part of the disease

november fourteenth

2011-11-14T20:39:00.000-08:00

lucy

jean

anderson

everything about that name is perfect.

blah?

2011-10-23T18:45:00.000-07:00

I am a big fat baby. When I'm busy, I feel sorry for myself because I don't have time to do anything I want. When I have nothing to do I complain because I'm bored. It's probably because whenever I have time, I waste it. I've been aware of this situation for a while but I can't quite seem to get out of it. Honestly, though, I get quite a lot done. It's really really okay. I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm probably just grumpy right now. I'm going to get a glass of water... and maybe actually go to bed. Why am I even posting this?

whatevs.

I never get to bed on time :/

2010-12-09T18:40:00.000-08:00

Okay, five minutes before I have to start reading my scriptures or I can't get to bed by nine. Life rules. I realize how incredibly moody I seem but it doesn't count because of two things: 1) I'm a teenager. 2) I haven't posted in fivedeebajillion days.

I'm so freaking excited to be starting school. I'm registered for English 1010, Math 1000, and Art 1210.
Waking up for seminary every morning is indeed exhausting and difficult. It is especially difficult considering how cold it is in the mornings. I think I can learn to love it though.
I have Christmas lights up in my room and they make me outrageously happy.
That is my current status. I've no idea how long it will last.

remember, kids!

2010-11-07T16:06:00.000-08:00

Read this in Elder Eyring's recent talk and didn't want to forget about it :D

You show your trust in Him when
you listen with the intent to learn
and repent and then you go and do
whatever He asks. If you trust God
enough to listen for His message in
every sermon, song, and prayer in this
conference, you will find it. And if you
then go and do what He would have
you do, your power to trust Him will
grow, and in time you will be overwhelmed
with gratitude to find that
He has come to trust you

bored and ignored

2010-07-13T16:41:00.001-07:00

Is it crazy to think I'm the only person who thinks about me? No one has done something nice for me unexpectedly in a long time. No one goes out of their way to even talk to me. I think I'm probably wrong. I have to be. Not only that, I must be pretty selfish.

I'm thinking this way because I'm so completely bored, and will be for a while. I can feel it. I'm feeling like my usual approach hasn't been as effective as I thought it would be. Thinking optimistically isn't working.

I am Spongebob.

2010-06-27T17:30:00.000-07:00

I've been watching a lot of Spongebob lately... yeah. I also have lately been feeling pretty negative about a lot of things. I was(am) tired, unsure of where I stand in my peer group, and rather stressed about everything that needs to be done in the coming weeks. I was kinda depressed.
So, I was watching Spongebob and came across my new favorite episode. It features Spongebob being an oblivious pushover just happy to make people happy and Plankton trying to teach him to be more "assertive." I thought "My gosh. I'm Spongebob."
Crazy, I know. I won't go into details, but I found a completely unexpected identification with the sea sponge.
I too have been wanting to be more assertive. So, I found myself paying much more attention to this particular episode. I watched Spongebob(myself) turn into a maniacal bully, without out him(me) even knowing it. Yep. Sounds like me. No sense of proportion. Where is the balance between assertiveness and meekness? CONUNDRUM!

hilarity in mock racism

2010-06-02T17:01:00.000-07:00

Elysse: "Life is like a milkshake. Sometimes you ask for strawberry, but you're given chocolate, and then you realize you wanted chocolate all along."
Ezra: "The moral of the story is; never let a Mexican make your milkshake"

so, some pictures

2010-05-24T17:29:00.000-07:00

My computer is acting like an idiot. Sometimes I wish it would just grow up. Anyway, until I get my pictures back(I'm starting to worry I never will)I cannot provide the documentation of Virginia Beach I promised. I have a few... meaning these two. I hope they are to your liking.

who can say it's true that truth is relative?

2010-05-23T10:50:00.000-07:00

I thought about truth today. Have you ever heard "truth is relative?" Even if I ignore how paradoxical it is, I can't get over how sad the thought is. Truth is constant and unchanging by definition. So, if truth is relative, it would mean there is no truth. Only what an individual decides is "true." Therefore, leaving us to our own devices. Fortunately, truth is truth, God is God, and we are not alone.

