tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55997162012-01-09T10:59:35.907-06:00there is hope for the hopelessElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.comBlogger2501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-68493262271403588962012-01-06T16:19:00.002-06:002012-01-09T10:56:25.065-06:00

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-85446345678190752302012-01-03T22:11:00.002-06:002012-01-03T22:16:43.751-06:00

Some of the logic that comes from my roommate makes me fear for humanity. The following incident happened while we were looking for a new car for her (by which she is looking at only "gold" and "green" CR-Vs, no carfax nor consumer reports nor customer reviews).Her logic:Elizabeth: I really think the Honda CR-V's are rated a lot higher and are much more reliable than that Ford.Roomie: I know that

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-83731217420640103332011-02-04T12:21:00.002-06:002011-02-04T12:26:20.161-06:00

There is a lot of "new" going on right now. Generally I like it, but with new comes a little fear. FEAR is kind of taking hold at the moment. I just applied for my Ph.D. because it has always been a dream of mine and I know I have a passion for higher education. If nothing else, I have a firmer grasp on what I know I love doing as a vocation: college. Now if only I could get paid to do it! We'll

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-30010633948373050562010-11-25T14:47:00.001-06:002010-11-25T14:47:10.492-06:00

See and download the full gallery on posterous

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-33379336790598680452010-11-11T10:31:00.004-06:002011-07-22T13:32:27.485-05:00

I called he local VFW and secured a speaker for my students for Veterans Day. This guy has SO many cool artifacts! I'm geeking out right now, I LOVE military paraphernalia. See and download the full gallery on posterous

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-46403651507281721302010-11-10T22:24:00.001-06:002010-11-10T22:24:22.671-06:00

I'm forcing myself to change the way I think about how things really are compared to how I wish they were. Things are what they really are...and I'm out of sight, out of mind. I have to get used to nights like this and have no expectations. 

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-59785568027054252692010-11-09T08:05:00.002-06:002010-11-09T10:01:59.604-06:00

A coffee sleeve at the Coffee Pot in San Marcos had an advertisement for the San Franciaco Academy of Arts and Sciences. Made me miss San Francisco even more. I really hope I get a chance to get back home this Christmas. Union Square at Cristmastime is an amazing sight.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-80646766508411903912010-05-24T10:15:00.001-05:002010-05-24T10:15:50.058-05:00

I lost my faith. I want it back.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-68900647489089100132010-01-26T11:12:00.002-06:002010-01-26T11:13:33.447-06:00

Things looked slightly brighter yesterday... then I found out something that recently happened and I'm almost over the edge again.Holy shit. It actually happened.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-11570787555402942892010-01-11T17:59:00.002-06:002010-01-11T18:04:21.282-06:00

My principals called me into a meeting today to ask me about my weight loss. They say that some of my peers noticed a drastic change and they know I don't really eat lunch. They're wondering if there is a problem, there is some concern.I just said I've been training for my triathlons.What I can't tell them is the situation with work, my relationship, and my future has me SO stressed I can hardly

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-80026651893965609852010-01-02T03:49:00.000-06:002010-01-02T03:50:16.748-06:00

I don't want to come home. What I want is a good undertow.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-4951748162943648172009-12-24T19:45:00.001-06:002009-12-24T19:48:23.677-06:00

I wish even Christmas was enough to keep me wanting to still be here. But I don't, and I don't know how to change that. I don't want to be here anymore.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-48676165670222707692009-12-04T09:23:00.001-06:002009-12-04T09:28:40.751-06:00

I'm constantly living in fear. Fear that this is going to last forever, fear that I'll never feel happy again. Fear of never liking a job and always living a dread. I'm in the middle of a raging sea of dread and doubt and all I can do at night is beg God for some direction."You were faithful before, you'll be faithful again" says the song on KLOVE right now. I want so badly for that to be so. I

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-13521279375392929692009-12-02T09:47:00.002-06:002009-12-02T09:51:34.114-06:00

Everyday it gets better, but also gets worse. I'm trying really hard to make things better and my family and friends are helping... but I'm hurting SO bad still. It's a numbing pain that doesn't cease. I haven't eaten much in months. Today I got half a yogurt down before I got nausious. Believe me, that's an improvement.God, I'm desperate.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-72686402080006154302009-11-10T17:33:00.003-06:002009-11-10T17:40:19.198-06:00

My life is an absolute joke. I have no purpose here. Usually life is pretty joyous, speckled by moments of sadness. My life has been misery speckled by moments of joy yielding into more misery when those moments are over.I don't feel amazing. I feel pathetic, and small, and useless, and stupid, and incapable, and worthless.I try so hard to force myself to have a "good" day, but I still manage to

