<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:58:16.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloriously Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-115189112836898522</id><published>2006-07-02T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:45:28.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Famous</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;well, I was almost famous for about 1 day. The grocery store I work for had a contest for their new spokes person. I (being the nerd I am) entered the contest, sent in some head and body shots (don't be dirty.) THe lady called and wanted me to drive to N. Carolina as one of the top ten entries (out of 60)and do an on camera audition. When the lady and I spoke she asked me how old I was "22" being the honest answer. She asked If I could pass for older, and again I told her the truth, I cant pass into a R rated movie sometimes. Another problem, I am going to my youth group convention on Thursday and that is when the audition is. She basically told me they are looking for a 30 something mother figure and if I came up I would be auditioning for a background part or a one line bakery part. I decided that it agent worth my effort or gas money for a background crowd part. So I was almost famous...&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-115189112836898522?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115189112836898522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=115189112836898522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/115189112836898522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/115189112836898522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/07/almost-famous_02.html' title='Almost Famous'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-115167973564036752</id><published>2006-06-30T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:02:15.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not writing after that last blog. Things have been really good lately. I was working in the meat dept. Wrapping meat for the last two weeks. I am getting ready for grand assembly. I have been Ironing my dresses and skirts. I always forget stuff so I am trying to get ahead of myself. Justin is coming over tonight. I don't have to work, and so today during the day mom and I are going to the beach (the same where my surprise b-day party was.) Justin is coming over tonight, like I said. He said he has a surprise for me. I love love suprises. We just had our one year anniversary so he just gave me nice gifts. I am ready for the summer to be over. I would like to start teaching. I need to get a safety deposit box at my bank. I want to put my certification and passport and such away. Other than that nothing too exciting here though. &lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-115167973564036752?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115167973564036752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=115167973564036752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/115167973564036752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/115167973564036752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-world-sorry-for-not-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-115030604543432694</id><published>2006-06-14T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:27:25.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tutoring</title><content type='html'>Hello- World,&lt;br /&gt;I was in a funky mood yesterday. I really dont get it. I was depressed then I was fine. I didnt eat much, which is usally the oppisite of what happenes. I usually sit and just eat mindlessly when i feel depressed. I watched a depressing law and order, which didnt help. I am also in a funk about deciding which health care provider to go with. I have to sign up for everything tomrrow. STRESS!!!! I really dont know what I am going to do, I dont know if i have to approach the table with the decisions made or if i can ask questions. &lt;br /&gt;I ahve been tutoring my neighbor, and i think its going well. Itll kill me if she dosnet pass her test on the 22nd. She will fail, I will have felt like I failed.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-115030604543432694?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115030604543432694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=115030604543432694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/115030604543432694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/115030604543432694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/tutoring.html' title='tutoring'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114973510198987039</id><published>2006-06-07T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:51:42.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the phone rings too early...</title><content type='html'>Hello world,&lt;br /&gt;well I was awoken by my phone ringing at 8:30 this morning. First thought... I am supposed to be at work...sure enough work number on the caller ID.... second thought.. No I am NOT supposed to be at work this morning. Third thought.... shit I just hung up on my boss. In my stupor of figuring out what day and time it is I neglected to open the flip phone with two fingers and the darn thing opened just enough to answer the call then closed shut like a oyster protecting its pearl. Well seeing that I am a work conscious person  so I tried to call my boss back but not before he called me again. I mean what if I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; trying to give him a hint. Anyway. He asked me to come in. The meat dept manager never really asked when robin was coming back from vacation and assumed it was yesterday, therefore that she would work, but alas she is still enjoying her beach time... lucky lady. So I ventured into work about 9 am. Starving... I had toast...But really its toast. So I take you back to the meat department of my grocery store. Picture, if you will, an orange colored sticker about 2 inches by 3 inches that has the three little pigs on it. Two are dancing together with very large grins, which is unusually to say the least...pigs don't grin. The third little pig is playing the flute or piccolo..Its actually quite small, so my vote is a piccolo. Now here is the important part of this image I am asking you to re-create. In large, bold, capitol letters are the words "&lt;strong&gt;ASSORTED PORK CHOPS&lt;/strong&gt;" Does anyone else see the irony in this image. Its wrong...So very wrong. So wrong that I, in fact, laughed for about three minutes. What makes this story even more ironic, my manager (the one with a soft spot for kids) gave that very sticker out to all the kids today... "Hey, want a sticker with the three little pigs on it?" its sick. :::shakes head:::oh the irony. &lt;br /&gt;I started tutoring today, its not really that bad, I think she will pass her test and thus the fifth grade, I have confidence. Well I have to call the love of my life. Justin awaits&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114973510198987039?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114973510198987039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114973510198987039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114973510198987039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114973510198987039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-phone-rings-too-early.html' title='When the phone rings too early...'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114955550832451259</id><published>2006-06-05T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:58:28.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching TV</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching television that I have missed. Justin's Mom tapped the series finale of will and grace and I hate to admit it it but I cried every time it went to commercial. I love that show and it ended in a unique way and I loved it. I then FINALLY watched the season finale of 24, it was so good but the ending was really harsh. &lt;br /&gt;So the meat department manager Tom is a cranky old man, who I used to be afraid of. This cranky old man has a trick tho... he has a soft spot for kids. He actually keeps a little bowl of candy and gum to give to the kids who come in with their parents. He totally lights up whenever kids come around. I don't know if he is a grandparent or not. I know he has a daughter. I also know he never yells at me. I mess up a lot. You would be surprised how much goes into putting the plastic wrap and all those stickers on the meat. There are about three different ways to put a price label on meat and each type of meat and its amount require a different label. So basically I mess up the labels a lot and he wont even tell me when I mess up. HE just takes the meat to the back takes off the label and relables them later when he thinks I'm not looking. I have seen him tear a hole in this other guy for not putting the meat on the right rack, and that takes like 2 seconds to fix...move the tray. I think I have that daddy's little girl effect on my managers... Its actually good for me because I am not that great. But as long as they think I am...who am I to tell them different? Ok back to TV!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114955550832451259?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114955550832451259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114955550832451259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114955550832451259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114955550832451259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/watching-tv.html' title='Watching TV'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114903956503344407</id><published>2006-05-30T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:39:25.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first of the last days of school</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been at the elementary school where I will be working next year working with the teachers to finish up this year and get ready for next year. We decided to go with a "hopping into the fifth grade" or "Welcome to our pond" theme, complete with name tags with frogs bounding off the paper, all equally teacher-y. Im ok with teacher-y in the class as long as I dont have to wear a sweater with apples and frogs. I told justin the other day that I dont want anything with apples on it, unless of course it is really clever, which is rare. He looked at me and asked why im telling him.. duh people might ask him what to get me for something at some point and im sure he will be able to say "no apples" only once... its kinda something people remember; a teacher not wanting apples. I just dont want to be typical. I never really liked apples as a decoration. Is that too much to ask for someone to think about what I might like than rather what is easy... ie apples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see justin today for only a few moments but it was nice to see him outside of my normal routine. I was able to see him and sit next to him and give him a kiss... cant wait until that is everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114903956503344407?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114903956503344407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114903956503344407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114903956503344407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114903956503344407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-of-last-days-of-school.html' title='first of the last days of school'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114894289059586637</id><published>2006-05-29T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:48:10.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Store.....</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you that my manager is loosing his mind. I have been at the store for 3 weeks and on a consistent basis I have asked off for at least 3 days a week and at least one of those is a weekend day. Yet he has already asked me to come back next summer and as many as possible after that. When the new manager jokingly told Shayne he should fire me, Shayne looked at him and said I wish I could clone her...she is a good employee.... (in my head) :::who eats at the register, who is good at setting the magazines up so I can read the main articles while waiting for the customers and asks for more time off than any other employee::: like I said loosing his mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn's wedding was last weekend and it was beautiful. We had a wonderful time the whole weekend. Justin came up for the wedding which was really really nice. I accidentally stole Erin's earrings, they are nice earrings though. I told her Im keeping them ransom until I get my Wicked book back...Speaking of wicked...I went to the show. It was amazing!! soooo great!!! The performance we saw had the "back up" Elphaba... not the understudy..that was someone else. In the program it said "back up" how bizarre is that! &lt;br /&gt;Well its almost dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114894289059586637?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114894289059586637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114894289059586637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114894289059586637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114894289059586637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/05/grocery-store.html' title='Grocery Store.....'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114772374653790528</id><published>2006-05-15T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:09:06.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>schools out...</title><content type='html'>Hello World~&lt;br /&gt;Quick update... School is out and i have had the best graduation ever. A ton of my friends and family came in and it was really special. I got a cat his name is Oscar and he is a cuddle bug...love it! I am working at the grocery store again...hum drum I am also visiting the school wehre I will be teaching...its kind of exciting. Although I have figured out htath I will be the mean teacher...the other teachers give their students lots of down time and I am not used to that I like structure and fititng as much into the day as possible. anyway that is about it. gotta roll&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114772374653790528?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114772374653790528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114772374653790528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114772374653790528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114772374653790528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/05/schools-out.html' title='schools out...'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114597941021928343</id><published>2006-04-25T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:36:50.