tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214686282009-06-20T03:47:15.295-05:00eliizabooelizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-2847112902405907042008-01-26T13:04:00.000-06:002008-01-26T13:54:54.326-06:00My name is Elizabeth and I am in love with Luke. There are things that I thought I knew, but in fact I do not. I am still trying to figure out who I am. I am only eighteen years old. There is still time to be who I want to be. I want to be someone everyone likes. I want to be the girl who smiles all the time. I want to try hard in school and learn everything. I want to want to play my clarinet. I want to have friends. I want to be independent yet caring. There was a time when bad days were rare. Now I wake up expecting a bad day and am surprised if it is not. I turned into a cynical <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pessimist</span> because I didn't want to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">naive</span> and ignorant. I want what's best for me. I've been with Luke for the past two years of my life. And right now, he's the only part of me I really know. I have a lot to handle right now and I've never been good with stress and emotional issues. I tend to run away and try to cover it up to make everything better. This is the point where I stop running. I'm staying. I need to find the rest of me. I know love is not enough to make a relationship work, but it's what's keeping me going.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-284711290240590704?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-91686661468866665682007-12-14T16:34:00.001-06:002007-12-14T16:34:21.519-06:00goin' band; band together<a href="http://www.depts.ttu.edu/cvpa/home/BandTogether.asp">http://www.depts.ttu.edu/cvpa/home/BandTogether.asp</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-9168666146886666568?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-92030967882803425552007-12-04T23:57:00.000-06:002007-12-05T00:59:03.834-06:00cockroachThe Tuesday that just wouldn't end..<br /><br />Did I mention how glad I am that today is over..?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-9203096788280342555?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-3880082139124212892007-11-15T02:44:00.000-06:002007-11-15T02:45:17.213-06:00so everythingSo I took a three hour nap today and now I can't sleep so I'm watching The Bachelor. Ha suck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-388008213912421289?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-49073925151395595162007-11-13T20:58:00.000-06:002007-11-13T20:59:28.642-06:00<a href="http://www.argusleader.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071113/VOICES/711130302">marching band</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-4907392515139559516?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-10365477658667366282007-10-31T21:46:00.000-05:002007-10-31T21:57:09.595-05:00good readingHere are some articles from Walter Williams that I like. Whether you agree or not, it's good reading.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles/03/wonder.html">"Some Things I Wonder About"</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles/07/ArethePoorGettingPoorer.htm">"Are the Poor Getting Poorer"<br /></a><br /><a href="http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles/07/globalwarminghysteria.htm">"Global Warming Hysteria"<br /></a><br /><a href="http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles/04/married.html">"Let's Get Married" </a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles/07/care.htm">"Do People Care?" </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-1036547765866736628?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-74834702451619999252007-10-23T00:23:00.000-05:002007-10-23T00:24:03.846-05:00sad sad dayPT died. I am sad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-7483470245161999925?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-17407055382979293242007-10-20T19:56:00.000-05:002007-10-20T20:14:10.867-05:00a walkIt is 62 degrees in my room. Tech lost bad today. I have nothing at all to do. I'm just sitting in my cold, dark room watching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mythbusters</span>. I think I want to buy a coffee maker. I have my aural skills midterm on Tuesday and I'm probably going to fail. I really don't know what I'm saying. Whatever. I should have probably practiced. Or done homework. Or something. My parents are coming this next weekend. I'm excited for that. I need to go work out more. Or eat less crap. Something. Today I had a flat tire. There was a nail in it. I'm lucky though. It made me feel old taking care of something by myself. I want to go on a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">road trip</span>. Or maybe just a walk.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-1740705538297929324?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-56785369570427443662007-10-06T14:14:00.000-05:002007-10-06T14:45:52.007-05:00good daysSo lately things have been really good; great even. I'm finally all settled in and I have a set routine. Every morning I wake up and lay in bed and check my email. I finally get up 15 minutes before I have to leave and get ready. All my classes are good. I have some cool kids in all of my classes so that's getting pretty fun. I have midterms this week though. I really have to find time to study for them. The only one I'm concerned about is music history. I just have to reread my notes and listen to a lot of music so that shouldn't be too bad.<br /><br />It's game day today and I'm pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stoaked</span>. We are marching our new show so that will be interesting. But last game was so much fun with everyone so I'm hoping this one will be too. The bonfire was last night and I had way more fun than I thought. Hopefully we'll win today too so that will be good. I'm not looking forward to rehearsing in the heat though. That always sucks.<br /><br />Everything else has been good though. Luke is wonderful. He has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">long boarding</span> a lot and I think it's really good for him. He also played <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">footiebag</span> (that's what I call it in my head sometimes) the other day. I love watching him play. It always makes me smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-5678536957042744366?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-91746424787238676292007-10-03T00:03:00.000-05:002007-10-03T00:04:08.190-05:00luke andrews is the most amazing person I've ever met in my entire life and I love him<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-9174642478723867629?