Vat I Lub Really Much

I'm missin' these 5 crazy wahoos. Who wouldn't?

(I think Jake and I were born with perfectly photoshopped skin...well in this picture at least)

(I am proud to say that Scott really did find that. Today he finds the world's longest curly fry, tomorrow the cure for cancer)

(Cole and The Colonel share the same birthday)

(Max is lovin' school lunch and he told me 8+8=10)

(Whenever I ask Emma what she's wearing she always says "My shoes!")

Can't wait to see you guys! I lub ewe!

This is My Nutrition Teacher

This is who I caught him listening to:

This is who I imagined him listening to:

In case you were wondering...

Is Harry Potter Hotter?



How do we feel about his hair?

I should be doing my homework like Brittany, but I chose to post instead

I have officially been in school for one month. Wah-freaking-whoo! Just kidding. Let me update you on my life.

I have teacher named Jill who tells me to tell the distracting voices in my head to go. But I have to tell them nicely because they are stubborn voices they won't leave if I am mean to them. Whatev!

I drank a faux-margirita at a Luau. It rocked.

I rode a horse for the first time. (if you don't count the times I rode on a pony in a circle during Draper Days) The horse's name was Buck and I am afraid to know where he got that name from.

I got engaged to a cute guy. Engaged in service that is. I am on the freshman board for the service learning center and we were in the homecoming parade. One of SUU's themes is "Getting Engaged" so we decided to pass out ring pops. This kid named Darcy (Mr. Darcy that is JK) dressed up in a suit and practiced proposing to me. He said "Will you get engaged with me?" Not how I expected that to go, but hey...

Occasionally, my neighbor Martha will come and sleep in my bed or just chill in my bed with me because it's so freaking cold in my building. (not being kinkalishish way possible)

My roommates (minus one) went to Winger's the other day and told the waitress that it was Jessica's birthday and so we all got to share an Asphalt pie. Holy YUM!

My roommate Jo and I do Tae Bo every other night. Pretty intesnse.

I went to St. George and bought two pairs of pants for $25. Love it!

I wrote my first English paper about shopping being my leisure activity. I said it was a genetically based hobby passed from generation. I love shopping.

I went to second ever football game. I hated the first one and left early, but this one was homecoming and it basically rocked. All the roomies went together and we saw LJ and her roomies. For the first time in my life, I cheered for the T-Birds. What now P-Town. Oh yeah, we won.

Well, I am going to do my homework now. By the way, Dustin told on Tazer girl and she thinks my roommate Ryane told our RA about it. She's crazy, Tazer I mean. She had it on top of the fridge and Jane opened up the fridge and it went off on the ground. Everyone next door screamed and she just laughed. Laughed I tell you. It apparently is legal for her to have. I still don't know how I feel about it. I am also considering about cutting my hair. What do you think?

Last night my Bishop talked to me about Grinding

I had a getting to know your bishop interview last night and I decided that I really like my bishop. He told me that we need to fill the large gap between my generation and his generation. That's were the grinding came in. He told me he didn't know what it meant and all I thought was "Please don't make me explain it to him!!!". He said that he had to go home one night and call up one of his kids and ask them. Could you imagine that confersation? ("Son, what does it mean to grind?" "Well dad...") He told me this interesting story of when he went to go listen to a motivational speaker. The speaker told everyone who was born before a certain date to raise their hands. When they all raised their hands, he asked them if they had a twenty dollar bill or anything higher on them at that very moment to keep their hands in the air. When about 95% of the people still had their hands in the air, he said the reason why they have this is because they grew up during the depression and they learned to always have money on them in case anything happened. The speaker then asked the next group of people who were born before another date to stand up and whoever had a twenty dollar bill on them to keep standing. He said the reason why so many people in that particular generation had that money on them was because they had heard the stories of their parents from the depression and it became a habit for them because of their parents. He asked another group, which were a much younger group, to raise up anything worth five dollars or more and about 95% of the group held up credit cards. I don't really know what that had to do with anything, but I thought that story was good. He said that the reason why we (my generation) needs to conect with the older generation is because we all need to help each other out and be one big happy family. I like my bishop because he always says "we need to be one big happy family".

On a side note, I slept through my 9:00 class yesterday meaning I woke up at 9:30 and missed it. I made the horrible mistake of telling Dustin this and he made me a special chart. It says "Elisabeth's On-Time Chart" and it's hanging on my closet door. When I am on time to all of my classes, I get to put an X in one of the boxes, but if I'm late or miss a class I have to put a frowny face in the box. There are pictures of celebrity boys who "all girls think are hot" on the chart because "Elisabeth, everyone wants you go to class". I am very disgusted at the fact that Dustin thought I could possible think pasty Ashton Kutcher or creepy Elijah Wood were attractive. I do feel a tad bit humiliated as well...

Li, the smashed cantalope head

Our roommate Moisa (Mo for short) brought home a cantalope. She's algeric, but she forgot to tell us that we could eat it. As a result, it sat on our table for about a week in the hot sun. Well, it kind of stunk. Tonight, we drew a Chinese face on it and through it out over the balcony onto the parking lot. We laughed for like 5 minutes. The End. (note: no real Chinese people were harmed during the smashing of the cantalope)

*by the way, a girl who lives next door has a tazer. How should I feel about that? Martha jokes that we just need to tazer her bad attitude. Her belly button is all fixed now. Just so you know*

Martha's bellybutton problem and Tommy's Doughnuts dilema...and other

Today was freezing. It was really windy. I went to our stake kickball tournament and I almost got blown over while I was walking. It was pretty crazy. Okay, now that I have taken care of talking about the weather: In other news, my neighbor Martha pierced her belly button. It is now infected. Just thought I should share. She fainted yesterday because it hurt, and it is really gross looking. I wanted to take a picture of it, but she wouldn't let me. (By the way, I am happy to say that I have finally figured out how to upload my pictures! Thank you for helping me)
One of my roomates got a job at Tommy's Doughnuts. It is all good and whatever, but she brings home her mistakes every morning in a big paper bag! I try to resist, but please tell how I say no to Mr. Doughnut!!! Another thing I am learning to say no to is Mr. Movie. Every night, someone puts in a movie on the downstairs TV. I start to go to bed, but they say "Hey Elisabeth, we're watching a movie. Wanna watch with us?" As a result to my weaknesses, I have reasons to believe that the "Freshman 15" will take it's effects on me, and I haven't gone to bed earlier than midnight since I have gotten here.

