NEW SHOES

Last night I went to this mass media banquet. It was nice but it took forever... like two and a half hours.... Ridiculous if you ask me. I liked the speaker however... most of the presentation was him showing his success through video clips but at the end he briefly talked about marketing yourself as an individual.

I feel as though I'm some who who tries to market themselves in a positive way. AKA: I'm friendly and try to appear nice.

As far as in the job site I have always been known as a hard worker. I'm often astounded by individuals and their lack of drive. Why do workers have to be told to do? Isn't it apparent that the floor needs to be swept?

Many times I have considered how I market myself in the world. How am I perceived by students, professors, peers, friends, family, etc? When someone looks at me, what do they automatically think? What is their very first impression of me?

Some individuals seem to think I scream high maintenance as well as anger, apparently my straight face looks "pissed off".

Other's classify me as a dumb blond. Saying it's due to my "bubbly personality".

Hopefully after getting to know me better, people can understand the real me. However, in the meantime I'll continue searching to find a way to market myself better in the real world.

I'm learning to play this song.... NEW SHOES! ...on the guitar! I know... BRILLIANT! I'm trying to figure out exactly how I want to sing it though... since his voice is amazing! Also it's been interesting because he talks some of the time... and I don't know what to do since my voice talking isn't as cool with an accent and all.... Oh well thus far I'm putting my own twist to it, and it's been fun.



I know I've put the link on several times... but how can anyone not love this song?

I'm really going to work hard this summer to learn cords and such for the guitar. Right now I only know a few songs and so I'm sure my roommates are growing tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.

Tonight I will be going to the guitar club... finally. I need to go to the guitar shop to buy a guitar strap so I'll be asking someone nicely so they can talk me.... ha ha. Lame.... I can't wait till I have my own car! Can't wait!

Also I might be going to play racquetball later this evening, which will be fun. Next year I will be buying a gym pass so I will work out more. I've started to work out a little bit this semester and my abs are coming back. Awesome!

I probably should go to sleep earlier tonight since I stayed up till around four last night. Probably... but it's unlikely....

Google Me?

So last night was the talent night for my ward. I found the reason why yesterday early afternoon the individuals playing the really loud music weren't listening to the any of the full songs... and why they were listening to the same songs over and over again. I forgot to mention the same music was being played over and over again.

So what happened was these group of girls laid down on their backs with a blanket covering their bodies as a curtain. (I know try to imagine it...)

This way their heads where poking out of the "stage" upside down....

The brilliant part of this is they used cloth to make little doll bodies dangle down from their chins. They proceeded to have yarn hair on their chin and eyes drawn below their bottom lips...

Are you getting the image?

They then proceeded to lip sing to various songs, shaking their heads vigorously to make the little dolls dance. It was quite brilliant.

I ended up singing and playing the guitar. I was a little worried since my throat has been bothering me lately but it turned out pretty good. At least I think. ha ha.

I'll be singing in a stake* talent show so that should be interesting. It won't just be me though this other girl will who played the guitar and sang as well as another group who did an awesome version of an Elvis song about facebook.

So today while I was hanging out doing something this CREEPER... started talking to me and wouldn't leave me alone. I'm serious... he was like the plague.

Normally it's people I associate with that tell me that the person who I was talking to was a creeper. So the fact that I'm saying it, is a big deal.

I don't know if it's because I'm friendly or what but I usually run into weirdos a lot of the time. You know the crazies who ask you if you want a ride or start following you.

Anyway the bad thing about this creeper is when I told this guy my number I think he heard it and put it in his phone. What the crap!?

Interesting note... why do people stalk individuals?

Have you ever had someone tell you they've googled you? Yeah... um. Not going to lie it kind of creeps me out.... I've had people learn personal things by just googling me....

One Guy, "Hey I didn't know you went to Snow College...."

Me, "Er... yeah. Did I tell you that?"

Guy, "No I googled you...."

Me, (What the crap?) "Oh..."

Seriously um... what do you even say if someone says stuff like that? Excuse me but I'd prefer you not to google me... thanks. ?? I don't know; if you have any ideas let me know.

