what should i do today?

hello, dear bored friends.

i have the cure for your ever present boredom.

and that cure can be found at...


www.showoffbook.com.


it`s an AMAZING website!! i`m so sad i haven`t encountered it sooner! all you do is open the webpage, follow the instructions on the page, and ta-da! it gives you something to do, complete with instructions on how to do it. it`s like what i`ve tried to do with this blog...it gives you ideas on how to do waste time! however, needless to say, they are better at boredom busting than i am. curses.

anyway, go there and enjoy yourself. and come back soon. my blog gets real lonely.

i heart tunes.

this is just a list of some of my all-time favorite songs. i know i forgot some. they will be added promptly


hi --psapp

inevitable --anberlin

reclusion --anberlin

paper thin hymn --anberlin

connect the dots --the spill canvas

aerodynamic --daft punk

timeless --kate havnevik

talking in your sleep --the romantics

dreams --deepfield

the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage --panic! at the disco

orange range --asterisk

mr. hurricane --beast

loser --beck

the metro --berlin

white wedding --billy idol

rebel yell --billy idol

to die for --birthday massacre

my moves are white [white hot, that is] --cobra starship

break --the cinematics

lovecats --the cure

the mariner's revenge song --the decemberists

world in my eyes --depeche mode

the glass prison --dream theater

idioteque --radiohead

glass danse --the faint

stakeout --freezepop

robotique majestique --ghostland observatory

feel good, inc --gorillaz

ichirin no hana --high and mighty color

cops and robbers --the hoosiers

everything goes dark --the hoosiers

pardon me --incubus

evil --interpol

boy with a coin --iron & wine

need you tonight --inxs

heartbeats --jose gonzalez

february song --josh groban

the haunting (somewhere in time) --kamelot

walking on air --kerli

i'd rather dance with you --kings of convenience

misread -- kings of convenience

shiola --murder by death

closer --ne-yo

major tom --peter schilling

mercy street --peter gabriel

embrace --pnau, featuring ladyhawke

nothing better --postal service

such great heights --postal service

clark gable --postal service

tiger bomb --presidents of the united states of america

hill of our homes --psapp

jigsaw falling into place --radiohead

house of jealous lovers --the rapture

wildcat --ratatat

cobrastyle --robyn

you can't rollerskate in a buffalo herd --roger miller

ramalama (bang bang) --roisin murphy

night of the dancing flame --roisin murphy

remind me --royksopp

yyz --rush

tom sawyer --rush

black & gold --sam sparro

winds of change --scorpions

le disko --shiny toy guns

don't cry out --shiny toy guns

starts with one --shiny toy guns

you are the one --shiny toy guns

hoppipolla --sigur ros

saeglopur --sigur ros

bigmouth strikes again --the smiths

don't you evah --spoon

stolen car (take me dancing) --sting

don't stand so close to me --the police

the antidote --story of the year

existentialism on prom night --straylight run

you are mine --mutemath

the ballroom blitz --sweet

b.y.o.b. --system of a down

chop suey! --system of a down

toxicity --system of a down

new american classic --taking back sunday

psycho killer --talking heads

elemental --tears for fears

shout --tears for fears

everybody wants to rule the world --tears for fears

particle man --they might be giants

someone keeps moving my chair --they might be giants

whistling in the dark --they might be giants

sapphire bullets of love --they might be giants

hold me now --thompson twins

we walk --the ting tings

monsoon --tokio hotel

africa --toto

into the flood --deepfield

night on fire --vhs or beta

blister in the sun --violent femmes

gone daddy gone --violent femmes

burning --the whitest boy alive

on and on and on --wilco

owner of a lonely heart --yes

tidal --imogen heap

aha! --imogen heap

the walk --imogen heap

the dress looks nice on you --sufjan stevens

chicago --sufjan stevens

that was the worst christmas ever! --sufjan stevens

the are night zombies!! they are neighbors!! they have come back from the dead!! ahhhh! --sufjan stevens

11h30 --danger

watermelon man --herbie hancock

volare --dean martin

fever --michael buble

home --michael buble

all i wanted --paramore

misguided ghosts --paramore

the only exception --paramore

careful --paramore

brick by boring brick --paramore

ignorance --paramore

decode --paramore

let the flames begin --paramore

crushcrushcrush --paramore

we are broken --paramore

fences --paramore

decoy --paramore

loves not a competition (but i'm winning) --paramore

all we know --paramore

pressure --paramore

emergency --paramore

let this go --paramore

conspiracy --paramore

my heart --paramore

rewind --paramore

playing God --paramore

born for this --paramore

misery business --paramore

that's what you get --paramore

...as you can see, i really hate paramore. (joke)

john wayne gacy, jr. --sufjan stevens

sunday bloody sunday --u2

heartbreaker --pat benatar

promises in the dark --pat benatar

love is a battlefield --pat benatar

we belong --pat benatar

concerning the ufo sighting near highland, illinois --sufjan stevens

you can call me al --paul simon

lightsonic --groove armada

i don't know what i can save you from --kings of convenience

sleep to dream her --dave matthews band

crush --dave matthews band

crash into me --dave matthews band

grey street --dave matthews band

so much to say --dave matthews band

gravedigger --dave matthews

walking with strangers --birthday massacre

cities of the future --infected mushroom

before --infected mushroom

eat it raw --infected mushroom

becoming insane --infected mushroom

bombat --infected mushroom

converting vegetarians --infected mushroom

dig --incubus



...and that's not even a complete list...



