Friday, December 31, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
I really, really like Audrey Hepburn.
Like everyone else, I know she's classy and elegant and a style icon.
And I, like everyone else, wish I could dress like her.
She had tons of pretty black dresses.
Just one pretty black dress, and I'd be set for awhile.
But even without the pretty black dress, I'd be content just being her devoted fan.
Ever since I first watched My Fair Lady many, many moons ago, I've been in fandom-mode.
Then followed Roman Holiday...
and Sabrina and Breakfast at Tiffany's.
This Christmas break, there'll be Funny Face.
Along with The Great Gatsby (which was...interesting)...
the three-disc set of Doris Day and Rock Hudson...
DVD, a family favorite, in Lt. Robin Crusoe...
Amadeus, which I had no idea existed until yesterday...and now it's broken.
Oh! And the ever-authentic Alamo, which I simply must watch with father dear.
I think I love old movies almost a little bit more than the ones we've got now.
You have a favorite?
Saturday, December 4, 2010
- The "f" key on the keyboard is going out. I have to press it seven times to get it to work.
- It's December. (You already knew that, I know, but that's not the point.)
- I'm popular on Dictionary.com. Sort of.
- There's a Superman shirt at Wal-Mart I've been dying to get.
- I sent my letter to Jacqueline.
- There's a purse waiting for me out there. If you've never been purse-hunting, you're not missing anything, let me tell you. It's one of a female's most stressful shopping jobs.
- I learned how to Arrive Alive, how not to be a statistic...etc. Good things to know.
- Jennifer Grey (not to mention Derek Hough) won Dancing with the Stars. Yeah, yeah...I am, unfortunately, a follower of that ridiculous show. Does that lower my IQ?
So, yes, I am a typical teenage girl.
I think I need to accept that.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
She speaks only French.
I'm convinced that she's the sweetest girl in Niger.
And she wrote a poem called "For Elyse".
"Many people have lost their time trying to buy something that can not be bought.
But when they realize the mistake it is never too late to correct.
Friendship is one thing that we can wholeheartedly do even if there are still difficulties to be opposed.
Friendship is a mysterious feeling that can only be discovered by the heart.
The true friendship lies in the sincerity and love."
It amazes me that a little girl so far away from me understands something like this so beautifully.
Jacqueline has made me want to be her best friend, too.
Time to write a letter in French.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
- I can go downstairs for a glass of water. (And so I did.)
- I can walk downstairs for a glass of water. No wheelchair or braces or crutches. (This I did as well.)
- I can pull out my Medieval History textbook and learn as much as I want. (Which I did. I wasn't in the best learning mood, so it didn't last long, but I did.)
- I can whip out my cell phone and play a game on it. (I did. Apparently just owning a cell phone puts me in the top percent of the richest young people in the world. Gratitude...)
- I have my vision. (I looked at one of my favorite fairy tale books with beautiful illustrations, and greatly enjoyed it.)
- I have my innocence. (Which speaks for itself.)
So, as you can see, I have much to be thankful for. I just forget sometimes.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
What I do have today is a beautiful, sunshiny afternoon. I'd like to share that with you. Alas, I cannot transport you here. So that's out, too...
Oh! I know! I can tell you about the singer at church today; let you hear her beautiful voice...shoot. Can't do that either. Alas, I have no recording of her.
Okay, let me tell you this: it's finally autumn, it's beautiful outside, and I heard someone who has been blessed with a lovely voice.
If you've ever experienced any of those things, call on their memories. It's all I have to give you for now...something you already have.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
I think of your love as a symphony, as music that seeps through my thoughts, my inhibitions, and finally, touches my soul. Can I feel that, please? Can I be lost in the songs you sing to me?
You show me your love through daily occurances...a spontaneous thought...a beautiful day...the history you've orchestrated...the people you place in my life...the song I'd forgotten, but heard all the same, at just the right moment. And at that right moment, you tell me what I need to hear.
Please, help me listen to what you say, because I know you speak to me in ways I love.
And I'll continue to love you back.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
"Lead me with strong hands, stand up when I can't..."
I want to be led.
I want to be emptied of everything I know now - my desires, my hopes, the things I picture for my future, my failures, over and over again, my imperfections, my obsessions, the things and people I love -
I want it all emptied, good and bad alike.
To be empty is to be clean.
To be empty is the potential; gaping, wide-open potential, to be filled.
Refilled with only the good and more: the beautiful, the humble, the simple, the joyous, the dependent.
When you're filled with good things, they create a solid surface. It's something you can lean back against, soak up, and enjoy.