However, if I didn't want people to know stuff about me, I guess blogging is a horrid idea!

.....

Stake: A whole bunch of wards (certain individuals who attend a specific church at a specified time) of churches getting together in a designated area.

Sorry I'll have to use wikipedia for my definitions or something....

OWL

I recognize that most individuals don't run on the same schedule as I do. I also realize the hours I keep are ridiculous. I understand this. I also understand that morning people will always think I'm lazy... and I will usually view them as boring. This is just a fact of life.

Sadly, I recognize when I start the real world this might have to change but for now... I'll keep being a night owl.


So this morning when I woke up at eleven to the blast of music and became slightly annoyed... I knew it wasn't fair. I recognized it was my fault for staying up till four the night before. And to be perfectly honestly I knew this and so I wasn't annoyed until I recognize the people weren't listening to more than one minute of a song before then changed it.... This is when I became annoyed!


"So I put my hands up their playing my song the butterflies..."
"I just haven't met you yet...."
.... (More songs; HOWEVER ONLY ROUGHLY 90 TO 60 SECONDS OF IT.)
...

This is one thing that slightly annoys me. I recognize that with IPods and such... we have the capability of skipping songs.

Now don't jump on the band wagon and start telling me facts about how you get tired of your songs and all that. Ill admit I get slightly annoyed when people continually skip songs... but at least to a full song after three or four skips....

Anyway now that I've offended some of you.....

School has been murderous. I'm telling you I can't even focus! Grrr...

I just can't wait until the summer!!! This weekend I should have done tons of homework, but did I? Nope... I hung out with people, I stayed up till three or four. Why because I wanted to have fun.

It's just too bad most people don't work like I do... and that they don't like staying up quite so late.

Why does everyone turn into pumpkins? Sigh* Does everyone have a fairy Godmother that tells them what to do and when to go to bed?

I've always had problems going to sleep. It roughly takes me an hour or an hour and a half. I've come to recognizse if I stay up to the point of exaustion, I can fall asleep within fifteen to thirty minutes...

This is why I stay up so late. The problem then arises that I have an eight thirty class on Tuesday and Thursdays.... It's sheer anguish I tell you! Sigh, and I will have to have another eight thirty class again!

"THE WAY YOU MOVE AIN'T FAIR YOU KNOW"

Recently I've found myself addicted to this song. Thanks Chenelle. :D

It's brilliant and I especially love how the singer chose to depict the song. One word... (you know it's coming) BRILLIANT!!!!!

My favorite part of this song is the part where he says, "The way you move ain't fair you know...." I know maybe I'm a lame romantic at heart or something. ...crap.

The video shots are brilliant. I love how the words are scrawled on various surfaces and then the camera angle shifts.... One more time... BRILLIANT!

At the moment I'm trying to figure out if I should get a Minor? I was going to do a marketing minor but that will add on another semester. Do I really want to do that? Also, do I want to head out into the real world in only a year??? Oh dear... I don't even know.

As I look at my schedule it looks as though I will have another 8:30 class.... Ug. Kill me now.

You see if I was a guy this wouldn't be so problematic. Seeing as most guys get ready in 10-15 min and really preppy guys may take thirty min. My problem is:

First, I am a girl and secondly, not only am I am girl but I'm high maintenance. Now I really hate to admit that... but any one who knows me, knows that I am. Oh well such is life.

So the problem of being high maintenance is I take forever to get ready... I've basically made it so I can get ready in 70 min. But hey that's showering, shaving, blow drying, curling, and make-up. So if you ask me... that's pretty quick. Granted that's when I'm rushing so usually I take 90 min.... *Dramatic Sigh*

Oh well you people will just have to love me as I am.

Ha ha. Speaking of unconditional love, even when we make faults....

I often do really stupid pathetic things that often are mortifying or embarrassing. Yesterday I was perched on a chair back and talking to this guy. As we were talking I thought I'd swing around and sit in the chair. After which I figured I'd turn the chair so I could sit and look at him. Now to let you have a visual...

