tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57225425657396265882011-08-03T09:36:08.551-07:00Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-76142127731156289102010-04-25T23:17:00.000-07:002010-04-25T23:18:43.737-07:00

Someday you’ll marry me and make me the happiest girl. But until that happens I’ll just imagine what it will be like to fall asleep in your arms. It sounds so cliché, I know, because everyone and their mother dream about falling asleep in someone’s arms. Arms are apparently very attractive things to fall asleep in. But I think and know that there is truth in being in your arms, as if all the

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-87160164070711393022010-01-16T02:54:00.000-08:002010-01-16T02:56:12.476-08:00

So....I wrote this in May of 2009 and I completely forgot about it. And it cracks me up. I can't believe some of the things I write. It's so weird reading your own writing. It's like dreaming."Good ness. Could I feel any less artistic. I look at the goodness and greatness and beauty and VOICE of all these people, all these people I know who have talent dripping out of their fingers and

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-7080417033159402382010-01-11T01:24:00.000-08:002010-01-11T01:25:11.688-08:00

I am smartest at night.It’s not like I’ve always wanted it to be that way, it just happened to be that way. I have no recollection of when I was a child under the age of four, but my parents tell me that at night I would often refuse to go to bed. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I’m pretty sure it’s the same as I think right now and it’s either one of two things: 1) If I go to sleep

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-85915472042900108832010-01-03T08:33:00.000-08:002010-01-03T08:34:09.405-08:00

Emily Dickinson.Not trapped,But a secluded singing birdWho sticks to the neighborhood.Copies of copies travel the world.Xeroxes roam the billion corners;Taking their inspiration with them.Copies had to start somewhere.Their masters stay at home,For the pot cannot simmerUnless it’s left alone.

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I recently have been visiting a food blog entitled Pioneer Woman. I love her because she loves butter. People who love butter, even if they are creepy, unkempt, or murderers of 21 year old women, are a-okay in my book. At least until they pull out a weapon. One of the phrases this fine butter lady uses for exclamation and happiness is "ugh." I find this hilarious and super duper entertaining

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-73207272506880064372009-11-08T16:23:00.000-08:002009-11-08T17:23:57.905-08:00

Today I had the great fortune of completing a "virtual exploration" for my Sociology class. This class is about demographics, but the definition of demographics (which would usually render it a harmless subject as far as social issues goes) does not stop us from delving into an exploration that exposes us students to the finer details of social issues. This virtual exploration happened to be

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-9013647357759503302009-10-27T00:50:00.000-07:002009-10-27T01:32:19.885-07:00

When I was at CBU I took at a New Testament survey class. My professor really opened my eyes to, well, God. This sounds very ridiculous considering my pastor's kid upbringing and the various pride-filled stunts that I pulled at church the show everyone just how spiritual I was. I was a liar for most of my childhood and adolescence, but that's hardly worth talking about right now. One of

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-37237983851885263652009-09-23T11:49:00.000-07:002009-09-23T12:00:55.300-07:00

I wasn't sure when school would start to feel like school again, but it happened today. Last week I read my demography book for my (sweet) online class and decided that I would wait a few days to finish the reading response that is due today (Wednesday). As usual with procrastination it is now Wednesday and I still have not completed my assignment. This assignment may be the easiest assignment

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-16310989850872495632009-08-29T10:55:00.000-07:002009-08-29T11:27:20.298-07:00

Tomorrow I will have the very strange, yet exciting, opportunity to teach the older, retired ladies class at my church. I've been ignoring the lesson all week, because lately I've been feeling very distant from God and I didn't know how I was ever going to pull off teaching these extremely wise and wonderful women. But today being Saturday, the day before Sunday, I hunkered down and pulled out

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-39958285303484122062009-08-09T22:56:00.000-07:002009-08-10T00:07:59.931-07:00

Well hello there. I've been at my sister's for almost two weeks now. This is the perfect amount of time for a vacation; just long enough for one to experience all the different parts of the vacation and get homesick at the end of the second week. Being away for only one week doesn't really do it for me. In order to really miss my friend and family, I need at least two weeks. Get's the

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-40789072265950062332009-07-31T05:23:00.000-07:002009-07-31T05:36:01.396-07:00

I took three tries before I got my Blogger password right. I guess that means I'll never be able to hack myself.That is....a bit wrong.Anyway.I'm not in CA. I'm in another state. And I'm tired. So tired. My sister is a worse night owl than me. And we really shouldn't stay in the same bedroom. We're a high school slumber party gone awry. We don't sleep. This is the second night I've been up all

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-61343095454293549012009-07-23T01:03:00.001-07:002009-07-23T01:14:27.019-07:00

Goodness. Musicians are sexy. Seriously. I was just watching a video of a guy I know playing the bass. I would never in my entire life be attracted to this boy, but as his fingers were flying up and down the neck of that bass I couldn't help but feel a little drawn to his excellent bassist abilities. I'm a sucker for people who can play instruments. Deep down in my heart I've always known

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-74383583086050373692009-07-14T10:19:00.001-07:002009-07-14T10:21:30.794-07:00

Have you ever had a sick heart? Anger really does take me apart, one piece at a time.I'm not going to molder anymore because of these emotions. They go one way, my sense goes another way. This battle is classic!