you know what? just listen to emery. you'll never ever regret it.

don't bore us, get to the chorus --emery
butcher's mouth --emery
fractions --emery
so cold i could see my breath --emery
edge of the world --emery
cutthroat collapse --emery
churches and serial killers --emery
ten talents -emery



boredom buster of the day: check out some of my sweet tunes. while all of them might not be to your taste, i guarantee you'll find at least one gem in there. i have great taste. :)

tweet.

oh yeah.

in case any of you are the twitter type and would like to read my rantings that contain 140 characters or less, you might like to visit

www.twitter.com/lirdabert.

some of you might find them more enjoyable than blogging. i do sometimes. cause it only takes a few seconds and even fewer brain cells. plus they're not very long. they're like...fun-sized blogs. bite-size blogs. blog bites? however, while the lack of length is a plus, it's also my undoing. a pox on those twitter character allowances. a pox!!!!

anyway. go to that link, follow me, and check out my boredom busting blog bites.

love you, bye.

capitalization, schmapitalization.

hello my friends.

if you've read my blog at all (which i'm guessing you haven't, because who reads random blogs?), you'll realize that i never ever capitalize anything that i write. just look at all those times i'm referring to myself! they're all just plain, small dotted-i's. and you know what? i like it that way. i mean, what is an i without a dot? i'll tell you what an i is without a dot. it's either the number 1 or lower-case l. how annoying is that? that we have completely different letters, yea, even numbers that look the same?? yes. it is super annoying. and you know what? an i with a dot has a lot of personality. you can turn that dot into a heart, a star, a flower, even a peace sign! therefore, that is one of the reasons i don't capitalize my letters.

but i have another reason.

it doesn't change the sentence structure or alter the meaning of a sentence. i can cApITalIZE diffeRenT leTteRs AlL i WanT aNd YoU stIll geT wHat i'M saYiNG. however, i always, always insert proper punctuation. because that can completely change a message! just look at the following example:

let's eat, john.
VERSUS
let's eat john!

you see? punctuation is imperative. but capitalization is not. therefore, that is one of the reasons i don't capitalize my letters.

but i have another reason.

i think that it adds a layer of personality. and especially in a case like this -- blogging, dear joyous blogging -- where i'm just spouting random thoughts that pop into my head, it's nice to have a little something that makes it especially mine. like not capitalizing letters. you really only capitalize letters in situations where you're trying to appear professional, or you would like a good grade. and while i conform to the standards of capitalization in those situations, i break free the second i get the chance. i believe in non-conformity and dotted-i's. therefore, that is one of the reasons i don't capitalize my letters.

but i have another reason.

the final explanation of my aversion to captial letters...IT'S SUCH A NUISANCE!! i really hate having to reach my pinky over to hit that shift button with every new sentence i make! plus, i just don't have the coordination that requires hitting the shift button and a letter button a the same time, and frequently, too frequently, my sentences look like this:

oNce upon a time...
cOnformity sucks because...
wE're going to meet on sAturday because...

doesn't that just look aesthetically challenged? and yes, while that particular style of typing has a lot of personality too, it is not the personality i'd like to convey. that typing is just not me. non-capitalization, however...is SO me.

in addition to my lack of coordination creating a headache of that lousy shift button, it's also just extremely vexing. i hate that shift button. why is it in the stinking bottom corner of the keyboard? it causes so much unnecessary pinky reaching. and you know what? i'd like to save my pinky-reaching energy for much better tasks. like guitar hero. it's just so fulfilling to hit that orange button, defying the God-given design and joints in your fingers. isn't it a trip? but when you use the same tactics to hit the shift button to merely capitalize a letter, it's considerably less enjoyable. in fact, it's just a darn bother. down with the shift button. and down with capitalization!

and that is why i never capitalize my letters.


boredom buster of the day: please do you friendly neighborhood liz a favor, and let's look for ways to abolish capitalization. and the ____ shift button.

feliz cumpleaños, señorita.

señorita,

this little post is especially for you. i'm sorry i missed your actual birthday. it sneaked up on me! and sorry i didn't have anything substantial for you. i have no money. hahaha. but you totally deserve something, because of your awesomeness, because of how good a friend you are, because of how good a teacher you are, because of that great referral you did for me, because you're just plain the best. you totally deserve to have the very happiest birthday, and more!!! but i'm lame and can't make that happen very well. so all i have for you are these silly videos that made me think of you.
i really hope you enjoy them! they sure made me laugh. :)
(the last two are my favorites)































i love you, señorita!

