so tired

[caramelsilver]

I am so tired right now. I went to Bergen, like I told you I would. Six hours on a bus to get there, and wouldn't you know? Six hours to get back too. I had forgotten how awful long bus journeys are. They kill your body! I'm aching all over the place after sleeping in various awkward positions. We came home at 4 am. Instead of cycling home, as we'd planned, we cheated and took a taxi. So worth it. Still all loopy from the alcohol excitement. The game was awesome. We were fifty supporters against a whole stadium, and I think we made the most noise. The game ended with a tie, though, so that sucked a little. Still, not a loss!

MEME: (I urge you all to do it, plz!)

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes office supplies." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. (Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal. In return, ask me anything you'd like to know about me and I'll give you an answer.

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[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

My name is Elizabeth, but I've also gone by Eliza-the-Beth, Eliza Rose, Liz, Lizzie Marie, Lizard Breath, ERNest, Elzbietka and Wild Thing.

In my youth I have wanted to be: an artist, a writer, an actress, an architect, a scientist, a politician, an urban planner, a historian, an ecologist, a linguist, an archeologist and about a billion other things. I still don't know how to combine all of my loves into a career, but that's what college is for.

I have a ton of fandoms and drift in and out of them. These days my top are Shakespeare, Star Trek, Narnia, Supernatural, and inexplicably Twilight.

I love pie and pi.

I love books. I read at least one a week, usually several at once. I will never go Kindle because there's something really human about holding a book and turning the pages and breathing in the dust. Sometimes when I run my finger along the spines on a bookshelf they sing to me. I could lose myself in words and not care if I never found my way back home.

I have no sense of smell. It comes from growing up in Chicago and having a mother who grew up in New Jersey. That's why the pollution in Mexico City had barely any effect on me. The altitude was hard on my lungs though, and I had trouble with stairs during that week.

I'd rather have a sentimental fool than a hopeless romantic.

You had me at "I may throw up on you".