YOU look psychotic in a balaclava

I think I'm going to start over. I'll let y'all know.

oh spit

Dear.. whoever made this site, You might be one of the coolest people in the world. Aside from maybe.. Julian Smith.
Love, Elise

I'm gonna sing the doom song!

desperate for some kind of contact

So. I've been trying to make banners... and I'm a bit at a loss of what to do. Emilee likes the current one, apparently. Somebody give me some ideas!

your dad stepped out, he's .09 and on the highway

So. I'm srsly so terrible at this blogging thing. But just so you know, someday, I'll be as famous as Tavi or whatevs her name is. See, that's how much I don't care. I'm so hilarious, right?

Anyway, I totally love.. a lot of people.

Spent this afternoon at my brother's apartment, but he had to go to work, so I just chilled with Katie... who is his wife. I love her.

But yes. Mabel Mae is adorable. I call her Belli. Cause it's so cuuuuuute! Belli Maaaaae! I don't think she likes me, though. She can probably smell my fear or something. But oh well.

I also love my sister, Jenn, and my brother in law Lance.

We played this game called "Things" on Sunday with Sierra and Mitch. You basically have this card that has something on it like "Things you shouldn't do in the water." or "Things that prove your house is haunted." and everyone writes something down a piece of paper. Sierra drew "Things that prove you've been abducted by aliens."

Jenn and Lance both put "you have an anal probe."

Is that not the most hilarious thing you've ever heard? South Park, for the win!

That and Sierra and Mitch both put something about the owl from Fourth Kind. "It's not really an owl!" I put that you have a recording of yourself being dragged off. Fourth Kind, for the win as well!

Speaking of Fourth Kind, aliens srsly freak me out so much. Like... I've seen plenty of scary movies, but the only ones that actually make me super paranoid are the aliens ones. I have never been the same since I saw Signs. Yes, SIGNS. That part at the mexican birthday party.. uhg.. and when the Fourth Kind out I went and saw it in theaters, and I didn't sleep that night until I put on Nacho Libre. And I had to have the lights on.

Plus I've been playing Fallout 3: Mothership Zeta recently, and that's about getting abducted by aliens. I'm just a big ball of anxiety! They operate on you! It's freaky!

Anyway. Time for bed now! I hope you enjoyed my mind-garbage!

Hello!

Okay, so as you can see, I'm terrible at this blog writing thing. Really and truly. I can't even keep a journal, let alone keep up an online blog. So I'm so sorry that I have not updated this. I get bored of things too quickly.

But.. right now.. cause I'm feeling nice, I'll try to update it and write clever, witty things from the ingenious mind of Elise Keele every once in a while. Grace you with my superior intellect and all that.

Love you all!

oh, how it's been so long. we're so sorry we've been gone. we were busy writing songs for.. YOU!

I figured I'd better keep this going. I have a habit of starting things and never finishing them. Something I've inherited from my father, no doubt.

But WHO'S NEXT?

Eric, of course. This is my interpretation of my oldest brother. :)

Born on January 28th, 1986, Eric had been one of my best friends for as long as I could remember. Of course, then he decided to abandon me and go wander about Panama for two years pushing Books of Mormon into random passersby's hands. And then.. when he came back he got married to some crazy girl (love you, Kate. :)) that I didn't even know. As you can imagine, I was quite upset and bitter. I got over it though... I think. :D

Now we spend a lot of time playing computer games and doing nothing productive. He is, yet again, one of my best friends.

Next on my list of characters are Padre and Mum. Anthony Clay Keele, born in Roseburg Oregon sometime in the 20th century, and Laura Ann Billington Keele, born somewhere in California also sometime in the 20th century.

Padre grew up in Myrtle Creek, Oregon, and the way he describes his life, you'd think he was a poor, starving black child. What else are you supposed to think when you hear his tales of being hungry enough to dress his finger with mustard and ketchup so that he could pretend it was a hot dog?

Mum grew up in Burlington, Colorado which is so far east in Colorado that it's practically Kansas. A close knit community, and yet there was always something heinous going on.

Today we begin the introduction to the characters. Characters, of course, in the farce that is known as my life. For we are all players of this game! Even those that insist they aren't. They just play a different, more difficult role.

I will start with the main character. Which is myself. I am the main character in my life, right? I should be, though sometimes it doesn't feel like it.

I'm a sixteen year old girl. Seventeen in September. I live a suburban life in a smallish settlement called Pleasant Grove a short ways north of Orem City, Utah. I'm brilliant, of course. And I'm always right. And I know everything. What sixteen year old girl doesn't?

and on the third day, God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so that Man could fight the dinosaurs. and the homosexuals.

This is the beginning of my blog! Normally I would not have a blog, but since I love my Jenn so much, and she never has any blogs to read, I will write this for her, and for you, whoever you are. If you're Jenn, then HI! If you're not, and I don't know you.. then you're a creeper. :)

If you're going to follow this blog, expect many wonderful tales of teen angst and self-pity. Tales of woe, and of heartbreak, and anger. Also, any random thoughts that I would like to share with the world of blogger.com.

Stay classy, San Diego. ;o