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The little moments</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;lately I have been struck by little things that I see. Starting in the class. This is this student who strives to be super cool and acts like she hates to read. Well we have silent reading time everyday where they have to read. I looked up and saw her laughing at something in the book then as suddenly as it started she stopped looked around, when she did not notice anyone looking she continued to laugh. 5th graders are so fickle. There is another student who walked in with his collar popped. When he walked in I asked him if he thought he was cool, and told him that if he really wanted to do it right he needs to wear two polos, coordinating colors of course, with the collars popped. When he came back to class after the restroom break his collar was down. I looked at him and told him I was teasing. Well the next day he walks in with two polos on color coordinating and all. Collar Popped and such....tooo funny. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;I was driving to rainbow yesterday and while driving out of town I pass a low income apartment complex where a lot of senior citizens live. As I was stopped at the red light I looked over and saw a woman on a scooter (like a hoverround of sorts) not a moped type. She had this tiny dog in her lap, just enjoying the breeze of the 3 miles an hour scooter. They both looked so content to be riding along on that beautiful day. It made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;Just a few things that made me smile that were out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114597941021928343?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114597941021928343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114597941021928343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114597941021928343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114597941021928343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-moments.html' title='The little moments'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114530456533867469</id><published>2006-04-17T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:09:25.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;Done...so done with everything. I have one little lesson to teach, maybe..I am so done. But im not really excited about it. I am going to miss it here, but a new part of my life is about to begin so I am going to embrace it, starting by scrapbooking about my college years. Love it...&lt;br /&gt;Eliza BEth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114530456533867469?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114530456533867469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114530456533867469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114530456533867469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114530456533867469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114511437605498864</id><published>2006-04-15T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T10:19:36.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im pretty much done with school. I just have to assemble another portfolio for ESOL, and that is just putting my stuff together. I really want to just enjoy these last two weeks and I think I will. I am ready to graduate now, but I am not ready to leave my friends. Well justin is almost here and we are going to lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114511437605498864?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114511437605498864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114511437605498864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114511437605498864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114511437605498864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114403168803762512</id><published>2006-04-02T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:34:48.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, boarding snail, and some softball</title><content type='html'>Hello World-&lt;br /&gt;How about a weekend re-cap..Lets start with Friday Morning. I borrowed Jill's car and drove to Dallas to sign my contract. I had gotten a call on Tuesday asking me to be at the paper signing party at 12:00 noon. I needed a $24 check to pay for the background check. So...I get there and well lets say they were a bit confused...I was supposed to be there the day before for an information session, so I started to cry..Typical, such a girl. So anyway this nice woman brought me to her big office and we sat down and chatted I explained my situation she explains her's. Whomever called me did not give me the correct information. So they let me sign the contract, but I did not fill out any of the other forms, health care ect. So, I drove back and Jill told me that Nicole and I could use her car to take her to work then go dress shopping, because I needed a formal, It ended up that Nicole bought a formal and all that that implies (accessories.) So I was then allowed to borrow Teenie's dress b/c Nicole had a new one that looks awesome on her. We then went to see Ice Age 2, so good. Sooo funny. We picked up Jill and we did silly girl things like dress up in our formals for next week and danced around. Sang into curling irons and head banged to Reliant K's rendition of "We are the pirated that don't do anything" Will Jill was out talking to her current interest Nicole's snail decided he needed some excitement of his own. I dropped a piece of bread into nicole's fish tank so the fish could munch on it and the crust was left by the end of the night. Nicole looks into her fish tank and begins to laugh hysterically, uncontrolled hysterics...I look and one of her snails has detached itself from the glass of the tank and attached itself to the crust of bread. NOT only has it attached itself but was riding the tide of the tank on it. It was swirling and bobbing and turning over... It put Tony hawk to shame, really. And after taking a break proceeded to get BACK on the crust and ride again only this time he didn't make it back to the glass, it ended up shell down face up to the top of the water and we began to wonder if it could breath/survive like that. So Nicole grabbed a pen and tried to push it down in the water, it was VERY buoyant. Then we discovered we could aggravate the fish with the pen so we did that for a moment the horror struck.... bum BUm BUM! The fish, in an uncharacteristically swift move, attacked the snail. We didn't actually see the fish eat it, but the shell dropped like a rock to the bottom...No buoyancy... We are pretty sure the snails frivolity caused it to have an early death by consumption, not of the coughing sort. :::Shakes head:::&lt;br /&gt;Well Saturday I went to the car show, that was cool. Layed out and caught some vitamin D. Then Justin came over, can I just say that he is the pimp...&lt;br /&gt;We went out to eat at this awesome Mexican restaurant and watch this crazy old man sing Kareoke&lt;br /&gt;Today was nice, Justin and I are leftovers for lunch then went outside to throw the football around then we played softball with some of my residents. Overall awesome time with my friends and boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114403168803762512?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114403168803762512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114403168803762512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114403168803762512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114403168803762512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/movies-boarding-snail-and-some.html' title='Movies, boarding snail, and some softball'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114381516478771444</id><published>2006-03-31T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:26:04.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Portfolio Freedom</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;I am so free of my portfolio...That's right folks said and done. Well I may have to make a few changes but other than that I am soooo done. I will have to compile another one for ESOL, BUT I wont ahe to write any cover sheets for that. I simply have to cut all my crap in a notebook, it doesn't sound too complicated, then again I may get myself in trouble thinking like that. Lots of little things going on My friend from grade school Jordan is playing softball...Baseball at tech (I was a little groggy while reading the IM) TODAY and TOMORROW I have not seen this kid in almost 5 years, maybe more. If I had a car on Saturday I would go visit him but alas I am stuck here...Stink. I cant find my videotaped lesson for my portfolio, I'm hoping my professor still has it from when she watched my lesson....:::crosses fingers::: I am going to sign my contract at my new school today, I am so excited. I had to borrow my awesome friend Jill's car. I need to see what Nicole is doing tonight..We should hang out...Neither of us have a car, so we will probably have a girls night and watch movies, that is a great plan!!After a week of jeans, shots t-shirts and tank tops its time to look professional...meh. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114381516478771444?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114381516478771444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114381516478771444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114381516478771444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114381516478771444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/portfolio-freedom.html' title='Portfolio Freedom'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114299905663181261</id><published>2006-03-21T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:44:16.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;Justin's Uncle is really sick in the hospitol, so if you are the praying type I ask you to join me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114299905663181261?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114299905663181261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114299905663181261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114299905663181261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114299905663181261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114298145378478639</id><published>2006-03-21T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:50:53.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy</title><content type='html'>Hello world&lt;br /&gt;I hear from the school I have courting and they want to hire me officially for the 5th grade position, which is great I just thought that they officially offered me the job yesterday so when they called I had a minor freak out the assistant principal was like, so I just wanted to call you and discuss the job with you....I was like...What did I do? Then they couldn't tell me anything about signing a contract, which is odd to me.  Then my professor gives back my senior project with a lecture about editing..I felt like crap, She has never given me anything but praise...She didn't even use harsh words I just feels stupid I guess. We had a finantial manager in class today and she made me feel doomed about my car, its a bunch of little lows. But plus side I do have the job and its dinner time..Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114298145378478639?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114298145378478639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114298145378478639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114298145378478639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114298145378478639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/uneasy.html' title='Uneasy'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114294306482886789</id><published>2006-03-21T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T06:11:04.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHGGG</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have made about 3 attempts to post since the last time, and something keeps happening and not the same thing either. Ahhh well anyway I don’t think I have ever had a more emotional 2 weeks in my life, up and down up and down. I had written a post describing the details, but it was deleted when I tried to publish it so instead I am going to give you guys a few examples. Car. DOWN way down, broke down to never run again, at least not for a reasonable price. UP great offer for a 2004 Pontiac sun fire with 20,000 miles, for 4000$. UP got a loan no problem through my parents’ finance company. DOWN they won’t finance a salvage title, screwed... (This scenario happened 4 times, and not just b/c of the salvage title) UP Douglass County offered me a posistion...somewhere, not sure what school or what grade (they tell you that later.)UP went to a great job interview at a Paulding co school. Down waited a week to hear anything from them because all my references were on spring break with me....shakes head. UP/DOWN don thinks he has a different car for me but it’ll be 2 weeks at least. UP got the job at Paulding co. DOWN they don’t have contracts&lt;br /&gt;AHG,&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114294306482886789?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114294306482886789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114294306482886789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114294306482886789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114294306482886789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahhhggg.html' title='AHHHGGG'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114048215016832546</id><published>2006-02-20T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:35:50.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird dreams and unhealthy Dinner</title><content type='html'>Hello~World,&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that you have weird -ass dreams when you nap. I had one I was at the Mall of America with Meaghan (who would only be dragged into said mall if she was being paid to babysit...and that is even up for question I think) and Erin who was telling me to go to the 7 store..its a type of Jeans that are high end. Then Leslie was there and we were apart of some balloon show at the mall where we had these big balloon things attached to us and we could float up high and move forward. The next dream I was taking Courtney to the horse barn and I couldn't figure out where She wanted to go ( it was more like she was didn't know where she was, I knew the barn area but she kept trying to tell me what to do anyway, which is odd she was on the Equestian team) anyway I am driving her down to a pasture and there is this huge ravine on the left and I see a girl (who in the dream goes to my school) leading a horse along and then she slips and falls into this rushing river in the ravine. We get her and the horse out and then I am sitting in my car with the drivers door open and my car starts to move, and I hit the emergency brake, but I go down the ravine with it. I try to start it on the way down that it may be shallow and I can drive it out. As we hit the water the car promptly sinks and there is my dog Chicco, who lives with my parents an hour away. But she's here and she grabs my arm and starts to pull me out. The car is a total loss and I sink into a mild depression and wonder if insurance will cover it...Probably not. &lt;br /&gt;So dinner...Right now it consists of chocolates from valentines day..Maybe just maybe chili later...Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114048215016832546?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114048215016832546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114048215016832546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114048215016832546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114048215016832546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/weird-dreams-and-unhealthy-dinner.html' title='Weird dreams and unhealthy Dinner'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114022300156916286</id><published>2006-02-17T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:36:41.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell I have a connection with Michel Kahn</title><content type='html'>Eliza~Beth&lt;br /&gt;I write this blog at the risk of sounding like a hypocondirac, I think I pulled a groin muscle and my knowledge of this is thanks to Michelle Kwan. So when I was about 12 I was in a snow boarding accident and I really really jacked up my hip. So...over the years every once in a while ill do something that makes it hard for me to walk and to lift my left leg ect..., I just assumed I had hurt my hip again, Which is as I found out the other day related to that accident. As Michele Kwan sat at the podium the other day and described her groin pull and the people on the news show I frequenlty watch described the injury, I realized that is what could be wrong with my hip right now. I can only assume it happened when I was coreographing a swing dancing routine for one of my best friends here at school. I taught her and her dance partner how to do a flip. When I was allowing the guy to use me as a guinea pig for the flip, I moved my leg wrong when I landed (of course I said I would be guinea pig because "I know how to fall", (Dumbass))::::shakes head::::: so anyway I googled groin pull and it sounds eerily like my current status of hurt. How  come when I went to the doctor all those years ago and had MRI and such done they didn't ask...did you slip or do tumbling or something? Dumbass doctors. So here I am afraid to move because the website said I should not move at all if the simple action of walking causes me pain...and it does..not enough to stop me from walking, just enough to make me uncomfortable. Well I guess I keep walking...BUT NO MORE FLIPS, you cant talk me into it...What's the saying..."Just Say No!" This also means I shouldn't cross my legs for a while because that causes me discomfort too...So now I'm sitting with my legs all over the place..I'm really not used to not crossing my legs, unless its rainbow and then I'm wearing a skirt and my ankles are crissed.Well its off to portfolio...&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114022300156916286?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114022300156916286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114022300156916286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114022300156916286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114022300156916286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-hell-i-have-connection-with.html' title='What the hell I have a connection with Michel Kahn'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-114014791949840193</id><published>2006-02-16T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:45:19.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know what to think</title><content type='html'>Hello World~&lt;br /&gt;I am communicating to you through a battered body and soul. My students have spent the last two weeks with the mantra, as Urkle so elegantly put it back in the day, "Wearing her done, wearing her dooooowwwwnnnnnn." I was so mad on Wednesday that I thought I was going to throw up. When I asked a student if she would like to go to the nurse, because she had been complaining of a headache, she looked me in the eye and said " No, I want to go to the mall, what do you think?" I threw away the nurses pass and wrote a new pass to the principal's office. I had her fill out a BIP, behavioral improvement plan, which she had to copy over and have a parent sign. It didn't come back today. We started off well enough but as the day wore on the class fell apart. I was completely at a loss and I feel like a total failure. At the same time, I know its beyond me and hopefully it will be better tomorrow. I can only pray. Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-114014791949840193?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114014791949840193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=114014791949840193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114014791949840193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/114014791949840193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-dont-know-what-to-think.html' title='I just don&apos;t know what to think'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113936133543831157</id><published>2006-02-07T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:15:35.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm....Slipping....</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has begun...My two weeks of full time teaching...All the kids, all day, by myself. I'm doing ok I believe....&lt;em&gt;I believe&lt;/em&gt;. Tomorrow is going to be a day of change. As the song says "I see a new dawn on the horizon" and that beautiful dawn is the Principals office. I am done hole-punching fair play money and having them argue with me. I have explicit directions to send them to the office at the first sign of an argument. The first "But I didn't do anything." gets a yellow sticky post- it note to see Mrs. Morrison in the library about arguing and talking back. She is then going to escort them to the principals office. Who knew I had that sort of power...Who knew. Bwah ha ha-Oh just kidding. I am slipping in to Mr. Wong...Yes that is his name and by the way his first name is Harry. My fellow senior ed majors and I used this man as a source of entertainment to get us through the class that was from 6-8...What a terrible time for class, really. I digress..Mr. Wong says that teachers go through several stages before they are master teachers, I am slopping into survival mode...And I don't even teach in an area that affords its teachers combat pay. Its more of a get through the day and get them off my back....blah. &lt;br /&gt;We went in late today because of ICY roads..Yah sleeping to 9, that probably made my day 10 times better&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113936133543831157?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113936133543831157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113936133543831157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113936133543831157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113936133543831157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/02/imslipping.html' title='I&apos;m....Slipping....'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113875372627182203</id><published>2006-01-31T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:28:46.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So just got tagged</title><content type='html'>Hello~World, I have been tagged..here you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I've had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident assistant&lt;br /&gt;Ingles grocery store: Check out girl, meat department wrapper, Ham seller extrodinare. &lt;br /&gt;Sonic Car Hop..tips baby&lt;br /&gt;Wendys...free frosties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I'd watch over and over:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;Dogma&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;Office Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I've lived:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villa Rica, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Vernon Hills, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;Cicero, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;Lyions, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;Monk&lt;br /&gt;I love the 80's/90's&lt;br /&gt;CNN headline news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four websites I visit daily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;School e-mail&lt;br /&gt;YAhoo home page&lt;br /&gt;MySpace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I've been to on vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy: Rome, Florence, Pompeii, Venice, lots of little country&lt;br /&gt;Philippines: Manila, Tacloban&lt;br /&gt;Mexico: Cancun&lt;br /&gt;Bahamas: lots of beautiful islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four foods I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate: dark over milk&lt;br /&gt;Chesse: in any form&lt;br /&gt;Pork Chops&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Green Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I'd rather be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Justin&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;on a beautiful beach&lt;br /&gt;With my girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagging...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113875372627182203?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113875372627182203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113875372627182203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113875372627182203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113875372627182203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-just-got-tagged.html' title='So just got tagged'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113850568468948857</id><published>2006-01-28T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:34:44.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RA-ing</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;I was at the RA seminar today in middle GA, I had a really good time. Honestly it was mostly guys that went and that is what made it fun. Not that I'm  boy crazy but its more guys know how to enjoy themselves they less inhibitions when in groups like that. Where we already have a sense of community. I was able to just tag along and laugh with them. They made me miss my boyfriend though, very much. I am such a sap. I went to go get desert at lunch in their cafeteria and as I was passing Matt, I said they have cookies, in a very childlike voice. He sort of mocked me in a nice way, and it made me think that Justin would have put his arms around me and said “aww your sooo cute, I love you.” HE always thinks I'm cute when I use that voice. I use it a lot more when I am around him because he thinks I'm cute. Haha I'm such a attention hog, or I like cuddling with him.. which ever. Ill go with the ladder.  I am so glad I am spending the day with him tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113850568468948857?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113850568468948857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113850568468948857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113850568468948857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113850568468948857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/ra-ing.html' title='RA-ing'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113832156582693233</id><published>2006-01-26T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:26:05.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked and Microscopes...an unlikely combination</title><content type='html'>Hello world&lt;br /&gt;OH wow, so student teaching is kicking the shit out of me. I am tired all the time. .working 40 hrs a week and not getting paid. Then I go to class 3 days a week Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. I work Wednesday night and Thursday afternoon. I have a social this Thursday night  AKA tonight. I am going dancing. Tomorrow I am teaching an awesome science lesson.. I am so excited the students get to use microscopes.. whoo hoo.!  :::shakes head at realization that I am actually a nerd:::  In fact I should be writing a lesson plan for that…. Uhhhh oh well. Ill do it later. I always do, its not even that I need a lesson plan.. not that I am totally full of my self but the fact is that I have been doing it all year with much success.  AND I was late to work today… I was busy playing with the microscopes while getting the room set up for the science lesson tomorrow. I wanted to be familiar with the microscopes before I tried to teach about them…I got carried away… oops. But they are fun :::stomps:::  :::sucks in pouty lip and smiles sweetly:::&lt;br /&gt; I am excited about my social tonight. We are getting together and reading our favorite Children’s books with hot cocoa and cookies!!! I am going to donate the books to the Open Door Home, it’s a part of the foster care system in town. I am so excited, hopefully there will be a good turn out, I think there will be. &lt;br /&gt; Nicole, Jill, and I had an absolute blast in the car singing along to the Wicked Soundtrack, man we can really belt it! It was sooo Much fun. Jill Should sing one of the songs at the pageant, but she’s going to show her cow instead, which I think is really awesome. We went to wal-mart and I saw one of my students there, it was really funny, because I had just finished telling Jill and Nicole about him, I call him Grace, because he always trips in the hall while dancing to his destination. I met his mom, she seemed really nice and very willing to help in anyway. Gotta love cooperative parents!! &lt;br /&gt;Well off to the never ending lesson plans!!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113832156582693233?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113832156582693233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113832156582693233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113832156582693233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113832156582693233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/wicked-and-microscopesan-unlikely.html' title='Wicked and Microscopes...an unlikely combination'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113677259793967853</id><published>2006-01-08T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:09:57.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>Hello ~ World&lt;br /&gt; AHHH  the calm before the storm.. what is a girl to do? I have had a good few days but tomorrow I start a vile dose of the real world and you know what my masochistic ass will love it. I have to be at school on Monday at 7:25 am for bus duty…boy will I be oddly chipper. Its my survival instincts kicking in. The only way to be awake is to be overly chipper at the cost of annoying everyone around me. Its by 10 am ill crash hard and have to sneak a granola bar during music just to make it to lunch. I am however making my lunch so that should be healthy and really good tasting. I will probably pack too much food as I always do but alas I will eat it after school and before my ESOL class. Yes folks not only am I at the school ALL day, I then have to go to classes at night…pppphhhhttttt. They will be ok there are only 2 classes, I suppose this is what grad school will feel like. Teach all day, go to school at night. Interesting…..  