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-46574853005309358572009-10-30T10:06:00.003-05:002009-10-30T10:36:56.203-05:00

I wake up every morning with my heart beating, palms sweating, and nearly out of breath. When I realize it's 6:15 and it's time to get up, I feel the rush of anxiety all over my body. The adrenaline starts in my stomach and surges down to my toes and finger tips until I am consumed. Initially it feels the same as when I'm excited to see someone, like when I came home from Europe and couldn't wait

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-91988010453501832472009-10-29T10:24:00.002-05:002009-10-29T10:48:36.389-05:00

I'm not dead, but that might feel better. I'm just the weakest I've EVER been.I'm trying though, I really am. I still get out of bed every morning, though I don't want to. I still go to work, and I still eat a little... I've alive, but definitely NOT living. I think I've turned into one of those empty-shell people. The one's you meet in life and you just see the shadows under their eyes and ask

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-15506205010627423872009-09-27T17:03:00.003-05:002009-10-29T11:37:30.478-05:00

I feel as if I've hit a wall. I don't really know what I'm doing here anymore. "Here" kind of applies to everything... here in San Marcos, here with my education and job, here. What am I doing here? I have no purpose. I thought I had a purpose, but in the end words are just words and they don't mean anything.I used to have a purpose, I thought I had a purpose. Though, now I'm graduated with 2

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-91648797231746024462009-09-10T22:48:00.001-05:002009-09-10T22:49:45.649-05:00

"Sometimes time doesn't heal, no, not at all." -Jack JohnsonI think I'm falling again and it hurts.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-59760048540870715882009-08-06T12:15:00.005-05:002009-09-10T22:51:22.419-05:00

I don't understand why I am so scared of everything. I wish I could be the person who goes with the flow, and is easy about everything. But that's where I get into trouble. I keep trying to be the person I want to be, or think I should be, but that's not the essence of who I am.Here is what I know myself to be: I am not confident in myself and I really don't think I deserve a lot of the things

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-11319845730117814262009-08-04T21:28:00.003-05:002009-08-06T12:12:11.193-05:00

I'm finding it really odd living in a new place, starting a new life. In sum, it is not at all what I expected, but apparently it's exactly like Daniel expected. When I decided I wanted to move to San Marcos, he told me it's going to be a lot harder for you than you think. Of course, at the time I wrote him off and thought me, of all people, would do just fine. Oh, I could have never been so

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-4426409178905316352009-04-07T03:10:00.002-05:002009-04-07T03:15:50.939-05:00

I can't sleep. All I can do is listen to the hypnotic melodies of Bon Iver and wish there were a close friend on Facebook to talk to. There is no one. And this is pointless.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-40250250142195370772009-04-02T03:48:00.001-05:002009-04-02T03:49:46.299-05:00

I'm beginning to pack up my apartment.Boy, have I got some things to burn.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-65096353694396313002009-03-26T19:10:00.002-05:002009-03-26T19:38:13.264-05:00

With the fear that someone would be reading my blog today, I began re-reading some of my earliest entries. I knew they would be disgustingly angsty and laden with "Josh-missing", but it was really nice getting reacquainted with that girl I once was. In looking back and remembering those first few weeks of senior year, being a very naive girl of 17, I kind of realize now how happy I really was as

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-86952026120102521652009-03-11T00:14:00.003-05:002009-03-24T03:15:40.356-05:00

I am having a very difficult time right now trusting people... myself in particular. From a young girl utterly surrounded by dysfunction, I don't understand how I got involved in such dysfunctional relationships when I grew up. You think I would run so fast in the opposite direction if anyone ever showed any signs they were like my father, but no. I seem to run into their open arms!I feel like

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-13784218765424020522009-03-08T23:32:00.004-05:002009-03-08T23:55:00.390-05:00

Whoever says there is nothing to do in San Angelo was not very creative. Honestly, there are not a ton of crazy-entertaining kinds of things to do, but I have never been really painstakingly bored here. I've always been one to entertain myself very easily, partly why long-distance relationships aren't too harsh for me. I always knew there was unexplored territory in San Angelo, and the Twin

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-58805393670504594772009-01-29T11:05:00.003-06:002009-03-24T03:54:53.048-05:00

Cassie knows me well, actually. Two weeks, that's all it takes. Ever since 10th grade, just two weeks.I am a selfish person. We are all selfish by nature, but I have acted very very selfishly. It's just when I know what I want, I gotta have it. I just GO for it, no matter what. I had to have this. That boy got into the picture and never left. I can't stop thinking about him. This is big. As in