Tonight, I went to Denny's with Brittany and our roommate Ryane. It was crazy fun. I ordered a OJ Fizzle. (Fo Rizzle?) It was fun, but it still doesn't top off the crazy fun times at IHOP. Here is the picture of my drink. It was pretty good.
Well, I need to go to bed. I am almost tempted to go and watch The Island with the girls downstairs. I will now leave you with of picture of my bad A self.

Ode To a Police Officer Putting Out Fire
I am sitting in the computer lab procrastinating (who me?) Last night, my roomates and I were getting ready for a fireside when our neighbors Jane and Martha came in telling us there was a fire in the parking lot. We rushed out to the balcony and sure enough a car was on fire. We stood there watching it burn for like 5 min wondering where the heck the fire department was. Enter the Police. Have I mentioned to you that I have seen a police car only twice since I have been here, so you could imagine how freakin awsome it was for me to see 5 of them drive up to put out the fire (joke made by Jane, "Wow, I'm feel safe knowing that if we have a fire around here, the cops will be there to take care of it. With what? They'll try to put it out with their coffee while the roast their doughnuts?") Well, we just stood there watching people run from all corners of student housing to see what was going on. One officer drove up and asked us it we saw what had happened. "Hey ladies, did you happen to see what happened?" "No, but I'm sure the girl who is crying over there would know." Well, finally the fire department came. They pulled out their hose and the second the sprayed it, the whole car burst into flames. It was pretty cool looking. Well, we left for the fireside and there was a police car blocking the entrance to the parking lot. We got a good laugh out of that one because there is another entrance right next to it.
Well, my weekend was kind of eventful. Friday night I went to the institute dance. Let's just say it started off with a creepy 30 something year old guy telling me he really wanted to get married and not to be worried because his mother was married at 18. But it did end with a slow dance with a cute 18 something year old. So, all was well.
Saturday, I guess I was Dustin's girlfriend or something. He invited me to go to a ballroom dance BBQ or those on the team and their "significant other". It turned out that "significant other" meant husbands and wives and not friends pretending to be girlfriends. Well me being the only date there and the girl who tried out for the team but didn't make it (I'm just here for the food), I just left and went back to my dorm. No one wanted to go to the game, so I ended Saturday night with some homework de espanol. By the way, we won. So I guess the football team isn't as bad as everyone said it was.
Well, I have to do my homework for my lovely computer class now. I keep on seeing people who look like people back in Provo. It's kinda freaking me out...

p.s. is anyone else having a hard time uploading pictures on blogger, or is it just me?

My Strictly Ballroom Experience

I swore to myself that I would never do the ballroom thang again. I tried it once and hated it. Until my friend Dustin asked me to try out with him.
"Now, why would I want to do something like Dustin?"
"Come on, It will be fun! You don't need any previous dance experience."
"I'll think about it."
"I know you had a bad time in 8th grade, but I promise this will be fun."

What happened in 8th grade? Well, lets go back 5 years ago to 4th period beginning ballroom.

It just in time for our Christmas concert and we were all getting ready for our foxtrot. I was paired up with this dufus named Kelly. He never showed up to class so he didn't know what he was doing. Then, at the concert, he never showed up. I started to freak out and told my teacher. He told me that I could dance with him, or he'd find another guy. Because it's middle school, there were like 15 guys and 25 girls in the class meaning that we would have to perform our dance number twice so each girl could perform. In the end, I was paired up with this jerk who was all mean to me when we were dancing. When I got home, I promised myself I would never do ballroom again.
Fastforward 5 years. I am standing there in SUU's ballroom with my turquoise skirt, my hair beautifully put in an updo by my lovely roommates, and a number 28 pinned to my back. Dustin said, "Hey Elisabeth, if you make it, you could meet Benji." "Shutup Dustin."

The ballroom instructor told us that we would be performing a waltz and cha-cha. I was relieved because that was what I practiced with Dustin. After we learned the routines and stuff, he started teaching us the jive. Someone raised their hand and asked, "So, is the girls part or the guys part?" The teacher said, "Oh, this is both. You will be performing this as a solo." WHAT?!!! If anyone knows me well enough, you know that I don't do the solo thing.
I did the whole cha-cha and waltz and thought it was pretty good. Then all the girls had to line up in rows of 6 and had to do the jive in front of the judges. I put a smile on my face and faked my way through it. It was horrible. I yelled at Dustin afterwards because he forgot to tell me about the whole solo part even though he didn't know himself.

Well, the results came yesterday and I didn't make the team. I'm really relieved because I'm not ready for a commitment like ballroom (practices every day from 6-8 in the morning, Saturdays 8 to whenever). So, I guess I'll never have to talk to those ballroom kids again right? Wrong. I'm going to the BBQ tonight with Dustin, who made the team by the way.

To end this blog, I would like to tell you that I saw a van at Mavrick yesterday with "Just Remarried" painted on the back window. It made me laugh.

Dear Blog,

So I knew this day would come. The day that my blissful college life wouldn't be quite so blissful anymore.

It all started when I woke up to rain. I love the rain, but when it is raining when I wake up, the day always turns bad. My ankles and legs hurt really bad because of my bad experience of ballroom dance (I'll get to that later...)

Well, I went to my stupid unviersity class. I was really worried because we were meeting in a different classroom and a girl in my class (who I don't really know if we are friends or if she just likes my friends and is nice to me just because) wasn't there to hear that we were going to be in a different classroom. So, I kept on trying to call her and I went to her room to tell her, but she wasn't there. So, I went to my class and it basically sucked. I really like all of my classes, but that one. This crazy lady teaches it and today she told us to just ignore the voice in our head. Whatev!