on a more fun note I am going to see WICKED…soooo excited. I re-read wicked over the break and Justin got the book Son of a Which for me signed by the Author for Christmas. It was a great book. The character is my age so I think I relate to him better. It also deals with a different light of philosophy than the first book. I like it a lot more and it has the BEST ending ever. Well one last wal-mart run of the pre-spring season of college academics. Here we go….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113677259793967853?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113677259793967853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113677259793967853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113677259793967853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113677259793967853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2006/01/calm-before-storm.html' title='The calm before the storm'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113571113655252002</id><published>2005-12-27T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:18:56.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas craziness</title><content type='html'>Hello World~&lt;br /&gt;Wow, The craziness of the Christmas Holidays has passed. And in the first time in several years I don't feel let down. I usually have all this build up to the holiday season. Music the day after Thanksgiving (or just a little before to be sacrilegious.) I spend time over each present purchase and subsequent wrapping. I decorate with fervor and dream about what my own home will look like one day. I have these delusions of Grandeur about what I might receive.  In reality I know my family is struggling and anything I receive is a surprise and a blessing. I just seems in the past years that after the presents are unwrapped the holiday is over. Its a sad feeling, very anti-climatic. This year was different, It was more full I guess. I didn't overload myself with music this holiday. I only got presents for those closest to me. I wrapped them all with more love than I usually put into a present. Justin was at my house so I had more to do after the presents were opened.  We watched movies and talked. Mom and I cooked. Justin and I left for his family’s house in South Georgia. It was about a 2 hour drive that was delayed by a bored cop...blah. I was literally 1 mile into a new speed limit, which I had not noticed, and my car was set on cruise.  The speed limit was 70, I had the cruse set to 79. Of course I set  my cruise not thinking this is a wrecked car...not everything is entirely accurate so as I found out I was going  82, which isn't bad except the speed limit had dropped to 65 without my knowledge, which honestly is my fault but not fair. So the nifty city of Forsyth has a website, but unfortunately  my ticket isn't in the system yet so i still don't know how much it is. Justin’s Grandmother on his Mom’s side has family that works at the police station  so maybe she can take care of it. Both Justin and his Dad told me to let them know how much it is, so maybe they will help me if it is a lot. Although I hate to ask them to do anything b/c it is my ticket. I really hope it doesn't raise my insurance. Any who, we get to Justin’s family’s house in time to join them in the drinking fun. Justin and I stayed up talking with his Uncle Mike, who I can only describe in the word of the weekend as Fabulous. His family was very welcoming and for that I am sooooo very grateful. I am glad that I went, and look forward to going again. All in all Christmas was refreshing this year.  &lt;strong&gt;I got my praxis scores today I passed, with average scores...but I passed!&lt;/strong&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113571113655252002?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113571113655252002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113571113655252002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113571113655252002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113571113655252002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-craziness.html' title='Christmas craziness'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113409827280724074</id><published>2005-12-08T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:17:52.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin</title><content type='html'>Hello World~&lt;br /&gt;So I finished my Student teaching portfolio..well 1/3 that is what is due...and I am No over achiever thank you very much. So I am done for the semester. I am about to head to Erin D's apartment for a movie and much catching up. PArt tomrrow..jsutin's yummy stuffing!!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113409827280724074?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113409827280724074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113409827280724074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113409827280724074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113409827280724074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/fin.html' title='Fin'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113354504370706237</id><published>2005-12-02T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:37:23.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy...</title><content type='html'>Hello~World&lt;br /&gt;tee hee hee.. I have a crush... I have a crush on this boy..Well he's actually a man, a good man. He's tall and handsome, and holds me close. When he does, I drink him in, he smells so good. Sometimes if I think hard enough about it, I can smell him while I'm laying in bed trying to go to sleep. Falling asleep is the best, that is when my subconscious can carry my thoughts to where ever I need to be. The dreams come, they are filled with him, with me, sometimes they play out the day others they play out my hopes and desires. Either way they come. The dreams are the best. Waking up only brings the hope that today is the day I will see him. It is so hard to say good bye, it is as if my heart breaks every time, only to be mended when I see him again. &lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee.. I don't have a crush, I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;E~B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113354504370706237?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113354504370706237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113354504370706237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113354504370706237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113354504370706237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/12/boy.html' title='The boy...'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113339811614574169</id><published>2005-11-30T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:48:36.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better</title><content type='html'>Hello World!!&lt;br /&gt;Well it turns out I was up 'till at least 4 am. That is the last time I looked at the clock, dammed thing went off just like it was supposed to at 8 am, biatch. I went to the elementary school and all the students were like “why are your eye’s so red Ms. M?” I had to tell them we were playing the “whisper and only if it is necessary” game. I don’t think they got it. Stupid Migraine. So I picked up the cutest habit from Justin’s sister (whom I absolutely adore) when she’s frustrated she just booooooos the situation. I about died laughing when I heard her say it in the car, she’s 15 and has her learners license. Justin wanted her to take a different street than she was used to and she just started saying Booooo. If I wasn’t belted in I would have fallen over in the seat. To bring this all together I just looked at my students and went Booooooo, Booooooo. They were thoroughly confused and my heart was smiling…all was good with the world. &lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113339811614574169?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113339811614574169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113339811614574169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113339811614574169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113339811614574169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113333571425719529</id><published>2005-11-30T01:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:28:34.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ooops</title><content type='html'>Hello- World, I think I just published a blank blog…prob did ..haha. Anyway. I have had a migraine since Monday evening. My old wonderful roomie gave me some Excedrin Migraine medicine. but  unfortunately  it has about a bazillion grams of caffeine ..is caffeine measured in grams? .it should just like crack.  I have to teach tomorrow and I am not going to be worth crap. ..shit shit shit..and I bet the migraine is back tomorrow ..go figure. The beast project is done and I can nap after class I guess…ok going to take another valid attempt at sleep…please God let the nausea go away&lt;br /&gt;E~B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113333571425719529?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113333571425719529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113333571425719529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113333571425719529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113333571425719529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113333537184617030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113333537184617030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113333537184617030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113254794010129945</id><published>2005-11-20T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:56:07.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test is done!!</title><content type='html'>Hello-World&lt;br /&gt;I took the test, i think I did well, I guess we will see right before christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113254794010129945?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113254794010129945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113254794010129945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113254794010129945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113254794010129945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/test-is-done.html' title='Test is done!!'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113150648490619305</id><published>2005-11-08T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:21:24.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><content type='html'>stressful tears falling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113150648490619305?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113150648490619305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113150648490619305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113150648490619305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113150648490619305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113099136714811300</id><published>2005-11-03T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:16:07.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Hello Owrld&lt;br /&gt;Im sending out a call for prayer. I have a lot of sickness and distress in  the ones I love all around me and I need the voices of those who walk with Christ in prayer to take just a second to pray for the many around me who are dealing with serious issues. Thank you &lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113099136714811300?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113099136714811300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113099136714811300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113099136714811300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113099136714811300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113097622194405013</id><published>2005-11-02T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:03:41.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>had a moment</title><content type='html'>Hello world&lt;br /&gt;I had a moment between paper writing and a study session to visit and blog a bit. Today has been pretty good. I really wanted to get out and do some digital photography but it didnt work out because my bateries are dead in the camera. add that to the wal-mart list. well study time!!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113097622194405013?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113097622194405013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113097622194405013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113097622194405013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113097622194405013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-moment.html' title='had a moment'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113089127024830165</id><published>2005-11-01T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:27:50.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praxis II</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like you finally have one free weekend to sit and enjoy without having to worry about school assignments. I thought I had a weekend like that… that kicked me in the ass didn’t it. Its like Sunday night at 12 midnight my memory finally starts to work...shit I have 100 things to do. F’ing A. oh well. I’m getting it done.  This will be my last post for a while. Every waking moment is going to be dedicated to my portfolio and PRAXIS II, the certification exam that I take on the 19th. Wish me luck this is the most important thus far in my life, if I don’t pass I can’t teach. The study book is staring at me from the book shelf with that smug look saying “ I know you have to open me and I will stress you out and make your next 2 weeks hell, suweeeeeeet.” Smug bastard of a book. Ok work to do!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113089127024830165?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113089127024830165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113089127024830165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113089127024830165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113089127024830165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/11/praxis-ii.html' title='Praxis II'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113045798574898032</id><published>2005-10-27T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:06:25.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun dinner!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello World!!