much love always,
liz sanderson.

ties.

hello again, blogging boys and babes.

it's been a while, and i don't like that. but, at the same time, i have a raging headache and staring at this giant glowy computer screen sure isn't helping. i need to go to bed. but, i want to post. therefore...here's another something i wrote a while ago for my english class. maybe you'll find it interesting. i dunno.


ties...

such an odd article of clothing if you think about it. the other day, i was watching a delightful music video ("weapon of choice" --fatboy slim. watch it!!) in which christopher walken is dressed in a nice 3-piece suit, tie and all. and as i was enjoying this video, i began noticing his tie swinging around as he was dancing and thought, "where the grunt did ties come from?" they're so weird! just a random strip of fabric, decorations varying according to personality, and they're usually worn when you mean to dress nice. when did that happen?? why do ties mean that you're dressed nice? it's just a strip of fabric. usually random strips of fabric tied around body parts means that you're a bum and don't have any other clothes. and why do you have to tie them a certain way? who actually came out and said, "hey world, this is how you tie a tie. any other way is wrong." why'd he do that? was he actually trying to frustrate adolescent boys (and men. hee hee) who are just learning? cause that's pretty mean. and weird. just like ties. ties are really weird.


yeah, not the best. but it's something.

meanwhile, for your boredom buster of the day, i suggest you watch that music video.


also, go here:

http://studenthome.nku.edu/~russelljo/flash/dudefalling.swf


that makes me laugh every time i see it. without fail. sooooo...i hope you enjoy it as much as i did.

party on, dudes. i'm going to bed. and praying that i will not wake up in the middle of the night with such severe nasal congestion that i cannot breathe (as i did last night...and the night before...)

yes. i have a wretched cold. and i don't understand it!!! on one hand, it's amazing to see just how much snot the body can produce, because sometimes i forget. on the other, how in the stinking heck can one nostril be totally and completely clogged while the other won't stop running????? on one side, i have hoover dam. and on the other, NIAGRA FALLS!!! really, where's the logic in that???
yes, for a limited time only (i hope), you can experience all this chaos and more!! right in the middle of my face.

phooey.

now i really am going to bed this time. i promise.

egg drop.

i have a new job.

i now work at an elementary school as a paraeducator in the special ed class. it's pretty much the funnest job ever. i get to play with blocks and eat snacks and the kids i work with are absolutely adorable.
well, most of the time.

the other day the third graders had an activity they called the egg drop wherein they created these parcels for an egg that would be thrown off the roof of the school. the egg parcel was to be created to keep the egg from breaking when it hit the ground. i'd heard of such an activity before, and it sounded like fun. also, it gave our kids something new to do besides reading them a story or trying to teach them things they wouldn't pay attention to anyways.

but when we went outside and listened to the vice principal introduce the activity from the roof of the school, my view on the activity changed dramatically.

all the kids in the school sat in a horseshoe shape around where the vice principal stood on the roof of the school, shouting into a megaphone (which turned out to be extremely ineffective once the dropping of eggs began. not much can be heard over excitedly shouting children). She introduced the activity, reading a poem about how people come in all shapes and sizes, and how some are fragile while others are more sturdy. then she proceeded to tell the kids that the egg drop was a representation of people -- they come in all different packages and some look more durable than others, but some don't stand the test and they break. so we, she told us, at this elementary school, need to be sensitive to the people around us so that we don't inadvertantly...or, i suppose, deliberately...break them.

then she proceeded to drop each package from the roof one by one, shouting the name of its owner to the crowd of screaming children below.

and i began to liken the poem to the activity further than she probably intended:

in school, teachers just throw their students into the abyss in a ceremonious, yea, even cult-like manner, shouting their name to the world in a most apathetic tone, amongst the crowds of shrieking children, crowing their opinions about the individual as it hurtles to the ground to be shattered into a million pieces.

"that one will never last!!"
"now that is just plain ugly"
"that's awesome, but i know it won't work"
"BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!!!!"



.....



...now the egg drop will never be the same to me.

...while it may be viewed as a chance to show off creativity...or display wealth...or an opportunity to measure a child's aptitude for engineering...or just yet another time for parents to do their child's homework....

...all i will see is yet another extremely fragile self-esteem plummet downward at an incredible velocity until it's shattered on the ground in a million pieces, all it's insides and fleeting hopes gushing outwards while everyone around cries in deafening delight at its demise.


and my parents wondered why i hated school.











boredom buster of the day: get some acquaintances together. have an egg drop from the top of something very high. be sure to make your packages look like you. or, perhaps, what you looked like in elementary school. preferrably third grade. or better yet, junior high. that's when my self-esteem fell the farthest. and, alas, i don't think it's recovered...


it's been a while.
and it's lovely to blog again.

:)