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-52829077596871152232009-07-11T03:57:00.000-07:002009-07-11T03:58:11.109-07:00

You’re in London lucky duckAnd I’m stuck here in BakersfieldWaiting to come and meet youWaiting to give you a hug and showYou how much I’ve changedAnd how much we can really like each other now.You’re in London lucky duckAnd I’m sitting here in my roomThinking of all the books you’ve readAnd recommended like the teacher you are.I miss your brown hair and gray-blue eyesLooking at me with fire,

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-72509367987252485642009-07-01T09:49:00.000-07:002009-07-01T09:51:53.802-07:00

As you probably gathered after reading the previous post (read the previous post.), I stayed up all night because of a combination of tea and a three hour nap....and coffee this morning. Bad combination for sleep, but I feel really wired and creative.Moral of the story: Get significantly less sleep.Here is another thing I wrote this morning because coffee makes me crazy.MilkThis morning I woke

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-58193417544048126152009-07-01T05:56:00.000-07:002009-07-01T06:10:12.638-07:00

Some nights you just don’t get any sleep. You stay awake. Sometimes you toss and turn. There are moments when you are still. A few times you look through the blinds and comment to yourself that it is getting light out there. For the first time in months you witness a sunrise. Suddenly 100 degree weather doesn’t seem so terrible on this July dawn. There’s water on the grass that looks like

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-65407217997970814792009-06-28T23:51:00.001-07:002009-06-29T00:00:21.033-07:00

I'm not done for today. You thought I was.And you were wrong.IN YOUR FACE.:D Well, okay, not really in your face, but whatever. It's time for bed soon. I have to say this because I'm a big girl and I have things to do tomorrow and I have to get up early to do them.Being big really, truly sucks big time. I was talking to my dad a week ago about how when you get to be an "adult" summer vacation

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-72241847083026072702009-06-28T14:29:00.000-07:002009-06-28T15:10:45.255-07:00

My parents went on a semi-vacation on Thursday. It is only a semi-vacation because they're going to be doing more wedding planning than relaxing. At least, I think that's what is going to happen. I might be wrong. It's happened before.Since they've been gone I've done many things, and I feel the need to record them there, because I'm bored (which hasn't really, truly happened since....high

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-53862807971242207672009-06-25T16:02:00.001-07:002009-06-25T16:17:27.697-07:00

Then I took my own life and everything afterward was frightful, starting with Sylvester. He was there in my time after death, as if the words of Death Cab for Cutie songs are prophetic or something. There wasn't any sound. I don't think there was any color either. Just dark and needles pricking my skin, liquid coursing out of the holes that was too viscous to be blood. My whole body was

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-53779182187502944052009-06-21T01:37:00.000-07:002009-06-21T01:45:28.140-07:00

I've been thinking about a few things lately. I can't lay them out yet because I'm not done thinking about them. I just want everyone to know that I actually have been using my brains, even though I am not in school being forced to use my brains (in sometimes frivolous and awful ways...general ed I hateth thee).Here is a list.Things That Will Change Your Life:- Jr. High- Car Crashes- God-

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-45873501216431568982009-06-17T01:17:00.000-07:002009-06-17T02:03:53.854-07:00

I do my best thinking at night. Waking up tomorrow is going to suck, but I think it's all worth it in the end.

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-85278464630783138502009-06-16T00:43:00.000-07:002009-06-16T01:15:43.857-07:00

Today. Today I wonder if perfect love reaches out the most to those who are wounded. In my head I have an image of Jesus (whatever he looks like) and the 'good' are surrounding Him. They are smiling and carrying their Bibles and they've got really sweet cross necklaces. You know what I'm talking about, the ones that are made out of the two little nails. Right, the crosses that remind us of

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-47163491898577249812009-06-12T04:48:00.001-07:002009-06-12T04:58:54.040-07:00

Things that are better than finishing your last paper/final and realizing that summer, glorious summer, is now standing in front of you, reaching out its hand and beckoning:1. Jesus coming back.That's pretty much all I could think of. In other news, I'm fairly certain that the front lawn has been watered twice in the last 12 hours. Once at 5pm, and now at 5am.So. Do you want to know why I'm

