i have layout ocd.

it's strange cause sometimes i'll go months and not change a thing
but once i do... i can't stop. i either don't like anything (like now) 
or i like everything and therefore it must be changed every few days.

i found an apartment and i move out sunday. it's little and smells like
cat pee and cigarettes...
i think i shall call it home.

i'm also thinking about writing xanga a letter asking them to add onto
the "Currently ____" options. as of right now we can say what we are
currently playing, reading and watching. but i for one would like to see
"eating" added to that list. sometimes i'm not watching, listening to or
reading anything... but there is usually something going in my mouth
and i think it deserves to be mentioned.

like right now... Karamel Sutra ice cream.
ben and jerry... god bless you!

when i was in middle school my friend told me this quote
that for some reason i never forgot:
"dark and somber is my mood. shiny are my boots."
do with it what you will.

who knew apartments were so hard to find...
not i.

it's strange how everything falls apart all at once... it's never
little by little. it's always BAM! disaster! i'm just glad i'm not
alone and i have people here to help me pick up the pieces.
things are plain ridiculous right now. people are ridiculous. i
just want away from it all... hence the need for an apartment.

everything's changing and moving so fast... i almost feel like i
am playing catch up.

on the bright side though... we have fudge pops.
...and those are always good

today i felt my body shut down and my brain quit.
this wasn't how it was supposed to work...
i just don't understand.

i've gone numb.

this weekend was dubbed Sin Tax Weekend...
which in simple terms means a weekend of no sleep but a lot of
awesome fun. i could write about what happened but according to
some dead person, a picture is worth a thousand words... so here's
about ten thousand words on what i've been up to.

avery's boyfriend... i don't remember his name

avery

    
they both said it hurt... hence why i got nothing done.
and the fact that i'm broke.

  
hott.

dustin on the swing

    
yeeeah... i put a black box over the naked (pronounced nekkid) part.

chuck, jess and ash and the big birthday bash

happy happy birthday

the girlts. (yes... with a "t")

and finally holli. actually i stole this from her friends xanga... i wasn't
there... i don't even live in the same state as her. but she's funny and 
we're secret friends so i think she deserves to have her picture posted too.

and now if you'll excuse me i'm going to sleep until i'm 40.

i'm not wearing underwear today.
no i'm not wearing underwear today

not that you probably care much about my underwear...
still nonetheless i gotta say

that i'm not wearing underwear todaaaaaaay!

it's so sad when you have nothing better to write than lyrics
to perverse broadway songs.
what's worse is when the lyrics are true...

i really need to do laundry.

and in other news... not relating to my underwear...

today is Lisa's birthday! she's 20! and awesome!
happy birthday lisa! the end.

i've realized that i am biased towards pretty people. if you're
pretty.. for some reason i'm nicer to you! which is strange cause
you'd think being an ugly person, i would be more sympathetic
towards my own kind... but no!

like at work if someone leaves change... i'll only give it to the pretty
people. if a pretty person comes through my line... i'll add in a few
cents so they can get back a quarter instead of 22 cents. but if an
ugly person is short 3 cents... i'll hold up the line and wait while they
ask everyone they know if they can borrow some pennies. even if i
have an extra 3 cents in my cash drawer... just case i want to save
those pennies for someone prettier.

when i go shopping... i'll hurry and try to get in line in front of ugly
people but if i'm not in a big hurry i'll let the pretty ones get in front of me.

and like today in class... i mentally murdered a boy with an ugly face. i
think there is something wrong with me. i need to find a way to balance
this all out. like go around for a day spitting on every pretty person i see
and handing out flowers to all the ugly ones.

yeah... cause you know... being nice and treating everyone equally would
be too easy.

now a moment from family guy to bring it all home:

man - people will do anything for a beautiful person.
    *flashback*
hot girl at door - hi! we're doing a scavenger hunt and i need a 
     human foot.
peter - welllll... as a rule i'd normally say no.. but i guess it's okay. 
     *grabs saw and starts sawing at his own ankle* so... what is
      this, like a school thing? AHHHH! AHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH!

edit:
i think the dots may come back... i'm not liking this layout like i thought i would.

and now it's time for...
letters that i actually wrote out (cause i'm a loser) - part two

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dear jenny lewis,
i'm not gay... but i want to have babies with you.
what? you want to have babies with me too? yesssss.
yours always,
lyssa

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dear school,
please die. then burn. then die again.
much love,
lyssa

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dear face,
why are you so ugly?
boo,
lyssa

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dear lyssa,
don't flirt with nasty old men... even if they offer
to buy you cookies.
peace,
l.e.k.

