Sunday, March 30, 2008

Emergency Champagne Glasses

I just wanted to let the world know that I had the best spring break ever and while part of me is happy to be going back to school, I kind of wish it wasnt ending =]

So lets raise another emergency champagne to old friends and new friends and in between friends. To never seeing the end of pulp fiction and walks to the evil lake. To still never seeing the end of pulp fiction Jack puking everywhere. To the breathing ocean and butt-fu. To the jacket store and long awaited dates. To 2 hour long conversations in the cold and only 4 beers. To motherfucking brownies and to Dayna's boobs. To sleeping all day. To actually doing homework and long drives in random fields.

Raise an unexpected glass to spring break, the week after, Taylor Mali and Tony Hoagland. My Junior year has taken an unexpected turn for the better.

The Beginnings of My Bucket List

For Christmas Hez gave me 2,001 Things to Do Before You Die. I decided to take the things I actually want to do and write them down...where better than here? So here are the first things on my list from the book. Later on, I'll add my own things. =]

  • Be an extra in a movie
  • see the aurora borealis from Denali
  • donate body parts
  • rent an apartment on the seine for two months
  • learn what spelunking is and do it
  • have multiple orgasms
  • drink a mint julep at the Kentucky Derby (and wear a killer hat)
  • pay for the next car at a toll booth
  • make a religious pilgrimage-to Mecca, Santiago de Compostela, Jerusalem, or Graceland
  • hang glide
  • shake hands with someone famous
  • light a candle in the Holocaust memorial museum's hall of Rememberance
  • blow smoke rings
  • be able to explain the theory of relativity
  • get a professional makeover
  • suddenly decide on and leave for a trip
  • crash a ritzy party
  • give someone a reason to believe in god even if you dont
  • swim in the Icelandic hot springs at sundown
  • communicate without words
  • find a long straight road and see how fast you can go
  • volunteer at a zoo

Monday, March 24, 2008


Life is good

when you make it good.

So make it good.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

When life is hard, you have to change

^^So says Blind Melon.

And they're right. I kind of started my change last week but its OFFICIAL today. YES, FOLKS! Today I, Lisa Pepe, cut my hair. My hair hasn't been this short since I was about 4 (short being shoulder length). Its awkward but I'm enjoying it. More importantly, I'm enjoying the symbolism. "I'm letting go of all I've held on to." I'm enjoying life and I'm enjoying myself.

Oh life<3

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Poor Pretender

Befuddled. So very befuddled.

A man jumps on a table in the middle of a crowded room. He says, "My name is Jack Pretender and I am someone who has never committed to anything and its never bothered me." Everyone looks at him. Jack expects people to jump on a table and let the entire room know who they are, but no one does. So, Jack jumps off the table and walks up to a girl. "What is your name?" he asks her, everyones eyes are still on the two of them. "Jen." She responds. "Jen, who are you?" "I don't know." Jack asked several different people there names and "who they were." The people who didn't answer "I dont know" said things like "I'm a body builder" or "I'm a good person" or worst of all "I'm a mystery." After asking several people he started to cry. He walked out of the crowded room unsure if he'd ever return. It was that last answer that got to Jack. "I am a mystery." Had he not felt so defeated he would have asked the black haired, pale skinned girl, "What's so great about being a mystery?" Jack felt as though he had done the right thing. He wanted everyone to know who he was almost as badly as he wanted to know who everyone else was. Jack had decided that from now on he was pure and he would keep no more secrets. Except, what if he was wrong? What if the mystery girl had been right. What if people are meant to be hidden beneath this shroud of secrets. In spite of these thoughts, Jack couldn't help but think that secrets were just tall fences meant to keep the world out and he wanted so desperately to let the world in, only the world was not excepting the invitation.
Jack spent the rest of his life brooding over that day. Was he right or was he wrong?

I hate secrets. I want someone to be painfully honest with me. Will you be?