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-79603314016027800592009-01-19T08:37:00.003-06:002009-03-24T03:51:38.004-05:00

So in the end, the change of heart was my own. Around my birthday I finally came to realize what I really wanted out of life. I believe God revealed a glimpse of my path, so I’m taking it all on full force. Unfortunately, I lacked an impetus and am just getting to it now, but better late than never. I realized I wanted to change some things and I wanted to get

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-44330368930311498202008-12-11T17:56:00.003-06:002008-12-11T18:28:48.872-06:00

Some of things happening in my life recently don't feel very real. I feel as if I'm walking through a scripted scene, with occurrences popping up just like in Hollywood. I guess, in a sense I am and God is the director and the screenplay is my life mapped out ahead of me with surprises along the way. Maybe Shakespeare had it all completely correct!All the world's a stage,And all the men and women

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-89971818968763432572008-12-08T22:00:00.009-06:002008-12-10T01:02:53.586-06:00

Catherine Hardwicke, director of Twilight, will not be returning to direct New Moon (which is coming up frighteningly fast.) This is a pretty severe disappointment due to her awesome, creative spirit that really comes to life in Twilight. She was the one behind all those creative shots of the mountains, tree line, waterfalls, deep dark forest, etc. Apparently I'm really into nature shots. That

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-34635049948452006402008-11-30T15:21:00.001-06:002008-11-30T15:45:03.985-06:00

Anyone who has ever met me knows of my ridiculous obsession with movies. However, my movie criticism is of less note. Josh would always tell me I like every movie, but that is not necessarily true, though I do tend to love the "bad" ones from time to time. I guess I am a more forgiving critic. I may hate the acting, but love complexities of the character or I may not like the plot, but enjoy the

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-4939450261572384272008-11-29T01:11:00.005-06:002008-11-29T01:42:21.237-06:00

I heard the most repulsive news today. On top of the horror in India, 3 people were killed today due to violence while shopping! I am disgusted with America... with humanity. Dear God, what are we doing here?All in all I am thankful for my life, but I don't feel I am living. There are promises of good things to come. I keep that in mind. I give thanks because I am God's beloved child, unworthy of

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-64341230570760914182008-11-21T17:21:00.002-06:002008-11-21T17:24:16.125-06:00

Tonight a movie.Tomorrow the theater.Art can be found here.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-32332446198199567072008-11-19T10:40:00.004-06:002008-11-19T11:32:33.829-06:00

Finally, some strain of hope for myself. I accomplished something I really thought that I could not do. One week before the race I was crying on Jason's bed thinking I had no chance in hell of completing this race because I hadn't trained at all. His words of encouragement did help and I felt calmer about it, but not at all more confident in myself.Come race weekend I woke up every hour, on the

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-21519168034303549032008-10-17T14:03:00.000-05:002008-10-17T14:03:02.802-05:00

Why the lack of art?I need poetry, Haikus!That should satisfy.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-74989045463573096172008-10-01T22:56:00.002-05:002008-10-01T23:00:37.950-05:00

Well, apparently I handled the situation correctly because he had a change of heart. When he broke up with me, I cut all connections and didn't speak to him for 2 weeks. I avoided contact because I had to get used to my life sans boyfriend, an all too familiar feeling. Well, good for him and I’m so glad he figure all that stuff out for himself! It’s obviously

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-6396368093917477632008-09-19T11:19:00.003-05:002008-10-15T13:44:48.415-05:00

Well, it's over. Four months to the day and that familiar whole is opened again. I feel like a bandage has been ripped off exposing an old, still healing wound. Jason and I began as friends, changed to lovers, and are now back to... something else. Uncomfortable and awkward is how I feel around him now. Ugh, and humiliated. These feelings suck. How eloquent of me...

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-51928771776185009082008-09-16T01:09:00.002-05:002008-09-16T01:21:59.805-05:00

Sometimes I feel like the most unimaginable idiot.How many times can I really make a fool out of myself when it comes to my affections. My mind is distracted and diffused. I have come to doubt again all that I once held as true. I stand alone without beliefs, hopes, expectations. I have to examine why I keep making such terrible mistakes. Chasing has never been something I desire, but seems

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-44759492807939383422008-09-11T19:37:00.005-05:002008-09-13T20:56:28.551-05:00

I think as a rule people kind of panic when they graduate. It's this huge step that many have taken to brighten their future and further their lives, but it all hits you in the face once you've got that diploma in your hand. I was talking to an old high school friend over drinks earler this summer and when the subject of current school came up she promtly asked me, "Have you had your breakdown

