tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38539992011-07-30T16:27:57.991-07:00Huh?It is time to speak your TruthElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.comBlogger2921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-42596442479854829472009-12-12T16:52:00.001-08:002009-12-12T16:53:29.688-08:00Yesterday I had my heart ripped out and stomped on. Today, I am desperately trying to shove it, battered, back into my chest. Oh, what we do for love.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-39127713073670833432009-07-21T12:36:00.000-07:002009-07-21T12:38:52.697-07:00I found another grey hair today. Well, it's more silver than grey, but that makes it no less disturbing for me. My sister was with me when I discovered it, and said to me, "well Ellie, what do you expect. You ARE almost thirty." Thanks Stephanie, that was very reassuring.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-35109540878932100512009-04-03T18:32:00.000-07:002009-04-03T18:34:02.248-07:00I've noticed that I have less and less to write. But, it's because more and more of what I want to say is spoken, out loud, to the people who I want to hear it.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-70595974329284327932009-02-26T16:34:00.001-08:002009-02-26T16:35:12.317-08:00I don't want to turn 26. Something about that age makes me want to throw up, because, OH MY GOD, I'm almost 30...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-83152517831163226572009-01-24T14:05:00.000-08:002009-01-24T14:08:18.608-08:00I'm back at FNCC. This is my third trip. And it's apparent that something is missing...but I'm glad its gone...my angst. The first two times I made this trip to Florida, I was a hot mess. It might be that I'm still a hot mess, but I don't feel nervous about it. I don't feel anxious. I just feel appreciation that I'm here and learning. Maybe adulthood isn't so bad. If it means learning to Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-91030248081799335452008-10-16T16:42:00.000-07:002008-10-16T16:45:18.844-07:00My whole body is dry and crackly. It's amazing what a 30 degree drop in temperature can do to your skin. It's weird, when I look at myself in pictures, I look healthy, but my body aches like I'm some 70 year old woman...I think I've reached the age where neglecting exercise will have very negative effects...What to do?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-85846630429844041032008-08-30T14:30:00.000-07:002008-08-30T14:34:26.436-07:00Apparently the electric company is closed. That means I will have no electricity at my new apartment. Yay!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-69913225152823207492008-08-14T21:58:00.000-07:002008-08-27T20:36:10.546-07:00Here is the poem I wrote for one of my lessons before I found out that my grandpa has (maybe) two days to live, and a friend I used to work with has died of liver cancer at the age of 25:FuriousThe dark clouds came down.A warning to us that nature was furious.The thunder stomped.The rain pounded.And my twisted umbrella flew away.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-10487775565013460432008-08-12T20:21:00.000-07:002008-08-12T20:23:42.936-07:00I think, when you grow up, the words melt into the "normalness" of the day...***That's all I can manage for tonight***Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-69067619592425037672008-06-13T10:17:00.000-07:002008-06-26T11:02:18.936-07:00The Story of Dos GringosLast night Jason's truck was towed away. Along with every other car that was in the lot we parked in. The tow truck guy and the police were working together last night to make a hella lot of money off drunk twenty somethings, and it worked.I was pissed. I didn't talk to Jason for half an hour while we walked to the tow truck place hoping it would be less than ten Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-37376530098835690372008-06-05T16:41:00.000-07:002008-06-05T16:43:03.782-07:00I'm two weeks into my summer break, and now that my summer academy is over, I can finally start to relax. My brain is tired. My body is tired. Maybe the first order of business should be a 48 hour long nap...:)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-22619697710357431302008-04-30T16:56:00.000-07:002008-04-30T16:59:48.480-07:0016 days! And trust me, I am indefinitely counting. I can't wait for summer break. I can't wait for open toed shoes, and waking up at 5:3oam only when I want to. I was thinking about a life without summer break, and I've pretty much come to the conclusion that it would be no life at all. I am spoiled and working for twelve months in a row would probably force me to check into the loony bin. Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-16349297749315639712008-03-18T17:44:00.000-07:002008-03-18T17:54:48.056-07:00I told Jason that I was confused about my future. What I didn't tell him is that I'm confused about my future because he's unclear about his. In my future, I see him with me. But his unclear vision is messing with mine. Reminds me of the song lyric: You touched my heart, You touched my soul, you changed my life and all my goals...