&lt;br /&gt;I have had the most crazy day. All the 5th grade teachers on my team were out for a conference where I am student teaching, so of course all my students were going berserk! But they were good for me and that is all that matters. I convinced myself not to go to Social Psychology b/c I haven't ever skipped it and I knew I could write my a paper that was due for it and e-mail it to him before the class was over (it was really a rough date and today was the "suggested" turn in date... I’m not really worried.) Anyway. Watched Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, another great b-day gift from Justin. I wrote some letters, I love writing letters. Nicole T (not the Mrs. Nicole) went to eat at the student center and insanity ensued. We were sitting around chatting after we finished our burritos and Nicole made her ""oooh I have got a great scheme" A.K.A "I just had a dirty thought face"; they are the same face. I could not for the life of me get her to tell me what she was thinking, so I threw a warning chip at her head (missing on purpose...riiiiight). It bounced off the booth and onto the floor. I picked it up so a poor food service worker wouldn’t have to do it after it had been stepped on a million times. So she insults me in the process (I think) either way I was motivated to throw the chip back at her. SO it bounces off her cheek bone as she cries "Ow my cheekbone&lt;br /&gt;"....like it really hurt or something. Please it’s a chip. She then proceeds to pick up the chip that has now touched..my hands the floor, the booth, her face and the table and takes a bite.....stupid. I look at her and say.."That was on the FLOOR" she immediately spits it out looks at my innocently and says “oh I forgot"..."It was like 5 seconds ago!" ahhh good times!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113045798574898032?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113045798574898032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113045798574898032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113045798574898032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113045798574898032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/10/fun-dinner.html' title='fun dinner!!!'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-113012065718890305</id><published>2005-10-24T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:24:17.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;I would love to give a huge thanks to all my friends and family who made my birthday amazing and wonderful. Thanks to the ladies who went to Chili's (and Justin and Marcos) We had some good laughs. An even Bigger thanks to the ladies who went with me to the club so I wasn't all by myself (and Justin and Marcos.) AND a BIG hug and kiss those who showed up at my surprise party. An even bigger hug and Kiss to Justin for lying, manipulating and going behind my back to get it all accomplished. I love that man!! I’m serious, he made that party a complete surprise. Well i am sick again so I am heading to bed, I Heart you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-113012065718890305?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/113012065718890305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=113012065718890305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113012065718890305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/113012065718890305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112916136401746018</id><published>2005-10-12T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:14:44.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick...I really seem to do this a lot</title><content type='html'>Hello world....&lt;br /&gt;Again I am sick, I know I know. I should be in bed. Well... Ok I have Bronchitis, a sinus infection and an ear infection. It's not like I can get just a little sick no my body saves itself up for a total melt down every few months. I can't just get an ear infection..No my whole freaking head has to get an infection. Ever feel like a big pimple....nevermind. Anyway. I had a crazy fall break. I went home to see my family. Saturday I went with Justin's (awww, big o smile) family to six flags. These people know how to make me laugh, I tell ya. I had a great time even with his dad calling me fat ass (all in pure fun) I got him a few times tho, I think that is why he likes me.. I keep him on his toes and a little humble. HAHA. Nah we left before fright fest b/c I really started to feel sick. We were supposed to go salsa dancing in Atlanta, but that got scrapped, stupid sickness. When I woke up from my nap I had hardly any voice. And it was all down hill from there. Well my time with Internet is up&lt;br /&gt;Love yous&lt;br /&gt;E~B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112916136401746018?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112916136401746018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112916136401746018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112916136401746018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112916136401746018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/10/sicki-really-seem-to-do-this-lot.html' title='Sick...I really seem to do this a lot'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112846765391948205</id><published>2005-10-04T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:14:13.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Computer</title><content type='html'>Helloooooo WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am in a great mood. I got to spend the whole weekend with Justin. It was very nice. I love that guy. He really is great. We had a lot of great talks this weekend. We chatted about Thanksgiving/Christmas plans what we are going to do about our respective families and different traditions. I think we got it worked out though. We camped on Campus at this fun event. It was freaking cold. You bet this city girl wont be doing that again soon. &lt;br /&gt;I got really freaked out today. I was teaching an improvised lesson today and the freaking principal came in and observed me....WHAT THE HECK. My teacher told me that I didn't even flinch..Oh yea that was my subconscious hiding under the desk. Yikes. Oh well. I survived then had to discipline a student..That was scary. Not the proper forum for that discussion. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to DeMolay and met up with Jer. He owns a computer company Peacock Computers and he is totally hooking me up with a new computer. I wrote him a check yesterday and I should have it very soon. I am sooooo excited. He is going to make it purple with lights and such. We are naming it Charlotte.... I think. I wanted to name it Betty but they said it was too old of a name..Hey its my computer..Bah ram you. On a sweet boy note. He left me a letter in my purse. It was really sweet. AND Jessie (his sister) is going to be writing me a letter too. I am soooo excited about that. I love her like a sister and the fact that she would spend time to write me a letter makes me feel really good. &lt;br /&gt;I have a test in social psy Thursday. I got an 80 on the pre-test..That was good. Lots of extra credit points. I am excited. Ok enough randomness...&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112846765391948205?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112846765391948205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112846765391948205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112846765391948205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112846765391948205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-computer.html' title='New Computer'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112794784459967732</id><published>2005-09-28T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:50:44.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow your roll</title><content type='html'>Hello World,&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a semester. Well soon after I posted my last Blog I was shut out from the internet world by the harsh and cruel IT folks here at school. I had all the requirements met, but I did not have enough space on my computer..So I called around to find out about buying more RAM. My computer is soooo old they don't make RAM for my computer any more...SOL in that department. I am well on my way to obtaining a new computer, slightly ahead of schedule..I was going to buy a new one after I graduated and had a job that made life conducive to spending money. On a More positive note Justin and I are doing great. He is such a wonderful man. Here are a couple of milestones that were missed in my internet void life. He told me he loved me (of course it was recipicated). We went to see Phantom of the Opera..soooo amazing. We went to Maggianos in Atlanta last weekend. This weekend he is coming up to school for our founders day celebration. Good times! Camping on campus good times. I cant wait to see Justin, my family ..My puppy who hoo for puppy!! &lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112794784459967732?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112794784459967732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112794784459967732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112794784459967732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112794784459967732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/09/slow-your-roll.html' title='Slow your roll'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112422703958176033</id><published>2005-08-16T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:17:19.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello World~&lt;br /&gt;I am back at school and stressing the F out. Well sorta, I think I am handling it well. It is my body that is freaking out. I have been here since the 29th of July. I had a full week of Pre-Planning at the school I am student teaching at. Then a full week all day, everyday with my students. Starting the 10th I had to go from a full day of 5th grade to RA training. WHoo-Hooo. I got to see all my friends. So this week is all RA stuff, no School. I have to write a lesson plan, Prob tonight for next week and send it to my teacher. Well then This weekend, Justin's Grandfather died. I had met him before, but it was in passing a few years ago. Justin and I had been talking about me going down there and meeting him in the context of the girlfriend, Ya know? Well he died, so Kemi drove me to my house so I could get my car. My parents are using my car until they can get theirs fixed. Then I drove to Macon for the wake, stayed the night with his fam, then drove back Sunday morning, so I could get more training. My ear started hurting then, I ignored it, by yesterday I couldn't stand it. I went to the health center and got checked out, Inner and outer ear infection...who hoo. blah. It really doesn't hurt THAT bad so I am not using it as an excuse to miss anything, besides I have work to do. Actually I am done with my hall stuff, got it all up today, so I am ready to go. Well I am going to lay down and let my ear drops soak in. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112422703958176033?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112422703958176033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112422703958176033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112422703958176033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112422703958176033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-world-i-am-back-at-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112197905967455084</id><published>2005-07-21T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:50:59.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello~World&lt;br /&gt;today was a nice break from the norm. Mom, Lindsay, Michael and I went to the lake in town. Lindsay and Michael are our new neighbors, Lindsay is 14 and Michael will be 15 in a week. Anyway we went to the lake and because of all the rain that we have had the lake was way up and really murky. It was warm tho, we didn't freeze to death. We were playing near the floating barrier that indicates where recreational swimming must not go past and I pushed myself up onto it to sit. When I lifted myself up all the dirt that was in the water covered all the little hairs on my body...So I looked like a balding Irish sasquatch (seeing as I don't have a lot of body hair and our dirt is red.) Everyone else pushed themselves out of the water to find the same grossness. We didn't stay in the water much longer. &lt;br /&gt;I have had a really hard time breathing lately.. I'm sure it is because I'm living in a house with two chain smokers...It makes me sick and they don't even care..Ok I'm getting off this subject before I get mad.  &lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to take a nap the sun and water wore me out&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112197905967455084?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112197905967455084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112197905967455084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112197905967455084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112197905967455084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/helloworld-today-was-nice-break-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112129411007746638</id><published>2005-07-13T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:35:10.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH finally</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have been dyeing to tell everyone about this and now I can. Most of you will say "yea so, I figured as much" but Justin and I are dating and have been for about 3 weeks now. There are a few reasons we didn't want to tell you. A. If we told everyone then it didn't work out we would have to tell everyone why, a lot of exposition for something no one likes to talk about. B. We wanted to avoid gossip all together. OK so I really want to take a moment to tell you how amazing Justin has been to me. The biggie is he is taking me to see Phantom of the Opera at the Fox in Atlanta. We went dancing in the rain and he sang to me. Everything he says is Genuine. Anyone who knows us knows that this has been coming for a long time, it just took a while for us to get our acts together. For those who don't know. He was in DeMolay and I was in Rainbow together. We actually can't remember the first time we met..Its more like we were always at the same functions and sorta hung with the same people. Anyway, he asked me to his Junior homecoming as friends and while we were at the dance I practically told him if he calls me we could go out again...Being a typical boy he didn't hear that part. He says he never asked me out again b/c I was much "unattainable" whatever. Anyway. We just became great friends. Well at the beginning of the summer we started hanging out in a large group of mutual friends. And now we are dating..Its all very exciting. Well there is the readers digest  version..More to come I'm sure!!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112129411007746638?