Silly Conversations

I'm always trying to stay positive. As I'm sure you all are too. Because the easy thing for everyone to do is complain, because there is ALWAYS something to complain about. In everything you do, it's easy to pick out the flaws. Even if you absolutely love your job, or your school, or whatever it is you do on a daily basis there is STILL going to be something to dwell on and complain about. Where is this going Elisa?  Well, I will tell you where this is going, inner thoughts. I've been trying to figure out a way to combat that negativity. But in doing so, I end up finding that fighting negativity ends with more negativity. And therefore, I become a super annoying neagtive person, leading me to be the complete opposite of what I wanted to be. Try to keep up please. So instead of fighting against the negativity I try to just replace being negative with being positive. Every time I think of something negative, I replace that thought with a Bible verse, or a quote from ...

I blog a lot about dreams. Not like, sleep dreams. Awake dreams. I blog about my passions, my goals, my asperations and what I want in life. And most of you know that I am going to school for teaching. If you didn't know that, you must be the one person who found my blog by mistake. I want to be a teacher more than anything. Well. I say that. But what I really mean is, there has been no other career goals I have had. However, lately I have considered some other career options. Please tell me what you think: 1. Stand up comedian 2. Actress 3. Traveling photographer 4. Author 5. Traveling "musician" 6. Model 7. Mime 8. Reality tv star 9. Traveling youth speaker 10. "Community" fan club president 11. Marketing agent for a band/famous person 12. Cheerleader 13. Dancer, but not in a gross way 14. A youtube star 15. Company owner 16. Inventor 17. Mad scientist 18. And a philospher ........or not. I'll just stick with teaching. I really...

I've been dealing a lot lately with the idea of passions. And my recent lack of passion. It's not that I don't have any passion. On the contrary, I have tons of passions that include: Teaching. Since I was little I knew that education is power and being that person who shapes and impacts other people for the better, has always been something I've passionate about. There's just something about a classroom that just gets to me. It's something special and exciting that I can't wait to have one day. Photography. I freaking love pictures. I love capturing a single moment, candid or posed. I know full well the extent that the photography industry has gone to today has made me self consicous when it somes to my photography skills and ablities. But, I guess that makes me work harder. But it never has felt like work, even when I get paid, it still doesn't feel like work. Acting. If I could get back to these roots, oh man. As I stated in an earlier blog, I ...

Barf.  Just letting you know this is about love and junk. Sometimes, I'm taken back by how my life has turned thus far. Sometimes, I stop and think about things and events in my life that are out of the ordinary. Sometimes, I can't believe where I am, and who I am in my life. Sometimes, I just think about people in my life. And sometimes, I'm speechless. Yes, believe it or not, words occasionally do not leave my mouth. Shocker. I've been looking back on some old pictures and I can't belive how things change in a span of four years.  If you were to tell me four years ago that I was going to be in love...nope, can't even finish that sentence. I feel like "in love" doesn't cover it. "In love" has no meaning anymore. "In love" is just a feeling. Screw that feeling! I'm talking about real love. The kind that isn't just the sweet talks and the kisses and the hand holds. The kind of love that sometimes sucks be...

I'm a desert rat. Raised in Arizona, when it rains, it's a good day. Here at Lope town, we've been having good weather. Rain. Thunder. Lightining. Wind. Cool weather. Totally the soup eating, latte sipping, slipper wearing, curl up with a good book type of weather. So my obvious reaction is to take pictures. Duh: And then the nice rain, turned to hail. And then the hail turned to bigger hail. And the bigger hail + the strong winds = broken window for our apt and all over chaos here at GCU. Thankfully no one was hurt, or injured. It really made me think about storms and life. Uh-oh, Elisa has a moral to the story.... Things might seem okay. Seem managable. Maybe even see beautiful. But can you still see beauty in things when you have broken window? Can you still see the beauty when your car looks like a golf ball with all the dents? There's a reason why the Bible has so many analogies between storms and hard times in life. Storms cause physical d...

I feel like my last couple of blogs have been pretty depressing. So I decided to write on the lighter side today. When going through crap I noticed that its easy to loose sight of the little things that make you happy. So I made a list. I'm not a big list maker, but I pushed through it and it was awesome. So here's a little bit of that list: Dove Deoderant. -If you live in the desert, you understand the NEED for a deoderant that will protect you all day and will stop you from sweating like a man. This deoderant smell AMAZING! It also reduces the visibility of hair.  WOO to the HOO! Paul Mitchell products.- I'm not usually a snob for anything. But I love to go to the Paul Mitchell school to get my hair did. They do a good job, and have quality products. SHOOOOOOEEESSSS! Need I say more? Picture/Card board.- This is in my room. I look at this, and remember the people and events that mean the most to me.  Freaking granola.- It's hard to describe my love...

The infamous song by Young MC, Bust A Move, is playing on my pandora right now. I'm reading a new Donald Miller book called Through The Painted Desert. I haven't gotten to far in it yet, but he brings up a good point. He says "Everyone needs change, or they expire." That got me thinking about my leaving home and going to GCU. I haven't really wanted to make it a big deal. But heres the thing, I've been living in the same house since I was 7. The longest I've been away from my family is 3 weeks. Yes, I AM going home on the weekends, which is probably why I didn't really want to make a big deal out of it, but it is. Am I scared? Is change too much for me? Is it really that big of deal? Probably. I don't really want to make a big deal out of this. But it kinda is. I mean, I quit my job that I LOVED. I'm living with someone who isn't my family. I'm having my OWN place. I have new responsiblities. Trying new thing I've never do...