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.