Bad things fill up full of holes, so you always want more. They deceivingly make themselves appear grounded in truth, and when you try to put your weight tentatively on them, they fall through.
I want to be emptied. Cleaned out, refreshed, sanitized, and made full.
In fullness, there's freedom.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
All I wanted was cream soda. All I wanted. However, wouldn't ya know, the only rack going empty in the entire aisle was that one. A single bottle lay at the very back, just out of reach. Nevertheless, I was undaunted. I wanted that cream soda. No other would do. I stretched and stretched, up on tip-toes. My fingers brushed the cap, and in that moment of frustration, I said...
"Come on, little buddy, come to me..."
It was at this time that I realized something I'd completely forgotten in my quest for cream soda: other people go to the drink aisle, too. A man stood with his cart full of cat food and an amused expression directly behind me. At that moment, I abandoned my mission quickly and gladly, not wanting to know who else, exactly, had witnessed this. I grabbed some Pepsi and beat it - back to my mom, and far, far away from the man and his cat food.
Fortuanately, I have a mother who laughs. With me, not at me.
Doesn't everyone do stuff like this? Even if you have no one to chuckle with in the moment of flushing, it sure makes a good story for those around you.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise his name – I’m fixed upon it
Name of God’s redeeming LOVE.
Hither to, thy love has blessed me
Thou hast brought me to this place
And I know thy hand will bring me
Safely home by thy good grace
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
Bought me with his precious blood.
O, to grace, how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be. Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love! Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.
Monday, June 28, 2010
- Some weddings...my brother's, a wonderful friend's, and, maybe someday, my own.
- An outdoor concert...and I won't care who's playing...as long as it's a symphony.
- Receiving an acceptance letter to that great college I'll find one of these days.
- Find a love letter written by a long-ago family member.
- See this band perform "Something Glorious" again.
- Taking pictures of my children someday.
- Casually bump into someone famous.
- Read my journal in thirty years.
- Glimpse a real movie premiere.
- My 25-year class reunion.
- A tailored outfit.
- A great prom.
- See Italy.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
I returned home this afternoon from the week-long camp my youth group goes to each year. Needless to say, it was a fantastic experience altogether, but the phrase...
Robert, my wonderful, amazing, cool youth pastor, whom I normally completely agree with, suggested, "Sometime this week, we'll probably be going to the ropes course on the property here."
At this point, I felt torn between wanting to slap poor Robert or running to hide.
How dare he offer something like that, I thought. I'm not physical! I have no upper body strength! I'm gonna feel like a total idiot! I'll be standing there the whole time! What's the point of climbing around thirty feet in the air on ropes and cables and whatnot?!
Somehow, I did it.
Yes, after all of my internal complaints, I just climbed up a cargo net (that gave me terrible rope burn and bruises), walked across a bridge made out of two-by-fours (forty feet up), and zip-lined down to the ground (three seconds of which were spent falling straight down). I, Elyse, just did it, and I'm so glad.
Maybe this stands out in my memory because I'm the kind of person who would love to just sit back, be comfortable, and watch extreme sports when...well...never. That's just who I'd accepted myself to be, and I planned on defending that personality trait whenever threatened.
Just doing it made me feel like I could do whatever else I wanted. Maybe it's a good idea for me to stop saying I'll never do something.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sometimes I enjoy being the voice of reason, because I'm the one with the truth. But that's tough, too. Even when you know you're right, and that they need to hear this, you continue to doubt yourself, wondering if they even care or if any of it is sinking in.
They treat you differently, and you're torn between wanting it and wishing it away.
You want to fit, but know that you never completely can.
Leaving things your heart knows are wrong tears it apart sometimes.
I might sound hopeless, but I know it isn't. There's a point to it all...getting there is tough. *sigh* Sometimes I just wish things were simpler.
Friday, June 4, 2010
- I hiccupped in the womb. It was a great event for my mother's coworkers.
- I didn't cry loudly when I was born, like my brother did. (Let me just say, the "loud" aspect hasn't changed much since then.) I whimpered, like a little lamb.
- On my first birthday, I downed an entire Twinkie when my parents' backs were turned.
- The sound of the shrieking peacocks mystified me when I went to the zoo at three years old. I guess the goats' tongues, did, too.
- I had a cake with a Barbie stuck in the middle for a ballerina party. I loved that cake.
- At one birthday, I made a movie with my friends. There were tater tots, photo booths, and guest appearances. Man, that was fun.
- There have been tons of wonderful themes my mother is fantastic at planning for. Let's see...sunflowers, carousels, princesses, ballerinas, American Girl, the Wizard of Oz, a tea party, butterflies...