All is well.

loving all this vay-cay time

2010-04-01T22:08:00.000-07:00

Gigantanormous beach house in Virginia Beach. Confusing weather, awesome snacks, and incomplete sentences. I am photographing up a freaking storm and I love love love it. A bajillion amazing pictures. Only a couple pictures up today(it's 1 in the morning) but more coming. Especially since I'm getting up in less than 5 hours for to see and document the ocean sunrise. Should be epic. Nightie night!

Float On

2010-03-28T21:01:00.000-07:00

There are probably about a jillion blog posts starting with "My father died ___ years ago today when I was ___ years old..." and continue in how lack of a father figure affected their life.

This is not what I'm writing about.

I'm happy. I often catch myself thinking I'd be happier if he was still alive. I then correct myself. Probably not. God takes care of me. I definitely wouldn't be facing the challenges I am, but I others would find me. The truth, no matter how much I pity myself, is the part of my life with Dad in it was a short chapter.

God never planned for me to have him here for the rest of my life. This is how I'm supposed to grow up.

I think of him when I have a hard decision to make. When I clean my room, starting in the corner and moving outward to stay focused. When I listen to classical music. When I play piano and see my big hands reach ten keys. I remember him a little bit when I play with cameras. When I take pictures. When I see the word "p h o t o g r a p h y"

I have pieces of my dad laced about my very being. I remind me of him. I totally love that. I think being his daughter, is enough; for me, for God, for him. It's enough because, while having Dad here was a short chapter, being without him is only a little longer.

We see ourselves in terms of yesterday and today. Our Heavenly Father sees us in terms of forever. Although we might settle for less, Heavenly Father won't, for He sees us as the glorious beings we are capable of becoming. -Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin

Sunday Secret:

2010-02-14T18:08:00.000-08:00

...a balanced life is really not my forte.

strong enough to care

2010-02-04T12:24:00.000-08:00

Withdrawing all sentiment to not get hurt is cowardice. Defending yourself isn't courage. Defending what you believe in is. There's a big fat difference.

Thank you.

Quick tidbit

2010-02-02T20:31:00.000-08:00

Well, my music has created an issue. When I turn it on, there are other things I wish to do but cannot if it is on. I don't want to turn it off, because it's so gosh darn magnificent. So, I end up staying up waaay past my bedtime just to hear one more song. I know. There's no solution.

a pretty good day

2010-01-28T19:45:00.001-08:00

I've been having a lot of those lately. I could be grateful, but that's too - not me. I'm basically just bored. It's all good though. I have lots of things to tap into when I'm bored, all of them educational. I feel like I'm at the top of an exciting list of activities. You know how actually getting things done always feels good from the top of the list, to the middle, and the end? I love it. Goodnight.

"school"

2010-01-27T16:30:00.000-08:00

YEah, since I don't have much school I decided to just use all the stuff I have that makes me learn for 2-3 hours everyday. Today I worked on my music study course, and my math. I want to work on my chess tomorrow. Maybe write a little. I have been practicing guitar a lot lately. I really like folk music right now. That's mah new style.

Let's get better!

2010-01-26T20:22:00.000-08:00

I am sick, and want to get better. I'm loving jamming on my guitar, I'm going to get better. My days haven't exactly been what I want them to. I'll make them better. That is all.

I'm old... wait, no I'm not!

2010-01-25T19:57:00.000-08:00

Today I realized how old I am and how old I'm not. Only a little though. I find it hard to believe that any human being fully comprehends the rate in which time passes or the way we grow. I'm a YCL this year, and all my YCL's are in college. What this means is that I'm about to be the grown up to a lot of girls. I've never been the grown up before. This is weird thought.
It is what it is. I always hated pining over the past and how things used to be; fretting over how grown up the youngest is and what not. This was only a kickstart of my life.
I would like every grown up ever to understand the way things were before [name life altering event here] is not how they were meant to stay. It is not a new life, or a new opportunity. It is not a ruining event. It is not leaving anything behind. It was always so.