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112129411007746638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112129411007746638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112129411007746638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112129411007746638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahhhh-finally.html' title='AHHHH finally'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112059564307655404</id><published>2005-07-05T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:34:03.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking way too much</title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been pretty busy. Dating and such...Its going really great! Anyway, I walked in the Marietta Parade yesterday for the forth of July, It was great weather, very overcast so it was not too hot, and on the same note it didn't rain. I walked with SSL DeMolay as their acting sweetheart, its just odd to have the guys call me Mom Beth then be the sweetheart again. So we walked about 2 miles thru the parade then walked around the square, then walked back...I am pretty wore out. I have family in from Kentucky so we had ourselves a little party. I invited Justin, Adam and Marcos to come over but Adam had family stuff and Marcos well, he just never showed up or called, he was in a funky mood anyway. Justin and his sister and pseudo sister came, it was good times. We played rummy and ate good food. Today I was completely wore out. Rose called and wanted to play tennis but it was already too hot and I am sore from all that walking. Mom, Jeneen, Don and I went to the pottery barn in town and walked and walked around, found some cool paintings of Venice for 1$, that was cool. But I am completely exhausted, and I'm sure you are tired of my whining...Nap time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112059564307655404?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112059564307655404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112059564307655404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112059564307655404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112059564307655404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/07/walking-way-too-much.html' title='Walking way too much'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-112000747536925415</id><published>2005-06-28T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:11:15.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;I took my last test in Geology today. It was relatively painless, but I will be finding out my grade on the test tomorrow. I am now studying about 500 flash cards that I have accumulated since the beginning of the month. I am about burnt out on this class, I'm glad that my final is Thursday and then I am done. Well on another fustrating note. I CANNOT get my DVD player to work at all. It won't run through my satellite box. I even hooked it directly to the television and it still is giving me crap. I really don't understand why it is being so stubborn. I don't get it. Oh well. For those who know about International Order of the Rainbow for girls this last part will mean something to you, if you don't; leave me a message and I will explain it. Ok so I am about to Majority (a ceremony for those who are too old to participate any more) at this year's Grand Assembly. My assembly put together a special surprise presentation for Leslie and I. Each of the Girls read a letter addressed to each of us. They had amazing things to say. My parents showed up and a lot of my friends. I really felt loved and I needed it. The assembly presented us with these beautiful jewelry boxes with our names engraved on the top. &lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-112000747536925415?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/112000747536925415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=112000747536925415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112000747536925415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/112000747536925415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111920926557911426</id><published>2005-06-19T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:27:45.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Hello~World&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are doing well! I feel I have to respond to you guy's comments on the sexual harassment. I have confronted the guy about it. I fist asked him if he was High, he said he was not. I told him that he was acting really inappropriate and that It made me really uncomfortable and if he did it again I will have to let Shayne (my manager know) so if he is stupid enough to try again he is not worth my concern when I tell my manager what he has done. This is crap I don't need this. Anyway the title of this post is called closer. I watched a movie last night it was called closer, it is a very strange view of love and relationships. Basically people fall in love and sleep with other people to hurt them. It was amazing acting but and directing but the stories were really messed up. I can not imagine a relationship where all you want to do is hurt the other person, I couldn't handle that. I don't see how they live with themselves. Maybe I'm just too naive.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111920926557911426?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111920926557911426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111920926557911426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111920926557911426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111920926557911426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111888136712006453</id><published>2005-06-15T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:22:47.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I have to look at one more rock....</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;Well my Geology class is well under way. I am there everyday from 10-12 then lab from 1-3 on Monday and Wednesdays. Good News, no more labs for the rest of the week and only 3 more to deal with. I completely cut out early today. :::Shame on me, shakes head::::: Not really. We had a double lab today. We took a quiz which was super hard and that took everyone about a half hour, they are designed to take 5-10 minutes, I think that is a clue that it is a bit difficult. Anyway. Then she lectured for 30 minutes. That left us about 1 hour to do about 2 hours worth of work. Anyway I didn't just leave because there was a shit load of work to do. I wanted to buy my father a sweatshirt from my college for father's day, hey it is what he said he wanted. Anyway. And my Aunt gave me money to buy my younger cousin one too, so the bookstore closes at 4, so I had to leave around 2:30 to make it on time. So at 2:15 the teacher left to put the rocks away and I took off. It really doesn't matter that I did not do the lab, She doesn't grade our lab books, Half of our grade in online quizzes and the other half is in class quizzes. So all I really need to do is take a quiz online then show up and take the quiz and I can still make an A. Besides the stuff we are doing now we have already taken a test on in the lecture, so as Justin so elegantly put it "F those rocks!" hell ya, see ya Biotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my harasser is at it again. The same guy who was verbally inappropriate with me at Christmas at the grocery store! He has been sooo good all summer, he hasn't even looked at me sideways all summer. Anyway I walk back there to get some ice and he says ....In front of the manager, Hey sexy. Ok so that is not so bad but he continued the whole 3 minutes I was back there. He asked if I wanted to go in the cooler and make out....I was like I have to go. Moments after I arrived at the front of the store he was up there trying to talk the manager into giving me a break. So later when he got off work in the deli, I turned around and he was right behind me. He was like oh man you weren't supposed to see me, I was going to get a handful" I said "Of what?" he looked at me and took a step closer and was like "ummm, your back...." And smiled. I said have a good night and walked away. I really wonder if he was High, I really think he was. He was like a different person. I am going to ask him, I bet he tells me the truth, then I'm going to tell him not to act that way any more, it makes me uncomfortable and makes him look like an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a test tomorrow, talk to you folks later&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111888136712006453?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111888136712006453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111888136712006453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111888136712006453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111888136712006453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-i-have-to-look-at-one-more-rock.html' title='If I have to look at one more rock....'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111673173577665334</id><published>2005-05-22T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:15:35.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being single and 21</title><content type='html'>Hello World                                                                                                                                                    Ok so I really haven't been single for a long time. Lasr time I was single I sorta had someone waiting in the wings and I really wasen't single emotionally, which is not a bad thing.. I don't regret dating Scrap in any way. But in retrospect I didn't have an oportunity to be single, or to even get a good look around. I have started to look, and just that..I am just looking.  Making observations about what I am attracted to, what I notice, what makes me notice guys. It is very different from the last time I dated around (really dated around), which was almost 5 years ago. Instead of trying to decide if they are too old, i am starting to look and see if they are too young. If I think a guy is cute..and this is so sad that I am at this age...the next thing I look for is a wedding ring. ::::shakes head:::: Im only 21, I should not have to look for a wedding ring.  Even sadder is that I find one most of the time.  My prostpects for the summer look bleak for my "looking" I am at the grocery store most of the time and I have only seen a few that looked like they had potential, but then they had a wedding ring or smoked or even more gross..they dipped.  I am taking a class at West Ga, but two problems with that, I am sorta looking beyond college age, I am 21, I really want an older guy; who has a job; who may be in graduate school....not a requiremnt. I do want someone who has graduated college though. Then for the prospect of my "looking" West Ga. has a policy that you must finish your "core" before you start your major... this is a basic Geo class...mostly freshmen and sophmores.  18 and 19 yr olds. I need a little more maturity. I will be teaching in a mere year.                                                              I am also finding out I am a bit high matinenece, not the "I expect you to pay for my clothes, makeup and Gas" High matinence but the, I want to talk to you at least once a day, even if it is right before I go to bed. I like cards or notes everyonce in a while. If we go anywhere together I would like for you to pay, but on that note I also understand if you are still in school and have only enough moeny for an occasional date (At which I do expect you to pay).  I like to go out and I like to stay in as long as it has a blalance, we arn't going out every night alone, but we dont sit in the room and watch TV...which has it's perks  (kissing). I am a bit spoiled, I like my car door opened every time and I like all doors to be opened for me.  Is all this bad, let me know what you think, do i expect too much? Also I would like to note, I am not going to decline a second date even  if I have to open every door as long as you prove a fun and intersting date. I have to feel a chemistry between us.  The following list is my "I am not going to buge on" list:                     He must not Smoke,                                                                                                                                    He must not Dip,                                                                                                                                        He must be a christian,                                                                                                                                He Must be respectful to me and the people around  us.                                                                         I am pretty tired, see you guys lata                                                                                                          Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111673173577665334?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111673173577665334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111673173577665334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111673173577665334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111673173577665334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/being-single-and-21.html' title='Being single and 21'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111619333719963208</id><published>2005-05-15T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:42:17.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting night</title><content type='html'>Hello-World&lt;br /&gt;Ok so last night my friend Justin was having an impromptu party and I really wanted to go. Here lies the problem. My family just got a new puppy and we have to get up at 6 am and let her out. My mom went to Kentucky to get the car fixed and so the puppy responsibilities fall on me, because we know my dad is not going to do it. So anyways I couldn't go to the party b/c its about an hour and a half away. Justin and I thought over and came up with some ideas. Take the puppy with me... That is sorta irresponsible and I don't think mom would have liked it very much. I asked dad, he said he wouldn't have been able to wake up with her. So I sat down and watched a movie at the house. I tried calling mom at my Aunt's house, no answer. Oh well, time to be an adult. I called mom around 11 and she was like "why didn't you take the puppy with you?" all I could think "are you shitting me?" I really wanted to go to this stupid party. Oh well. I rolled over and went to bed. Justin called at 1 am...Really really drunk, as are most of his late night calls to me (not that he drinks a lot, but if he calls in the middle of the night...that is the reason). I told him what mom said and he was like..."are you shitting me?" ::::shakes head:::: So after he called I couldn't fall asleep. My back kept cramping up so I took some of my medicine which also knocks me out. I read for a while, did some sewing, read some more. I finally fell asleep about 4. I did not hear the dog whine and bark at 6 if she even did. I barely remember turning off my alarm. I remember reading the word "off" and hitting that button and that is it. I woke up at 11 when my mom called. I let the dog out and fed her. I went back to bed, I had a terrible dream. All I remember is that I was taking pictures of people in mascot costumes who were in some sort of a parade from a cliff top. I was also in a mascot costume. Then I went down the hill and all of the sudden I was not in my costume any more and there were about 4 people standing outside of a garage like place. I killed them all..staight up murder. I was soo angry with them all. Then the rest of the time I was covering it all up. I don't remember how I killed them but I did and I was hiding and lieing the whole time. The detective that was around the crime scene was "on to" me but he never caught me he was the guy who plays Kojack on TNT's show. I woke up feeling very sick, very very sick. I thought I was going to throw up and I had this unimaginable guilt over it. It was so real. I still feel sick when I think about it. I just had to write it down..what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111619333719963208?