I feel really sad. I called my family today and I totally miss them. I didn't get a chance to go home last weekend so I didn't get to see anyone. Then I called my grandparents and that made me sad too. Then I felt really sad because I haven't talked to LJ in like 10 freakin years! We're both busy so we don't get a chance to talk that much. She's probably mad at me right now because I was kind of mean to her when I finally did get a chance to talk to her. I am having a crappy day. I went to Mavrik to drown away my sorrows in a doughnut, but thought better of it. Then, when we got home, the fire alarm went off and we had to stand in the freezing cold for like 30 min. My neighbor just came home from swimming and so she was wearing a swimsuit. I gave her my doughnut. Now, I just finnished looking at my mom's blog and I wish I could eat some chicken and cheesy potatoes.

I know I swore off the complaining stuff, but I find blogs to be theroputic so, I will write about my sad day. Sorry. I will tell you about the ballroom thang next post.

Question...

Can anyone tell me how to take pictures from my phone and put them onto my computer?

Hey Bozo, are you thunda struck?

"Good Morning! Come on everyone, I know you all had your Starbucks this Morning!!" (Through my past years in journalism, I have learned to never start with dialog. In this case, I choose to ignore that rule. I also will continue with my parenthesis fetish.) During our welcome back assembly, a lady from the admissions office or where ever said good morning to us and when we didn't answer back, she replied with that phrase. (see first sentence) Yes, I took the culture shock hard.

I am roommates with my friend Brittany and my other roommates are really cool.

Our wards are split up by resident's halls. In my resisdent hall, Manzinita, there is only one boy apartment. This means there are roughly 140 girls and 15 boys.

LJ and I watched shirtless boys playing volleyball and the Frat dog during a BBQ put on by SUU's Greek Organization

I wore a skirt today being the first day of school that is very flowy. Let's just say as I walked down the stairs outside, I had a few "Marilyn Monroe moments".

I have these two neighbors Jane and Martha. They rock as well. They also party with Jesus at their Bible readings.

I signed up for institute. Yes, I am really taking the Missionary Preparation class. I'm pretty excited.

My classes so far are good. I am really excited for my Nutrition class mainly because I really like the teacher. He's really funny. My Spanish teacher is also really cool. She says that we will be turing in campositions, olways speaking to our neighbors, and she clearly is Omerican. I'm not so sure about English, but I decided to just stick it out. I mean, if I could take Ms. Snyder, I can do anything...right? I have my University Sucess class and Computer class tomarrow. I'll let you know how those go later.

I think my arteris are getting clogged from all the Welcome Week BBQ's they keep on having. This last week I was fed a meal everyday but Sunday from some the most delicious hamburgers ever.

At the club showcase last week, a cheerleader asked me if I could do stunts. I said, "I can fall on my face, does that count?" She just gave me a weird look and asked the person behind me. I like to believe that she just gave me a weird look because she recongized me when I went to high school with her, but who knows.

Well, that's about it. Until later!
BTW: Thunderstruck is SUU's theme this year. I just choose to call it Thundastruck to add more flava. And Tristan, please write more on your blog!

Is it Just me or is Fergie pulling a Gwen Stefani on us?

I am pleased to say that my vote really did count this time and Benji won last night. I can now sleep easy knowing that the title of America's favorite dancer didn't go to Travis. (Wow, I really can't wait until I have real problems to worry about.)

My friend Stankho, who should get a blog by the way, called me last night to hang out but I had to say no because of the 2 hour long show. I think she now thinks I am a bimbo, but I am all for the reality shows where I have the say. (see my post about American Idol)

One major reason I wanted to watch was because Fergie from the Black Eye Peas performed and I really like the Black Eye Peas. Did I miss something...did Fergie go solo? I basically thought I was watching a performance by Gwen Stef herself. What's up with the crazy wardrobe, excentric backup dancers, and the Hollaback girl like lyrics? What's up Fergie?

Like I said, I can't wait until I have real problems to worry about.

Who's Who from Hey Jude

In case you were wondering who the heck these people are. P.S. Thanks for you comments!

LJ: One of my good friends. We were stand partners in orchestra for 2 years and we are now going to SUU together. She now has a blog that rocks my socks south of the boarder. (We once got stuck in a bathtub with this other girl (with our swimsuits on! sicko), and painted the names of these boys on our head because we thought they were cute, but hurried and washed them off because we realized how lame it was. We sewed together our senior year and wrote notes to each other during psychology. Now, we comment on each others blogs.

A November Guest: It all started at Farrer Middle school when we were stand partners. Then we went to Provo High and were stand partners again. Then 2 years after that, we became stand partners once again. (Did you follow that?) Besides being orch dorks, we were also yellow journalism correspondents. We once rapped a song to LJ on her birthday (she can do a mean beat boppin'), she is also pretty crazy at dances. She started a blog called a november guest. You should read it, it's crazy fun.

My Mutha: I don't think I have to explain how I know her. But you should all get to know her because she basically rocks!

Assis to the Bish: *This nickname was invented by LJJ copyright March 2006. This name was given someone we all like to call "T-bone"* Jake and I go back. He was my primary teacher, then my sunday school teacher, and now he's the assis to the bish. His son made me smell his new shoes a few sunday's ago.

CJane: My old young women leader. She has a picture of Amelie on her wall. She kicks (Sista K, not Amelie...well I guess Amelie does too, but I'll save Amelie for another post)

Used to be my Sunday School Teacher, now lives in Texas: Pretty self explanatory. I used to babysit his kids and his wife used to teach me piano. I once went to a party at his house and we had some darn good pizza. (I don't remember what we did at the party, but I remember that pizza)

Cristina: My dear aunty. She is an English teacher and comments frequently. She should start a blog. I would defiently (wrong spelling I know) read it. I used to call her Kiki, and she once had a fish named Gordon. I like to talk about stupid people with her.

Well, I have to go. According to my brothers, super cell 2 has just begun. They were just running crazy outside with a video camera capturing the footage of this storm. They now can add it to their collection: "Super Cell 06", "Super Cell 06: The Aftermath", and of course the award winning "Yamagachi: a Japanese short film".