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-45360291814543081252008-02-04T16:13:00.000-08:002008-02-06T15:17:59.437-08:00I saw two rainbows today.And they reminded me of Costa Rica.Which reminded me of being twenty and feeling like thirty was so far away.That led me to the thought that I will soon be twenty-five.Which made me feel like crying.Because it reminded me that when I went into Davids Bridal the other day, to pick up my brides maids dress, I had the overwhelming desire to have a wedding of my own.And it Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-78417837693247322132008-01-12T21:15:00.000-08:002008-01-12T21:19:42.321-08:00He introduced me to his friends yesterday, and when he did, he called me his girlfriend, and asked me "so how did we meet," and "how long would you say we've been together?" And there in that dimly lit bar, we made up OUR story...I have a boyfriend y'all and it's taking me everything I can, not to pinch myself to check if it's all a dream. Not to doubt that this is real...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-24988357579798546692008-01-03T13:16:00.000-08:002008-01-03T13:19:02.869-08:00Everything has changed. I thought, that maybe, everyone had been waiting here, entombed in wax. But they were moving forward, backward, fluid. And everyone is different. And that's the way it should be. Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-61987368120264928272007-12-25T16:33:00.000-08:002007-12-25T16:35:08.251-08:00It snowed today in Portland. And I couldn't help myself! I ran around outside, screaming at the top of my lungs, "It's snowing on Christmas!! It's snowing on Christmas!" It was too exciting!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-88325514776930883222007-12-16T12:16:00.000-08:002007-12-16T12:20:39.638-08:00I guess I could give you all of the details about last night. But then that might destroy, in your mind, the halo that has been firmly planted over my head all of these years. Let's just say my pure white snow has been tainted...just a little bit.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-11844994324910026312007-12-11T18:54:00.001-08:002007-12-11T18:57:04.002-08:00I'm disappointed in me. And that feeling I would get every time he would make a promise he couldn't keep is slowly creeping into the pit of my belly where all of the badness from the past I rarely talk about resides...and it's only a matter of time before that feeling reaches my heart, turns it black and paralyzes my whole body so that I'm useless.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-27019948714823031402007-12-06T21:13:00.000-08:002007-12-06T21:15:23.113-08:00He wears boxer briefs! End of story...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-55527994828373436162007-12-03T20:42:00.000-08:002007-12-03T20:46:51.370-08:00We played the deep question game, and he asked me what we were. I told him I was confused, because I couldn't read him...He said a lot of nice things to me/about me, and then he told me that he was happy to just "see where it goes." I went into the conversation wanting clarity, but I left my bed, after cuddling for three hours, more confused than ever. If this isn't a relationship, what is?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-63767736294558978862007-11-25T11:39:00.000-08:002007-11-25T11:53:36.307-08:00A True StoryHe got nervous, and wanted to back out. I told him, I'm twenty-four, I can do what I want. So he laid his head on my pillow and we slept apart, not touching, for an hour or two.Is this what it's gonna be like, I thought. All night, him breathing quietly, so far away. But then, it happened, and he scooted just a little bit closer to me. Close enough so that I could feel his body Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-75990960034562353402007-11-14T16:22:00.000-08:002007-11-14T16:27:57.267-08:00FirstsA boy that I like, likes me back.We held hands.He asked me if he could stay the night.He came back when I said no.We cuddled on my four foot couch and watched family guy.He kissed me twice.I trust him.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-91537741504427292732007-11-11T09:59:00.000-08:002007-11-11T10:03:38.221-08:00Fuck! He's intoxicating...My date went too well...And now I'm lost in territory where I've never been before...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-48828731434610719942007-11-06T16:53:00.000-08:002007-11-06T16:57:55.712-08:00I finally asked him on a date...except the "him" ended up being a different boy than I originally thought. It's OK, 'cause the other guy is a horny slut!Anyway...the new boy said yes...and I'm much less worried, at this moment, then I've ever been, that I will be a forty year old virgin with fifteen cats.I'm strapped babylove!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-30445740171776245062007-10-29T19:02:00.000-07:002007-10-29T19:06:03.162-07:00Drank a Mai Tai and got a contact high on Friday.Was scared to death at the haunted house in Avondale and held hands with a new "boy" on Saturday.Ate macaroni and cheese with lobster and bought new pots and pans on Sunday.Felt much better about life on Monday.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-89629103877689881822007-10-20T18:17:00.000-07:002007-10-21T16:58:12.696-07:00This has been a hard month. I've been living vicariously through song. Here are some of my favorite lyrics:Music to my melody. You are where I belong.I wouldn't mind a dude that could take my attitude and take the time to listen.Take you into my senses.I wanna say you're a hell of a woman. You're like a new drop in the summer.If I'm the music, you're my lyric.I say I've moved on 'till I'm Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-43739916135074914042007-09-08T17:57:00.000-07:002007-09-08T17:59:07.281-07:00I didn't realize how much of a coward I was until I decided to try and take control of my happiness and I couldn't. I have so much further to go...