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-19211324372262299532008-07-23T15:01:00.002-05:002008-07-23T15:10:43.444-05:00

Your head pops off your pillow and you think today is just an ordinary day, but no. Not for me. Not for all the reflection I have been doing lately. The self examination and prayer that has gone on recently is turning my mind into an entirely new form. At peace with myself is what I have longed for for months now, but getting there is the difficult part.Then there is today. There is a sadness

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-65610484414064712482008-04-13T02:45:00.002-05:002008-04-13T03:08:37.776-05:00

I just watched Once with Annie and Mike, the usual company. I thought it was very good - a real story. Perfectly real ending, authentic till the end. I love how he bought her the piano in the end. I thought to myself, "That is such a 'Thinh' thing to do." It's because you have such a good heart, Thinh. There is no one else I know that would do that for someone but you, and it's nice to know

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-46423317797942506532008-03-06T20:32:00.003-06:002008-03-06T21:21:47.223-06:00

It has been way too long... I totally kick myself for not making a post on February 29! What the heck was I thinking! Being how my brain is occupied by a million other things right now, not thinking about that is the least of my problems. I look at my desk and around my room and I see lists for everything. Books I want to read, letters I have to send, prayer requests, music I want to get ahold of

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-10628470744990288922008-02-02T09:43:00.000-06:002008-02-02T10:19:21.870-06:00

I was bequeathed this book by my adoring 2nd-cousin Bob, the famous Italian one. Of course, HE would be the one to give me this book. I actually have a bit of a past with this book, so I am going to put in on my coffee table where it was always meant to go. It really is an incredible book - not only for recipes, but for food history from every region in Italy. What a history lesson! I've been

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-29332677784391734632008-01-17T23:11:00.000-06:002008-01-17T23:25:25.408-06:00

Day One: Mrs. Robinson's class"Now here's to you Mrs. Robinson..." I love that song. Haha. I am so exhausted right now! Being with kids all day is pretty draining! Plus, four hours of Residence Hall work after that makes it that much more tough and about a 14 hour day today. I'm a zombie right now.Day one was pretty excellent. I got off to school way too early and was there at 7:00, still

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-82685415127994015422008-01-07T19:01:00.001-06:002008-01-07T22:20:30.593-06:00

48 hours ago....Just read it all. Right now I'm pretty traumatized... and extremely angry. Angry at my Dad for not listening to me and and at Italian men in general for being all around bastards! I'll get back to that in a moment, but here's the title story: (if you need to, jump to THE GOOD PART... there are NO Cassieisms exaggerations.STORY PREP. Today was the day designated for me to go visit

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-83441178477789848272007-12-25T23:30:00.000-06:002007-12-26T00:07:35.404-06:00

The greatest thing about Christmas is the giving. I gave the best gift to my mom this Christmas, and she even picked it out. I bought her a Bible. No longer the old King James version that has been on that bookshelf for as long as I can remember. It is her own New International Version. I don't think I could have given a better gift to anyone... only a few people will understand the significance

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-25565747086964611752007-12-22T01:45:00.000-06:002007-12-22T02:12:04.390-06:00

I went to my third wedding in one week tonight. Wow! That's a lot of cake. Tonight's was by far the most interesting, but also most beautiful. The Cactus Hotel is such a perfect venue for weddings. The mezzanine, the ballroom, the lighting, the gold! It's really gorgeous, especially when it's all lit up for Christmas. They decorate that tree the same way every year. I really like traditions like

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-65013097370479404362007-12-14T01:41:00.001-06:002007-12-14T01:41:18.709-06:00

Dear friends, do not be surprised at the firey trials you are going through, as if something strange were happening to you. 1 Peter 4:12God is teaching me incredible lessons regading growth. I see with undeniable evidence that growth means pruning, and pruning means pain. I confess, I'm actually a coward when it comes to pain. I certainly never pray for it, but it seems to be there everyday and

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-89690972572580228372007-11-29T07:44:00.001-06:002007-11-29T07:44:32.387-06:00

Today I had a really bad "blood donating" experience. First off, my iron level was lower than usual because of my severe lack of appetite, but it still dropped just before that 15 second mark. Then when they pricked me I just bled and bled and bled. I was seriously in the chair for about 5 minutes total. The nurses looked kind of disturbed at how fast I gave the pint. When they removed the needle

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-74573145811306781142007-11-12T01:37:00.000-06:002007-11-13T01:20:10.326-06:00

What I've been saying to myself for the past two months:Tomorrow will be better than today.Tomorrow will be better than today.God please, allow tomorrow to be better than today.I ran 12 miles total last week and blew out my ankle. Ouch.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-6211516360823004292007-11-04T01:35:00.000-05:002007-11-04T01:21:14.046-06:00