I so love my memories. Happy birthday to me.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
- Smell: My darling father's aftershave. It lingers, and yet it isn't overbearing. It seems to make the whole house smell amazing. I never get tired of it, and I tell him so constantly. He definitely smells good.
- Sight: My calendar, when I cross off the 26th of every month. It means that the next day, the 27th, my texting bill starts over. Yes, this makes me ridiculously happy. It shouldn't, but it does.
- Sound: The crunch and swoosh of my beautiful formal dress. All these poofs and layers. Occasionally I just put it on and swirl around my room. I feel like a Disney princess - completely beautiful.
- Taste: One of those giant orange sodas from the cookie kiosk at the mall. I love those things.
- Touch: The genuine squeeze of a genuine person who's genuinely glad to see me. Every time I see someone like this, I don't know whether to grin in cheesy joy just to be near them, or stand paralized in awe of their awesomeness. Do I make sense? Probably not. I'm good at that. :)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying.
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O hark, O hear! How thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying;
Blow bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Isn't this beautiful? I'm getting to be a poetry person...huh. Never saw that one coming. :)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
- Aw, shoot. School's almost out. I love school!
- Being a senior is just about as cool as you get in high school.
- As a result, I love seniors.
- As a result, I want to be one.
- Graduations make me cry.
- How in the world do sponges digest food? The absence of a cell wall allows animals what?
- I won't have to take biology as a senior.
- I refuse to wear heels when I'm graduating.
- I'm way too hung up on seniority tonight.
- I wish I could take good pictures. Practice, yes...but you kind of have to have a camera that works...and a lot of time.
- Lemon cake is delicious.
- Pink laptops are very cute.
- My birthday is coming up soon!
- Elyse on World War II: Hitler was crazy, his wife must have been crazy, too, and it's very hard to grasp the fact that one man was responsible for the destruction of almost half a race.
Well, enjoy the evening. I'll be weeping for the by-gone seniors. And looking up sponge facts.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.
I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.
This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.
If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.
Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.
But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.
So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
He's the man.
I sat there reading, thinking, "This guy is so smart. Man, this guy is smart. So smart." I mean, I can't imagine saying things like that off the top of my head! So poignant, yet so true.
Maybe it's just the manhood thing. Atticus is a real man. He is emotional, you can tell, but isn't afraid to hide it. He admits he's getting old. He's honest with his children. He's strong, but doesn't boast it, only using it when he needs to. He does the dirty work. He is self-controlled. He's smart. He knows he's a man.
This is coming from a teenage girl's point of view, but wouldn't it be nice if all men were like Atticus? Stepping up, taking initiative, being men, yet not over-doing it. I'm pretty sure that, if anything, men want to be like Atticus, somebody so respected for the right reasons, deep down inside.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
- The excitement of auditions. They really are pretty great. "Ooh, she's pretty good. Naw, they won't make it. Oh, I did terrible! No, you did just fine. He'd be good as so-and-so..." Nerve-wracking but way fun.
- The leap your heart gets when you see the cast list. Surprise for some, shock for others. "Guess who I got? Yes, I did! Who are you? Really?! I can't believe it!"
- Rehearsals. Continuous laughing, line-checking, stumbling, more laughing, bumbling, yelling, and more laughing.
- Dress rehearsals. "You should have your lines down by now! Speak up! Man, I messed that up bad. Set changes need to be quicker! Um...can you help me with my makeup? This doesn't fit. I hate this lipstick!" One of the best parts.
- Pre-show antics. It's a secret world of it's own. All kinds of games and laughs and makeup-fixing.
- The actual performance. "Oh, the audience liked that part. Whoops, skipped a line. Nice job, guys. He's ad-libbing a lot. Wish me luck. Break a leg!"
- The applause.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
- The Lightning Thief series. If you've never heard of these books or don't know what they're about, this will fill you in. If I lived in New York City, I would have been at the premier in a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt.
- Jane Austen. This may not apply to me in full because I (don't hit me) haven't read the books. I know. Very bad. But I like the movies...does that count at all? My mother says I can't buy the shirt that says, "I randomly quote Jane Austen," (which I do) until I've actually read the books. I'm getting around to it...:)
- The Rebelution. I check the website every time I'm online for their latest blog post. It's so incredibly refreshing to read anything by the Harris brothers. This is a good geek-thing.
