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!!!!

The 12 Days of Christmas

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me..12 lazy reporters, 11 degrees on the thermometer, 10 days of break, 9 mariachi songs, 8 movies a day, 7 dollars in my bank account, 6 TV channels , 5 new skirts, 4 new violin strings, 3 broken keychains, 2 demanding writers, and 1 cranky ceramics teacher.
12 lazy reporters: No, I am not complaining about my staff. They are great kids, but the just need that motivational push that quite frankly I don't feel like giving.
11 degrees on the thermometer: I love seminary. I love seminary in the morning. I hate seminary in the moring when it's cold outside.
10 days of break: I am so ridiculously excited that I could jump up and down right now. Only 4 more days.
9 Mariachi Songs: Thank you Mr. Brown.
8 movies a day: Over Christmas Break, I am planning on waking up and going to the dollar theater one morning and starting with the earliest showing, see how many movies I can see in one day. My estimate is about 8 movies. So if anyone would like to join me, that would be great.
7 dollars in my bank account: I don't really know how much I have in my account, but I think it's about 7 dollars. I should probably start to save my money.
6 TV Channels: I am going crazy over my TV. We only get 6 channels in with decent reception. I miss cable.
5 new skirts: I just received them from my aunt and I am very excited to wear them.
4 new violin strings: I was thinking the other night and I probably should retire my old ones and invest in some new ones.
3 broken keychains: In a matter of 2 months, I just broke my third one earlier today.
2 demanding writers: Full of demands and 1 threat for a lawsuit. (Don't get me started)
1 cranky cermaics teacher: Who will be falling "terriably ill" on Monday and Tuesday, so bug her!
Have a good day!

What this blogger has to say about Josh Groban (not Josh Lohner)

This is probably the best song ever sang by him:

"Alejate"
Jamas senti en el alma tanto amor
Y nadie mas que tu, me amo
Por ti rei y llore, renaci tambien
Lo que tuve di, por tenerte aqui
Ya se que despedirnos es mejorS
ufriendo pagare mi error
Ya nada sera igual, lo tengo que aceptar
Ya hallar la fuerza en mi para este adios
Alejate, no puedo mas
Ya no hay manera de volver el tiempo atras
Olvidate de mi
Y dejame seguir a solas con mi soledad
Alejate, ya dime adios
Y me resignare a seguir sin tu calor
Y jamas entedere que fue lo que paso
Si nada puedo hacer, alejate
No voy a arrepentirme del ayer
Amando te hise mujer
Por el amor aquel, por serte siempre fiel
Hoy tengo que ser fuerte y aprender
Alejate, no puedo mas
Ya no hay manera de volver el tiempo atras
Olvidate de mi
Y dejame seguir a solas con mi soledad
Alejate, ya dime adios
Y me resignara seguir sin tu calor
Y jamas entedere que fue lo que paso
Si nada puedo hacer, alejate
Alejate, no puedo mas
Ya no hay manera de volver el tiempo atras
Olvidate de miY dejame seguir a solas con mi soledad
Alejate, ya dime adios
Y me resignara seguir sin tu calor
Y jamas entedere que fue lo que paso
Si nada puedo hacer, alejate


I believe this song is in Spanish, so if anyone can translate it for me, it would be greatly appreciated. (cause you know, I only took 3 years of Spanish!)

HELP! I'm Stuck!

I am stuck here in good old P-Town. Everyone is leaving! My friend lives in Malaysia and will be there for about 7 more months. A neighbor of mine is going to Hawaii in about a couple of weeks. My young women leader just got back from Belgium with loads and loads of chocolate. An0ther friend of mine is for sure going to school in Ceder City next year. A girl in my ward in moving to Orem, and I am stuck here in good old P-Town.

Today

~I woke up 45 minutes late and ate whoppers for breakfast
~There was a little-no too much drama in sewing
~I fought with myself on a message board
~LJ, Tristan, and I found the fun of pointing and laughing at people
~Hunter and I got into an argument about tomatos and why they are in the vegetable cateragory on the food pyramid when they are a fruit
~Dessa showed me her christmas wish list
~I searched for my homeboy CamO on myspace
~I wrote this stupid blog entry