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Name: Liz
Birthday: 9/21/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Knowing the Lord, painting murals, drawing, reading books, being silly, going to concerts, being crafty, photography, listening to music, watching HGTV, road trips, and writing poetry
Expertise: Making people feel special :)
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  lizzy5710
Member Since:
7/22/2004
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| Name: Elizabeth Ann Stokes
Nicknames: Lizabeth, Lizzy-Ann, Stokesy, Mamma Koala, Dottie...
Birthdate: September 21, 1985
Birthplace: Peoria, IL
Current Location: Normal, IL
Eye Color: Brownish, sometimes with some green
Hair Color: Brown :)
Height: 5'8"
Piercings:
I have my ears pierced twice each, and a fake lip ring, which i might
consider getting if I wouldn't get so stereotyped
Tatoos: nope!
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Yes :) I have a boyfriend- Sean Thomas Roemer
Overused Phraze: "oh my goodness" or "i don't know..."
FAVORITES
Food: Baked Lays, Cottage Cheese, Peaches, and any kind of pasta... yum :)
Candy: Hot Tamales or Twizzlers
Number: 21 or 5
Color: Red
Animal: My stuffed bear Champ! he's the best (next to Petey that is)
Drink: water or rasberry iced tea
Alcohol Drink: eh, i don't drink
Bagel: Whole wheat bagel (with veggie cream cheese)
Letter: L probably
Body Part on Opposite sex: smile, eyes, and hands :) they're my favorite!
Pepsi or Coke: ummm I don't drink either, except for Diet sometimes.
McDonalds or BurgerKing: ewe neither! ever! haha
Strawberry or Watermelon: watermelon, but not fake watermelon flavored stuff- the real deal
Hot tea or Ice tea: ooooh... iced tea.
Chocolate or Vanilla: va-va-va-vanilla! (my
whole family are vanilla people, but my mom calls it white icecream,
and Jenny says that she is being racist by calling it that, although my
mom's totally not- haha. just thought i'd share)
Hot Chocolate or Coffee: Coffee I think, i've been on a kick lately
Kiss or Hug: oh my goodness, hugs :) there's nothing like a good hug!
Dog or Cat: Cat for sure~ although i love puppies too
Rap or Punk: Depends on my mood- probably punk
Summer or Winter: SUMMER! I miss the sun and running outside barefoot!
Scary Movies or Funny Movies: Funny movies
Love or Money: Love- because God's love gives me grace and that's something you just can't buy!
YOUR...
Bedtime: around midnight
Most Missed Memory: the basement years with Kelly, Cait, Tom, and Christian :)
Best phyiscal feature: ummm... smile
First Thought Waking Up: "What time is it?"
Goal for this year: Become closer and more like God
Best Friends: Caitlin, Sammy, Mattie, Cassie, my mom, and Sean
Weakness: being self-centered
Heritage: German and Irish!
Longest relationship: 9 months ish
HAVE YOU..
Ever Drank: nope!
Ever Smoked: nope!
Pot: nope!
Ever been Drunk: nope !
Ever been beaten up: nope!
Ever beaten someone up: nope!
Ever Shoplifted: once when i was little I took a piece of candy
Ever Skinny Dipped: nope, i haven't
Ever Kissed Opposite sex: yes :)
Been Dumped Lately: nope!
IN A GUY/GIRL
Favorite Eye Color: blue or green
Favorite Hair Color: brown or blonde... or anywhere in between
Short or Long: semi short or shaggy, but not either extreme
Height: anything over 6 foot is nice
Style: meeting a guy who has one is nice :)
Looks or Personality: personality all the way!
Hot or Cute: cute of course
Drugs and Alcohol: neither!
Muscular or Really Skinny: I like skinny boys typically
RANDOMS
Number
of Regrets in the Past: Leaving a friend when I got tired of dragging
him drunk out of parties in high school, I’ll never forgive myself for
that, I still miss him!
What country do you want to Visit: Ireland, England, Austrailia...
How do you want to Die: preferably in my sleep i guess
Been to the Mall Lately: yes :)
Do you like Thunderstorms: Love them!
Get along with your Parents: yeah, actually I do!
Health Freak: To a certain extent
Do you think your Attractive: yeah
Believe in Yourself: eh, I believe in God working through me
Want to go to College: Definately
Do you Smoke: nope
Do you Drink: nope
Shower Daily: most of the time
Been in Love: yeah, i definately am :)
Do you Sing: yes! all the time! in the car, at concerts, in chorus and show choir in high school...
Want to get Married: oh yes!
Do you want Children: definately
Have
your future kids names planned out: no not really, although I admit I
do have some ideas. I like the names Tess, Nancy, Maurine, Marianne,
Shawn, Noah, Seth, and Jonah.
Hate anyone: honestly, this is a hard one, but I try to forgive, and I can't say that I do hate anyone now
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I will not give up this fight
I will not lay down and die
I will not carry this heart of stone
I may not be your place to run
I may not be your kingdom come
I may stumble through this great unknown
But I will be all that is true
I will not give up on you
I was made to be with you alone
-bebo norman
Christmas break is almost here.