Sunday Secret: a reccuring thought

2010-01-24T19:11:00.000-08:00

Every night as I ponder my day and drift into sleep I have this thought;

God loves the heck out of me.

A real bosom buddy.

2010-01-23T22:13:00.001-08:00

Eh, things are mediocre most of the time. I'm generally pretty happy with my individual days but there's always some underlying feeling of solitude. It's whatever I suppose, but I'm always wishing I had a best friend like Tiger in Fievel Goes West, or like Diane. I need a bosom buddy.
I think someday I'll find it. I don't think they're here, in Calvert County, to be honest. I don't know where they are but I want to know them real bad.

The Empty Shell of an Abandoned Blog :[

2009-11-04T14:35:00.000-08:00

My blog is sad. I haven't posted since I knew what I was talking about. I don't see why I let it stop me.Real bloggers never do.
I keep trying to write me a good post but I fail miserably every time. I heard something in church a few weeks ago and I can't really remember how it came up but my teacher said "Whenever you get confused as to why or how you keep the commandments, just go back to the basics." So, that's what I'll do. But, you know, with a blog. So for now I'll just write about my day. Sound good? I thought so.

Today I did notgo back to sleep. Which is good, by the way. Whenever I do I can't get myself back up and I sleep 'till ten which actually is quite unpleasant. I was about to when Ezra told Avrom his chore for the day and Avrom wouldn't believe him. A tad ridiculous but we worked through it. Then I ate some candy. That was a happy moment. I did my makeup and looked pretty awesome today(even though I didn't go anywhere.)Eww, I actually need new makeup. Mines old a gross. Unfortunately I can't buy anything with the money my parents owe me because they don't have the money that the mysterious people in Michigan owe them. So, I get by with hardly ever attempting my makeup and wearing someone else's hoodie.
I practiced piano, watched the boys play video games, ate a lot of pizza, froze my (enter frozen appendage here)off, and blew my nose all day. It was a pretty good day.

Excited to be excited

2009-05-29T04:02:00.000-07:00

My life has been drowsy lately and it was really hard to get excited about anything. I don't know what was wrong with me. I just never got around to doing any of the things I wanted to do, and I was stuck. Fortunately I've sort of broken out of that and I'm excited again. The only problem is that these things are always temporary. I think I just need a titch of consistency and that should do it. I need a steady amount of enthusiasm so I don't wear myself out a quarter of the way through the race.

Every time I begin to wonder about ethics, or spiritual truths my mind goes to one in particular. I first am excited about my current understanding of the topic in mind and then I remember how young I am. How much more I will understand when I grow older. Then I get very happy and my desire to learn increases. It's a very exciting thing to know that you will get smarter, and everything will make even more sense to you than it does now.

I'm thinking of a photography blog. I want to have a post for each picture and write something that relates to it. So I guess it's not just a photography blog. Just a picture and the thoughts that spark from it. My only worry is that I'll blow it off and won't post. Any thoughts?

thinking spot

2009-04-29T14:12:00.001-07:00

Find a thinking spot.

It should be somewhere no one thinks to find you, but it doesn't have to be secret(I don't like secrets.)Preferably somewhere you can see great works of God(e.g nature, children.) And you should bring something that can occupy your subconscious brain while your conscious brain gets all the thinking done.

You see, the conscious mind and the subconscious are constantly battling(Maybe it's ADD people. Maybe it's just me.)SC is usually worrying about either bodily functions, the past, or what people think of you(e.g what happened that day, the fact that you're tired) while, if you're on the right track, your conscious brain is focused on the future and learning.

Have something for your SCM to play with. I like to eat Popsicles because it's just the right level of difficulty for it to take all my SCM's attention leaving my CM to roam free. Pooh had a thinking spot and we all know what an intellectual he is. Now, if any of you, dear, readers try this I'd love to hear results. I'm mostly curious if this new theory/ epiphany is exclusive to me. I know this for sure; Thinking spots are marvelous pathways to epiphanies for Elysse. I also know that my ramen is getting cold.