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-83087998375295589532007-08-24T22:33:00.000-07:002007-08-24T22:34:01.654-07:00I'm thinking about asking him on a date.Strap it on babylove!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-59502030703961471572007-08-12T17:42:00.000-07:002007-08-12T19:33:26.885-07:00They run through my dreams, impermanent, laughing at me...They say, "you will never have me, your fantasies will stay in your mind."I wake up, sunlight glinting through the white blinds by my bed, groggy and afraid that their words are true:I will be alone forever.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-73899358042593233032007-07-26T21:31:00.000-07:002007-07-26T22:46:05.856-07:00Some strange things about Arizona...The water in the toilet bowl is warm and sometimes even hot. I know this because when you stick your butt on the seat you can feel the heat rising. Yuck!When it rains your car gets very dirty because all of the dust falls on your car with the rain.The taxes are rediculous, but the gas and houses are cheap.All of the service people here are very honest about Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-71124077642806785512007-07-15T07:29:00.000-07:002007-07-15T07:50:27.819-07:00Near death experiences on the freeway give you post traumatic stress disorder. Let's hope there will come a day, after this drive to Arizona, that a car passes me at 85 miles an hour and I don't flinch (or scream)!To Uyen, Ann, and Sammi, who's current and future adventures are as life changing as mine right now, thanks for making me feel not so alone. Packing for a new life, you really can't Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-40783361453776532892007-07-01T07:56:00.000-07:002007-07-01T07:58:12.449-07:00I hoped, when I woke up from my nap yesterday, that he would still be alive. That nineteen year old Julius Dawson was playing a very good, but totally "not-funny" joke on all of us. But when I woke up, nothing had changed. My heart was still breaking for him...he was still gone.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-59050920395574309552007-06-28T20:36:00.001-07:002007-06-28T20:41:42.216-07:00I'm feeling very inspired by the SGI national leaders and the new changes happening in the SGI these days. It's no accident that the "new departure" of the SGI is happening at the same time as my new departure to Arizona. I am praying that my move to Arizona will set me on the path of living to my fullest potential on a daily basis...and will be a catalyst for me to uncover some of my lost dreams.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-67176780305682938952007-06-17T16:32:00.000-07:002007-06-17T16:34:24.765-07:00"will you come back to me? Will you come back to me? Heaven only knows..."Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-14273967298455144232007-05-29T20:03:00.000-07:002007-05-30T20:38:57.566-07:00I finally rode my bike to work! It hurt. I'm so out of shape that my thighs started burning after peddling for just one block. So sad...that's what happens when the only exercise you get for a year is walking up and down the house steps.I also started writing in my journal again...I was like, oh yeah! I do have emotions...I swear, for the last ten months I've been in survival mode, which means, Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-70144617144635654052007-05-08T14:43:00.000-07:002007-05-08T14:50:07.608-07:00For graduation gifts, I received a tea pot, a set of silver wear, and a measuring cup and spoon set. Opening up these gifts was both exhilarating and terrifying, because they are symbols of my impending independence. I've been an adult for a long time now, but I've been dependent on my parents since I was born. Are these mini panic attacks I've been experiencing, right before I drift to sleep,Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-30995986002189361452007-04-29T13:25:00.000-07:002007-04-29T13:29:34.242-07:00Next week:Last class: MonSend in Teaching License paper work: TueLeave for Japan: WedArrive in Japan: ThurMom picks up my cap and gown while I'm in Japan: FriAlumni meeting: SatLeave Japan: SunArrive in the U.S. and graduate at 2:30pm: SunWhat was I thinking!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-8735203559085754212007-04-07T13:22:00.000-07:002007-04-07T13:24:38.243-07:00I went to the Oregon teachers job fair this week and had five interviews! I was offered a job in Arizona in one of the school districts in Phoenix. I'm very confused about whether I should move, or keep hitting the pavement here in p-town. Phoenix equals complete independence. Am I ready for that?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-58062893959705343452007-03-30T20:01:00.000-07:002007-03-30T20:05:28.076-07:00OK...so I don't mind being hit on by a sixty year old man...it gives my confidence a bit of a boost...but when that's the only guy who's hit on you in like three or four months, its worrisome.I've definitely let myself go!