I just got back from a 2.5 mile run. It is 1:30 in the morning. I really had to run.In the roller coaster that I went on last month I was really hoping this month there would be a grand change. The morning after Halloween I woke up pretty rejuvenated and kind of "okay, things are good." I taught my classes at Central, got things done for work, paid my Alpha Chi dues, and spent 9 hours at our big

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Girl, I know the hall looks dark& the storm it seems so scaryYour face lit up on beats of lightningyou start, you start running& your eyes are like screaming& since there is no end and no beginningYou will runYou will runYou will runGirl, I know the woods look dark& the trees they seem so deadlyThe girls around you are so frightened& you start, you start to panicand your courage starts to vanish

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-24280366345074014262007-10-23T18:04:00.000-05:002007-10-23T18:15:54.540-05:00

Okay, so it's as they say: pain so bad it's blinding.I'm trying. I'm reading. I'm forbidding myself the comfort of my couch or warmth of my bed, but I think it's for the wrong reasons. I'm really just running from it. I can't even think about life a month from now, a week, a day... I'm living minute to minute.I'm looking for a purpose in all this and I can't find one. Then I force myself to pray.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-61503790408201482222007-10-20T23:31:00.000-05:002007-10-20T23:33:29.844-05:00

Make God the focus and the only relationship for now.Check.

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Today I woke up at 8 am, fully rested and fully awake. I figured out how I'm going to go about getting things straight in my life. For the past week I've been less than myself. I scared my family so much I had Anne, Elisa and my mother all show up at my apartment at the same time without meaning to just to check on me. Things will get better, I have to keep saying that. So to feel better I have

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-91275110898568221142007-10-16T21:29:00.000-05:002007-10-16T23:25:26.089-05:00

You know when you reach that point where you look back at your previous writings and actions and are disgusted by what you see? It's like being a senior in high school and looking back on your sophomore year and thinking "Was I really that naive? Did I actually do that?" Or it is looking back on how you handled a situation and you don't even recognize yourself. The same questions apply.For me,

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-50473682929592880992007-10-11T03:04:00.000-05:002007-10-11T03:09:07.549-05:00

Cheers to learning lessons! Or at least recognizing what my life lessons are...

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-50209587688998413002007-08-28T01:32:00.000-05:002007-08-28T01:40:43.105-05:00

Everything is different. Today did not feel like a school day or at least what I think the first day of school should feel like. It is just weird. First of all, Annie came to my room this morning, had breakfast, sang some songs, and I walked her to her first class. THAT has never happened before and it was totally dorky cute. I love that she and I are finally at the same school.Second, I had

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-84853481734466868122007-07-14T12:55:00.000-05:002007-07-14T13:17:12.026-05:00

I don't even know what to write here anymore. I feel compromised. I'm trying to hide everything and not let perception be reality, but no one believes me.I don't even feel safe in the one place I go to get away from the world, either. I fear going to my own church because of the current situation. Perception is reality. I hate human nature in that way. I believe everything happens for a reason...

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-28675368074032559692007-07-11T13:54:00.000-05:002007-07-11T13:57:02.413-05:00

Create in me a new heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.Cast me not away from your presence, and take not your Holy Spirit from me.Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit.Ps 51:10-12

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-64426529242221162862007-06-09T11:42:00.000-05:002007-06-09T11:43:17.231-05:00

I've gotten a little itch lately to just get up and GO! Living in San Angelo, Texas, I am quite sick of there just being movies, coffee and ice cream to entertain the entirety of the young population. I want to bike, canoe, hike, swim in freshwater, climb trees, camp, dance (as in salsa, cha-cha, ballroom, the real stuff), and when the day is over I want to eat at an organic coffee shop that puts

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-40465517209451888172007-05-11T00:46:00.000-05:002007-05-11T01:17:00.432-05:00

I have had some of the most roller coaster-esque few weeks of my college career lately. The things that are good are absolutely great! The things that are bad are pretty important and bad, but you don't want to hear about that now, do you? Either way I've found myself conversing with God whenever I am alone and He grants me some peace. By some miracle (and surely one professor's mercy) I actually

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-85466680461105279102007-05-07T01:22:00.001-05:002007-05-07T01:22:48.062-05:00

Finals are this week and I feel less than prepared. I pretty much KNOW I'm going to get a B this semester and I'm kind of ticked at myself. My hopes of graduating suma cum laude are kind of out the window, but I'm still in it for magna cum laude if I don't screw up next semester and get a B in anything.I'm having mixed feelings about this summer. Usually I travel in the summers as to not think