Further Clarifications

Stand Partner: The person who sits next you/shares a stand with you in a music class
Orch Dork: Name given to those who dare pick up a string instrument. Better than a "Band Geek" and much better than a "Choir Queer".
Crazy Fun: Not just fun, crazy fun
Rocks, Kicks: Phrase used by Hey Jude to describe when someone is cool in her book
LJJ: LJ's full name
T-Bone: Someone who, like most people I talk about, rocks
Amelie: A french movie about a girl who falls in love with the only cute French guy I have ever seen named Nino. (Sista K, I believe I still have your movie. I'm sorry)
Sista K: Another name for Cjane
Yamagachi: a Japanese short film: What happens when my brother Scott gets a video camera for Christmas and get bored one night

I hate macs even though they do look pretty cool

For the record, I am currently living at my grandparent´s home in Pleasant Grove. I am typing on my grandfather´s computer (mac) with an international keyboard (ñç€). My house got it´s 15 min of fame (if I couldn´t at least my house could). I miss my bed. I love my grandparents.
The End.

Bolly, Bolly, Bolly! Please Pass the Garlic Naan

I know I blog alot about movies, but I just have to saw I have had a re-awakening of some type. The other day, I momentarily left the world of Hollywood and entered into the world of Bollywood.

Bollywood: (Hindi: बॉलीवुड, Urdu: بالیوُڈ) the informal name given to the popular Mumbai-based Hindi language film industry in India.

It all started the day I watched the Indian spinoff of Pride and Prejudice called "Bride and Prejudice". It's the greatest thing since Mouling Rouge. They sing a song called "No Life Without Wife". The little girl I babysit and I like to sing and dance to it . Then my friend who came home from Malaysia showed me a real Bollywood from India. It probably was the funniest thing I have ever seen. I am hooked. I can't get enough of the bright costumes, hilarious dancing, and the Brad Pitt/Tom Cruise/George Clooney of Bollywood: Shahrukh Khan.

If you haven't seen Bride and Prejudice, I highly recomend it. You can sing and dance to No Life Without Wife with me.

What you may refer to me as this summer thus far

The lover of all things Supreme Burger Supreme that is. I haven't been there in like a year, and I have been missing out on so much. Even if you don't like burgers, don't eat burgers, or whatever, just stand inside the building and inhale the lovely smell of all things supreme.

The Queen of Pre-Teen Drama I was there with Lizzy when she was on a class field trip to Italy and was mistaken for an Italian pop singing sensation in Lizzie McGuire's own movie, landed a tripple toe-loop with the Ice Princess, helped Hillary (aka princetongirl) escape from her evil stepmother to meet Chad (aka noman) in a Cinderella Story. I witnessed Lindsay and Jamie Lee switch bodies and Jamie Lee grabbing her behind saying "This is definetly not mine!" in Freaky Friday. And recently, I had the privledge to meet the ocean's very own Aquamarine!

Advid Superman fan Hello, have you seen this guy?

Citizen of Stars' Hollow Go ahead, just laugh but like I have said before, I am absolutly addicted to Gilmore Girls. I am currently watching season 4. It basically rocks!

Freshman I offically leave in 7 weeks. My mom and I made my list of what I need to do/get before I go, I still don't know who I am rooming with, and I have started a nasty habit of biting my nails (I thought I was supposed to leave that stage at about 12) I have also realized that by going to SUU, I am rebelling both ways: I will be a T-bird and my school colors are red and white. Whoa, in yo' face Bulldawgs and Cougs!

Why I love July 4th

The Parade Pre-show

I didn't spend the night this year, but my dad made pancakes for us...one step up for the Houghton's

The Parade

A 15 year tradition

My grandpa's sincere smiles

And don't forget the fireworks!

...And then some

The End!

I felt a funeral in my brain

...and it basically rocked!

Yesterday during church, I was thinking about what I will be like when I am an old lady. Will I have a white fro or "whisper" to another old lady friend during a relief society lesson when I am really talking quite loudly. The only way I could think of myself old was to compare myself to the ladies in my family(cause of that whole genetics thing).

Lady number one: my mom
Well, my mom isn't even close to being old or even old looking so she's out

Lady number 2 and 3: my grandmothers
Both of my grandmothers are older, but they still dye their hair. My dad's mom's hair is black and my mom's mom's hair is brown. They don't match the right hair criteria, so they're out.

Lady number 4: My greatgrandmother
She is definintely old (not to be rude, but she is like 80) My mom reassured me that I wouldn't be like her because she is really subborn and grumpy. So I guess she's out too.(She kind of reminds me of Dolly Parton for some reason. She doesn't look like her, doesn't act like her, doesn't even sound like her, but for some reason, whenever I see Dolly Parton, I think of grandma great.)

I don't know, I guess I will just have to wait and see.
I just hope I don't end up looking like this.

Help wanted: A new writer for the online blog Hey Jude
I'm frest out of ideas to write about, I have hit what I call a "writer's cramp". So, I dedicate this post to what I did today.
Today, I woke up. I didn't get dressed because well, it's summer, I'm almost 18, I graduated from high school, and I live in America (any questions?) I ate some Life cereal. I then turned on the telly only to find that my lovely siblings were already watching Spongebob and Caillou. So, I went to my bedroom and read Harry Potter 6 because I have a feeling Harry will be making a comeback sometime next year. I then watched this Martha Stewart wedding show with my mutha. I then watched some of the third season of the Gilmore Girls (laugh/roll your eyes if you will, but I am hooked!) My aunt Cristina came over and I chatted with her. Then I watched my soaps, Days of Our Lives and Passions. I then went back to Stars Hallow (GG) and watched for a couple of hours. I then started to load the dishwasher. I ate Wendy's for dinner (only because my dad and brothers are gone) and watched some good ol' celebrity gossip. I am now typing at the computer, boring you all with my boring life.
To make this post more interesting, here's a picture of my brother:

Happy 666!

Here are my lists of 6...here by popular demand

Things I want to do before I die:
1. Travel east from Utah (I'm dying to see Colorado!)
2. Meet Andy Roddick so I can prove to myself he really isn't cute in real life
3. Egg someone's house (maybe Ms. Snyder, but that would be way too mean)
4. Run a mile and actually enjoy it

5. Learn how to speak Polish
6. Tell my grandkids about all my adventures that started because 3 friends and I found a pair of pants that magically fit us all

Thing I cannot do:
1. Read The Hobbit without falling asleep by page 7
2. A freaking cartwheel!
3. Win a reality TV show
4. Wear cowboy boots and leggings
5. Grasp the whole atoms/electron/neuron concept
6. Understand poetry (especially Thanatopsis!)