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-58469546839622414012007-03-26T13:11:00.000-07:002007-03-26T13:20:53.136-07:00I'm on vacation, but I can't help but listen to the little voice in my head that says, don't relax...you've got to graduate in a month, and you're not gonna do it if you sit down and watch movies and eat chocolate for the next seven days...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-3672422610179883502007-03-04T16:16:00.000-08:002007-03-04T16:19:34.124-08:00Life has taken a turn for the better in the last two weeks. Things are going well enough at school, my family and I celebrated my 24th birthday on the 2nd at the cheesecake factory. We were the loudest family there and the waitress said she loved us. My house is finally clean for the first time in three months and Elsa and I are talking again...oh, you didn't know, well we didn't talk for six Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-20803692600933339712007-02-22T17:32:00.000-08:002007-02-22T17:36:04.936-08:00Today was probably one of the worse days of my life...I do not say that lightly, and it's not funny. Today was filled with screaming children and my supervisor watching it all in the back of the room. Oh my. All I can think about right now are all of the professions I should have chosen to pursue. Like waiter, or McDonald's hamburger maker. I could have done those jobs well. I have a Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-77608362010434128422007-02-06T11:57:00.000-08:002007-02-06T12:03:43.327-08:00So January Started off with a headcold and February started with a big bang of Norovirus: AKA diarrhea for four days straight. Am I going to survive 2007? That is the question.Andy and Sammi, I hope your new blog titles give you pleasure.And to Ryochan: You read my blog!!?? I had no idea.To Uyen: School is slowly killing me...well my kindergartners germs are anyway, but I'm gonna make it. And Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-5039182193921930272007-01-30T17:43:00.000-08:002007-01-30T17:44:58.111-08:00I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.-YeatsElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1168304934742248472007-01-08T17:05:00.000-08:002007-01-08T17:08:54.760-08:002007 has begun in ernest. I've been sick with a head cold for four days. I'm suffering massive anxiety about teaching kindergartners, and I've watched way too much television. Hmmm...imagine that. Well, all I can do is continue to chant, and have confidence that 2007 will get better.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1167528135885844502006-12-30T17:19:00.000-08:002006-12-30T17:22:15.903-08:00So, I gave in today and actually decorated my myspace page. In doing so, I found some of you fools on myspace and I asked you to be my friend. So, you know, hook a sister up and accept me some time soon. I also visited my Hi5 account today and I had two messages from random guys who, "just wanted to chat." Well they were a little too buff and fake tanned for me, so I deleted them. Sorry boys!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1166398439959066332006-12-17T15:22:00.000-08:002006-12-17T15:33:59.973-08:00Ode to my wisdom teeth that I had removed last ThursdayO' Wisdom teeth, wisdom teeth two were under ground. O' wisdom teeth, wisdom teeth the other two were out and hanging around. I used to pick food out of the holes those two made. But the other day my dentist got paid. He took out my wisdom teeth and threw them away and now I'm in pain every day. Its amazing how the removal of four teeth can Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1164415913541385052006-11-24T16:42:00.000-08:002006-11-24T16:51:53.566-08:00I thought I was free from Capstone forever! But here I am a year and a half later typing up another one! What the hell is going on...I don't even have Sammi and Pili to procrastinate with. It's just me, in my chair, bored, lonely, and wishing it was graduation day.I need a chug!P.S. My last day with my fourth graders was Wednesday. I'm gonna miss them... Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1162065937491517302006-10-28T11:28:00.000-07:002006-10-28T13:11:01.053-07:00JapanOur first day in Japan, I was delirious. All I can tell you is that we ate good food, hung out with SJ, Yumi and Noako, and then I crashed (hard) on the floor of our hotel. Yeah, we snuck four people in one room...but we wouldn't be us if we had done it the "proper" way! The giant cone!! In Tokyo, we shopped. We went to a Kabuki show which Jess hated, we went bra shopping, we rode train Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1159684206112911032006-09-30T23:19:00.000-07:002006-09-30T23:30:06.126-07:00On Monday September 25, 2006, I taught my first math lesson. It was somewhat terrifying. Math, I thought, they want ME to teach math. Math makes me cry... But I did it...and then I did it again the next day, and the next, and the next for the whole week. A good teacher checks for students understanding regularly and often and all of my checks have shown that my students ARE learning! Pat on the Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1158434888560369612006-09-16T12:17:00.000-07:002006-09-16T12:28:08.803-07:00My husband put out a new album...I bet if you make an educated guess you'll know who I'm talking about. Listening to it improves my mood. My life is crazy. In the next three months I have a work sample and capstone proposal due. My worksample will be approximately 100 pages long and y'all know how stressful writing a capstone proposal can be...but you would be proud of me...I haven't had a Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1156815795994726232006-08-28T18:39:00.000-07:002006-08-28T18:43:16.003-07:00Oh Boy! back to school I went...It's amazing how I could physically feel my stress level rising as the day progressed. I say we go back to a life of hunting and gathering where no one needed a text book to tell them how to live and everyone got to run around half naked in the summer (bye bye business casual!)