A short update

Half of me thinks that it'd be better to update after this weekend. That way I'll be able to know if my uterus has been perforated, or there are any other complications with this copper device resting there. If something has happened, it'll make for a much better blog post than this one.

I'll even include gifs that have to do with amusing synonyms for death by IUD.

This week went a lot better than last week. I'm starting to gain my own wings as I go do Gymboree classes by myself. The kids are a little crazy, but I guess I'll have a heads up in my classroom management classes when I get to them.

Today was a bit harder though. I woke up later and had to scramble to go to class. Of course, it was a pep talk to even go to class.

I got to see my wifey though, which was a highlight! We made out floor plans to our perfect houses. Every day, I'm glad I asked her to be facebook official that one night in her dorm room.

Then I went to class and now I still have lots to do.

I think the reason why I like being so busy is because it doesn't let me think. I don't have to think about anything and then I fall into bed too tired to stay up and sink.

This is a good idea. :)

I'm sure you'll hear more after this weekend, but until then I love you!
Elie
P.S. Nick, I do update more than this blog you know.

good, bad, pretty alright.

the good!

I love fountain pens. This was the best idea I've had in a long time, this writing thing! It was hard at first, trying to do what the books told me to. Then I remembered that my handwriting is beautiful. Add pens that make thicks and thins for you and it becomes stunning.

Of course, I'll keep reading the books and trying out new techniques, but I've never done something so wonderful for my head. When I write with this set, concentrating on how to make the letters with these foreign writing utensils, my mind goes blank. Gloriously blank.

It'll be fun to see where this progresses. Hopefully it's not another bottle rocket project.

the bad!

I keep getting this feeling that I'm never going to ride horses again. Like that chapter of my life is over.

Or maybe I'm just thinking that way because it seems so impossible. Especially with the career I've chosen. And let's face it. I'm probably never going to be a good enough pianist to perform solo at weddings. And finding a band? Even harder than perfecting piano... Well I'm not too sure about that, but it seems that way right now.

the pretty alright!

I'm going drinking with some friends tonight! Should be a good time!


I just needed to get those off my chest.
Love
Elie

New poems

Since I have an intellectual class this semester, I've taken up writing poetry again.

Check it out if you like.
http://poetryunderthesky.blogspot.com/

:)

Some thoughts

Today was an interesting day! I had my first, by myself lessons! What I mean to say is that I taught my classes by myself. The first one of the day, the music class, was a little hard. There isn't much material in the lesson plan and I had trouble with transitions so keeping the kids engaged was a bit difficult.

However, the class right after that went a lot better. Maybe it was the fact that I was late due to a GPS malfunction, or maybe it was because these kids were a lot more responsive and excited, or maybe it was because I felt more confident. Either way, I'm feeling better about taking up that job. However, I'll still be making, roughly, the same amount that I was last year with just Campus Dining.

I suppose that's how these things always work out though.

I did a work out today, which was a lot more fun than I was anticipating. However, I need to buy spandex that doesn't ride up on me when I run, and more shorts and tank tops.

Maybe I'll do that this weekend.

Other things that have been on my mind. When I try to meditate at night, too many voices start talking. Like, it's my brain trying to process all the voices that it's heard earlier that day and so they all start talking at once.

Which is cool... but it makes it really hard to make a quiet place in my mind. I probably should try it in the mornings, but I'm usually waiting in bed until the last second.

Which reminds me! I think I've found a routine that fits in everything I want! I wake up at 7, take a shower and get ready for Gymboree (on the days when I have it), make breakfast (big nice breakfast with tea on the days I don't work in the morning), go throughout my day whatever it holds, and then come home and do homework or work or both. Then go to bed at 1:00.

It's perfect because I get my 6 hours of sleep, get all my stuff done, wake up energized enough in the mornings, aaand have time to talk to the wonderful boyfriend.

I have a feeling this semester is going to be a lot better than the last. Even though a lot of people I love are far away from me, it'll give me an opportunity to get closer to those that are around me.

I have to go get ready for French!
Love and Peace
Elie

Mreh work.

What's super frustrating, is coming back and getting handed a work load that I really should have been given a week ago. 

I understand that I could have gone onto the site and got my materials, but I needed to know which materials to print out and study and what in those that she wanted prepared for tomorrow.

Ugh.

Maybe I'm the one that's underprepared. Either way it's a great way to kick off the semester! 

Excuse me while I get my shit together and eat ice cream. 

Love,

Elie

Legs

Tonight, since I had a lot of time, I tried that leg thing that's been going around. It's where you mix (1 to 1 and1/4 cup) sugar, (about a 1/2 cup) oil, and (3-5 table spoons) citrus together and then go take a bath and soak your legs. After that, you shave your legs like normal. Then you rub the stuff all over the areas that you've just shaved.

You rinse it off and then shave your legs again to scrape off the dead skin. Then rub the stuff on again.

You can repeat the last two steps as much as you want.

Then, when you've rubbed and scraped your legs to your heart's content, you put a final coat on, rinse that off with a mild soap, and then dry your legs.

Finally, you put on lotion to make sure your legs keep all that moisture.

I really liked it. Though, your legs end up a bit oily, so you might have to wait a bit before you rub them against anything... like silk sheets. Don't want to leave grease stains everywhere.

However, as much as the oily afterfeeling bothers me, I can't seem to stop myself from running my hands all over my legs. They're so soft!!

A small update: Relationship Musings with a Hint of Japan

As I lay here on the bed in the LA hotel room, I am slowly coming to the realization that I will never be able to fully write out what happen in Japan. If you want the stories and the pictures, you'll have to see me in person or contact me in some way.

Here, you're just going to get sentimental crap from someone who was on an airplane for almost 9 hours straight.

I must say, I leave Japan a bit different than when I arrived. When the plane touched down, I was on the verge of a panic attack. I was landing in a country where I hardly knew the language (my knowledge has progressed to roughly 5 words now), and would be living with a boyfriend that I hadn't seen in four months.

Don't know why the latter made me as nervous as it did. I guess I was worried that one, or both, of us had changed or drifted away and that the two weeks would be more of an exercise in frustration than a bonding experience.

Turns out I should listen to my mom and my best friends more often when they say it'll be alright.

Japan is a lovely country. It's beautiful, runs smoothly, the people seem quite pleasant, and there's a lot of stuff to do. Most of our time was spent traveling around Tokyo. Actually, that's where most of my money went too.

However, it wasn't just the country and the sights that gave me such a wonderful time. It was the man I saw them with. In fact, I think the memories I'll cherish most are those of us laying around the hotel room playing Vampire Games, or cuddling and talking about whatever comes into our heads.

It was nice to just be close to each other to the point that we could reach out and touch the other one whenever we wanted to.

I think we grew closer during our time together. Two weeks went by quickly; too fast even.

The reality of it all is that I hate this distance thing. And maybe I'm a bit too sensitive, but I guess he matters that much to me if I'm feeling like this.

I really hope two months goes by really fast. Well, really fast on my end in case he's doing a lot of fun things. I suppose the only thing I can do is keep myself busy and then make time when he comes.

That shouldn't be too hard right?

Well I'm off to write a bit and then head to bed so I can get up early and catch a flight to Detroit.

Love and Peace
Elie