and i'm fiercely independent about the soy products i choose

And then, there were none.

2006-11-03T11:10:00.000+01:00

September- busy.
October- busy.
November- looks about the same.
December- maybe I'll give up sleeping?

On a different note,
I think I need a hug.
Or several.

fin.
eliz

excuse me, i've changed my mind.

2006-08-12T23:11:00.000+02:00

happy august.

and july.

my summer holiday is over,
and it went
a touch
too quickly.

a summary:
well dog: check
birthday: check
birthday cake: check
working: check
brother visit: check
more baking: check
organization: check
and so on and so forth: check

hmmmm, yes.

so, with macbook and ipod
and far too many things,
the journey to school begins.

i miss the water already.
the lake in indiana
doesn't quite cut it
compared to the gulf.

so basically.
it's time to go.

fin.
eliz

A Gregory Peckish crumpled look for the summer.

2006-06-30T22:30:00.000+02:00

Hmmm, so where did June, and for that matter May, go?

A Recapitulation:
May:
Finals. Check.
Car accident. Check.
Extra time to wait in Indiana. Check.
Drive home. Check.
Car repairs. Check.
Summer employment. Check.

June:
Summer employment. Check.
Unpacking. Check.
YWCA in the mornings. Check.
Copious amounts of cooking. Check check.
GRE preparation. Check.
Sick dog. Check.
Well dog. Question mark.

And that is where July begins.

fin.
eliz

so please be kind if I'm a mess.

2006-04-24T23:59:00.000+02:00

"April 26

Sometimes
when you are trying
not to think about something
it keeps popping back
into your head
you can't help it
you think about it
and
think about it
and
think about it
until your brain
feels like
a squashed pea."
-Love that Dog

so, basically.
even though sixty days have passed,
my brain still feels
very much like
a squashed pea.

fin.
eliz

Guatemala has a lot to say.

2006-02-27T21:53:00.000+01:00

"As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn't touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn't stop.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill. My body understood there was no safe place for me to be."

-The Poisonwood Bible

fin.
eliz

In search of the perfect loaf of freshly baked bread

2006-02-23T06:09:00.000+01:00

I've been busy.

fin.
eliz

I've decided. I'm tired of fighting for my seat in the lifeboat.

2006-02-15T00:33:00.000+01:00

"Scripture says the nature of sin is deceptive, so deceptive that a person's mind can be carried away, and he will have no idea he has become something arrogant and proud and offensive until one of his friends slaps him on the back of the head."
-Donald Miller

sometimes, i feel like
i need to
slap people i know
on the back of the head.

maybe then they would
see the problem that exists with
cliques and exclusivity
in a certain open and inclusive organization.

then again,
probably not.

on a different note,
as the aeroplane pressed onward
toward houston
at 7:05 am
(thus signifying
the
official end
of my winter holiday)

i was witness to
a breathtaking sunrise
over the
gulf of mexico
from 30,000 feet.

it was, for
lack of a better word,
extraordinary.

it helped make the transition
back to school
a fraction
more
bearable.

fin.
eliz

Warriors don't cry.

2005-12-17T23:40:00.000+01:00

What what? Two posts in a day.
Shear madness I tell you!
(not, shear rate or shear stress. . .
although,
I have had
plenty
of shear stress today.
I will sum up.)

Shear Stress factors:
-less than three hours of sleep
-almost oversleeping
-twenty minutes at aeroport security
(I guess I'm just suspicious)
-one delayed, then late flight, which caused. . ..
-a missed connection
-being given tickets for a flight tomorrow because. . .
(What were they thinking?? Especially since they wouldn't provide lodging for the night. After sleeping basically one of the past three nights, this was not well received.)
-the only 3 remaining flights home were oversold times ten to the sideways eight
-dealing with very very, very, very rude gate agents
(They blamed me for the weather and missing the connection. .. .when they knew before we left on the first flight that we couldn't possibly ever make the connection on time. They sat on a throne of lies. Hmph.)
-some angry phone calls from home to the airlines
-miraculously getting onto aforementioned flight, hmmmm.

Sum = I'm home. Finally.

And all in one piece.

Minus my belongings
save for the clothes
I'm wearing
and the contents of
my carry-on bag.

I do hope they find my luggage.

fin.
eliz

Where the sidewalk ends.

2005-12-17T04:20:00.000+01:00

Tomorrow, well, today, I'm leaving for home.
There are no words to describe how happy I am.

The week in numbers:
finals completed: 5
projects completed: 2
consecutive hours working on project: 2pm - 10am the next day, roughly.
most consecutive hours awake: 39
naps taken during consecutive awake time: 0
hours until leaving for the aeroport: 3.5

My bags are packed.

fin.
eliz

Felted hats and wool walking coats.