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1156113096978329212006-08-20T15:27:00.000-07:002006-08-20T15:31:36.986-07:00I had some kind of strange allergic reaction to food yesterday. Who knows which food, 'cause I ate a lot, but I returned from my friend Rick's party feeling like I was going to die. My skin hurt (like when something rubbed against it I wanted to scream) and even my eye balls hurt. It was super strange. But now it's the next day and I'm still in this weird funk. Even lifting my head from the Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1155797673696445082006-08-16T23:50:00.000-07:002006-08-16T23:54:33.706-07:00My new exercise schedule:(if you see/talk to me, ask how it's going!)Sunday morning: pilatesTuesday afternoon: jogging with my momWednesday evening: Aquaerobics (yes!)Friday night: My mom and I are signing up for a hip-hop class together...the out of shape 23 year old and the 59 year old...yeah, I'll keep you posted.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1153633476212166692006-07-22T22:32:00.000-07:002006-07-22T22:44:38.320-07:00I went to Alonzo's family reunion in Massachusetts last weekend and had a blast. My Uncle and aunt live on a huge lake. I went paddle boating and kayaking for the first time, and also went intertubing in the back of my uncle John's boat. It was like a roller coaster, only better!While I was kayaking, my sister and I passed by the most beautiful house I've ever seen. There was this big Buddha Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1152236760972975512006-07-06T18:37:00.000-07:002006-07-06T18:46:00.983-07:00I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a teacher. What is my personal educational philosophy. Do I believe in reformation of society through education? Well, I went to Soka U, so I think so. That brings me to my ever expanding dream of teaching at/opening a soka elementary school. It used to be someone else's dream...It used to be that I just supported the idea. But now, I'm somehow Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1151370428578249862006-06-26T17:56:00.000-07:002006-06-26T18:08:43.880-07:00It's hot, and I'm scared!Grad school is 100% difficult. What was I thinking?? Higher education...who needs it. I think tomorrow I'll become a grad-school-dropout, move to Australia and become a beach bum...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1150066425242905502006-06-11T15:25:00.000-07:002006-06-11T16:03:19.476-07:00My friend Christina was quite convincing yesterday when she said I should accompany her and her roommate to a drag show at Darcelle's in downtown Portland. I made up every excuse I possibly could not to go, especially when I heard that the show would be followed by a male review (yeah, that's right folks, hot guys, with g-strings, attacking horny women).Somehow she sucked me into going. I walked Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1149122175628289892006-05-31T17:29:00.000-07:002006-05-31T17:42:59.656-07:00It was such a blast. I love you fools and all your crazy ways.Andy: I need your address...and an email address too...Do you have hotmail??Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1146427004531732292006-04-30T12:51:00.000-07:002006-04-30T12:56:44.540-07:00When I was a little girl, sunny weather meant bike rides, tennis games, and park visits. As an adult all sense of adventure has some how been sucked out of my life. My bike has cobwebs...I don't even know what happened to my tennis racket... and the park seems mighty far away. But it's such a beautiful day. It's a shame and a sin for me to be sitting inside looking out the window wishing I was a Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1145487039140774622006-04-19T15:46:00.000-07:002006-04-19T15:50:39.150-07:00My summer is going to be jam packed.California in MayStart Grad school in JuneDenver SGI festival in June/JulyFamily reunion in Massachusetts in JulyFNCC in AugustEvery day I look at the calendar and wish it was the next day, so that it would be summer...But that's no way to live...I better start enjoying the moment or I'm going to give myself an ulcer! Or a heart condition. I feel jumpy, I feel Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1144532433382445882006-04-08T14:35:00.000-07:002006-04-08T14:40:33.393-07:00I have six completed scrap books. I looked over all of them today and I was shocked by how much I've had the fortune to do in the last seven or so years. Life is kind of like a reverse onion. You keep adding layer upon layer until your skin is thick; until your experiences start to run into one another creating who you are at this moment.For all of the amazing people who have come into my life Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1143393430028721002006-03-26T09:12:00.000-08:002006-03-26T09:17:10.040-08:00No more class until June 26th!! Yea!So, life after night classes is proving to be very good. I mean, this weekend I actually have plans.Yesterday, I led the discussion at our March 16th meeting and went to my co-workers birthday party. She had a wine tasting party that turned into a card playing party.Today, my sister and I are going to my dads for breakfast and then shopping (we finally get to Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1142721941781577012006-03-18T14:42:00.000-08:002006-03-18T14:46:11.673-08:00I'm officially going to the Student division FNCC conference. I'm very excited to go back.Looking forward to wearing my new cut off Bermuda shorts and shaving my legs.I'm also officially going to the graduation at SUA. Hope lots of people from our class decide to crash the party.Looking forward to tan skin.