Things that attracted me to my spouse:
1-6. NA

Things I say often:
1. Sweet
2. Shutup
3. Oh Snap!
4. I don't know
5. Whatever
6. Uh...

Books I love:
1. Pride and Prejudice
2. Kill a Mockingbird
3. Emma
4. Jane Eyre
5. Out of the Dust
6. Sloppy Firsts

Movies I could watch over and over:
1. Walk the Line
2. Mouling Rouge
3. Sons of Provo
4. Legally Blonde
5. Pride and Prejudice
6. Better off Dead

People who should fill out these super cool lists and be super cool like me:
1. No Name Good Enough
2. November Guest
3. My mutha
4. Cristina
5. Brooklyn
6. Someone else...

What Happens When My Mom Leaves My Brother and I Out In the Car At Wal-Mart For An Hour

Funny? Yeah, the people in the car next to us thought so too!

It's like sliced bread...but better!

Me and 2 of "the girls" on our way to the senior dinner dance. Lauren made her dress in 2 days (basically amazing), someone said I looked like Belle, and Tristan wore that oh-so-cute skirt at her sister's wedding.

Good food, a specail free employee tour of Thanksgiving gardens, and a dance with Winston Larson. Need I say more?

The Thing About The Chicken and The Egg

Here's the thing about the kids in my history class: They know EVERYTHING!!!! Crazy, huh? They have only been alive for like 14 years and they are always right! It's pretty cool, I mean come on, I wish I could be as smart as them!
Like the other day...

I overheard them talking about PETA. (I don't try to overhear them talk, but they just sit there I have nothing better to do than listen. Who needs history anyway?) They were talking about how animals have rights and we, as humans need to respect those rights. The confersation went something like this:

Chris: "Hey, Shad* (names were once changed, but I decided to change them back to how they were) Are you member of PETA?"

Shad: "Heck* yes" (words edited for the sake of my family blog)

Chris: "That crazy* (edited) sweet!"

Courtney: "So does that like... hold on a sec, I someone's texting me..."

The coach turned history teacher: "Courtney, put away your phone and watch the movie I just popped into the VCR because I'm too lazy to actually teach a real lesson!"

Courtney: "You mean that like you don't eat meat?"

Chris: "I don't"

Shad: "I do"

Alexandrea: "What?! Are you fo real? That's gross man. It's inhumane!"

Chris: "I know man. What's up?"

Shad: "I like need my protein and my parents makes me eat it. But don't worry, I don't eat eggs."

Alexandrea: "Good. People who eat eggs are disgusting! I can't imagine ever eating a little baby chicken!"

**I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to jump in!**

Me: "Um, don't mean to butt in or anything, but the eggs "disgusting" people eat aren't baby chickens. They aren't fertalized yet."

Alexandrea: "Right. But it still is gross. Do you eat chicken?"

Me: "Yup. It's pretty good."

Chris: "That's sick! How do you think the chicken or the chicken's babies feel about that?"

Me: said through tears from laughter "Are you joking me?"

Chris: "No really. How do we know that animals don't communicate with each other? How do we know they don't have feelings about us eating them and wearing their fur as coats? How do we know that they don't care that people take their rear* (edited) and wear it on our shoes?"

Me: "Whatever" as I roll my eyes

Coach: "Shut up! I'm trying to Google something on my laptop while you waste your time watching this movie about the Cold War!"

**And Scene**

Sorry for the long piece of dialouge, but this is no exaggeration! Everything on this post that was said is 100% true (well maybe I misinterpreted The Coach) I know that I said "Whatever" but this what I should have said:

"Listen! I don't care if you know EVERYTHING! I don't care that you are only 14 years old and are SMARTER than me! I don't care if a chicken cares if he is chopped up and deep fried! I will still eat him and his unfertillized babies!"

Until next post!

**note: no animals were harmed in writing this post**

Miss Snap Snap Takes On The Idol Conspiracy

Yes, it is all a conspiracy. In case you haven't heard yet Chris, yes Chris was voted off last night. Chris the one with no hair and sideburns, the one who sang "Walk the Line", the one who made LJ want to jump through the TV screen and kiss when he sang "Little Less Conversation". Yes, that Chris.

American Idol is indeed a conspiracy. Everything from Ruben beating Clay, Fantasia beating Diana, and Constitine being voted off. All I have to say, Katharine better not win. It is time for a white boy to win whether it's Taylor or Elliot (even though Taylor secretly bugs me, but Elliot is my favorite of the 3...shh, don't tell Lauren!)

I think that the thing that burns me most is that they will end up blaming it on America. Yes, us America. Not the executive producer to the official vote counter but us, the hard working people of America who only want the best. I tried to vote for Chris, my mother tried to vote for Chris, but the line was busy. Busy I tell you! So, Ryan don't blame this on me or anyone else!

Well, America until next post,
Hey Jude Out.

Dear Blogies,
I was thinking about family traditions today. No, not the "what I do on Christmas Eve" traditions but the ones that we don't really think about. Like the reminiscing of the ghost of Simpsons Past with my Grandpa. My brothers and I talk about funny moments that happened on the Simpsons and I don't know the boy's motives, but I mainly do it so I can see his laugh. He kind of squints his eyes and makes a repetitive squeeky noise and then it turns into a "ha ha" laugh in the end. Or, my dad's family call my aunt Cristina, Kizzy because...well, I don't really know why, but that's why I called her Aunt "Kiki" when I was little (I'll bet Freud would have had something to say about that!)
My other grandpa made up this little song and it is used to put babies to sleep. If you were to sing it to my sister, you would say, "Emma, Emma, Emma Lily Houghton, Mommy loves you, Daddy loves you, Ev'ry one loves you, Oh Emma Emma..." you then use other family member names are used to replace Mommy and Daddy to tell her who loves her too, like "Beth loves you, Jake loves you..." The other day I was singing it to her to put her to sleep. I went through all of our immediate family and extended family. When I started to sing "Aunt Janice loves you" or "Cousin Mike loves you", I could tell that she wasn't planning on going to sleep any time soon, due to the quizzical look she gave me. (Aunt Janice is our great aunt, and Mike is my dad's cousin).
So, those are a few of my family's non-traditional traditions. What are some of your's.