2009-04-24T10:01:00.000-07:00

It's warmer outside than it is inside and I'm freezing to pieces. It's not even that warm outside, it's just really cold inside. I even put on socks and it didn't make a difference.

A few things that make me miss my sister even more:
1. the fact that I'm severely craving a chocolate orange
2. my new favorite show, Sonny With a Chance
3. the fact that Ashley Bonnett's sister is coming home on Saturday. I'm jealous.

Not to mention the fact that I have to wait another 47 days until I have something to do. Officially I've decided to make an agenda for the next 46 days until EFY so I can look forward to the time between now and then. Thank you very much, and goodbye.

excuse me?

2009-04-19T16:04:00.000-07:00

This post is dedicated to my lovely sister. Seeing as how she has read my last two post means she's been on so she has no excuse. I have only one question; Why don't you post?

woah.

2009-04-17T20:53:00.000-07:00

I've just been shocked. I just said such a profound thing to a friend that there is no way it came from me. I'm so grateful for my desire to have the spirit with me bear fruit.

2009-04-16T07:52:00.000-07:00

I haven't posted a REAL post in a long time. I think I'm mostly worried that it won't be nearly as awesome as my previous posts before I knew what I was doing as a "teenager."

Well, things are good. Teenagers are stupid. And that's how the world goes.

Recap of the past few months for the youth in my ward: "drama, drama, drama, lie, drama"... also, in my case, a spot of "gag me." But in spite of stupid drama that has occurred in the past that still annoys me, I'm happy being me. The bad part is I'm not happy with others not being me. I know, it's really bad.

I'm pretty observant, so I can kind of see what some of these kids are doing wrong, why they're doing it, and how they're justifying it. The problem is; they don't see it! I could always tell them, but the biggest problem we have is pride. They'll say "It's not me!" or "That's in the past" and "That's not it. I'm perfect." BLEGH!
Not to mention the fact that no one knows me well enough to respect my opinion.

So, when I start to get discouraged about the fact that I can't help these people I remember "Hey! I'm fifteen. I probably won't know these kids later. I can move on to less prideful people who actually want to be better people." and then I don't feel so crummy. I just be cheerful and myself, and work on my own eternal salvation. Then I wonder; "Am I leaving them to fend for themselves?" and if that's the case then they're in trouble because they're so blinded by their pride. They have no idea they're doing something wrong.
I've always had a problem with wanting to control others growth so I've decided, just now, that I'm going to back off and just be a good example that maybe they can understand later. Thanks! I'm glad we had this little chat. :]

Mario Kart Love Song

2009-04-07T20:53:00.000-07:00

The most beautiful song evAR. It's so cute! Listen to it over on my awesome playlist to the right... over there > go... NOW!
I must admit I'm starting to get all googly about guys and I wish that someday someone will sing this song to ME! I know... it's weird.

Falling for the First Time

2009-03-23T10:41:00.000-07:00

I'm learning that many times, a persons favorite songs are roadmaps to their mind. For instance, some lyrics from Falling for the First Time by Bare Naked Ladies
Currently uno de mi favoritas(:I wonder if I did that right:)

I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser
I'm so smart, too bad I can't get figured out
I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby
I'm so fly, that's probably why it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time

I'm so green, it's really amazing
I'm so clean, too bad I can't get all the dirt off of me.
I'm so sane, it's driving me crazy
It's so strange, I can't believe it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time

I'm so chill, no wonder it's freezing
I'm so still, I just can't keep my fingers out of anything
I'm so thrilled to finally be failing
I'm so done, turn me over cause it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time

So, take a look at one of your favorite songs. What does it say about(or to)you?

I shall try.

2009-02-26T16:09:00.000-08:00

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year.
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.

The catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!!!