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-11764491318866713082009-06-08T19:48:00.000-07:002009-06-08T20:04:07.606-07:00

All my life I've observed Daylight Savings Time. I've always thought it was a weird concept, but, not being from Arizona, I went with it. I haven't really give much thought to DST, because other than the week that we spend recovering from the time change the change doesn't make too much of a difference. Every time DST has happened in my life, I've always welcomed the change, as if this next

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-72098810128161591352009-04-11T00:05:00.000-07:002009-04-11T00:31:55.619-07:00

Instructions:Go to www.urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the definition it gives you.1.) Your name? AliseA- The most amazing girl in the world. Men fall at her feet and worship her. She is extremely sweet but if you piss her off you better watch out. She WILL kick your ass. B- An emo chick that cuts her calfs and goes on phycotic raids

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-17504714380648270722009-04-03T01:30:00.000-07:002009-04-03T01:31:19.617-07:00

"Yet another creative writing attempt! Constructive criticism always welcome."So tonight I looked under the covers and found a speck of dust that was your body. I put my finger on that dust. It dissolved into the sweat that was on my skin. Now you’re lost somewhere inside of me, cruising around my body, mingling with the red blood cells and running away from the whites. You’re a foreign

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-73594743628015403772009-03-21T23:52:00.000-07:002009-03-22T00:43:36.333-07:00

I forget about the mountains.When I live in Bakersfield, or in Riverside, or in Bloomington, I forget that there's a place in the world that is not crisscrossed by streets and studded by cookie cutter houses or buildings that were cool in the seventies. I forget that it is possible to be surrounded by trees. There is a place where the sky is blue, not a gray to blue gradient. I know that the

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-37391778344625816502009-03-17T23:33:00.001-07:002009-03-17T23:43:21.892-07:00

Ewww, gross. Don't judge, it's how I feel.Anywho, I don't have to go to school tomorrow! Jealous? Don't be, I still have to complete two essays and create a portfolio, all of which are due on Thursday. So it's not like I get a break or anything. Not until Friday....that's when it will be time to drive up to the mountains and enjoy a good sublime landscape or two. The best that the Sierra

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-19146027081816198292009-03-16T18:13:00.000-07:002009-03-16T18:18:15.587-07:00

I have great respect for Mr. Vonnegut, but only because I read Slaughterhouse-Five and liked it. After SH-5 I ventured into the pages of Breakfast of Champions and was not altogether pleased. Maybe my high school brain didn' t get it (I've been discovering that lately...my high school brain was kind of lame in the broken sense of the word). But I also couldn't get into Timequake....so maybe

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-85296005190327696632009-03-09T12:40:00.000-07:002009-03-09T13:04:02.967-07:00

Last night my puppy died. I wasn't there at the time, but I did see her be in pain for the whole weekend. She would hold her little stomach in and tense all her muscles as if thinking that if she rolled into a small enough ball all the pain would go away. There are not many things more affecting or pathetic as watching, or holding, a sick dog. They are so fragile and heartbreaking. When I

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-5644551826193916292009-03-06T03:17:00.001-08:002009-03-06T03:44:45.660-08:00

Read more books. Watch more movies. Write more awesome observations about people and their lives. Do all of these things and live in a drugged up daze of self/world-reflection. Then life will be truly wonderful and not at all cheapened by actually living it. Usually around this hour, 3am, my cat will come into my room and rub her face against my computer. This is one of the things that I

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-45866484858716229092009-03-03T22:35:00.000-08:002009-03-03T22:43:51.468-08:00

Have you ever met someone and then parted ways, only to discover that when they are gone you feel like something is missing? Hmmm, that's really vague. Let me clarify. Things I'm not talking about: I'm not talking about significant relationships, but rather trivial ones that meant next to nothing and were more like acquaintance than friendships. Things I am talking about: People that I've

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-85228819488851524752009-02-28T00:09:00.001-08:002009-02-28T00:09:57.652-08:00

So today I was really thinking about doing things and taking action because I believe In God and believe that he's telling me to do such things (which sounds really vague...) One of the things God has been talking to me about lately is serving other people and putting their needs and interests before myself. I get so sick of the realization of how self-absorbed I can be. Sometimes when I'm

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-76499638264986892152009-02-27T12:12:00.000-08:002009-02-27T12:26:34.189-08:00

I have to be careful about reading. During the quarter, especially this quarter, there's been so much to read literature-wise, and it tends to eat up whole days of time, daring you to get behind in the schedule so it can devour your weekend. Anytime I pick up a book that it not on my scholastic reading list I have to be careful not to get too into it or I'll take all my time reading that book

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-2506136119675093402009-02-20T23:55:00.000-08:002009-02-21T00:12:43.111-08:00