Wow, A Lame Post
Today I figured out the reason why 2006 hasn't been going well is because on January 1st I woke up on the floor (true story!) I guess my bad luck so far this year was bound to happen. Have a loverly day!
*Note to self: stop procrastinating on blog posts so you don't resort to ones like this!*

Hello, Mr. Dean

Why The Student Teacher In My Art Class Freaking Rocks My Socks Part II

Besides the fact that he is a crappy teacher/grader of sketchbook assignments, yes he still rocks my socks. Yesterday in art, he taught us about postmodernism, rebellion, and what makes art art. It was very interesting, until he gave a lecture type thing to Brooklyn, Katherine, and I about how healthiness isn't popular. The conversation started from pop art then jumped to Andy Warhol, then moved to painting a picture of alcoholic and carbonated drinks with a V8 in the middle, to how America is the fattest country because we are all focused on convenience and how there isn't anything wrong with McDonalds, but fast food is the downfall of our country. I wanted the tell him that there was everything wrong with McDonalds, but he just walked away. It was great. Then a girl in my class folded up a paper ball and wrote sex inside on it. (great, now when someone googles sex, my blog will be at the top of the list!) She then told Francis to look into the ball. I don't think he knew what to think of it, but everyone was laughing so he did. This post could also be called "How The People in My Art Class Are Strange", or "The Freakishly Weird Night We Forked Mr. Dixon's Lawn", but for today I think I will just leave it at Francis.

Remeber When...

The other day as I was coming home from LJ's, I drove past my old house. Since I am the queen of reminiscing, I would like to now share with you all "Memories of the Old House across the street from Reams and next to SDS".

Me: the only girl
So out of my brothers and my neighbors, there were 6 boys who played outside and only 1 girl (me!) Of course, I now would consider myself lucky, but then the boys were really mean. Tad is 2 years older than me, Cameron is my age (I think his birthday is coming up), Brady is 2 years younger than me, Conner is 4 years younger than me, and then there are my brother Jake and Scott. They once started an "All Boys Club" and held daily meetings in the clubhouse. In revenge, I came up with an "All Girls Club" and met somewhere else (I can't remember where). That only lasted like a week because we argued alot (kids arguing, NEVER!) and our parents got mad at us and made us all be friends again.

My good chum Cameron
Being the only girl around forced me to actually be friends with the Olsen boys. Cameron and I became very good friends. We did alot of weird things like freezing bugs to make a bug collection, hang things from the clubhouse window with fishing wire to make it look like they were floating in midair, fill the sandbox with water and played army with toy soliders, and other things like that. I even listend to my best friend Rebecca and told him that I had a crush on him. I think it went something like this:
Me: Hey Cameron
Cam: What
Me: I have a crush on you
Cam: sweet (I don't think this was his exact words, but it was pretty close)
After that, my dad teased me because Jake overheard and told him. My infatuation ended shortly after.

All Those Stupid Cherry Trees
I love fruit, but I absolutly hate fruit trees. At the old house, there were 2 cherry trees in the backyard and they were really pretty in the summertime. You just couldn't walk around the backyard barefoot. We once started a club called "The World Record Club" and we tried to see how many cherries we could pick up. I think we stopped at like 500. Whenever the Olsen's got in trouble, they had to go outside and pick up cherries from the ground. The amount of cherries they had to pick up was determined by what they did. If Tad swore, he had to pick up 75 cherries, if Brady hit Kayla he had to pick up 45, etc etc. It was all fun and games for Jake and I until our mom heard us make fun of them. She then made up pick up 100 cherries each.

Well, the Olsen's moved to Salem and then we moved to the otha side of Provo. Tad's on his mish (as sista K likes to call it), Cameron is still looking ever so attractive, Brady is like 10 feet tall, and I haven't seen anyone else since. I did see Brother Olsen (and so did Lauren and Brittany) when we went to his house so I could ask him the MORP (Cameron, not his dad) and he caught us in the action.

Well, I have to go now and do my *dramatic sigh* laundry. (Have I ever mentioned how much I hate doing the laundry...sorry Brother Barrow, I let you down)

Why Mr. Mendenhall is a "Luffable Mon" (Don't Even think about Pronouncing it "Luvable Man")

Next week Iwill be going to California for Music Department Tour even though the choir thinks it's their tour. Mr. Mendenhall is the choir teacher and if you don't know him, you haven't missed much in your life. That was kind of mean, I'm sorry. I have already broken my promise about focusing on the positive and disregarding the negative. I will now talk about the good things about Mr. Mendenhall.

Why I luff Mr. Mendenhall:
1. Nobody really knows what color his eyes are because his eyebrows cover them up
2. He only erases the white board in an up and down motionand only that motion-not side to side
3. He tells his students to refer to him as "Coach"
4. He doesn't want the genders to mix on tour so he designated a "male bus" and a "female bus"
5. He posts his own quotes on the wall in the choir room
6. I luff his wife

California HERE I COME!!!

Note to bloggie: Blue=Sarcasm

Why the Student Teacher in my Art Class Freaking Rocks my Socks!
So a new student teacher came into my art class just a few weeks ago. We'll call him Francis. Well, Francis basically rocks mainly because he probably is the biggest geek I've ever met. The first day he actually taught us, I told him that I was the student teacher when he came around and asked us our names and what grade we are in. It pretty much caught him off guard and so when everyone was laughing, he didn't really get it. Then he told me that he would have to keep an eye on me. (Scary, huh?) Today, we were talking about The Gleaners by Millet, but instead of saying Millet, he said Mullet. It was kind of funny, but it's okay if you don't think so because most people don't find my sense of humor all that funny at times. For example, yesterday my friends and I decided that we are going to take a poster size picture of our prinicpal on tour with us and then take a picture of Mickey Mouse holding the picture of him and then put that picture on a flyer reading "Wanted". Do you find
that funny? Well, I did but my mom doesn't. She hardly cracked a smile. Oh well.