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-73923921659731081972007-10-02T23:46:00.001-05:002007-10-02T23:52:29.924-05:00procrastinatingI am definitely procrastinating. I have a 1200 word paper due for English in a day and I have yet to start. I tried to find sources for it but it seems everyone is all anti-spanking these days. What happened? I need a good grade on this paper. English is a huge waste of time though so I don't really care too much.<br /><br />I had my first band concert tonight. It was pretty not so good. Every spot we had worked hard to get right we missed. We played wrong notes and just didn't count. It was like a really bad rehearsal. And now my mouth feels like its about to fall off my face. We had an hours worth of music and we pretty much played nonstop. I wore my pretty pretty shoes and they made my feet bleed so that sucked too. I really shouldn't be complaining too much on here though. Things are actually going very well now.<br /><br />I'm super tired so I should stop writing in here and get back to my paper.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-7392392165973108197?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-42665587061871873432007-09-30T22:59:00.001-05:002007-10-01T00:33:33.437-05:00college worthy updateSo it has been a good while since I've really taken the time to update this thing, and since I'm a college student and have nothing better to do, I might as well do it now. I made a couple of layout changes.. still not done but it gets annoying so I'm going to stop for tonight.<br /><br />So far college is alright. Some things are better than high school, others not so much. I really enjoy being on my own, but at the same time I miss my family and some friends. All my classes are alright. Even aural skills is looking better. I still hate singing in front of everyone, but it isn't too bad. Theory, music history, and piano are all good. English is still lame sucky English, but really there's nothing anyone can do to help that. All of my clarinet stuff is going well. Dr. Shea has me practicing like crazy. Klose, key scales, etudes, long tones, solos.. it's a wonder I have any free time at all. I know it will be worth it though. It almost makes me want to consider adding performance to my major. Band is going well too. I have a concert on Tuesday. We are playing an hours worth of music.. totally fun though. Mr. Anderson said for our next concert we will be playing two pieces that are 20 minutes long each. I love band here. We practice so little but still manage to put amazing music together.<br /><br />Everything else is going well. There have been lots of ups and downs but I think after a long period of down things are finally looking up. College has changed a lot for me and I'm still having to adjust, but I think things are going to be alright.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure this update wouldn't be complete without mentioning Grey's Anatomy. Season four is different. Good/bad, I'm not sure, but I'll definitely be watching again on Thursday. I got season three on dvd and I've been watching that this past week. It's pretty much amazing.<br /><br />I'm getting my ear pierced next weekend. I'm super excited for that. And a little nervous, but mostly excited. I think Christina is coming with me so that will be cool. I hope it doesn't get infected.. because that would suck.<br /><br />Well that seems long enough. I don't have anything else to say besides I've become addicted to beef jerky. Oh well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-4266558706187187343?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-7902581595563122952007-09-20T00:21:00.001-05:002007-09-20T00:21:39.723-05:00I want to be a musician.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-790258159556312295?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-18666915020764773242007-09-03T22:59:00.000-05:002007-09-03T23:12:04.503-05:00you are my babyBaby,<br />I'm so worried about you. I know you are super stressed and feel like breaking down, but don't. This is new for you so it's going to be difficult. You'll get through it though. I am here for you and I would do anything to help. I love you so so much. You are beyond words special to me. I am so glad I get to spend so much time with you and I get to share things with you and no one else. You are my baby.<br /><br />I am yours.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-1866691502076477324?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-34224612961121634692007-09-01T23:07:00.001-05:002007-09-01T23:07:15.778-05:00I love you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-3422461296112163469?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-39740897879348743472007-08-16T23:27:00.001-05:002007-08-16T23:27:59.211-05:00I can't believe I am going to college tomorrow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-3974089787934874347?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-69079357383456383002007-07-27T01:09:00.000-05:002007-07-27T01:10:02.779-05:00apparently I can't sleep<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WHk-qUkgeTo/RqmMKc3LKII/AAAAAAAAADY/qdZ2D5snsXY/s1600-h/bethsp.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091754964893247618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WHk-qUkgeTo/RqmMKc3LKII/AAAAAAAAADY/qdZ2D5snsXY/s320/bethsp.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-6907935738345638300?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-57601762494732686592007-07-21T23:12:00.000-05:002007-07-21T23:15:54.355-05:00I am not pleased with fedex at the momentplease tell me how someone could possibly mix up texas with california. seriously.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-5760176249473268659?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-42060329489197451702007-07-21T11:13:00.001-05:002007-07-21T11:13:53.195-05:00packagesMy stereo didn't come today.<br /><br />...<br /><br />But Harry Potter did.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-4206032948919745170?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-20088303595161202602007-07-20T12:44:00.000-05:002007-07-20T12:52:58.161-05:00todayToday feels like a good day. Kinda like all the doors are open and I can do whatever I want. I have to go to work from 3:15-7:15, but other than that I am free to do whatever. My stereo should be coming today so I am super excited for that. Actually I think I'm going to go check outside right now to see if it's here. .. Hmm not here yet. And I think I swallowed a whole bunch of gnats on my way to the mailbox. It had better come soon. Like now. I think I'm going to go shower and then practice my clarinet. I really need to practice lots more. Audition music is out and I have to do a good job. It's less than a month to move in. I really can't wait.