- Chuck. The TV show about that be-Conversed, bumbling, adorable spy who loves his partner agent (but won't admit it) and works at an electronics store in the Nerd Herd as his cover. I love it. My family will testify to the fact that every time it hits eight o'clock on Monday night, I can be found shrieking, "Chuck is on! Chuck is on! I love you, Chuck!" to the screen.
Yes, I can be very pathetic when these things are anywhere near me. Like I said, I'm human, too. But I gotta admit, I love life even more when Chuck is on, or when I'm reading about Percy and Annabeth and Grover, or having a bi-weekly P&P movie night with my mom, or checking in with other rebelutionaries, so I guess it's worth it. :)
Sunday, March 21, 2010
- Pumpin' up tunes - Bring 'em Out by Hawk Nelson, It's All About You by PureNRG, and Jump by Van Halen (of course).
- Sleepy-time tune - Silent Night by Celtic Woman (yes, Christmas song, but it's in the most beautiful language ever...it's the old language of Ireland, I think?).
- Pre-band competition tune - August's Rhapsody (see playlist!) and Bari Improv by Mark Mancina.
- "Why am I here?" moment tunes - Lost Get Found by Britt Nicole and Tears of the Saints by Leeland (the first song that made me cry in a concert).
- When I just want to be a teenager tune - Because You Live by...(yes, I like him)...Jesse McCartney. (Smite me.) Oh, and Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis, Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade, and Apologize by OneRepublic. Wow, didn't realize just how much of a teenage girl I am.
- Good ol' tunes - Monday, Monday by the Mamas and the Papas, Day O by Harry Belafonte, and The Way You Look Tonight by Steve Tyrell.
Can you relate to any of them? Any suggestions for other categories?
Sunday, March 14, 2010
I was walking down a hallway, and truly, I'll admit, I was pathetically trying to look cool, like I had somewhere I needed to be, like I had it all together. Right. Interesting how our conscience works. I'm convinced that it was bored and felt like picking on me. It whispered a little snickering message to my arm, and then to my hand. "Fling the water bottle across the hall!" it said. I hope it had fun. I did, and it worked. To make it worse, the cap on the bottle broke, and the little water that was left went everywhere. "Stupid, stupid Elyse!" it said.
Well, no, I did not succeed in appearing the least bit cool. In fact, I'm sure I looked pretty klutzy. That little pinch had a good time. I didn't.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
So, what am I thinking about today? This...
- How much I want a Christa Taylor dress.
- This analogy.
- Affirmative Action. I must write a four-minute speech about it before Friday.
- How discrimination is so cruelly unfair.
- How wonderful it would be if everyone knew Jesus.
- How nice it would be to get a blog makeover done by this person.
- Why I can't write poetry.
- How incredible Jane Austen's world of communication was.
- What it would be like to live in Hungary, where our church's missionaries are headed.
- Why I'm so terrible at photography.
- Why I didn't take art this year.
- How pointless I believe high school dances can be.
- Why it's so terrible to have to eat a meal with a plastic spoon, as some people seem to think it is.
- How lovely it would be to have someone come and do my laundry for me...and fold everything...and clean my room...
- How totally cool I'd be if I could sword fight.
- How blessed I am to have been born into this, my family.
- How neat it is to have five followers, compared to last week's two. :)
- Why songs get stuck in our heads and refuse to move out.
- How much pure fun it is to be in a play.
This picture was taken by my friend Melissa. Hence my thought today about being a terrible photographer, which I am. Melissa, however, is obviously not.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Follow this link...if you have some time and don't mind being taunted by a button. Maybe you've seen this before, but it's a lot of fun. Give it a shot! I spent fifteen minutes of my life with this thing. Was it worth it? No...but it made me smile.
Monday, February 22, 2010
When I'm old and gray, and I have a house of my own, I want to be the one with the fun house. Haven't you read a book about the mysterious old lady with the weird house? Somehow, it can then become a sanctuary for a lucky young person.
Yes, my house will have many rooms, each with it's own special personality. I want one room filled with bookshelves, and, having read each and every one of them, I'll invite others to do the same. We can sit and sip tea and talk about the hidden meanings in every story. Then I'll have a clean room, with pale teal walls and hand-made rugs with a million colors. It'll have a window that opens out into a beautiful garden and a wrought-iron bed with fresh white sheets. Oh, and then I'll have a memory room, filled from ceiling to floor just with things from the past. You know how much I'd love to be in a room like that? To be in the past, just for a moment? Ah, well. Next will be a writing room I keep all of my stories, and that's where they'll live.
Yes, when I'm old, I don't plan on being lonely. Loneliness is a choice. That's why I dream of having a house that's alive with stories and history, so that others who appreciate those things can enjoy them.