I was perched on the back of the chair so I could sit and talk to him. Well so I hit my head.... HARD! Anyway my head still hurts. Yesterday I all ready had a throbbing head ache so it made it a hundred times worst.

Sorry for the poor lack of a drawing but working in the paint program is rather hard.... So in case you couldn't tell I hit my head on the stupid wooden arm rest. -Dramatic Sigh-

Anyway I first didn't admit how bad it hurt due to pride... but I finally told him that it hurt. He probably figured in out sooner though because I was holding my head, due to the throbbing pain. :P

Seriously sometimes I'm such a lame-o. lol

Who Are You?

Have you ever started talking to someone after they initiate the conversation and spend the whole time thinking.... Er... Who are YOU?

Please don't think I'm a horrible person I just meet a lot of people. I'm sorry if I don't know your name yet....

Just sometimes I talk to people and well... I forget. But after a certain amount of time you can't ask the person their name, because it's been too long.

Dear World,
I'm sorry I'm so horrid with names!

Please forgive me.

Love,
Liz

Ha Haa...??. Something....

SO I don't want to do anything. I have a huge test... yet I am procrastinating.... Brilliant. ha ha.

I'm also pouting about my phone. Mostly I don't care caring around an old clunker. In fact sometimes I don't even carry around my phone. Like today I had it at my house nearly the whole day. I use to do it all the time. But now I'm a little more addicted to my phone. Oh no! lol.

Anyway the reason why I bring this up is because I'm tired of not knowing who is texting me. It is so anoying to say, "Err... I'm sorry who is this? ...I broke my phone. Sorry."

It takes conversation three times longer than usual because half of the time I'm saying, "Sorry who is this?" "Oh..." And then the person makes fun of me because I break my phone. And then finally we can continue our conversations.....

*Sigh*

I know I'm just being dramatic.

Today was good. I tried to study outside but that failed miserably. I started to fall asleep in the warmness... yes... the warmness. *Grin*

The wind made it chilly so I stayed behind a brickwall and kept my coat on, but the vitamin D was delicious!!

Then the guy who I stalk came and talked to me....

Now before you judge me hear me out!!!

So there was this guy at the begining of the semester that I continually ran into. I'm not kidding. It's like every where I turned.... THERE HE WAS.

So I started to tease him that I was his stalker. I often run into him with his girlfriend.

Usually I"ll even act dramatic and run to a wall and try to hide or flip up my coat hood up to hide my face. I know I'm basically a genious. However, I worry sometimes that his girlfriend really might think I am stalking him.

Dear Girlfriend of the Guy who thinks I stalk him,

I swear I'm not stalking him.... I just run into him all the time. If you want me to stop acting like his stalker than I can. I can say hi... it just entertains me to act like I am his stalker... If that makes any sense....

Love,
Liz

P.S.
Oh and I hope you don't think I'm a creeper. Also, I hope your boyfriend really doesn't think I'm stalking him cause if he does, you can tell him I'm not. :D

The sad thing is I've met him like a billion times now... and I still don't remember his name. I know I'M TERRIBLE. You see he has this really interesting, unique name. And so every time I think, "Hm... What an interesting name."

Anyhow. It's something like Haa... I want to say... Hadley? No I'm probably completely wrong.... I have no idea.

It seems like where ever I live at certain times in my life I get these people who I run into all the time. This is why I've just decided that when it hits a certain point I just tell them I'm stalking them.

Usually some how our schedules change and then I don't stalk them any more. Last year it was a girl and snow and luckily we became good friends.

So next time you run into someone all the time I suggest you tell them not to worry, "You're only stalking them."

:D

Note: I think I offended one of my readers. If I did I'm sorry. I'm just a tad dramatic so sometimes I blow up on little stupid stuff. Ha ha. So I was really stressed and I read your comment and got annoyed. .... Sorry. :D

Boots with the Fur....

Boots! However, they don't have fur. They are leather... perhaps, the fake leather. ...Pleather?

I finally obtained some wonderful new fabulous boots. Yes, they are ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! Sadly, the cost hurt my pocket book. But I'm good with money so... every once in awhile a splurg.