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111619333719963208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111619333719963208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111619333719963208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111619333719963208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/interesting-night.html' title='Interesting night'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111619158197660384</id><published>2005-05-15T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:44:17.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok My Trip for real</title><content type='html'>Hello~World&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here are the details. We left on Monday the 2nd and arrived on Wednesday the 4th and got to the hotel about 1 am. It was a long, long flight but it was ok. We went out and toured Manila for the day and got to know out hosts. We flew to Tacloban and attended the conference, I was able to meet so many wonderful people and learn so much about the Philippines. When we flew back we went to the biggest mall....It was so huge. The next day we drove to see the world smallest volcano. Which was really cool. It was in the middle of this really huge lake. I found out later the lake was actually the crater of a larger dead volcano....I can only imagine how big this volcano really is or what an eruption would be like.&lt;br /&gt;In the total we traveled 3 days we were in conference 4 days and 3 days free. I would have liked to stay longer but Kim only had so many days off work. Well there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111619158197660384?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111619158197660384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111619158197660384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111619158197660384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111619158197660384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-my-trip-for-real.html' title='Ok My Trip for real'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111586221289478207</id><published>2005-05-11T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:43:32.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Philippines</title><content type='html'>Hello World                                                                                                                                                    I have been traveling halfway across the world...exactly.  The Philippines are a group of 7, 725 islands int he pacific...dang that is alot. I had a wonderful time, but seeing as I just landed I will tell the full story later    ~Eliza Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111586221289478207?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111586221289478207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111586221289478207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111586221289478207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111586221289478207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/philippines.html' title='The Philippines'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111586197135939270</id><published>2005-05-02T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:39:31.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movin out</title><content type='html'>Hello World!                                                                                                                                                Moving out never gets easier. This year was worse, all my freshmen leaving broke my heart I will miss them over the summer and I will really miss those who are not comming back at all. I will miss my friends, but les is staying in atlanta, and katie is near. Rachel is not really that far away. Court will be pretty far, but at NASA so i forgive her. JP is near and so is Janna. I will be ok this summe. It stinks that I am moving in early I will have Nicole close then! All the signs and decorations had to be taken down, it was sad. I managed to keep it together until Janna and I cleared the hall and i was leaving...then i let a tear fall.  anyway..philippines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111586197135939270?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111586197135939270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111586197135939270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111586197135939270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111586197135939270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/05/movin-out.html' title='movin out'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111463597399840542</id><published>2005-04-27T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:06:14.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love horoscope</title><content type='html'>Hello world&lt;br /&gt;ok so this is kinda creepy, this is the description of m "love style" my comments are in &lt;em&gt;Italics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/span&gt; You are open minded enough to date outside your typical "type" ... Successfully!You are diplomatic - and likely to end a fight instead of dragging things out.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ( I definitely will end it as soon a possibly and will not do it in public )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You are easily loyal and faithful, but only for the right person. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I am like this with my friends too)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/span&gt; You're a bit gullible, and partners take advantage of you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(my mom says this too )&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;You still may not know it.You find it difficult to decide where to go to dinner, what movie to watch, who to date...You have to be in a relationship, or else you just don't feel like yourself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(now that is a creepy fact that I haven't really thought about but it is true)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your ideal partner&lt;/strong&gt;: A smooth talker who enjoys socializing as much as you to. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( I am an extreme extrovert )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Someone classy and cultured who knows which wine to order with dinner. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( I love wine) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Is beautiful to you - although not necessarily attractive in the traditional sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/span&gt; Romantic. If your date comes bearing flowers, wine, and poetry... Well, your heart soars. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yep!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/span&gt; Giving. Your lover's pleasure is as important as your own.Soft and sensual - you don't like anything to be rough.Extravagant ... your fantasy involves staying at a five star hotel with your love. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(well I don't know about all that yet, but it sounds right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tips for the future&lt;/span&gt;: Don't be so quick to compromise in relationships - and you'll get taken advantage of yes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(again with my mom! ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Try being single for a while. Seems impossible, but you'll learn so much about yourself from doing so.Make some decisions about your romantic life, right now. You'll be happy that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/span&gt; Green &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( I have olive skin, I don't think so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best day for a date&lt;/span&gt;: Wednesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111463597399840542?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111463597399840542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111463597399840542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111463597399840542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111463597399840542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-horoscope.html' title='Love horoscope'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111463511713942151</id><published>2005-04-27T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:51:57.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken More..I KNOW!</title><content type='html'>Hello world&lt;br /&gt;So I totally burned myself at work. AGAIN....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I know. Anyway I was simmering some veggies and I was heating the oil in the frying pan and moved it too fast and it sloshed up on my hand that was holding the pan. It left blisters to show its strength..Jerk. I went to the heath center on campus then they sent me to urgent care. Urgent care just wrapped it...just like they would have done at the health center. so stupid. Anyway so my parents got a puppy, it was givent to them by the new neighbor's kid...Mom is about worn out from this puppy. My dad wants to call it Chico..I say chica..its a girl but he wont give. Oh well its like a boy named Sue I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eliza-Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111463511713942151?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111463511713942151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111463511713942151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111463511713942151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111463511713942151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/broken-morei-know.html' title='Broken More..I KNOW!'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111437318928622298</id><published>2005-04-24T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:06:29.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken again</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it is finals week and here I am single once again.  This is not a Scrap bashing, he is a Godly man who has done what he feels best and I am starting to agree. What was said to me is that he cannot give me in a realtionship what I deserve. He cannot reciprocate the attention, time and affection I give him. He cannot see himself falling in love and neither of us want to or deserve to be dragged along in a relatioship that is not going anywhere. The more I think about it the more we were too different to start with. We had a crazy attraction that started it all and we based it with God which really carried it all, but our philosphy on life, children (in general, not our own), education, work was all very different. We would have converstations with deep debates that would cause me to think, for only a split second, "Am I willing to comprmise on this; that I feel so very passionatley about?" Then it was gone.  God is taking me in a new direction and I feel ready for it. Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111437318928622298?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111437318928622298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111437318928622298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111437318928622298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111437318928622298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/broken-again.html' title='Broken again'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111395576998912488</id><published>2005-04-19T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:09:29.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud bikes</title><content type='html'>Hello-World&lt;br /&gt;Something crazy is going on and those who know me, know what it is. I promise I will disclose later. But for now I just want to write. I went for a ride on my friends Honda Shadow today...Blasphemy I know..Daughter of a Harley guy on a Honda..At least it wasn't a crotch rocket. It was good times. We rode up to mountain campus and just rode. It has been a long time since I have been on a bike and I really missed it. It makes me want my father's again. I had practically let the idea become just that..An idea. But now I feel it again. Man I want to learn to ride and have my own bike. :::Sigh:::&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I was attacked by a beetle last night. I was on the Phone with Scrap and I kept hearing a buzzing like you hear when there is a fly between the screen and the window. Sometimes I wonder how that huge fly ended up between these two things, where there is no clear way in or out...Especially for a fly of that size...I digress. So I hear the buzzing...Scrap thinks I'm crazy anyway, roommate can't hear it. I decided that they are right and ignore my now inner buzzing. That is all well and good till my "inner buzzing" decides to attack my ear....I scream, knock my care bear down..Which scares my roommate. Scrap has decided that I fell off my loft and died, and he is all like "are you ok?" my roommate takes a less affectionate route..What the hell was that? She asks. And then she hears it behind her. After convincing Scrap that I am neither dead or crazy I hang my head over the loft to see if I can be of assisstance to my roommate who is frantically searching for the ear beetle. She gives up just about the time I see it on the pillow on her lap...I cant say anything...I just point...She freaks out and throws the pillow...SCREWED!!! The bug is spared again. He finds his way back to her pillow..Apparently these things like Chrunoble orange. Hell it looks like a product of churnoble. Anyways...Roommate successfully smashes the bug and the pillow now remains in the middle of our dorm room like it hold the ebola virus in its folds. Neither of us want to deal with "ear" beetle guts..uh huh, no way..its her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye World&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111395576998912488?