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dear nataly,
i've decided to take that dream as a sign...
i'm gonna save up my money and buy me
some cat paws.
love,
pippy "ice-cold" 3000

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dear herpes,
why do you hurt so bad? it's okay, you don't
have to answer right away.
your friend,
lyssa

(okay... i should explain this one. i DO NOT have herpes!
this kid in my class was talking about it and how much it
must suck to have it and then i took out a piece of paper
and wrote that down. once again, i don't actually have herpes.)

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dear six disc cd changer in my new car,
baby, why you so good to me?
i love you.
*hug*,
lyssa

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Dear Mr. Hudson :
my eyes are fully open to my awful situation so i'm writing
you a letter to demand an explanation. when the floor wax
that we bought from you arrived here monday morning, we
discovered upon usage that the fumes should have a warning.
since the only possibility is that the wax is rancid i request a
full refund of all the money we advanced and unless you can
convince me you've improved the floor wax batter we will take
our business elsewhere so i hope you solve this matter.
enclosed you'll find a small container of the stuff i talk about.
just carefully remove the lid and take a whiff if you've a doubt!
i'm sure you wouldn't want me to alert the daily papers with the
news of how our office was affected by your vapours... which
is why i choose to write to you a confidential letter full of strong
recommendation that you make your floor wax better. i just
hope it won't require us to have our floor relaid and if it does you
may expect a bill!
sincerely,
trevor graydon

okay...

i'm tired cause i couldn't sleep.
i had to give a speech today and it was just oozing with suckiness.
then i dropped my lil' box of raisins so i had no lunch.

needless to say i have not been in the best of moods today. 

well... i was looking over my philosophy notes after class and
this realllly hot boy came up to me and KICKED ME!  that's
right... kicked!!!! i just looked at him and he was laughing then 
i guess he realized he didn't know me and he started apologizing
and trying to explain himself. apparently i look like one of his
friends... and apparently his friend needed a good swift kick in the leg.

this is ridiculous. this kind of stuff isn't actually supposed to happen
to people! i mean really! who gets kicked by hot boys when their down?

i guess the answer would be me.
man... my pride hurts.

i know what you're thinking... "what? lyssa's updating? but she only
updates once a week! something uber awesome must have happened
to her!"      well that's where you'd be wrong. i'm just really bored.

this is what happens when i'm allowed to play with scissors...
not good says i.

i know... ew.
on the bright side... when i move it out of my face it's actually
not too hideous. it doesn't stop the children from screaming...
but i don't think anything will.  

oh man... today blew my mind!
i'm still trying to figure out if it's the good kind of blow
or the bad kind. either way... it's been blown!

and since that's pretty much all i had to say on the topic..
i'll leave you with brillance in the form of a mini comic.

"What's her face, you can go to the thrift store"

"I met a possum"

"We are looking soooo gooood"

i can't stop cutting my hair. if someone doesn't hide my scissors
soon, i may be bald before the semester ends.

sometimes my foot likes to stop working, causing me to stupidly
trip (and occassionally fall) in public. it may be funny when sandra
bullock does it... but for me, it's just sad.

Boq is too fluffy for words (yes - this is just a lame excuse to put
in a picture of my cat).

last night i had a dream a pirate named Catcher Beans broke into
lisa's apartment and stole her stuff... nataly, lisa and i then had to
get in a boat and find her (yes - Catcher Beans is a girl priate). we
were then attacked by dementor looking creatures and i learned
that nataly could throw fire.  
... in my own defense, i think someone put crack in my food.

i love ashlee simpson! i went to her concert last wednesday and i
don't care who knows it! ashlee + these 5 ladies = pure j o y

i'm not a big fan of weddings. big, small, gay, straight... i don't like 'em.
yet i loooooove wedding cake. go figure.

maybe one day i'll actually write about what i did that day...
you know, instead of random crap that's only entertaining to me.