My boots make me quite happy. They are black and go clear up to my knees. I swear I'm not a hooker. However, now when people joke and tell me that I am wearing hooker boots I can't even disagree because... well they hit my knee. Luckily I can flip these little flaps so they aren't quite as long.

I love the fact that a pair of shoes can make you feel powerful. Boots are definately power shoes. Just like heels! Why does an extra couple of inches on your shoes make you feel better?

I don't think any woman could wear boots or heels and not feel powerful and fabulous. Or at least feel slightly better....

The same goes for new clothing. It is interesting how woman (I'm sure it happens with men as well) can suddenly feel more beautiful or more fabulous once they are wearing something new.

Perhaps it's like the caterpillar evolving into the butterfly. After a certain frame of time we get adjusted to what we are wearing and so we get bored of it. Therefore when we shed these old clothes or obtain a few new articles of clothing... we evolve....

Hmm... this post is rather boring. I apologize if you are yawning....

That is all...

PB&J Tea Time

So recently I've been babysitting and just hanging out with the family. I thought I was ready to head back for some good solid book hitting... but I'm not.

Today I made the kids peanut butter and cheese sandwiches for dinner. I had them arrange a nice little picnic with a blanket and small table (a blanket covered plastic container) in the living room. They then put little chairs and stools surrounding the small table on all sides (thus, four kids total.)

I talked with an accent and served them apple juice, cheese sticks, apple slices, and various other things. Acting as their waitress and chef, we all had a grand time.

Honestly, I've worried about not being a fantastic cook, but.... If I can be a "great chef", to kids with PB&J sandwiches.... I'm set. Ha ha. I guess it's all about making things fun and entertaining. Interestingly, I could use the same words to describe how I want things.

I always find it fascinating how little kids can make you want to pull out your hair and also make you want to hug and kiss them at the same time.

When I put one of my nieces (Leilani) to sleep tonight she asked for me to make up a story. Of course I complied, because I must be the COOL AUNT. :D. Yes yes... no need to brag I know.

She asked me to tell a story, "Where a girl named Elizabeth got lost and some body found her."

Of course me, being the cool Aunt, knew exactly where she was going with it. So I began telling a story about myself and where all my nieces and nephews saved me from a terrible fall and broken leg.

Ah... the broken leg. What was I thinking! Poor Leilani couldn't seem to get over it even after I completely the story with a grand happy ending. Leilani told me through tearing eyes and rubbing her head in distress, she didn't want me to "break my leg."

So I told her I had forgotten the rest of the story.... Condensed... I had overreacted and had only sprained my leg. And we had a grand time in a wheel chair that I didn't need in the hallways...

However I still could tell she was distressed.....

Therefore a new story had to induced... so Candy Land became a second story to help her sleep better.

Kids... they are so adorable. However, I'll admit sometimes they drive me a bit crazy. :D That's okay cause crazy is good.

What's been the best thing about your Spring Break or your weekend?

Green

So... today is not just a holiday.... It is a special day....

So to that special someone out there, I'm thinking about you.

I hope you are having a special day....
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Recently I've been thinking about words, adjectives, definitions.

Why does one thing mean something to someone? Why do we make certain associations? Why do we put so much meaning into simple nouns, adjectives... verbs?

B-A-N-A-N-A

So my mom told me to "Eat a banana...."

I don't care for banana's. They leave that weird after taste... and I'm not really fond of the beginning flavor either.

But I listen to my mother. Why? Because she's my mother silly. *grin* I love my mom. Speaking of which I finally gave her my blog address so my mom might start reading my blog.

Dramatic music: Dunnn da dun dun dunnnnnn.....

This means I must watch what I type.... Ha ha. Don't worry Mom, I swear I'm a good kid. :D

It's been great to be home and not worry about school and what I should/shouldn't be doing. My two brother's were here. One of which has two kids so I was able to play with them and that was a lot of fun. Kids are so precious.