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-2008830359516120260?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-21245359906860578402007-07-12T21:38:00.000-05:002007-07-12T21:41:52.770-05:00I'll take the blame every time.<br />because it hurts so bad to have you upset.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-2124535990686057840?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-24746029084035297152007-06-19T19:59:00.000-05:002007-06-19T20:00:18.294-05:00I'm on a rollI've practiced every day since yesterday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-2474602908403529715?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-35247262529693676422007-06-13T23:52:00.000-05:002007-06-13T23:54:33.739-05:00yay nerdy music jokes.C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve minors," and E-flat leaves. C and G have an open fifth between them and after a few drinks, G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me, I'll just be a second."<br />A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor and sends him out. Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and shouts, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."<br />Next night, E-flat, not easily deflated, comes into the bar in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says: "You're looking pretty sharp tonight. Come on in. This could be a major development." And in fact, E-flat takes off his suit and everything else and stands there au naturel. Eventually, C, who had passed out under the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest.<br />So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal, however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.<br />The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.<br /><br />***<br /><br />-A Player's Guide for Keeping Conductors in Line-<br />If there were a basic training manual for orchestra players, it might include ways to practice not only music, but one-upmanship. It seems as if many young players take pride in getting the conductor's goat. The following rules are intended as a guide to the development of habits that will irritate the conductor. (Variations and additional methods depend upon the imagination and skill of the player.) 1.Never be satisfied with the tuning note. Fussing about the pitch takes attention away from the podium and puts it on you, where it belongs.<br />2.When raising the music stand, be sure the top comes off and spills the music on the floor.<br />3.Complain about the temperature of the rehearsal room, the lighting, crowded space, or a draft. It's best to do this when the conductor is under pressure.<br />4.Look the other way just before cues.<br />5.Never have the proper mute, a spare set of strings, or extra reeds. Percussion players must never have all their equipment.<br />6.Ask for a re-audition or seating change. Ask often. Give the impression you're about to quit. Let the conductor know you're there as a personal favor.<br />7.Pluck the strings as if you are checking tuning at every opportunity, especially when the conductor is giving instructions. Brass players: drop mutes. Percussionists have a wide variety of dropable items, but cymbals are unquestionably the best because they roll around for several seconds.<br />8.Loudly blow water from the keys during pauses (Horn, oboe and clarinet players are trained to do this from birth).<br />9.Long after a passage has gone by, ask the conductor if your C# was in tune. This is especially effective if you had no C# or were not playing at the time. (If he catches you, pretend to be correcting a note in your part.)<br />10.At dramatic moments in the music (while the conductor is emoting) be busy marking your music so that the climaxes will sound empty and disappointing.<br />11.Wait until well into a rehearsal before letting the conductor know you don't have the music.<br />12.Look at your watch frequently. Shake it in disbelief occasionally.<br />13.Tell the conductor, "I can't find the beat." Conductors are always sensitive about their "stick technique", so challenge it frequently.<br />14.As the conductor if he has listened to the Bernstein recording of the piece. Imply that he could learn a thing or two from it. Also good: ask "Is this the first time you've conducted this piece?"<br />15.When rehearsing a difficult passage, screw up your face and shake your head indicating that you'll never be able to play it. Don't say anything: make him wonder.<br />16.If your articulation differs from that of others playing the same phrase, stick to your guns. Do not ask the conductor which is correct until backstage just before the concert.<br />17.Find an excuse to leave rehearsal about 15 minutes early so that others will become restless and start to pack up and fidget.<br />18.During applause, smile weakly or show no expression at all. Better yet, nonchalantly put away your instrument. Make the conductor feel he is keeping you from doing something really important. It is time that players reminded their conductors of the facts of life: just who do conductors think they are, anyway?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-3524726252969367642?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-1707395374369659832007-06-05T00:37:00.000-05:002007-06-05T00:38:49.801-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WHk-qUkgeTo/RmT24pWApUI/AAAAAAAAADE/JYhzrVaQE40/s1600-h/z5254575.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072450533357299010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WHk-qUkgeTo/RmT24pWApUI/AAAAAAAAADE/JYhzrVaQE40/s320/z5254575.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-170739537436965983?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21468628.post-18463306889836046022007-05-08T19:59:00.000-05:002007-05-08T20:12:23.854-05:00one month laterUpdating out of shame because its been a month. Over half of the up coming events in my last post are now over. I scarcely work at Old Navy and I like it that way. I am equally looking forward to and dreading college. I'm trying my hardest not to be naive. My friends are all really smart. I hope they end up in good places.<br /><br />I don't believe in karma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21468628-1846330688983604602?l=eliizaboo.blogspot.com'/></div>elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17447213514959735222noreply@blogger.com0