 

 

Why do I feel like I'm having a mid-life/identity crisis about 20 years too soon?

HELLO MY NAME is liz teran. You can call me liz, elizabeth, elle, ellie, lizzy (not lizzie), terantula, terannosaurus, terrain, or L-train. I am a lover of nice looking things, and I stay up late at night trying really hard to think of witty things to say. It pays off.

I love all things visual. I spent my freshman year of college at The Art Institute of Boston studying Photography, which I loved. But one day, I decided to save twenty thousand dollars and transfer to Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah. At BYU, I am an Advertising Major and Visual Arts Minor and I pursue all my passions: photography, design, film, and writing.

This site is merely a channel through which I intend to use friends, family, or you, to further my own purposes. The links on the side will direct you to examples of my own visual work, and even some of them will direct you to the work of those I know and those I respect. Please explore.

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Originally, this site was inspired by my longtime companion and favorite pair of boots. Well, to avoid confusion, I'll clarify. My longtime companion is my favorite pair of boots.

A combination of unfortunate circumstances (perhaps a messy room, or a conniving red bearded fellow) has led to the disappearance of these boots. I have cleaned the messy room and pumped the ginger for info about the boots. As of yet, no success in either area.

A brief description of the victim:

light brown pair of faux leather boots. size 9. (8 1/2 + thick socks = 9)

approx. 11 inches in height. 4 inch width from front view, 5.5 inch width from side view.

Salt stains (previously white, now turned black) on the top side of each boot.

Each boot was thoughtfully designed with a tassel on each side of each boot, attached near the top and running approx. 3.5 inches in length.

Each boot shows some loving wear and tear on the toe end (slight fraying of the fabric ends should be visible) and also on the soles (as in: there isn't a sole anymore. ergo, the thick socks).

For months now, I have been pressured by outside forces (my mother, roommates, teachers, friends, strangers) to burn my boots, and replace them with a more "functional" pair. And for months, I refused. Now some higher power (or my mother) has decided the fate of my boots, and I didn't even get to say goodbye.

But i will not give up. I will find my boots, and when I do.......actually I was considering getting new soles put on? Anyone know a place?

Dear Boots: i love you. Til we meet again, only your cousin pair of moccasins will satisfy my needs. You will not be replaced.

Love, Liz.