At one point of this week I jumped in the shower and left the door unlocked.... I have a tendency to do this. Since:

A) When I was growing up it was basically myself and the second in our family line... Matt (my second oldest brother) and we didn't lock the door. If the bathroom was shut we suspected someone was in it.

B) I still don't do it at my apartment. When I think about it... I really should because one of my roommates (Kitty) has a boyfriend and he basically lives over at my apartment.

Anyway so I jumped in the shower and suddenly I hear my mother coming back from my Grandmothers, who lives only a few feet away from our house. It's great... I love it!

So I'm in the shower and suddenly the noise seems to be directed right by the door. So my mom comes in with my nephew because he has a dirty diaper and they are trying to potty train him.... After which, my nephew, who is three, starts tugging on the shower curtain trying to open it. I continue you to hold it and try to keep his little prying hands away. At which he starts to call out, "Lizabetzs what are you doing???"

Finally after my mom leaves, my seven year (nearly 8) niece decides she needs to go to the bathroom as well. And of course can't possible go to the other restroom. *Dramatic Sigh*

Luckily the shower curtains in the main bathroom are really dark. I remember my initial thought to the curtain was that it was so cute. However, once my sister had given them to my mom I realized how horrible dark it made taking a shower. (since the lighting in our bathroom isn't that great any way.) However now I realize what a blessing dark shower curtains can be....

Note: My mom sat on my banana.... Ha ha. lol.... Guess I shouldn't have to eat bananas after all.... ha ha....

Last night I had a really weird dream but I can't remember it all. Basically I was going some where and I saw this girl had a similar dress to my prom dress.... I was really irritated. I don't know why....

I decided to share the pictures of my fabulous dress since I'm on my home computer. I loved my dress and my mom is a genius and made sleeves to go with the dress so it was modest. I absolutely love it. It's this cool sunset orange color that shimmers gold. ...I miss my long hair....

Don't get me wrong I like my short hair.... But there are times when I miss my long hair.

-Like when I take a shower. If your not a girl you won't understand this. There is something about long hair hitting your back that's really comforting. (lol... I told you... you wouldn't understand if you where a guy)

-When I swim... It doesn't do the cool fan out stuff and I can't really do the whole little mermaid thing where she flips her hair around when she enters the surface....

-When I want a cool up-do... or what to have curly hair.

Electronic Death

Technology hates me. This has been the case since I was little....

While I was attending high school and had yet again another computer crash, one of my teachers frustratedly said, "Isn't your father a computer programmer or something? Why do you have some many computer crashes?"

To which I responded with, "Technology hates me."

For every phone I have had... I have broken them. Sadly, it usually occurs with in the first few months. I've only had three... (roughly one per year)

My first phone. Ah yes a beautiful purple slider. The poor girl died after I dropped it and it had a crack roughly 1 millimeters in the corner of the screen. ...the screen went completely black. So sad... I couldn't see anything I was doing. Such a shame... especially since it was a phone/ipod.

My second phone was given to me by my sister. A nice on heavy duty red flip phone cell. When ever I was bored I would flip it open and closed. I ended up breaking the volume button so I resorted to always having my cell phone on speaker phone.

One time on that brilliant phone I was on the phone with Kelly. Previously we had been talking about boys and a specific boy. After awhile we changed the subject and that's when my father and brother came out and we got into the car. Of course my phone was still on speaker phone... but I continued the conversation thinking we were going to end the conversation shortly. I climbed into my father's truck

So as we were about to wrap up the conversation Kelly said, "Oh yeah so what about that guy? Did you kiss him?"

I glanced over at my father and I'm certain I developed a healthy shade of crimson. Trying to think of a way to create a distraction I ended up mumbling, "Errrr..."

At which my point my brother said, "I'm sorry, she can't talk right now she's with her father and brother...."

Ahhh.... memories.

And now my current beautiful flip phone is broken. I have a tendency to throw my phone in the air and catch it.... However, sometimes the floor catches it for me.

So now my phone dies when I open up my phone. Thus I can't ever shut my phone and wait for a call... usually. Sigh* I don't want a dinosaur phone... but it looks as though that will be my only solution to have my phones remain intact.