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1141583388881035712006-03-05T10:18:00.000-08:002006-03-05T10:29:48.893-08:00On my birthday I ate green tea ice cream, and managed to avoid all homework. It was a good day.23 seems to be a turning point age. My mom met my dad at 23. I'm going to graduate with a masters at 23. I want to make this the kind of year I look back on and think good thoughts about.Spring is really on its way. Twice last week, I went outside with no coat. On my route to work there are two trees Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1140994336366819282006-02-26T14:47:00.000-08:002006-02-26T14:52:16.366-08:00It's dreary here in Portland today, and I can't help wish for future sunny days.I was accepted to two more Elementary school grad programs. Being indecisive, I almost changed my mind about going to University of Portland...Put I'm holding my ground and I'm going to the school my instincts tell me is the best for my life right now.My dreams have been muddled and scary, in a subtle way, lately. I Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1139968609467572482006-02-14T17:55:00.000-08:002006-02-14T17:56:49.476-08:00Had small mental break down today...so I stayed home from work.Isn't it June yet??Happy Valentines day.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1139128699688371302006-02-05T00:35:00.000-08:002006-02-26T14:47:10.440-08:00I was accepted to my first graduate school today, a mere three days after my interview with two professors who teach in the education department!I opened the envelope and I was in shock. In June I will officially be on my way to becoming an Elementary school teacher.Fantabulous!!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1138501485472252742006-01-28T18:16:00.000-08:002006-01-28T18:24:45.483-08:00Rain, rain go away, don't come back some other day. Bump your head and go to bed!!I'm so sick of the rain. I'm so sick of the clouds. My dream day: It would be 81 degrees. There would be those puffy white clouds that look like zoo animals. I'd be wearing cut off shorts, flip flops, and a tank top. It would be July, and I'd be on vacation, on a beach, in Hawaii.Hey, a girl can dream...In other Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1137540320513115722006-01-17T15:12:00.000-08:002006-01-17T15:25:20.526-08:00It's sunny, it's warm, there's not a single rain drop in sight; must mean I'm in California.So, I've been here three days now, and I'm having a good time. I must say that being on campus is strange. I feel like I'm watching a movie of other people's lives. I'm not involved in the story any more, only an observer. It's kinda nice to know everyone's moved on, and that Soka is now a totally Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1136673940082266202006-01-07T14:25:00.000-08:002006-01-07T14:45:40.093-08:00I'm really good at making excuses for not calling my friends. The truth...I don't like to talk on the phone all that much, because for me it doesn't compare to actually spending time with them, so I'll say everything here in this blog, for now.Sammi: I'm really sorry to hear about checkers. losing an animal is so heartbreaking...especially one you've had so long...Did you guys have a ceremony forElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1135582014120345822005-12-25T23:17:00.000-08:002005-12-25T23:26:54.130-08:00Christmas has come and almost gone again! I hope everyone had a lovely day.The older I get, the more I love Christmas. Last night we had our Christmas party. Our parties always end with drunk adults complaining about the Republican party, but they sure are fun before the fifth bottle of wine. My mom cooked her famous macaroni and cheese with sour cream, along with a turkey and all the rest of theElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1134719889053843482005-12-15T23:53:00.000-08:002005-12-15T23:58:09.066-08:00"Pirate me hidey!!"If I was clever and getting enough sleep, I'd write an epic blog about the disappearance of Samantha June Hawkins. For now, all I can say is...she must have finally taken the final step to "Pirate hood." Sammi, have many gold filled adventures for me and the rest of us land loving folk. We miss you.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1134210031675014142005-12-10T02:18:00.000-08:002005-12-10T02:20:31.686-08:00It's 2:18 am.I just wrote a 7 page paper in five hours.Did we really used to do this kind of shit on a regular basis? I mean, I recall writing a 20 pager in a day. Was that really my life?Studying has no place in the real world.