Go!

ahhhhh.....wait....stop....stop...side ache, side ache, ah, side ache.

no joke, i really got one.



I think it may be tied to eating a whole box of mac and cheese for dinner. Maybe.

be fweeeeeeeeee 2nite.

oh hey.
so.
i have been working out and on my moves. I am uploading a new vid as i type.

giving cred to my teachers:

A. Hot Rod


B. Her


Get Ready. Get Set.

not elbow. not knee. not hip.

Hand gestures aren't enough these days, I need moves, the smooth kind (Darrin's Dance Grooves). After watching this I decided to choreograph my songs because it makes a person smile and nod their head. Get into it.


Off to dance, dance off?
The Two Right Footed Shliz

ps. in high school i tried to learn this dance...and i have been popping and locking ever since.


"and point on one". Also, I need to get one of those t-shirts.

somethings on my mind.

i used to listen to this song alot when i lived in portland. I just wanted to move to home to the country. I was longing for peace. It starts at the 4 minute and 15 second mark.


Now i live here:



and somethings are better but still there is something on my mind and i am trying to figure it out.



I talked to my friend andrea and she recommended me to read "letters from a young poet" by rilke. She quoted this, "so you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloud-shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. you must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. "

I am going to the library tomorrow to pick it up after I wake up at 6 am to babysit for a dear friend.

i am slowly becoming a pessimist (as i crack a smile). HORRAYYYY!!!!

I watched breakfast at tiffany's today.
"I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other".

then this came on my itunes shuffle.



oh dear. i am hoping for hope. I am also hopping for hope (turbo jam).

PACE, Shliz.

hangober hungoer hanghover hanghoover

I feel like shit...

I went to a wedding last night and I drank too much. I blacked out. I don't remember anything passed eating two slices of tri-tip. My mom came in to my room this morning and told me i was loud and said fuck alot, oh and was introducing myself to people as "ShLiz". hmmmmmm.

So right now, I am uploading some silly vids that my cousin and i made and listening to bonnie prince billy's chijimi ep. the sweet songs are helping me not think of what an ass i made of myself.

quien es tu padre? pt. 2 (dos)

So... I saw this:

oh before you watch it just know you will feel really weird watching it. YOU WILL FEEL SO WEIRD!well at least i did.




So...then my dad, and mom, and i made this:




Now, Go find yourself!

quien es tu padre?

hey.

so this is my thought process:
sing a song that is a shout out to:
-God (check)
-Girlfriends (check)
-Family (pending)