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-26870755916873453272007-04-29T01:02:00.000-05:002007-04-29T01:40:48.367-05:00

I went to a wedding today. It was at the Cactus Hotel and it was lovely... and painful. It was only painful due to the fact that I was the third wheel (this is getting increasingly more common and more uncomfortable) and I had to listen to the other two wheels make comments on what they want for their wedding. Ugh, it was disgusting and aggravating, but my hostile feelings aren't really their

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-84187469056182361482007-04-24T23:34:00.000-05:002007-04-25T00:04:57.388-05:00

This semester has been deceptively good, with the exception of my Education 4321 class (horrible prof). I did hate that eight week Comm class, but I got an "A" so I'm OK with that. I think the greatest thing was having no classes on Friday and late classes every other day. I don't know if any college kid has ever muddled through 15 hours with a schedule as great as mine. Blessed am I. The scary

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-14663185573448375532007-04-17T20:41:00.001-05:002007-04-17T20:42:38.886-05:00

Yeah, my sister can rock sometimes. Go Anne Rose.

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What you need to know to assess the situation: I am currently a Communications major, English minor seeking Teacher Certification. I have a 4.0 in all English courses challenged and am aspiring to actually teach English at some point. Also, the English dpartment head is the devil incarnate.The situation:I hit a brick wall today and I'm seething with anger right now. There is a certain class, ENG

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-76970016083862172652007-04-15T20:49:00.000-05:002007-04-15T20:58:35.765-05:00

Nine days spent in West Lafayette. I consumed more bagels this week than I let myself eat all of last year. It hurts to even think about my trip, much less talk about it. Leaving people at airport security is one of the worst feelings in the world. After that last good-bye you have to strip down nearly to your skivies and rush through cold metal and scanners. As if I don’t feel cold, exposed, and

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-51542248715673865022007-04-07T12:44:00.000-05:002007-04-07T13:28:12.856-05:00

I think I'm in love. He is 84 and one of America's most famous cynics: Kurt Vonnegut. He is still at it and is as sardonic as ever. The adorable, German-American, Indiana native, chain smoker has, like Einstein and Twain, given up on America in his later years. My mother fell in love with him also at my age. Though, hers was the time of Cats Cradle and mine is the time of A Man Without A Country.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-35708640496931732692007-04-01T01:47:00.000-05:002007-04-01T17:18:32.947-05:00

this will blow over in timethis will all blow over in timestill things could be much worse

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-38288219850711498792007-03-30T18:29:00.000-05:002007-03-30T18:52:24.663-05:00

Sometimes I find myself saying things in a manner that others take me too seriously on when I only meant it to be a joke. Then I wonder "Why are they mad? I wasn't serious."Then it hits me. Hard. This is what happens to Josh all the time. I used to always get mad at him for saying things sarcastically but he meant no harm in saying. There are a million misinterpretations and misunderstandings on

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-44238101071577888822007-03-27T13:41:00.000-05:002007-04-01T17:18:10.586-05:00

My person is hilarious. Seriously, you should be so jealous of me.

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So, what's happening in my life? A million things.I've been "on duty" all weekend, which is a bummer but also a necessity of my job. I find out if I got that promotion later this week. I hope I do just because it would be one of the greatest things that ever happened to me and would really help me be set for the future. I'd actually be able to save some money instead of living paycheck to

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And last but not least, the one I really REALLY want...

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1. Write Nonnie once a month2. Read at least 1 book per month3. Drink 2 gallons of water a week4. Write Thank You notes for all gifts5. Send 2 pictures to Dad a month6. Go to Church every Sunday when in town7. Keep in touch with Matt, Pablo, Mehmet, and Nathan8. Keep room very clean9. Don't leave dirty dishes over night!10. Eat out only once a week (and even that's pushing it)11. Be more decisive

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-68937277439859742982007-01-30T13:05:00.000-06:002007-01-30T13:26:46.898-06:00

Last year I made a list of 100 some-odd things to accomplish in the year 2006. In retrospect, I actually did a pretty good job of accomplishing those goals. I think I managed about 75% of them. I believe 100 was a little overkill, so this year I'm going to do 33. Thirty-three is pretty significant because it is the most balanced number in numerology and is also noted as being the most complete

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There are a few things I really hate about myself. They are guilty pleasures, bad habbits, and things I wish I could stop doing. Here goes:1. I always say "Yes" even if I do not really want to do something2. I actually enjoy some Lifetime movies. They can be addicting and delightfully cheesy.3. I am very impulsive and almost too passionate about things4. I harbor too many feelings and sometimes