Disneyland Countdown: 15 days
Graduation Countdown: 80 days including weekends and breaks
My American Idol Top 12 Predictions Girls: Ayla, Katharine, Mandisa, Paris, Kellie, Melissa Guys: Ace, Bucky, Chris. Elliot, Taylor, Will

This Just In: Be More Purple, Stay Away From Yellow

If someone tells you that you look yellow today, take it as an insult. Apparently, yellow translated means ugly. On the other hand, if someone says you are looking purple, you are very stylish. By the way, I have to say that you look very "purple" today.

The Day We Only Had 30 Min. Classes and I Still Managed To Fall Asleep In Pyschology

Yesterday went something like this:

6:00a-Woke up (yay! No seminary!)
7:15-arrived at school 15 minutes early
7:35-played some no-so-sweet music in orchestra
8:14-pretended like I was sewing
9:00-said "hi" to a kid who seemed like he was on something
9:30-fell asleep at my desk
10:00-went home
10:31-off to Wal-Mart with LJ
10:42-saw Walk the Line for sale for $16.00 and screamed, then bought it along with Gold Fishes and some apple cider stuff
11:00-went to IHOP (happy National Pancake Day yesterday!), got free pancakes, 3 glasses of soda (no I didn't drink all of them, the waitress just kept on bringing them out), saw my family and other high school kids eating there
12.37-Went to LJ's house, and after using the restroom like 3 times, we watched Walk the Line
3:20-Helped LJ write an essay
4:00-went home and performed "Ring of Fire" in my Johnny Cash voice for my family
4:12-fell asleep
5:45-iron my skirt and ate my dinner in haste
6:30-leave for TimpView
6:47-arrive and chit chat with Mr. Dixion about what we did on tour in the past
7:30-play some not-so-sweet orchestra music, but this time in front of a judge
8:32-drive home while sipping a passion berry breeze with an immunity booster from Jamba Juice
8:40-arrive home and catch the last part of Supernatural (Sam and Dean finally found their dad and got attacked by the demon of all demons, the one that killed their mom!)
9:10-went to bed

(sorry about the change in tenses)
Now I have to go now and try to tell Hunter that people who "drink" aren't drinking rubbing alcohol. (Don't ask)

Crazy

Let's try something crazy here. Let's just see how many people can comment about this post. Okay, the topic is MUSIC.

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!! HUNTER AND DESSA, PLEASE STOP FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Hunter I don't want to practice piano" "Dessa weren't you at one point practically begging to take lessons?" "I wasn't begging you and you never practice your cello" "Well, I don't take cello lessons anymore because the lessons don't fit into my schedule" "Well, you could take them somewher else!" "No I can't! I don't have any time!" "Yes you do Hunter, don't say you don't now leave me alone!"... a moment later "Sorry Hunter" no response "Sorry Hunter" no response "SORRY HUNTER!" I say "Dessa, I think he heard you the first time" "Well, Elisabeth, he's not responding" "Well Dessa. maybe he's just trying to concentrate on his homework" "Well, I'm going to keep on saying Sorry until he responds" and then I say "No you're not"...Dessa eats a snack, Hunter keeps on working on his homework, Hunter freaks out at Dessa eating her snack and not doing her piano, I tell them to stop fighting, Dessa says she will until Hunter apologizes, they stick their tongues out at each other, and scene. (crazy picture huh? Oh how I just love Google!)

Hey Jude,


I LOVE YOU!!!!

Okay, okay I get it. I get that I should stop focusing so much on the negative. I just read an interesting post (yes, I am Miss I Am Going To SUU Next Year Snap, Snap) which, along with other countless reminders, helped me realize that it was time to let go my complaints and replace them with positive things, thus replacing the darkness with light (thank you Brother Barrow) So, here it is:

Elisabeth Says Goodbye To The NEGATIVE And Brings In The POSITVE (aka my last list of complaints)

It too friggin cold, senior year sucks hard core, I have no moola (and when I say I have no money, I don't mean I have a few bucks. It means I literally have NO MONEY! That's $0.00! So stop asking me!), no one talks to me, The kids I babysit for keep on fighting, no one really talks to me just to my friends and then I find out what they are talking about, my dog died (I just added that one for the drama), I really don't like seminary due to the fact that I don't like my teacher, the movie theater raised their prices on tickets, no one really listens to me, I can't play the violin, I am having major writers cramp (hence my creative lacking blogs), I need new pants, I wish I could go back to my freshman year and try for an A in biology and math so that my GPA could go up so I could get a scholarship so I could be cool like everyone else, I'm not that creative, I can't write poems anymore, the last time I read a book not including the Book of Mormon was last summer, the only date I've scored this year was a girl's ask Halloween dance meanwhile a girl in my ward with 0 self confidence at who's a year younger than me scored a boyfriend and won't let me go a day without telling me how great he is when he really isn't. Little things keep on bugging me too. Like how there was an important AP meeting today during lunch and a friend of mine knew about it and didn't tell me or another friend about it. You'd think that if a friend would tell you or remind you about stuff like that especially when I saw her right before lunch. Oh and in 10th grade, I befriended a cute girl in my Spanish class who just moved from Oregon and who didn't have any friends. Well, somewhere in the next year, she became too popular and now what's my name again? Valentine's Day is coming up and what will I receive, nothing. Meanwhile, girls everywhere will be getting flowers from their crushes and boyfriends or from theirselves if they feel bad enough. Why is it when you are in high school, the guys that you date don't say anything else to you after the date. Like why is it that now when I talk to Luke when it's been a year after El Cheapo he'll just say hi (if I'm lucky) and then go and talk to someone else (see complaint about no one really talking to me, but just to my friends) And what is up with stupid girls who were your friends like Catie, oh wait, I mean Ceightie (even though I was the one who made up that spelling when we were in 8th grade.)

Oh well, now that I have bored you with my terribly long list of complaints, I now resolve to only write things that will make me happy to write and not those things that bring on the bad feelings. (Or I'll just do that until I forget my little promise)

"How many did you love before me?"...

I cried. Right there in the theaters. I balled like a baby when Isolde told Tristan the amazing news that King Marke gave them a boat to escaped, but Tristan said "Remember us Isolde" and pushed her off to sea while she was crying and screaming "No Tristan!" That movie (Tristan and Isolde) is now added into my top 10 of most romanic movies.