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111395576998912488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111395576998912488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111395576998912488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111395576998912488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/loud-bikes.html' title='Loud bikes'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111307934976191763</id><published>2005-04-09T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:42:29.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whadda Day</title><content type='html'>Hello-World&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is cranky today....I understand I too am cranky sometimes..stop laughing...im not that cranky that much am I? nah Scrap was cranky on the phone he actually got smart with me on the phone. That is a first, I guess we really are in a relationship; not that I was doubting. Then I was teasing my roommate. I had this little suringe the oral surgeon gave me extra to play with..i guess he thinks im like 12 or something. Anyways so I filled it with water and hid it in the long front pocket of my sweatshirt, sat on my roomies bed and was talking to her, squirted a little on her and it upset her, for which I am sorry, Honestly. but she was a little cranky in telling me why it was wrong to squirt 2 oz of water on her. I didn't mean to get any on her bed, but its warm out itll evaporate in like 6 seconds. I have been talking to people in the philippeniens on yahoo messanger, its very exciting that I will be hanging out with them very soon.&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with the girls last night. We watched the complete works of william shakespear(sp?) done by a 3 man troupe in about an hour and a half. It was sooo funny. We had a great time. I helped with this incomming freshmen program here at school. I was on the acedemic pannel representing Early Childhood Education. It was very exciting, well not exciting, but I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;I left my criteria for writing my paper at home, thus i cannot write it untill someone comes back to campus with a copy that I can copy..feeling silly.... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;On ward and forward to other school work&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111307934976191763?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111307934976191763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111307934976191763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111307934976191763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111307934976191763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/whadda-day.html' title='Whadda Day'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111245440069209533</id><published>2005-04-02T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T09:06:40.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>outch</title><content type='html'>Hello~World&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the oral surgeon because of my tooth/head problems..if you dont know check out my easyjournal archives, it is not that far back. anyways. I just wanted to get it checked out and he was like, we can do that now if you want....i didnt know what to say, ok i guess. It was honestly the best time to do it. So they nitros oxide-ed me and i was very numb because he gave me like 6 shots of novacane apperantly. but i wasent asleep i was in the gased up state where i really didnt care to move, i guess that is the point. anyway. I remember while he was waiting for me to get good and gased up i was tingling all over, it sorta felt like i was swimming under water. I started praying for myself, the doctor, the nurse, the people who make the tools and the gas, i prayed for the people who made the chair, so that it wouldnt colapse, i prayed for the people who made the gauze. i made sure anyone who had anything to do with this surgery was getting prayed for . I was also kinda loopy...there you go. so im awake during the procedure but i have no will to move. anways i hear this huge crack and because i cant feel anything i am thinking is that my tooth or is it my jaw...i just had a friend who had jaw surgery. like i said i was loopy. anyways it is out now and i feel like crap. to quote Dennis' away message the other night. "Im out like Eliza's molar"&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111245440069209533?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111245440069209533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111245440069209533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111245440069209533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111245440069209533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/04/outch.html' title='outch'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111223237687044808</id><published>2005-03-30T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:26:16.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those...Weeks</title><content type='html'>Hello-World&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy few weeks here. I had 2 tests last week, one paper this week, a paper next monday. Life is good other than that. I have been getting good grades, A B range. Scrap didn't give me anything for easter which is fine because i didn't get him anything either. I really don't see easter as a gift giving time. My aunt however does and she freaked out when she found out I did not get a gift. Silly lady. He and I made a wonderful easter lunch together with my friend Courtney and it was a really nice time of fellowship and food. (sounding a litte southern babtist there.)&lt;br /&gt;I saw something really sad on the news that made me cry today. A little 5 year old girl called 911 when her parents were shot to death earlier today. Apparently the person who shot them thought that they turned him in for growing marjuana in his home, in actuality it was a tip from another arrest. Anyway the little girl was in the home when the man came in and shot the parents of the little girl and then himself. They played the recording of the little girl calling 911. She was like " my parents...um...there are bullets on the floor. " The 911 operater asked her what she saw "I see my Daddy he has blood comming out of his mouth, he fell on the floor, I think he is dead, I think my parents are dead." This makes me want to cry, a 5 year old had to report her parent's murder and watch their dead bodies. :::shakes head::: this just isint right.&lt;br /&gt;I live with this fear and knowledge that my parents are going to die. I would be very upset if my mother died but i would be ok because i know she is going to heaven. my father on the other hand I am not sure. He has a hard time believeing he can be forgiven for all that he did in Vietnam. It is a completley abstract concept to him. I dont think he has forgiven himself that is why he cannot see anyone else forgiving him. It is very hard for me to swallow the idea of not being forgiven for anything, our God is a wonderful God.&lt;br /&gt;Well off to paper writing land&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111223237687044808?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111223237687044808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111223237687044808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111223237687044808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111223237687044808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-of-thoseweeks.html' title='one of those...Weeks'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111162233529108785</id><published>2005-03-23T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:58:55.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Night</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda had a rough night last night. It started with my girls being gone for the social I planned so they could design their t-shirts for the hall. I had no residents to plan their own t-shirts, well i had about 3 and that really wont cut it for a hall t-shrit. Then i get some really conflicting information about one of my classes.  My roommate got all pissy with me because no one showed up to the social. I call my boyfriend and he tells me to "screw 'em" (in refrence to everyone blowing me off) My mom calles and tells me shes taking my Dad to the hospitol (he had a seizure, hes fine now.) I get in my car to go see Scrap (my boyfriend) and my rear view mirror falls off, it starts to rain. I thought "Well good thing i filled my windshield wiper fluid"...oh no i just dosent work, of course. I still haden't had time to shower. It was just rough. Today is better but I have a test friday and a rough draft of a huge paper due monday, i have to work all weekend.....meh!&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note:&lt;br /&gt;~No severe weather came through town tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;~I found my nalgene bottle&lt;br /&gt;~ everyone thought my braids were cute&lt;br /&gt;~Nicole is writing up the stuff for our board&lt;br /&gt;~I get to register online on monday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;~My VA check should be here soon...yeh&lt;br /&gt;~Tax returns came in the mail&lt;br /&gt;~God Is Good&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111162233529108785?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111162233529108785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111162233529108785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111162233529108785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111162233529108785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/03/rough-night.html' title='Rough Night'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11610012.post-111145633680422467</id><published>2005-03-21T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:52:16.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello~World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I had to start a new Journal because my old online journal wouldnt let me post anything new, to hell with them.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to south Carolina two weekends ago...all the way to Charleston. It took about 6 hrs to get there. One of my friends Ashely and My boyfriend went with me. For the record. Ashely slept together and My boyfriend in a different bed.. just making that clear for those who don't know me well. OK back to the story. We drove up there on friday and checked in to the hotel, got to the room. on the 7th floor .the bathroom light wouldnt work. Go back down stairs with all our crap, Got a new room, on the 7th floor went up and the room had not been cleaned. we haul our crap back down stairs, she gives us 2 sets of keys and tells us to pick which room we like best. Back to the 7th floor. Aha they are both great. Ash picks the one that is most appealing to her and we settle in. Poor Scrap had to take the other keys back down stairs. We finally get settled in and all the week before Scrap was making all these jokes about Ash keeping us up and such. we lay down, say good night. Ashley get cuddly and Scrap starts to talk....i had to say good night like three times...it was quite humorous. NExt morning we wake up and make our was to Downtown Charleston. It was beautiful. we park at the visitor center and walk all over town. We walked down to the waterfront and took a tour of fort Sumter. The beginning of the civil war..very cool I think. I made sure I called my boss and rubbed in that I was there, he is a huge civil war buff. I bought him a cool pin, he collects them. We board the ferry it is about 70 outside and sunny, we get off the ferry its about 50 outside and dark...we are then informed of the severe thunderstorm warning in the area...I am terrified of storms...Ashley is worse. We walked around and got a little wet and really cold. It it a really cool place with a neat little musem on it. We had a great time and headed back for the mainland. When we arrived we noticed that we missed the brunt of the storm, there were debris everywhere. Good thing we missed it. We got some lunch and headed back to the hote room to rest a little before the concert. We all rested and watched tv for about 30 min and then got ready. We left for the Eagles concert and stopped at a Mc Donalds...ewww for dinner. The Concert was freaking awesome. we were really close but we were seated behind the stage. we could see them but they also had big screens with the front of the concert so we could see better. It was amazing. They are such great musicains. The next morning we got up and went out to eat a a nice resturant on king street, the shopping district. and headed out. It was a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I have been teaching this week and it has been really stressful and exciting at the same time. I wasent able to do any of my fun activities with the students because of an assembly but hopefuly i will be able to do it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So its really bothering me that I wasent nominated for a work award. I work 10 hrs in food services, i used to work totally in the office then b/c sutdents quit i was moved to the dishroom...without complaint mind you...and this is worthy of complaint. I usually stay later than I am schedueled so I can help them in the office and clean stuff. I have only called in once and I had a fever. I am never late. I always have a good attitude (well mostly) I dont know what i did to upset my boss. I feel silly for complaining when i really shouldnt expect this stuff anyways right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had spring break!&lt;br /&gt;I went to my cousin's wedding in Kentucky, it was good fun. Mom and I hit some good snow on the way up there. The kind, that if it sticks, makes really good snowmen. We got there just in time to help set up for the wedding. We had a good time, minus the typical fam tension that comes with the day for the wedding. The wedding was wonderful, it turned out great. The rest of the weekend was fun. we went to see Constantine, great movie. Played with the babies...extra fun.&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Chattanooga for St. Patties day, talked a while with the bar tender because we got there really early, ended up getting a free drink out of it, very nice. We danced the night away then stayed at a freinds house, it was a awesome girls night out!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Eliza~Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11610012-111145633680422467?l=elizabethjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/111145633680422467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11610012&amp;postID=111145633680422467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111145633680422467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11610012/posts/default/111145633680422467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethjournal.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-journal.html' title='New Journal'/><author><name>Eliza~Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18400867992576473291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