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-70557793863570833922007-01-23T12:29:00.000-06:002007-01-23T13:00:51.691-06:00

I can't believe this. I missed a post in December. I'm really screwing up my archives here!I returned yesterday morning from San Marcos, Texas where I had spent the weekend with my sister. She's adjusting to civilian life after fulfilling a 6 year service in the Air Force and is now getting her education at the most beautiful school in Texas. Texas State is really gorgeous and I'd go there if my

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1163751619344976902006-11-17T02:13:00.000-06:002006-11-17T02:25:06.926-06:00

I turned 21 on Monday the 13th. The magic age in America. You actually get to purchase alcohol and no longer run the risk of getting an MIP and botching your entire teaching career. To me it only means my car insurance is going down and I can have a glass of wine with dinner. Alcohol is not worth all the hype and is definitely not worth the cost. Honestly, I really do not care that I'm finally 21

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1162783476772901252006-11-05T21:21:00.000-06:002006-11-05T21:41:32.650-06:00

Sitting in an ASU van on my way home from Dallas, I can't help but feel like ASU wasted a lot of money letting all of us go on this trip. It was a Resident Assistant Conference hosted at UT Dallas and it was like reliving my junior high StuCo days. We stayed at the Radisson, but it wasn't even a nice one as far as Radissons go.At least everyone else in our group had the same sense of humor I did,

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1162324629163658362006-10-31T13:41:00.000-06:002006-11-04T00:13:49.083-06:00

Happy Halloween!For some reason this year I'm really excited about today. I have no earthly idea why, I just really enjoyed the Halloween season this year. Probably because last year I was stuck with Jordan Milam in Dallas for the entire holiday weekend thus missing every get-together there was. I'm making up for two years of Halloween today.I enjoyed Juston's party for the short time I was there

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A great apathy has taken over me. I have no desire to do anyhitng at all today. How odd to have this day just after my abitious description of yesterday. Oh dear...

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After my previous post I realized that I feel like I'm always a step behind people. I push and push myself mainly because I think I'm trying to play catch-up. I doubt I can get my addicive work ethic to change. I'll always be the one volunteering to do something, thinking that I'm not pulling my weight, but then taking too much on and stressing myself out completely. A prime example of this is my

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1160187943833992342006-10-06T21:10:00.000-05:002006-10-10T12:12:12.950-05:00

I guess I've hit that time in life where I get to see people actually starting their lives. My older friends are graduating from college and starting their careers and my same age friends are getting engaged, married, and even having kids. At the Baptist Student Ministry, there are about 4 girls in my class (as in Class of 2008) who aren't engaged, myself included. It's pretty odd to observe. It

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1159001561534119402006-09-23T03:42:00.000-05:002006-09-23T14:33:41.140-05:00

1. SXSW for the 3rd time - Austin, TX 2006. I had a terrible time.2. write a letter to our Congressman or Representative - I've written two: one about net neutrality (FOR IT!) and one requesting information about the P.A.T.R.I.O.T Act (Bullshit!)3. buy a really cool pair of shoes - Sexy and black.4. watch every episode of Grey's Anatomy - Yeppers.9. floss - I've been doing really good on this one

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1158698884888471062006-09-19T15:23:00.000-05:002006-09-19T16:37:05.926-05:00

Living in the middle of West Texas, it is sometimes difficult to be as eco-friendly as I want to be. I guess I'll have to be happy winning small battles and hope someone will follow my petty example. For istance, the past few weeks when I've gone shopping at HEB (not Wal Mart*), I've gotten a lot of strange looks because I bring my huge Budda Bag to carry my groceries out instead of a myriad of

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1158266893023429142006-09-14T15:37:00.000-05:002006-09-16T10:13:15.486-05:00

At the beginning of the year I made a list of 100 things to accomplish in 2006. My progress has been better than I thought. Some things I accomplished this year so far I forgot were on the list! Here is my progress in the 3/4 of a year mark.I'll have to analyze and explain these later.1. SXSW for the 3rd time2. write a letter to our Congressman or Representative3. buy a really cool pair of shoes4

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1157872189579993962006-09-10T01:57:00.000-05:002006-09-16T10:02:49.460-05:00

While walking to class the other day I caught myself doing Thinh's favotite activity: reminicing. Not really thinking about fun things I used to do with my friends, but more of how I felt a few years ago.While I was in the middle of my senior year in high school I hit this point where I felt pretty unsure about things. With the mxture of my parents incessant pecking and my lack of confidence in