2005-12-06T12:45:00.000+01:00

Guatemala squared!

Sandals in the Snow. A Novella.

2005-11-28T05:49:00.000+01:00

Um, right.

So basically.

Please note the mileage yet again.

Thank you.

Observations:
-Thanksgiving has come and gone.
-Some like it cold.
-Some like it hot.
-Felted hats and wool walking coats are the way to go.
-Tears stream, down your face. (says Coldplay, it gets me every time)
-Only three more weeks until home. I have no words to describe my feelings of joy.
-There is so much to do before then, alas.
-Sweet potatoes and yams are often confused.
-I am often confused.
-MATLAB is not my friend.
-The battery of my laptop has ceased to function.
-I have been told, and I quote, "you're not like this ignorant blonde fool."
-Bath and Body Works should make a scent called "Roasted Garlic"
-Frogs are neat.
-The typewriters in the computer lab are lacking ribbons. What were they thinking?
-I enjoy wearing sandals in late November (with or without socks).
-The post brings cheer.

Shall we go snowshoeing in Iceland?

fin.
eliz

When I grow up, I would like to bake copious amounts of bread.

2005-10-19T22:23:00.000+02:00

Last night,
bread was made.

I needed
to knead.

The result did
not fail,
even though it
became a bit
crisp on top.

Mmmm freshly baked.

I typed
"elizabeth needs"
into google,
and this is what
resulted:
. . . . .
Elizabeth needs both counseling and an attorney - for the trials, and to keep the media at as safe distance.
Elizabeth needs to be loved, pursued and reassured.
Elizabeth needs to practice more self-restraint and patience.
Elizabeth needs to be avoided at all costs (some days this is true).
Elizabeth needs to be able to express her feelings to someone she trusts.

(and I especially enjoyed this last point,)
The last thing Elizabeth needs or wants is a man complicating her life.
. . . . .

Mmmmyes.
So on that note,
perhaps I'll
go and
have
another
cookie.

Will you go canoeing with me?

fin.
eliz

cold meat and strawberry potatoes.

2005-09-23T05:37:00.000+02:00

please join the club (if applicable).

robb and i formed it.

fin.
eliz

Hurricane Watches are not desirable like Swatch Watches.

2005-09-22T04:48:00.000+02:00

Let's just pray
that it turns
away from
my house
like they're
predicting.

Or fizzles out. . .

Well, I guess
that
that's unlikely.

But yes.

Otherwise. . .

I might not be
able to
say I'm
from
Corpus Christi
anymore.

fin.
(I might need fins to get back home.
Or a canoe. I already have three oars. . .)
eliz

P.S. Joyeux Anniversaire Monsieur Chou!

In the most unlikely places.

2005-08-14T09:27:00.000+02:00

Yet again, I ask you
to please
note the mileage.

Thank you.

Upon completion of the text,
illustration of the
classic tale,
"Sam and the Seagull,"
has commenced,
although, rather slowly.
And, due to the
unfortunate
setbacks
of
learning organic chemistry,
scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush,
and
packing;
publication will
not be for some time.

The driving
back to school
starts today.
I don't know how
I feel
about it
this year.
We'll see.

fin.
eliz

The Lake and The Seashore and The Mountain.

2005-08-10T05:20:00.000+02:00

Those are the places
I would rather
be.

On another note-
after William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

two white porcelain
toilets

placed next to each
other

inside the inviting
bathtub.

fin.
eliz

mr. toad's (not so) wild ride

2005-08-01T19:40:00.000+02:00

mr. toad has
returned
for the summer.

i managed to
capture him as he was
basking
in the late afternoon sun.

i think he was
waiting for his
dinner of texas
sized mosquitoes.

fin.
eliz

eliz the electrician.

2005-07-30T07:48:00.000+02:00

an important
milestone.

(please note the mileage)

thank you.

fin.
eliz

bad news kids, no wildebeast.

2005-07-10T14:50:00.000+02:00

so it's been
awhile
since i last updated.

so i thought
i should.

basically.

mmm so this summer has been
a touch
busy.

perhaps i should make a list?
okay?
yes.