I'm blue.Actually, I'm not blue. I'm a kind of pink color that's real fine. This is only an object lesson.People say that when they're sad or depressed. I'm blue. I'm not sure what that means. It makes me think of Madame Blueberry from VeggieTales. (Which, if I might have the audacity to say, was much better in its early years.) "I'm so Blue-hoo-hoo Blue-hoo-hoo Blue-hoo-hoo-hooooo! I'm

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-27544543463063457832009-02-20T00:15:00.000-08:002009-02-20T00:47:22.383-08:00

Is it possible to love another person for no reason at all? Or do there have to be reasons? I suppose any choice a person makes usually has reasons that support and/or lead up to that choice. They're not always good reasons. I don't think it's possible to love another person for no reason at all. Even when we claim that we don't have reasons we usually do and are just too afraid to share

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-19931565064974282022009-02-18T19:25:00.000-08:002009-02-18T19:43:25.059-08:00

Anyone who visits libraries, at some point in their life, will no doubt encounter something weird within those book-containin' walls. In most cases the strangeness will stem from some odd book found among the shelves like a malformed, yet still beautiful, diamond among rocks. But there are moments when the books must be ignored because someone strange has walked in who needs immediate

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-62597625808712927912009-02-18T00:12:00.000-08:002009-02-18T00:13:50.325-08:00

Makeup BabiesMakeup babies dressing in purple shoesAnd strapping holy hand grenades to theirSwinging, shapeless, awkward, bony, square hips.Their hearts are being gift wrapped in slick plastic,Their souls are now bound in magazine pages,Their eyes are scaled over with TV glasses.For this year and that year they’ll hold this pose,Until later when they’ll burst from the sackAnd whip their heads

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-50573097101693794992009-02-16T01:42:00.000-08:002009-02-16T01:55:20.603-08:00

I've missed out on writing for the last three days. Not because I've had anything better to do...well, that's a lie, because I have had better things to do. But the point I'm trying to make is not that I had better things to do and THEREFORE I didn't write a blog, but that I had better things to do and didn't ever get around to doing those important things OR writing a blog. So really, if you

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-7828105926441907312009-02-12T12:09:00.000-08:002009-02-12T12:17:00.701-08:00

Yo! Guess what classes I'm taking for Spring quarter?If you guessed English classes then you are only 1/3 correct!Critical Approaches to Literature (which apparently is a psycho class with lots of heavy reading and lameness. It's one of those classes that people take and thereafter decided to change their major.)Ceramics! (Yeah!)And some random Political Thought Processes class, which I'm not

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-83085822856981732372009-02-10T21:45:00.000-08:002009-02-10T21:56:03.081-08:00

Tonight when I got home from class I stood at the counter in our kitchen gazing at the sad burned biscuits that will probably end up moldy instead of eaten. I was hungry, and dearly wanted a biscuit, but I didn't want THOSE biscuits. Call me snobby when it comes to food, but I just don't like to eat burnt biscuits. Not in my dietary plan for life. So I decided that I was going to retry the

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-62127774013162605782009-02-09T23:34:00.000-08:002009-02-10T00:05:39.859-08:00

Closure is important to me. It never used to be. I used to forfeit friendships and relationships and never felt the need to go back and close the doors or bind the wound (if there was a wound). Leaving was key and it was good enough for me. But leaving really isn't good enough, because if you leave the wound unbound or the bone unset it will heal into a deformed shape that may turn out to be

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-24991549967873707232009-02-09T02:08:00.000-08:002009-02-09T02:13:36.698-08:00

Eh....not really. I now present, for anyone who might be reading this, a very humble, rough little poem of 30 lines. I'm very dissatisfied with my progress so far and I have no idea what else to do with it besides pitch it out the window, sacrifice it to the rain, and start over. Unfortunately it's due tomorrow and I want to go to sleep. If you can bring yourself to read to the end of it,

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-66899915528063892552009-02-08T14:35:00.000-08:002009-02-08T15:06:32.456-08:00

"Sublime objects and scenes in contrast to those which are simply beautiful are ones which are in some way hostile to the human will. They threaten with their immensity or power: black thunderclouds, huge bare crags, a river rushing in torrent—all these can be sublime. The aesthetic experience of the sublime is achieved by consciously detaching yourself from the world, lingering pleasurably

Alisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05256957134744582118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722542565739626588.post-58064903512195551452009-02-07T12:41:00.000-08:002009-02-07T12:48:00.744-08:00

The bandwagon passed by my house this weekend. I was sitting on the front porch on my swing contemplating the merits of various Gothic heroines when I heard the squeaky wheels of my future and felt compelled to jump, jump, jump on that wagon known as "Blogging Mania!"I'm just going to jump right in here. I wrote the following on a blog from MySpace, I suppose you could say this was my

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