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First day of class for the Fall 2006 semester. It's rainy, cold, dark, and absolutely perfect. This is exactly the weather I'd love to wake up to almost every morning. I still hope Josh will get a job somwhere on the northwest coast, Seattle or Portland, so it will be like this all the time.Argument and Debate is going to be time consuming, but beneficial because it will teach me how to argue. I

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1156796519238805962006-08-28T15:21:00.000-05:002006-09-14T14:57:21.226-05:00

It Never Seemed So StrangeFor some reason this year has been a year of forgetting to post. Unfortunately, I skipped February and now July. I've had this thing for a little over 3 years and it has evolved immensly. style has changed in my posts but I still refuse to get a new blog. I'll just continue to revamp and recreate it. When I'm 40 I'll laugh at my all the ridiculous things I said about

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1151431774714712802006-06-27T12:30:00.000-05:002006-06-28T10:27:53.223-05:00

I've been in West Lafayette, Indiana for three weeks with Josh. Today I go home, though San Angelo doesn't really feel like home. This is probably supported by the fact that I don't really have a house there. Since I moved into the dorms, I no longer had a permanent address according to my mother. All my things are scattered around San Angelo in boxes at various friend's houses and I won't get it

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I am now enjoying some time off in West Lafayette, Indiana with a guy I'm crazy about. Josh is someone I can sit in silence with and never feel uncomfortable about it. Love is simply feeling content in the mere presence of a person and we are at that point. I feel wonderful up here. Not only that I'm with Josh, but that I'm away from San Angelo because I hate the heat, wind, and severe lack of

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1149435730832745062006-06-04T10:23:00.000-05:002006-06-13T08:32:19.130-05:00

"So book her tickets,And please her parents.She is lovely,And he is really smart."Life was Leisure, Rainer MariaI'm always falling in love with certain lyrics of songs that apply so perfectly to my life right now. I think that's the beauty of songs (that's not very deep.) Anyway, I recently aquired an album that absolutely rocks entited "Catastrophe" being the newest from Rainer Maria. The song "

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1148454016569803272006-05-24T01:54:00.000-05:002006-09-14T14:53:23.176-05:00

"I leave the party at 3am, alone thank God." Neko CaseI was forced on an unexpected trip 200 miles across Texas and it blew my mind. Why does summer always have to be synonymous with confusion for me? It's like free time hits and I finally have a chance to think about personal life stuff that has accumulated in my mind over the school year. Yet, thinking implies really assessing the situation and

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1146929044533862242006-05-06T10:21:00.000-05:002006-05-06T16:25:43.306-05:00

I found some appropriate, already released lyrics!"Woke up this morning to nothing I recognizedEverything changed and I never saw it comingNow there are 5 billion disappointed souls scrapping around in my disappointed mind"Jupiter Sunrise, September Girl

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I can't sleep. I have so much to say but no time to say it. My mind is racing 100 miles a minute.What comes to mind is Jupiter Sunrise's new song "Why'd I wait so long?" I wish they'd hurry and release their new stuff because it's awesome and that song would be really great to listen to right now. I'm depending on music to speak for me here, but the song isn't released yet. They only playesd it

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1146776639815581682006-05-04T15:56:00.000-05:002006-05-04T16:03:59.816-05:00

My goodness, why does life suck so bad right now?The fact is, I've come to the realization that a lot of things need to change. After Finals next week, I have no choice but to start being happy with my life. I've hit the point where I realize that people don't change and never will, so you have either be willing to adapt or not. I feel I've been bending too far though. You can only bend so far

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1146509851768241032006-05-01T13:55:00.000-05:002006-05-04T15:55:42.270-05:00

There have been a lot of future plans that I have changed within the past few weeks. I had a plan, but it depended on something I thought might happen but doesn't look so promising anymore. Man, I liked that plan... it was beautiful. Oh well. So now I'm just looking for a way out. One road straight out of San Angelo. I'm going to apply for every internship or job I can find that corresponds with

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1146508735321925072006-05-01T13:36:00.000-05:002006-05-01T13:38:56.096-05:00

What happens when you hit the point where you really don't want to try to fix things anymore? Where do you go from the point when you realize things don't change, nor should they.

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02036098003109870347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599716.post-1145915549184923462006-04-24T16:25:00.000-05:002006-04-24T16:59:33.633-05:00

Last week I had a lot of triumphs and a couple low blows.Triumphs. I won a scholarship from the Communication department at ASU and my sister, Krista,won a scholarship from her work. I got to travel out of town with Brandon and we hiked around Christoval for a few hours, which is something I've wanted to do for a long time.Lo Blows. My step-grandmother passed away in her sleep on Easter Morning.

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