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1133751495674204672005-12-04T18:49:00.000-08:002005-12-04T18:58:15.683-08:00It's official, my mom and I are going down to California on the 14th of January! I'm very excited. Believe it or not, I miss California, a lot! I was telling Alli, on the phone, that I miss the strip malls, the mild weather, walmart, and even the traffic. I miss all of those things about California I vowed to hate forever! But mostly, I miss Soka and all of you guys!My classes are ending in two Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1132795798018999232005-11-23T17:20:00.000-08:002005-11-23T17:30:44.456-08:00I've got some good news and some GOOD news! First, today, I kicked off my five day vacation...I have to say that sitting on the couch, doing nothing, is highly underrated...Second, I found out that my loans have been deferred. Yay! No payments, and no interest! Yesterday, I called both loan companies to find out about payment methods, and they informed me that because I was taking classes at PSU Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1132292485578742322005-11-17T21:39:00.000-08:002005-11-17T21:41:25.586-08:00Next week I have five days off, in a row! No school, no work, no nothing unless I choose to do something. I think one of those days is going to be spent in my pJ's, in front of the TV, eating ice cream.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1131853121031012532005-11-12T19:37:00.000-08:002005-11-12T19:38:41.040-08:00If uyen's blog makes me jealous. Jo's blog makes me blind with envy.Oh! To be in New York, in love....Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1131241411903877122005-11-05T17:35:00.000-08:002005-11-05T17:43:31.916-08:00Ok everyone, now raise your glass for a toast to EMPLOYMENT!! Seems like everyone's on the right track...Now you too can watch as your money is slowly eaten away by the many expenses life throws in your face...Oh reality, "Oh discordia!"So talk about being a big dork hooked on a book series, I'm still going strong on Steven Kings dark tower series. I'm about an eighth of the way through the last Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1130359466805653442005-10-26T13:39:00.000-07:002005-10-27T18:18:37.896-07:00my newly acquired license (by newly, I mean I got it today!) is in my wallet, and the road is waiting for me drive on it... watch out p-town!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1129500170157949222005-10-16T14:51:00.000-07:002005-10-16T15:02:50.163-07:00Five Reasons why Elizabethtown is really all about me...1. The opening scene is an aerial view of my city p-town. I recognized every building and every bridge.2. The scene at Orlando/drew's shoe-wear company is shot at the Nike town headquarters, also in Oregon.3. The scenes at Nike town are cross cut with the scenes shot at Soka U. There's a scene in the Ikeda reading room, the art gallery, and Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1128917601037694272005-10-09T20:56:00.000-07:002005-10-09T21:13:21.043-07:00Yesterday I took the CBEST. Who knows if I passed. All I know is if I didn't, I might have to break down BIG TIME...Yesterday I really missed Uyen. Taking my test reminded me of taking the GRE together. I remember driving to the test site in Ann and feeling nervous, but happy that Uyen and I were going to go through the craziness of the GRE together...Andy and Koji: Who the heck am I going to Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1128229790916978642005-10-01T21:52:00.000-07:002005-10-01T22:09:50.920-07:00My body finally gave in to my crazy schedule. I hate being sick!! I've been in "the dream world" all day trying to sleep off this cold I caught, and trying to relax, because my life reached maximum intensity this week.I've finally started taking classes. I have three, and I love them, but working ten hours during the day and going to school three hours at night is proving to be a great challenge.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1127582673941415632005-09-24T10:16:00.000-07:002005-09-24T10:24:33.946-07:00I'm being bought, and that's the truth.I'm too shy/scared to "get a life," and that's the truth.The Joyful Noise take over of the YMCA is the worst thing that I've ever experienced on a job, and that's the truth.I may never grow up, and that's the truth.I get jealous when I read Uyen's blog because it reminds me of the life I wish I led, and that's the truth.I'm a judgmental brat, and that's the Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1125982620428511302005-09-05T21:47:00.000-07:002005-09-05T21:57:00.433-07:00One of the best things in the world is a hug from a friend you haven't seen in a while. I went to a BBQ at Wula's house today and saw Caisy, and Jackie! They both seem well. We sat around and talked about our new lives, and how the shadows of our old ones seem to get in the way of happiness...we ate chicken, took a walk around the neighborhood, talked about "boys" and "girls" and enjoyed each Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1125277483551270712005-08-28T18:04:00.000-07:002005-08-28T18:04:43.556-07:00Happy Birthday Cassie and Jess...Your cards are in the mail!!