Monday Bear

So yesterday morning, Matthew wakes me up to tell me he’s going to class. I didn’t bother to open my eyes and look at him until he had reached the bedroom door, where I spoke my first words of the morning, “You’re not wearing any pants.” Then, as my eyes focused, I realized that he was just wearing khakis.

That is the best thing, to laugh.

During my Anatomy and Physiology, I sat next to my dear friend Kara. Cara? Ckara. Either way, I have a bad habit of laughing in class/ church, thinking about miscellaneous entertaining goings-on. So I’m sitting by Ckara, and I start doing that thing, where you try to keep your laugh on the inside, but instead it spurts out between your pursed lips. She does the same thing, because she thinks I’m laughing about the way Dr. Cobb says, “There.” (It sounds like “thehar”. Not only that, but anything that rhymes with it: hair, care, underwear.) A dead silence covers the classroom auditorium of about 2o0 students, and I calmly whisper to her, “Matt was wearing khakis this morning, and I thought he wasn’t wearing any pants.”

Its nice to find someone who appreciates my childish, yet simple sense of humour.

While we’re on the subject, here’s another funny occurance from A & P:

Dr. Cobb is lecturing about desmosomes, using his power point slides projected onto the huge screen in front of the auditorium. I happen to look up at the screen and almost die from the laughter through the lips thing. On the screen was this picture:

Of course, I didn’t want Dr. Cobb, such a sweet guy, to think that I was laughing at him for any reason, so I’m trying to hold it in.  Of course, I can’t take it anymore after about a minute, and I burst into a fit of giggling.  Of course, Ckara wanted to know what I was laughing about, and numerous times, I tried to tell her, but I couldn’t get it out.  By this point, tears are rolling down my cheeks.  Finally, I decide to write it down, because I just can’t handle saying the words.  Oh, writing it was difficult, but at least I could do that without pissing myself.  Finally, I write:

“It looks like four hairy butts.”

She crowed with laughter.  That just made matters worse for me.  It got to the point where we couldn’t even look at the slide without shrieking, and about 5 minutes (not an exaggerations) later, he finally changes the slide.

Only the next slide has the very same picture on it.

And so do the next three.

We went through the last 15 minutes of class trying to suppress the elementary hilarity of the four hairy butts.

Laughing with friends about things that no one else sees is wonderful.

So the weekend of Alley Jo’s wedding, I stayed at my mom’s house, 200 miles away from my apartment.   I’m on my computer, checking… myspace… when Matt calls:

Liz:  Hey prettyface!  What are you doing?
Matt: Seein’ you on myspace.  You can’t hide from me…
Liz:  …

Luckily, Alley Jo showed up at my mom’s house shortly thereafter to  rescue me from my Lifetime movie fiancee.

Notice that one of my blog titles from almost 2 years ago, when we first started talking, is “Matthew Drew Callis is creepy and like a stalker.”   This is because we were IMing whilst blogging, and he told me to say something about him.  I asked him what, and he said to write something that will make him sound creepy and like a stalker.  I thought that that was the most appropriate method.

I ate 4 cookies in just that last paragraph.  “I’m going to be a supermodel when I grow up.”

So Murfreesboro has some of the worst water that you will ever taste in your entire life.  It tastes like dirt and calcium.  As man cannot live on Kool-Aid and Diet Pepsi alone, I decided to invest in a Brita pitcher.

And let me tell you.  This is some of the best damn water I’ve ever had.

You know who else has good water?  Taco Bell in Union City.  But Union City Burger King has pink water, because the water comes from the same place the fruit punch does.  Genius.

You know something, we haven’t had a Lizt yet in this blog.  Now, I know I made a list the other day, it just wasn’t a bloglist.  I made it i my Hello Kitty notebook.

As yes.  Things I Want For Christmas:

• Fantasia on DVD.  (The Disney movie, not the American Idol star)
• Christmas decorations (in jewel tones, like green, purple, red, and gold.)
• Hello Kitty stuff, like that light up dream house.
• A nice casserole dish.
• A cake pan.
• A stovetop wok.  (I always see the electric ones at Goodwill, but those take up too much counterspace).
• A coin belt for bellydancing.
• New ballet clothes.

Idear:  Why don’t you guys tell me what kinds of Lizts you would like to see in upcoming blogs.

So in conclusion, if anyone wants to donate a battery charger that I can have/ steal/ use for the weekend, that would be great.  It would actually be a pretty nice investment, because I’m probably going to get slosh’d, and photographs will be blogged.

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