My photography(if you're interested:)

2009-02-18T15:38:00.003-08:00

keyed up

2009-02-17T17:54:00.000-08:00

Ah, Microsoft Word synonyms. So useful. I type excited and I get a phrase I've never heard in my life. Now I'm all "keyed up!"
All last week I was so grumpy. Today, on my way home from seminary, I kinda got myself pumped for the following week and decided I would make it a good one. Then I was all psyched up and stuff and I went to Harknesses and did pretty much nothing all day. This calls for a revamp(I'm not sure I know what that means exactly.) I'm going to need the help of my trusty iPod which I've kinda neglected recently.
Mostly I think what I need to do is quit letting my mind wander when I'm supposed to be reading scriptures. Half the time I'm no longer thinking about Paul but the giant cut on my leg I got shaving, or wondering where I left my money(shoot.) It's really starting to annoy me how un focused I am on them. I'm thinking I'm going to start reading them in the mornings. This will be hard because we have math right after seminary and if not that, I go to Janet's office(which is totally unneccesary.) I'll find a way.
Anyway, I should probably get to bed so that it's not physcically impossible to get psyched tomorrow. Goodnight reader(s)!

"You are very skilled at expressing yourself to be effective."

2009-01-15T14:45:00.001-08:00

That's quite the fortune, right? According to Hong Kong V, I'm skilled at telling people I'm skilled... or something.
Odd... These things are usually vague enough that I can easily apply them to my own life. Same deal with horoscopes. This time, however, I couldn't. I do not feel skilled, expressive, or effective. Especially not after all that chinese food.

2008-06-10T14:03:00.001-07:00

Picture project! I'm getting paid to go through the pictures that I loved to look at so much when I was little. I'm so very excited about this job. I have to take them all out of the albums, upload them into the computer, and then file the hard copies. Doesn't sound like too much of a thrill but Mom says I'm getting paid a lot. And it's thrilling to me. I love pictures, as you may be able to tell already. I also get to run into a lot of photography of my Dad's. It kind of helps remember where I got this interest.
I just got back from the orthodontist, and I have a car in my mouth. By that, I mean it's going to cost as much as a small car payment. I'm psyched for this to happen though, and I think Mom is too. Besides the cost of-course. That's enough about my teeth because that couldn't get anymore boring for someone on the receiving end.
I should get ready to go to mutual. "Class activity" they said. In other words; "we have to plan." But there is "a special treat" which I'm psyched about. Adios amigos!

2008-02-25T19:17:00.000-08:00

This is a list of alphabetized small and simple things for which I am grateful. Get a hold of and (necessary verb here)each of these things as often as possible.

1. the alphabet

2. bagels

3. bare feet

4. board games

5. books

6. a childhood movie( one that you can recall watching over and over right after the last time you watched it:)

7. coupons

8. DDR

9. Eggs Benedict(especially when your brother makes it for you)

10. a favorite song

11. food made by a mother.

12. grape juice

13.a key, string, fret, bow, uhh... blow hole?

14. letters(both types)

15. naps

16.paint(the kind you can eat!)

17. pencils

18. pictures

19. rainbows... yeah

20. a "thank you"

21. the word "yes" especially when followed immediately by "!"

22. You know those honey mustard pretzel things? Yeah, those.

And those things are magnificent whether you like it or not.

2008-01-21T15:02:00.000-08:00

Elysse's new stroke of genuis ----------->

This is a pink triceratops. It is fantisimo.

2008-01-11T17:57:00.000-08:00

Finished my first "response" essay today. It almost wasn't in on time too.

I finished at 4:54 P.M when it was due at 5:00. I sent it to Mom and then went down to tell her that I sent it. When I came back up I got one of those "Mailer Daemon" things, so I had to re-send it to a different email address. So I ran downstairs to get it, and then I sent the wrong document and then I finally sent the right one at exactly 5:00. It's crazy stuff. Would I get in trouble for that in college?
Opal Dream is fantastic! I really love it. As much complaints as I have about having to write such an essay and how hard it was, I had a lot of fun writing it.
I'll try to write more later. I know it's not much of an entry but Psych is on. Bye!

man o' man music is beautiful

2007-12-27T22:32:00.000-08:00

The most comfortable and peaceful place to listen to bliss music is on the floor of your own bedroom. Wether or not your doing it for dramatic effect, or for people to notice you, doesn't matter. It feels amazing.

