tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76204995250785846482024-02-20T08:15:45.327-08:00The Asilyn ChroniclesElizabeth Asilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04958699445548881550noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620499525078584648.post-77809262121873153412010-11-18T19:22:00.000-08:002010-11-18T19:31:52.038-08:00Off to Hogwarts!So starting off, my friend Danielle Landy had her birthday a few days ago. She wanted me to add her in my post. So here we go:<br />
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</u></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I would say 2008. I walked into my political science class for the first time, and looked for a person to sit by that was precious, and kind of looked like me. So I sit down, and we start talking. I loved her right then and there. We bonded over the cutie on the first row, and I knew we were perfect for each other. We realized we both went to The Village, we're both type B to the max, and loved smiling. I told DLandy about Sigma, and she was in her own world though. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometime later, she got ahold of me and decided to rush Sigma. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's our history. Love her, and the time she devotes to me ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>So, Today....</i>I was being super positive and thought about things that made me smile today. Here's a few things;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Having a cup of coffee, my oatmeal, and seeing Rachel before she left for work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. Spending some time with the Lordt, Jesus Christ, HALLEJUIAHER.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Wearing my white v neck, and a huge scarf.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Finding out I am graduating on time, May 2011.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Taking a test.....and knowing the answer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. Laughing with Megan Bonny.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. Sonic Happy Hour</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8. Picking up the Kindergardeners and 1st graders from school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9. Spotting a 2nd grader at work (I work at an After School Program) knitting a scarf.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10. Watching a movie with Meryl Streep.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">11. Harry Potter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">12. I went to pick up my ticket from Cinemark for the HP movie, and the guy who gave me my ticket had a british accent. I also died, right then and there. It's like they hired him just for this movie. Or maybe it's one of Harry's friends?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7se3jPkhzNPATi2LqUJpXaSTc2EGow1nj3J0nQ9bR_r4DPvCfwqSI5CpWXxhvpvqzdn8bKlTNoYtA0iicjCpZjc5AVheDE3PmXKA55NfKjBESUvUjmYRSaK_07oitH12y1G3vRNyE5TiK/s1600/n23927696_34620210_2242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7se3jPkhzNPATi2LqUJpXaSTc2EGow1nj3J0nQ9bR_r4DPvCfwqSI5CpWXxhvpvqzdn8bKlTNoYtA0iicjCpZjc5AVheDE3PmXKA55NfKjBESUvUjmYRSaK_07oitH12y1G3vRNyE5TiK/s320/n23927696_34620210_2242.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The picture above is from my first Sigma Weekend, Fall 2007. They all wanted me to prank call. So I prank called this guy who goes to my church, whom I recently was reintroduced too, who remembered that I was the one who prank called him 3 years ago. Creepy, but hilarious. Caught me off guard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its weird to think that this is my 7th semester of Sigma. I made it, almost. I was just reminiscing with my roommate Rachel Hildewig, who is apart of my pledge class. Fall 2007 I wanted to be Rachel's BFF so bad. Didn't work out then. Guess whose roommates now? We are. So precious. I have seen so many people come in and go through Sigma, and this organization has done nothing but bless me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So...this weekend, off to the woods. I will report back soon with exciting tales. Actually, I might just stay there, turn my little blackberry off, give my car to the fried pie stand guy, and just live there for a while. No stress. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Elizabeth Asilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04958699445548881550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620499525078584648.post-56627076400078139342010-11-03T21:24:00.000-07:002010-11-03T21:24:51.854-07:00Elephants, Owls and Penguins.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOWK08TYTDHCDyJM0_GEpppnOjVQfG5o78EOVYkJp4QIVFYXvcTchyphenhyphenMfAgnNfvJyTttvqi-6x6ajcH_cmCH4elaa7zreMxIuQ-418tPFBfj964wWpxQH9gkJ9YbIQ9vMgemqgPRcLyD3K/s1600/DSC02051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOWK08TYTDHCDyJM0_GEpppnOjVQfG5o78EOVYkJp4QIVFYXvcTchyphenhyphenMfAgnNfvJyTttvqi-6x6ajcH_cmCH4elaa7zreMxIuQ-418tPFBfj964wWpxQH9gkJ9YbIQ9vMgemqgPRcLyD3K/s320/DSC02051.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my <u>first</u> entry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My name is <b>A</b>silyn, like the <b>L</b>ion. (In Narnia, I can read your mind).</div><div style="text-align: center;">The picture above are my beautiful roommates. Dead Center is my hipster, Jenna Brower. To the right, Rachel Hildewig or Hedwig. I am on the left, red hair. Can't miss me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jenna is obsessed with elephants, Rachel loves owls, and I kind of have a thing for penguins. Which bring me to my next point. You can go into any store right now, and there are super cute owl necklaces. You can also go into any store and find neat eclectic elephants, such as our salt and pepper shakers. Jenna got them from Pier 1, super precious.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPS0Buc6VVLMT7j9nDBhqSUkTUo08zFOhR5CHWxB_M7r1SAKkfLHqsv-ZUG3oyWf_g9QamuewLs5RDLBM__QWQDPByE-ngDTPTXuVkh3HPIOmX7z6WDqIPPKZIF6mBkKkJLPC2dumEtNc/s1600/2449752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPS0Buc6VVLMT7j9nDBhqSUkTUo08zFOhR5CHWxB_M7r1SAKkfLHqsv-ZUG3oyWf_g9QamuewLs5RDLBM__QWQDPByE-ngDTPTXuVkh3HPIOmX7z6WDqIPPKZIF6mBkKkJLPC2dumEtNc/s1600/2449752.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What do penguins have to offer to the world of retail? Happy Feet. You don't see someone wearing a necklace with a penguin on it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyways, I want this first entry to be about my life with my roommates, because we're all pretty great together. 3 peas in a pod (I can't remember if its two or three), oh well. They are definitely my family away from home, and I love them with my whole heart.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So guess what we are doing this weekend? You guessed it. Putting up our Christmas tree. At first I was appalled by this idea, I like to put it up the day after Thanksgiving. I couldn't resist. I want Christmas spirit in our living room, and mainly because its such a beautiful tree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are a few things I would like to call the <u><b>rules of life</b>:</u> (I abide by these AT ALL COSTS, unless a roommate tells me to get a life).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Leather on Leather</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. white after Labor day (<i>example: It is 0 degrees outside in the month of </i><i>February, and you are wearing a WHITE sundress</i>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Jeans on Jeans (<i>I know its in style, but it still stresses me out. I take that back, if someone can wear it in a super stylish way... go for it, but if its like a Penny's jacket with light AE jeans. We HAVE a problem.</i>)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Put the christmas tree up new years day</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Always have a new outfit for easter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Its probably my mom shining through me, but I am really annoyed when those rules are broken. <b>C'mon guys.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br />
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