Then maybe i'll get to catch up with a lot of you.
Especially those who aren't informed to my life due to lack of "Xanga-ing."
Basically my life is going so well, and I am so blessed by the Lord for
all the people and things going on in my life right now, but as usual
things are busy, and hectic, and crazy sometimes.
I <3 God, and you should too.
That is all :)
Lizzy
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| - Glad Story 1
He breathed in a heavy sigh, signally his restlessness with a day that had hardly even begun. The air smelled of exhaust fumes and the stale scent of traffic directly before or after a good rain. And as he breathed it in, his nose twitched slightly in distaste of these smells and in an all around distaste for the city, while his face and body sat still in the center of the bus. Not dead center mind you, but somewhere more average and unnoticeable, such as slightly left of center. This was the case because it seemed that everything about him was average; everything from his freckled nose to his quiet demeanor. He stood an average 5 feet 8 inches tall, although his slouching sometimes made him seem less- and his chestnut brown hair, pale skin, and very thin build made him easily blend into a crowd of both adolescents and adults. This was something he deeply resented, this feeling of inadequacy. His bright blue eyes were the only thing he considered even remotely special about himself, and he was correct, for when he smiled they seemed to come alive with vibrant blues, and in those moments there was something attractive and intriguing about him. He found much irony in this, considering that this very joy which made him appealing was the very thing that his merely average existence lacked. And since he seldom had things to smile about, his attractiveness was left hidden. Sometimes he feared no one would bother to notice someone so ordinary, and this loneliness plagued his thoughts and existence. Fittingly he sat there all alone, Mr. Gabriel Casey, as he did every morning. A large part of him hoped someone would sit down next to him, or even close to him for that matter. Maybe a pretty girl, or at least someone who could carry on novel conversation would do, but the attention of a pretty girl would carry the kind of persuasion to possibly make his morning even happy. Amidst the daydreaming, he blankly he stared at his toes, which, if he lifted them with some force, could be seen trying to prod their way through the leather of his shoes, but in his typical fashion, they failed, and failure was nothing new to him. Mingling with these thoughts of failure, he couldn’t help it notice his new leather shoes, which brought him joy, for, through all of his shortcomings, Gabe had never been one to skimp on the quality of an item, no matter the cost, when it came to the things that he bought. And although he was adamant that his belongings were not what defined him, he couldn’t deny the slight air of superiority he emitted while driving in his jet black Audi or wearing a new Armani suit. His eyes began to get droopy with restlessness, and in attempt to wake himself, he took a long blink. When he re-opened his eyes they were set to study the thin film accumulating on the bus window, and without thinking, he began to stare through the film to the people on the outside of the window. As soon as he realized what he was doing he shut his eyes and slowly shook his head from side to side, at once remembering why he never watched these people in the first place. Their lives of rush, glamour, selfishness, and routine were something he in no way envied, but he feared he had become a part of, and something he simply did not understand. This was because he simply felt average, in everything that he did, and no matter his effort or desire, the fates always seemed to be against him, inevitably ending all his pursuits in some form or failure or average achievement. And he had begun to think he was comfortable with average. With that thought he rose from the plastic seat and headed towards the front of the bus. As he rounded the corner, he gave a slight nod to the driver, simply for purposes of acknowledging his presence and nothing more, and although he knew the drivers name, and many things about him due to his conversations with other passengers, he was reluctant to begin any kind of conversation that would inevitably end up in awkwardness and be filled cordial formalities. And with that Mr. Casey stepped off the stairs and onto the curb. Mr. Gabriel P. Casey, famous lawyer, socialite, man-about-town-- and although none of these things are true, he sometimes wonders what his life would be like had even one of them been a reality. As he walked along the sidewalk he was bombarded by a stiff, cold wind which, to anyone not conditioned to city weather, would have nearly blown them off their feet. He found a small amount of pride in his city-savvy ways and this small triumph he had had against the weather and his heart smiled a bit, although his exterior remained plain. After two and one-third blocks of walking, he finally arrived at his office and, feeling resistant comparable to a young child kicking and screaming, he reluctantly pushed through the turnstile of the building and came into the warmth. When he arrived at his office door he hesitated for a moment outside, patted down the chest of his shirt, smoothed his hair, took a deep breath, and then attempted to breeze through the door, doing his best to imitate the suave, debonair type he remembered seeing in movies his mom used to pour over while he played on the sofa as a child. All of this preparation was a daily routine he had stumbled into, all in hopes that maybe one day she would take notice of him as he came through the door.