How you tell a song is good is when the music and lyrics is so good it makes you(you meaning YOU) want to explode with your own fabulous personality. It's one of the greatest feelings in the world.

Another fantastic feeling, is when you don't listen to your own music for like two months. And then on a magical day, pull out your best playlist and sulk in the greatness of it all. Maybe on the floor. It will remind yourself that past-you wasn't so bad after all. That you guys still have something in common. My favorite.

Music wins.

2007-11-17T21:00:00.000-08:00

Here he comes, here comes Speed Racer!
He's a demon on wheels.
He's a demon and he's gonna be chasin' after someone.

He's gainin' on ya so you better look alive.
He's busy revvin' up the powerful MACH 5!

And when the odds are against him and theres dangerous work to do.
You bet your life Speed Racer, will come to see it through

Go Speed Racer !
Go Speed Racer!
Go Speed Racer, go!

He's off and flyin' as he guns the car around the track,
He's jammin' down the pedal like he's never comin' back.

Adventure's waiting just ahead!

Go Speed Racer !
Go Speed Racer!
Go Speed Racer, go!

I'm testing if this is a good method to get a song out of your head. There are alot of exclamation points. Goodnight.

2007-11-16T13:48:00.000-08:00

So my day can't entirely be considered interesting. Besides reading Beaver and Steve almost all day, I didn't do much. I did go to Tom Isaacson's law office and learned a bit about how patent law works. Also I saw Lyndsey. I was thinking about how funny it was that Lyndsey Patten works in a Patent law office. Patent--Patten.

Get it?

Besides that and getting 178 points on Break Out. I got nothing.

2007-11-15T13:14:00.000-08:00

I was trying to find a copy of the 1966 copy of the Strength of Youth pamphlet ever since I heard John Bytheway talk about it. All I found were these. Not an actual copy or any pictures.
I'm sure you've probably heard some of these from him anyway.

"Members of the church should be good dancers and not contortionists… Emphasis should be placed on smooth styling and clever footwork."

Yeah, I definitely had to look the word"contortionists" up. Basically they're saying if you're gonna dance, dance well. Otherwise it's a sin.

"A 'real lady' does not go out in public, to the market, or to the shops with her hair in curlers."

It's like... going out in public with a flat iron."

"Girls should dress to enhance their natural beauty and femininity. Clothes should be comfortable and attractive without calling attention to a person’s body…few girls or women ever look well in backless or strapless dresses. Such styles often make the figure look ungainly and large, or they show the bony structures of the body."

Basically, I look fat in strapless backless dresses. And my basketball shorts are out of the question.

"Any apparel that suggests a house robe should not be worn in public but only in one’s home or apartment."

Now I wish I had an outfit that looks like a house robe.

2007-11-13T18:42:00.000-08:00

I definitely got 129 points on Break Out. Look it up. Look up "Break Out, Atari" It's the best game in the world. The second best game in the world is Missile Command.

In case you were wondering, "Hola Mis Compinches de bowling" means "Hello my bowling buddies". Or more accurately translated "Hello my buddies of bowling"

Maren just started singing "Keep your hands at the level of your eyes" from Phantom of the Opera. It's actually really funny.

I recently discovered, that I'm good at math. Namely, Algebra. I'm not looking forward to Geometry. Geometry is for crazy smart people. I'm just smart people.

So I wish I was one of those people who want like nothing for Christmas. Too bad I'm not. I want a lot of posters for my room. I also want Harvest Moon for the Gameboy SP(I'm the best at that game on Nintendo 64)Lame I know. I also wish with all my heart I had a working Sega Genesis. They're alot cheaper than I thought. I wonder if we still have all those games.

I'm gonna go beat my score on Break Out.

-Elysse

Hola mis compinches de bowling!

2007-11-12T16:15:00.001-08:00

Today, I woke up wet.

The one day we decide to sleep outside, it rains. The one night we decide to use one of the crappiest tents we own, it rains. I was fine. It was just weird to wake up with everything except where you were laying is wet.