* dad retired from navy
* brother moved out for first real grown-up job in california (you're such a wonder that i think i'll stay in bed. . .errr yeeeah, go rufus.)
* summer schooling for me, both sessions- econ and ochem 2- sick.
* surgery for dear ol' charles
* the painting of all the walls/ceilings in our home (a work in progress)
* replacing various fixtures thoughout the house (for example: we have a new kitchen sink in our dining room just waiting for it's final resting place)
* new flooring in the near future
* because, we might move sometime soon
* and finally, for now at least, my lovely twenty-first birthday today. mmmhmmmm.

we're having spinach quiche (oh SO exciting!) with asparagus (my second favourite to broccoli) on the side- and a cake (not a tarte) for dessert.
you come too. okay yes?

right-o.
so that pretty much
sums it
up thus far.

since there is
simply
too much too
explain.

fin.
eliz

chez moi.

2005-05-15T21:49:00.000+02:00

so, after driving
through hail and
dust and many many bugs,
i am home.

whew.

i've decided. i need to go visiting.

mmmmyes.
although
now, to unpack.

did you make your bed this morning?

c-c-c-c-ottey

2005-05-13T18:05:00.000+02:00

so, i'm in oklahoma.
in a hotel.
and i'm on my way home.
we stopped by cottey
in missouri.
it was good,
but has changed, obviously.
i got to see les,
and she rocks my socks.
basically.
but now,
it's time to go
and drive some more.

a lot more.

really.

okay yes,
where are you going today?

hmm, something must be up. she's posting again!

2005-04-12T06:38:00.000+02:00

so, basically, mle rocks. her friend gave her this advice, and she posted it in her journal. ..so, i'm posting it too. because, well. i am.

["everything will work out with time. whatever it is we are worrying about now, it will eventually be resolved. there's no reason to rush life, and stress about the future. personally we are still young, we've come a long ways, and we still have the future ahead of us. and if my life does come to an end at the end of this week, it'll be okay, because i took advantage of each day to the best i could for me that day. so maybe i didn't achieve some lofty goals i set, but at least i didn't make myself crazy with worry."
...
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and He will make your paths straight."- Proverbs 3:5-6]

hope your days are merry and bright.

fin.
eliz

woah! another post?! what's happening??

2005-04-09T07:39:00.000+02:00

You are 'growing one's own food'.

You are guided by two words: 'Live simply.' You
value quality over quantity in most things, and
you have little use for the materialism and
consumerism of modern culture. You know the
value of hard work and try to be
self-sufficient as much as possible, and what
you do you do well. Unfortunately, no man is
an island, and you cannot do everything
yourself. Your puritanical work ethic makes
makes people think that you are weird, and not
much fun. Your problem is that growing one's
own food has been obsolete for a long time.

What obsolete skill are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

basically.

fin.
eliz

Le courage me manque.

2005-04-06T19:54:00.000+02:00

"After a moment she broke the silence. 'You can like anyplace,' she said, 'if you put your mind to it.'" -Ruth Reichl

i'm trying. but, i miss my friends that are scattered around the country a lot (times ten to the sideways eight). basically.

how are you today?

fin.
eliz

some french "enviro-talk"

. . . and a year ago I was in Switzerland.

2005-03-14T01:53:00.000+01:00

Basically, yes. It's true, I was. And in Madrid as well, a year and a few days ago. Alas.

Happiness involves...
*real Swiss cheese, not with holes, but from Switzerland, consumed in Switzerland.
*baking bread.
*making a wreath from scraps and having it look superb.
*dancing with bricks, tortillas, or glue sticks.
*tapitos bars.
*blueberry muffin cakes.
*watching Amelie.
*writing letters.
*my typewriter.
*tap dancing as a thug, or in front of a water fountain.
*finding your foot twin.
*looking up and watching snow fall.
*writing in closets.
*sitting in closets.
*sitting on the Cottey sign.
*cutting down on travel time.
*making tshirts.
*wandering the streets of Madrid and speaking "French"
*bricks.
*quiche.
*having random conversations about nothing.
*looking at Jessie's map.
*the box.
*hiding in the box.
*throwing things while studying History.
*the aloes.
*the grass.
*traveling to exciting places with superb friends.
*the emo glasses.
*adding "u" to various words.
*my phone message at Cottey.
*golden raisin walnut wheat bread.
*walking the back roads of Nevada, MO.
*628 S. Cedar.
*purchasing yeast with almost exact change.
*"chicken" nuggets.
*putting random things in suitcases.
*scavenger hunts.
*wearing goggles whilst chopping onions.
*really keen vegetable soup.
*Eddie, aka Pretty Mama.
*making forms and giving them to Helen.
*the secret "hand" shake aka thing to be named.
*Rex Manning Day with an excess of homemade, er apartment made chocolate cupcakes
*storms that are cool, and not deadly.
*the smell of fresh paint, er freshly baked.
*dancing to the girl from ipanema.
*eating far too many carrots in one sitting.
*consumption of C.O.W. or oatmeal early in the morning.
*tea parties.
*finding Mr. Quaker Oat Man under one's pillow.
*scratching on doors.
*Niagara Falls.
*having a Birkenstock tan.
*Buffalo wings in Buffalo, NY.
*eating a trash plate.
*watching Minority Report in German and trying to stay awake all night.
*my favourite red bowl.
*warm brown drinks.
*sledding down a mountain in Switzerland.
*the movie First Knight with Emily and quoting Sean Connery.
*making toothbrush braclets instead of studying for finals.
*visiting every possible store in Nevada, MO in search of the perfect toothbrush.
*melting other things in the boiling water besides toothbrushes.
*the heated seats in Kenny's car.
*bike rides (with borrowed bikes) that resemble "Now and Then"
*Veronica's gangsta lessons.
*decorating the RA office.
*being stolen by Megan.
*warm brown drinks.
*honey.
*looking for the P's on the glasses.
*saving your fork.