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1124908355645557872005-08-24T11:26:00.000-07:002005-08-24T11:32:35.650-07:00"Your eyes have a story that they wish to tell, and I have my whole life and I listen well. Look I'll be your confidant, tell me anything." JTElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1124169763354269922005-08-15T18:02:00.000-07:002005-08-15T22:22:43.403-07:00First, congrats to all of those who have recently been hired...Mitzi we can suffer together in the shoe department...and Sammi, I do need more One Piece!! It keeps me sane.Updates:I went to the beach for three days last week. And it was cleansing. My sister and I ran across sand dunes, wiggled our toes in the cold murky water, and I ate eggs benedict. I want to go back, I wanted to stay forever, Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1123097369466311152005-08-03T12:22:00.000-07:002005-08-03T12:29:29.473-07:00Reasons why I'm stressed out:I can't wear sandals to work anymore and my feet are mad at me for suffocating them every day.I have to be at work every morning at 7:15am. At soka nothing began before 9am. My body is in shock. My new bosses are absolutely nothing like my old boss Terri. She talked with us about Harry potter and cramps. My new bosses barely manage a hello, much less an entertaining Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1122086313559791982005-07-22T19:08:00.000-07:002005-07-22T19:39:54.730-07:00So, In the last three weeks my job at the daycare has been incredibly stressful, to say the least. A new company is taking over the Children's Holladay Center on August 1st. In the last two weeks all of the staff members at the CHC including myself have had to reapply for their jobs. This month has been filled with my wondering whether I'd have to move on and get a different full time job. Today,Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1121537877499172882005-07-16T11:15:00.000-07:002005-07-16T11:17:57.503-07:00Being dependent on your parents sucks. How come my dad is the "flakiest" man in history and my mom the most frustrated woman?I've been so babied and spoiled it feels like there's no turning back.I'm going to buy a car. Or my mom is and I' m going to pay for it.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1121053164412324822005-07-10T20:37:00.000-07:002005-07-11T10:56:44.336-07:00Sammi, this is for you!! Remember our butt filter with musical downloads?? Well, I think this is the first step in that direction! http://www.flat-d.com/canineproducts.htmlhehe!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1120508131870266762005-07-04T13:11:00.000-07:002005-07-04T13:16:41.353-07:00 Ok, So I'm really excited about blogger's new image uploader. Just a random picture of all my crazy friends to make sure it works.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1120424389343539672005-07-03T13:24:00.000-07:002005-07-03T13:59:49.346-07:00My sister wrote this about all of you in her journal at the beginning of last school year (don't worry, I have permission):...Night we left Soka:We have just left Soka and I am very sad to see all of the faces I have come to know and love fade away into a dark cloud; The faces of my sisters friends who are friends to me too.Pilipino and his singingSammi and her love of kid moviesAllison and her Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1119579620736480012005-06-23T19:15:00.000-07:002005-06-23T19:20:20.740-07:00My new "supervisor" said: "welcome aboard Elizabeth," and I smiled.Second job, here I come!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1119306071214007972005-06-20T15:17:00.000-07:002005-06-20T15:21:11.220-07:00Wow! Starting today I can officially say, I graduated from an accredited university. Well, at least it's accredited now, and no one needs to know about the four years when that title seemed so far away, and down right impossible.On another note, they're looking for Anime teachers over here in Oregon...(Ellie coughs loudly)...Sammi!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1119114748490665772005-06-18T10:05:00.000-07:002005-06-18T22:06:31.096-07:00So Sammi, I saw the American One Piece the other day, and it was by far the worst Japanese Anime gone American I have ever seen. Although the changes in the weaponry weren't as bad as I thought they would be, the voice overs and the English translations are what killed me. All of the magic was sucked out of the Anime. When Sanji opened his mouth to talk, I 'bout nearly had a heart attack, becauseElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1118986959802712612005-06-16T22:25:00.000-07:002005-06-16T22:42:39.826-07:00The spiders are coming!!Yes Jess, I will call you back. I'm assessing my financial situation...In between working at CHC and attending SGI meetings, I've been daydreaming. I dream about my future car, my future apartment, my future career and my future boyfriend. Unfortunately most of the things I dream, take money to make a reality. I can wish for a car until the sun don't shine, but I won't Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3853999.post-1118475058861024162005-06-11T00:17:00.000-07:002005-06-11T00:30:58.866-07:00I can be semi proud of myself, because in the last two days, I've managed to apply to 4 jobs. Yay!! Hopefully my second job is being lined up right now, and managers are talking about how they 'want to hire that cute girl that came in yesterday and dropped off her application.'I've been day dreaming about my future apartment. I've decided I want to have lots of candles, and a red bath mat. My Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319439720065278863noreply@blogger.com0