I also had a dream where I went trick-or-treating and knocked on this pizza places door. The guy chose like ten of his favorite costumes(I got fourth) and the kids wearing them would compete in this swimming race for a grand prize which my mind did not allow me to know to avoid my own disappointment. I started on the very end, and basically owned these kids. The main object of the race was to swim out and grab three blue balls and swim back. I grabbed 2 balls, and couldn't find the other. Then this other kid from my ward had 2 balls and said It'd be better for at least one of use to win and gave one of his. then I swam back and woke up. That was a weird dream, mostly cause I don't really know the kid very well. I found his retainer once but that's about it. I decided whether or not I thought you'd want to know I'd tell you anyway.

Well today after Spanish, we all went bowling. We all being a lot of the youth and Maren - Isaac.
Mostly cause we didn't have a chance to take them home. I scored I think 56 points the first game and 89 points the second. I won the second BTW. That was pretty fun. However, Avrom's competitive spirit and left-handedness mad it difficult to teach. I still enjoyed it.

My finger nails glow in the dark. That is basically the only reason I still have the nail-polish on. I almost always pick it off before I get to show it off. I love glow in the dark anything.

Kender-Bender wants his computer back. Goodnight!

-Elysse

Watch out boy she'll chew you up!

2007-11-11T18:18:00.000-08:00

You know what's relatively amusing, but more annoying than anything?

Kiddie drama.

This girl, Abigail, equals trouble. She's funny, nice to hang out with, but quite the man eater.
When we first met her, she and Ezra got crushes on each other. Then later, Abbey decides she doesn't like Ezra. Not because he did anything particularly wrong, but because she can not like him whenever she wants. Now she likes Avrom. Also she "hates" Ezra, while secretly(not any more) liking the both of them. Keep in mind that both of the boys like her. Well she says she likes Avrom because he's a gentleman. However, when Ezra tries to be a gentleman she won't accept it. For instance: Ezra tries to give her a potato(at dinner, not just a random potato) and he's holding it with his bare hands, and it's hot. She backs away and makes this disgusting grimacing face until Avrom give her potato on a plate. While Avrom was a little smarter in this sense, he wasn't in any physical pain. So while Ezra burns his own flesh for her she backs away grimacing. If he was actually burning his flesh purposefully I can see why she would be grossed out. Anyway, it's a little weird. I've never seen Avrom and Ezra go this far out of the way for a girl.

Well now me and Emma and Hannah are going to sleep in a tent on the porch. For the heck of it. Hannah said it was below 30 degrees. This is not true, she's just a whiner-face.

Also, Isaac's being a dumb-head. But hat's a different story.

I'm gonna go sleep in "below 30" degree weather. Night!

-Elysse

2007-11-09T17:05:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I went to Cici's. A pizza buffet, that I happen to love. I just thought everyone with the time, and interest to read this should know that the cinnamon rolls = delicious.
Also yesterday, I saw "You Can't Take it With You". Northern High School did it. Ariane was in it. It was pretty super duper, and she was a-freaking-dorable. Also that's one of my words. She played Essie, the girl who makes candy and dances around all day.
I've decided that whenever I don't have an answer I say "I just like grapes, okay!" and walk away. But normally I find myself coming back to either see what their reaction was, or because I was actually interested in the conversation we were having.
I'm pretty sure in every lifetime, there is at least one domesticated ROUS.*
Usually disguised as a cat or dog. I met mine today. It was supposedly a dog. But it's tail is what gave it away. It looked like a pigs tail uncurled with a flat iron. It couldn't walk or run, as the ROUS wasn't really used to its costume. It could only waddle. I don't mean the adorable little waddle you saw in march of the penguins. It was quite the waddle. When it lifted its leg the leg stuck straight out the side. Sort of like a canon sticking out the side of a
large vessel. So imagine if you can, the little legs flipping out one by one as fast as the little "dog" could muster.

I'm thinkin' I'm gonna give my brother the computer so, adios.

-Elysse