And many other things. Perhaps I shall add more later.

Fin.
eliz

Tell me, when did they adapt it for steam engines? The fire brigade!

2005-02-04T03:41:00.000+01:00

so, amy definitely wrote my scholarship application essay for me just like she said she would. isn't it wonderful? isn't it lovely? um, wait, no singing for me. okay! time to learn some french and write the real essay. yesssss.

Dear Important Person at the Scholarship Foundation,

Hi! My name is Elizabeth and I’m applying for your scholarship. The application asked me to write about my goals for my future and my education, in five hundred words, double spaced. So here’s my essay to enlighten you on me!

I have many goals for my education. I plan on completing my bachelor’s degree in Food Process Engineering at Purdue University. Why food process engineering, you ask? It is because I am simply entranced by the subject. I mean, you have this food that’s been grown, but nowadays you can’t just take your harvest to the market, but it gets sent through a process! To me, this is really exciting. I realized my love for said food processes when as a young girl, I would sit in a factory, watching the labels being stuck on cans of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup.

My education won’t end at Purdue: I plan on continuing the education I received at Hottie-er, I mean Cottey College, where I earned my associates degree in The Wind-Blown Look-oops, in Cloning Cooks, because, of course, I’m Elizabeth an I like to eat, so I want more cooks around. Through distance education by a complex set of satellites and maybe some Walkie Talkies, I’ll be on my way to getting my second bachelor’s degree in Dealing with Inferior Models…um, that’s Workplace Relationships, to help with my communication skills with my coworkers. After I finish graduate school in Switzerland and earn my master’s degree in ‘je suis la jeune fille’, I will return to the United States to begin my PhD thesis on ‘Red Bricks and Potato-Shaped Rocks: How Stones Really Affect our Social Interactions with Nightcrawlers’.

These are my educational goals, but let me now expand on my personal goals in the following list:

* I always thought it would be really fun to walk on the moon, so I plan on hitching a ride up sometime…NASA won’t even notice.

* I would like to win a Nobel Prize for…something. I don’t really care what. Anything will suffice. I’m not picky.

* Swimming with dolphins is definitely a lifetime goal. Can you imagine anything more serene.

* I plan on starting the Purdue Chapter of the Happy Hands club. I think that this University needs a place for the expression of Teen Boy Band music through Sign Language.

* It would be really neat to live in an igloo.

* Don’t tell anyone, but it has always been a goal of mine to glue the nose back onto the Sphinx in Egypt. It just doesn’t look right without the end of its nose.
Well, I’m getting to the end, so…

In conclusion, I would like to say that I believe I am the best candidate for your scholarship, because I have awesome goals, both for my education and otherwise, and, let’s face it, I would totally love to get scholarship money, and I would send you a thank you note.

Yours sincerely
Elizabeth

So, maybe I'll post things when I feel like it. Or just when people die. Or something like that.

2005-01-25T22:24:00.000+01:00

Do you ever feel like joy has been sucked from your life...

It is with much sadness that I advise you Dr. Nancy Denman,
coordinator of counseling, and PEP sponsor passed away Friday,
January 21. She enjoyed working with you as a peer listener very
much. Nancy fought a tough battle against breast cancer.
Memorial services are at 11 a.m., Saturday, January 29, at the
Methodist Church.

Take care.
Shaun West

because sometimes, I do.

Fin.
eliz

Don't worry. I won't post things everyday.

2005-01-21T20:29:00.001+01:00

This Is Just to Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Um, so Kathy and Amy told me to do this. . .

2005-01-09T09:56:00.000+01:00

So basically. I prefer typewriters.

Fin.

eliz