Elisabeth's Top 10 Romantic Movies (or movies with good kissing scenes and reasonable looking men in no particular order)

1.Tristan and Isolde

"I want to know that there's more to this life, and I can't know that if they kill you. "

2. The Last of the Mohicans

" No, you submit, do you hear? You be strong, you survive... You stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you."

3. Moulin Rouge

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."

4. The Notebook

"'Cause I might know you a little better than you think. And I don't want you waking up one morning thinking if you'd known everything you might have done something different."

5. Casablanca

"Here's lookin at you kid."

6. Pride and Prejudice

"You must know - surely you must know that it was all for you... I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and I love and love and love you. And never wish to be parted from you from this day forward. "

7. Just Like Heaven

"I may have been a home-wrecking slut, but I saved lives!"

8. The Prince and Me

"Are there a lot of princes where you're from, or are you kinda it?"

9. Walk the Line

"Tell me you don't love me."

10. Brokeback Mountain (Just kidding)

Modesty...ARGH!!!!!

Don't get me wrong. I like dressing modestly. I like it when other people dress modestly. I don't like the overrated, over used, over publicized, and over priced modest fashion industry. But Elisabeth, what on earth could you be talking about? Wow, I thought you'd never ask!
I can't even begin to explain my frustration.

Lets talk first about this wonderful idea of long undershirts or long tee-shirts. It's a great idea, but not a great reality. When you look at the adverstising of these modest undershirts, we find pictures of women with shirts that go up way past their belly button thus immodest. But thankgoodness for these way too long undershirts that make you look pregant or have no waist line because they hide all the extra skin. Okay, if you are trying to be modest in the first place, why are you wearing a t-shirt that apparently is too short. Now about the length. I, being a girl myself, know the need for long undershirts, but I don't need an undershirt that will stretch down to my knees. Oh yeah, don't get me started on the prices of these great finds. I'll give two senerios. First, I buy camis at Old Navy for 2 for $5 in the summertime and like $7 in the winter that are just the right length. Now, a girl in my ward bought 2 Great Length camis for like 2 for $30. I told her she was crazy and she just replied that they are sooo comfortable and they are way for durable than the typical camis from Old Navy or Wal-Mart. It's funny how both of us are now dealing camis that are fading and seams coming undone. But, who do you think feels more bad? The girl who spent $5 or the girl who spent $30? Case closed. But you could be wearing a really cute top, but if you are sitting next to a girl at mutual who has a long shirt on, you will be ignored because your leaders will only compliment those with the boring shirts that go down to their knees. Oh well, what can you do?

Next, what's with the knee-length shorts. Aren't they just called Bermudas or do we not call it that anymore. And again with the price, can't you find those Bermudas at any old clothing store?

Prom Dresses/Formals are probably my biggest pet peeve (besides people who chew with their mouth open and slow drivers). One day, someone came up with the idea of making modest Prom dresses and Wedding dresses that have cap sleeves with a square or swoopy neckline. Now, it's the only modest style of dress you can find. Cute yes but unique, no. Ever heard of different styles? How about try the whole 3/4 length sleves or long sleves or how about trying a different cut? I promise that even though it may be a bit of a risk, it will be worth it and maybe you will see what I am talking about. And I'm sick of hearing how hard it is to find a modest prom dress, especially when the people who are saying it live in Utah. And then they make a big deal about making one. I'm sorry, I don't really understand why this bothers me so, but it just does.

Maybe I am overreacting a whole lot about this whole modesty thing, but come on people.

My First Post Of The New Year...Wahoo!
Christmas break is officially over. (Please cry a tear for me) If you don't mind, I'd like to pay a special tribute to the last Christmas Break of my secondary education:
21 1/2 hours: LJ and I tried to stay awake for 30 hours for our pyschology class, but ended up falling asleep at 3:00 am. That night, I went to temple square with the youth in her ward becuase the youth in my ward decided not to go (but I don't have a bad attidude about it). We went on a scavanger hunt type of a thing and took pictures of the lights. After that, we got into a brief argument that was ended by Steven. I went to her house and we watched some dumb late night TV on chanel 13, dipped pretzels in chocolate, went to Wal-Mart and bought jacks, paid a visit to the new and improved "posh" I-HOP, and went to Macey's to see what was going down. Then we went back home and made the mistake of watching Josie and the Pussycats, which made us fall asleep. Oh well.
Chrsitmas: On Christmas Eve, my family and I went to our Uncle and Aunt's house and watched Polar Express, feasted on soups, played my violin, and opened presents. We also listened to my Grandpa give a little spill on how we need to say "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy Holidays". On Christmas Day, we went to church and my mom insisted that I go and sing with the choir, my sister and I popped Legally Blonde into the DVD player in my parent's room and fell asleep watching it, we went to my Grandparent's house, ate some good ham (it only tasted a little like a vacume), my little cousin Savannah taught me how to play pool, opened up some presents, I got an i-pod, and we talked a little bit before we went home. I have to say that I will always remember the Christmas with cousin Jason.
Harry Potter 4: After a quick bite to eat at the high dining resturaunt Mimi's Cafe, Cristina, Jonathan, Jake, Scott, Cole, and I went to see the new Harry Potter movie. I love Harry Potter. The books are like the only type of fantasy that I like to read and the moveies are great. The fourth movie was a little dark and scary, but hey Harry got into the Tri-Wizardry tournament, Voldemort officially made his come back, Cedric was hot, I laughed, I cried...It was an all around good movie.
Old Navey, Robert's , and Media Play with a quick stop to 7-11: A fleece jacket, some fabric and a shelf, a bad used CD for under $5, and some hot chocolate with too many creamers. Need I say more?
Admissions: I beat to mailman to the mailbox to drop off my admissions application. Ceader City, Here I Come! (maybe)
New Years Eve: Green pepper and onion pizza just because I like to be outside of the box, a prank call, Sons of Provo, a cheeseball, Malarky, fireworks, rain, and Sam's new famous line "I hope I am proposed to in public so that people will believe me."

Happy New Year!!!!