Beak Bangs

So today at Hogi Yogi I ordered some icecream. Turns out the girl put nuts into rather than the rasberries that I asked for. Usualy in these situation I hate to add drama so I don't say anything. But nuts? Yuck so I went back and said there were nuts in it....

I felt really bad but at least I got my icecream right the second time. Besides if I'm going to spend almost four dollars on icecream... I want it to be what I want.

Today my bangs are being retarded. Don't you hate it when you have a bad hair day? There doing this wierd beak thing today.

I'd Prefer Boring

Spring Break looks as though it should be interesting.

I'm trying to determine exactly what I'm going to do for the summer. Don't you hate decisions?

I have a few choices each has a list of pros and cons which I won't bother to bore you with. However I'm starting to consider the fact that what I want to do and what I should do are probably two different matters entirely. Interestingly though, at this point I don't even know what I want....

Sometimes I hate being a grown up. *DRAMATIC SIGH*

I dislike coming to the library because I hardly get anything done for the first hour. I get on and blog stalk (not creepy... I just read :D) and then I blog.... And then sometimes I get on youtube and listen to happy music.

I also talk to everyone around that I see. For instance I just talked to Becky for about fifteen minutes or so.... We even discussed how we don't accomplish much for the first bit. I've made the connection to my problem but guess what I'm not doing anything to change my poor habits.

What happened to my inner nerd?

(Calvin Joke: "There's no headrest on this chair! I should sue for whiplash!")

Everyone in the library probably hates me because this is a "quiet floor". At Snow College the lab was really loud.... So I guess I'm just not use to the computer lab being quiet. Don't get me wrong it's nice, I'm just a bad hypocrite.

When I go to the upstairs floors in the SUU library I want everyone to be really quiet and they aren't.... *Sigh* I guess it's coming to bite me because I'm loud on the bottom floor.



I love the second floor in this library because the ceiling is glass paneling for nature lighting. In the afternoons it's brilliant. Sadly I haven't enjoyed it as much as I thought I would this semester... due to the fact I haven't been my usual nerd self.







...My light bulb has momentarily


burnt out....


on several levels....


I'd prefer life to get... boring for awhile. In fact, I'd prefer my life to become DRAMATICALLY BORING.


Just saying....

Epic FALL

So I finally watched the Bachelor... guess what I was right. He picked Vienna. That's right. ...Called it! Ha ha.

So you have to hear my funny story about the whole episode though.

So it was Friday and I was sitting in the Library because my internet at my apartment is too slow to watch anything on Hulu. Lame-Sause.

Note: Seriously... I started saying Lamee-sause sometimes. Why? I know I'm crazy.

Anyway. So when ever I sit I can't seem to just sit like a normal person. I have to sit with one leg tucked underneath. I don't know why. So after I finished watching the Bachelor I had to use the little Ladies room. So as soon as I stood up I realize my foot was completly asleep.

I got up and immediately started falling forward. I quickly latched on to my chair and then decided I couldn't wait and would have to wobble to the restroom.

As I started walking forward with a ridiculous limp I considered ways to not appear as such. I therefore decided I would walk normally and in theory it would only feel wierd but it wouldn't be detramental to my "walking skills"... wrong.

As I advanced forward down the hallway I smiled to a guy comming down the the hallway and then BAM. My foot collapsed and I started falling forward. Luckily the book shelf was right there. I slammed against the self in an effort to not fall flat on my face.

I then started wiggling my foot in an effort to wake it up. but kept my eyes at the floor....

Knowing the guy had probably turned around and started laughing at me. When I reached the "powder room" I cracked up laughing. Man... sometimes I'm such a lame-o.

Note to the world... don't pretend like something is okay if it's not... failure to acknowledge something may result in damage to your face or your pride.....

Note: I love psych... Seriously it's clean, fun and just plain BRILLIANT.

Week

I went to Los Vegas, which was awesome.

However, now I am feeling really miserable and sick.... Ug!

So I don't really feel like blogging. So I will catch you all up later....