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Story 2
A warm breeze blew through the window, which was a Godsend to a night as hot and muggy such as this one. It was times like this that he wanted to curse mother nature for the summer’s heat, or his parents for their lack of air conditioning, but a breeze such as this one silenced his discontented heart and cooled the sweat which had formed along his forehead and upper lip. Sprawled out on the bed like a dog in the sunshine, sleep just didn’t seem to be his fate tonight and so he slowly raised his body up until he was sitting straight up on the mattress. As his head turned, his peripheral vision was immediately drawn to the reflection in the mirror across the room. As he looked at his reflection, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted in disgust at the way he appeared. Something about his smile and stance was so awkward, although he was unsure why. Maybe it was the way his stomach slightly protruded sometimes when he slouched, or how he was so shamefully embarrassed of his braces and how they sparkled when he smiled, drawing all kinds of attention to themselves. And despite his best efforts to hide them, he couldn’t seem to go a moment without revealing that smile. And along with these negative attributes, he knew he could surely name countless more without even thinking on it. “And this,” he said to himself, “is why I am so lonely.” Despite his negativity, girls flocked to him right and left, and although he never could understand it, he welcomed their attention and compliments as a means to pacify his lowly self-image. He was a young boy and he looked even younger, but there was something in his eyes that made him seem an old soul. Something in that soft gentle voice that could easily excite someone with its inflection, or comfort them into a deep, safe slumber with its soft tone. His mop of soft, curly brown hair surrounded a strong face, and sometimes a strong wind would succeed in blowing the pieces off his face, revealing the most beautiful eyes ever in creation. And on occasion, if you caught him in mid laughter, you would realize why he had every woman’s heart he meets in the first place. When he smiles his eyes squint into nearly nothing, except for small slits of sparkling blue, which lead the outsides of his eyes to crease creating long smile lines that make his entire face a beautiful tribute to human happiness. And somehow it is mesmerizing, although he’ll never know it. Unaware of his charm, he rose up from the bed, walked across the room to grab a t-shirt, and slipped it on over his tanned and boyish body. Then, gazed into the mirror still not satisfied with what he saw. Accepting his defeat, he quietly opened the bedroom door as not to wake anyone up, stumbled quickly down the stairs, and out into the warm night. The heat settled onto him like a thick blanket, but being outside unleashed a whirlwind of breezes, stimulated further by the trees’ branches, and they gently came to a rest upon his sun kissed face. It was then, in the clearing of the branches, he looked up and found the sky. There it was, ever faithful in its nightly appearance, and the stars could always be seen when the nearest city wasn’t for miles and miles. He closed his eyes like someone waiting on a kiss, basking in the feel of the night and seeming to request of it something unclear. And when his eyes solemnly opened, the world wooed to see those beautiful blues and greens light up the black night. Like the ocean those eyes rolled with emotions, of being lonely and longing for love, but also with youth and joy, and inside them a depth that is hidden even from those he wants to let in. And although it wasn’t anything special for him to see a shooting star this time of night, somehow it seemed meaningful tonight, because it reminded him of the last one he saw. The shooting star he saw the first time he kissed her. The cool grass brushed the fray of his jeans and his feet, which were caliced from pacing the gravel streets nightly, and it was as if he seemed to sink into the soil. It was then he realized that he would have to live without her. | | |
| okay... so this was a bad idea.
i'm sitting in the library, stuck here until a guy can walk me to my car across the street in the parking lot. Aaron made me promise that I wouldn't walk alone in light of all the happenings here recently. Normally it wouldn't be a problem to find someone to walk me, but in trying to curb my use of AIM I erased all the guys that I had on my buddy list so now I can't see their screen names unless they talk to me first. So basically I can't IM anyone to ask them to walk me. So in the library I sit.
The guy in front of me just said archives, which wouldn't normally be newsworthy, but he said "are-chives" instead of "are-kives." I chuckled to myself. Especially because he said it with one of those tones like he thought he was all smart for using a grown-up term. And because he said it loudly, twice, and people just looked at him.
I heard rumors in the Bone SC that they found the missing girl. But I am not sure if these things are true. Gosh I wish I knew though because it is driving me crazy assuming the worst from what I hear, but not really knowing... I just pray that she is okay.... Everyone please pray for her, her family, and her friends.
God has been so soveriegn through this whole outreach we are doing. Today I got to share the gospel with so many people, including a guy who works at the Normal theater, a guy who used to go to Crusade but has kind of fallen away, a whole group in the library, and a bunch of people in the food court... and that's just what God has done through me. Imagine the many others. It is so wonderful to have Him use me to spread the news about Jesus, and so beautiful to see this campus having such a reaction to the word of God. I can see myself living life so differently just because I am wearing this lime-green shirt stating my faith. I hope I can live every day like I'm wearing this shirt, even long after tomorrow has ended. Because right now God has broken my pride that used to hold me back from evangelism, and I am not ashamed of the Gospel.
For some reason I am especially ansy right now...
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| - "Bruised" i stand staring at this screen,
my heart is running through the door
look at me standing here, i scream
just asking you to change me
this is not where my heart belongs
and i bleed just to be heard
and for you to see all that's wrong
please let this be on my time for once
i've grown out of this role now
and I kick and scream to show you how
i want to be everything different here
or be the same anywhere else
because somehow i just don't belong....
but something tells me if i leave
this is a place i'll never see
and someone i'll never be
again...
right now that seems okay
because my feet won't seem to stay
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