I'm glad I saw you, because you put a smile on my face.

This was my Calculus-Doing outfit. FOUR AND A HALF HOURS BABY. Oh, and I only got one assignment done. Don't worry though, there's still two more... and a take home test.

Stolkholm syndrome folks.

Happening right here.

Darren? Ya. He's my tapeworm.

No one is actually sure if he exists. I, of course, am adamant about the fact. Other, slightly more rational, people have tried to convince me of the opposite.

He's the cause of my mysterious 7 pound loss in two weeks.

My obsession with fries and diet pepsi/coke/dr.pepper.

My late periods... tmi. Sorry.

And quite possible, the loss of my sanity.

We used to love each other. We'd eat fries and watch great films like no one's business.

But, then google images happened.

And now I just want him the mother freaker out of my body.

Then he said, "kiss me".

I completely acknowledge that it is entirely unfair to all my readers if I do not explain my title.

But, sometimes life's unfair. ;p



I'm not exactly sure how, but over the years we have seemed to develop a tradition of going to my brother-in-law's grandma's house on Christmas morning. She pulls out her special china and makes creeps, orange juice, and cocoa for us all.

God bless the elderly.

The bring such joy to the world.

Here's the start to my henna portfolio ahahahah...

not



I should mention my brother did this one... I like to think my work is a tinch better than that.

Christmas makes us monsters.

everyone's so busy posting their cutesy footie pajama photos and talking about what santa's going to bring

but guess what

for some people santa never comes.

christmas caters to the rich

and spits on the poor

next time you're walking next to the man ringing the bell in the cold

give him your change

it's not like you need it that badly anyways

I WANT TO RIOT.

TO LITTLE MISS: I love her to death. I tried to find out who you were, but failed miserable. Your name?

TO EVERYONE: I went to a punk/ska concert at The Underground on Tuesday night.

The lineup....

Well. I actually can't find it anywhere. So, I'm pulling this from my memory.

Hob Nob. 

Cuddleslut.

The Mooks.

Salt Lake City Sound.

Eh. That's all I can remember. I quite  like The Mooks. They had some song about kissing that was quite enjoyable. I liked watching Hob Nob as well. The gents in the band attend my school. So, I felt slightly stalkerish, but everyone has to be a stalker at some point in their life.

Well, here are some photos and video of the evening's festivities.

Oh, and no, I do not usually listen to ska and screamo. It was a very new experience. I like ska a lot though.

Get out of your comfort zone.

XOXO

Emily

To the people from India looking at my blog:

I hope you are someone I met while I was there.

If not, I hope you are someone I can meet in the future when I return.

That's all.

<3

I must escape before you suffocate me.

Welp. I guess this is happening again.

There's a hole in the left thigh of those tights. It used to be the size of a quarter.

It's now the size of a loaf of bread.

No. I am not throwing them away.

I will wear them until they are literal, indistinguishable threads on my legs.

In case you were wondering what high school looks like.

 My friend charcoaled this for me in art! She doesn't like drawing lips, so she used lipstick instead. 

I went ice skating tonight and decided three things.

1.) I quite enjoy ice skating. I wish I could have the whole rink for myself and they played The Cure over the speakers.

2.) Provo is adorable and I can not wait to live there this summer.

3.) That photograph of the ice skates? The one above the one of me and my friend? Yes. Well, I think that's my favorite photo out of all the ones I've taken since India.

Well, I have to write an essay about humanity. And how much it sucks.

Wish me luck.

XOXO

Emily

p.s. I went to a ska/screamo concert last night. It was so much fun. I think I shall attend those more often. There were so many great people occupying that small garage. You can't even begin to fathom it.

It's just messy.

Blargh. I've been trying to get a blurry background on my photos, but it doesn't work well with my lens. SO. Word of advice. If you have a 18-55 mm lens, and want blurred backgrounds, you have to make sure you background is way far away from your subject. At least that's what I've found. Hopefully, I'll get a new lens soon.



That's what happens when you take your camera to school. 

I enjoy the outcome.

Pear haps I'll make a daily habit of this.

And finally, some creeper photos of the day. Don't be alarmed. I know all of these people except for the lad in the upper right.

xoxo,

Emily

p.s. it's not even funny how much food i ate today.

sixteen hours, seven minutes, and forty three seconds.

my spirit hood

is the best article of clothing

i have ever purchased

i would rather cut off my pinkie toe

than give it back

no exaggeration

I am now going to take you on a virtual tour of my room.

BE SO EXCITED OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO EXCITING I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN MY EXCITEMENT I JUST NEED TO SCREAM TO GET IT ALL OUT I AM SO STOKED MAN

 this, children, is my spirit hood

this, children, is how i feel when i wear my spirit hood

 this, children, is my desk where i get ready and do homework

 this, children, is my closet that has very recently been turned into a make-shift art studio

 this, children, is my bookcase

 this, children, is a wall

this, children, is where i lay my head at night

This is 58 seconds of your life you will never get back.

There was a woman who had Dissociative Identity Disorder.

One of her personalities was allergic to something her other personality wasn't. Interesting isn't it? Also, personality disorders are the hardest to work with, as far as therapy. They don't see themselves as having the problem; it's everyone else who is sending them there out of frustration. 

The only thing I've accomplished all week is two days of school, one career fair, the viewing of a placenta, vomiting twice, and watching the entire first season of The Walking Dead.

Zombies are never too much for me.

Even though he smokes like a chimney and swears like a sailor,, he's really quite enjoyable.

I will always say what's on my mind and you can count on that. I will try to not name specific persons and I will try to not give away too much sensitive information. It's just that I don't see the point of wearing a mask and painting words yellow.

It's cliche.

Did you hear that society?

Well, it's 9:30 and I probably should get one of my seven overdue calculus assignments done. Or maybe start on some of my AP language homework. Or eat something. Or clean my room. Unpacking would probably be pretty productive as well.

But, who needs all that when you have The XX and Fresca.

Today, I woke up and went to school. I only went to first though. Technically. My Calculus teacher told me to sit outside while they went over the test, but he never called me back in... I got a lot of AP language homework done though. 

When I was walking down the stairs a boy in front of me turned around, smiled, and pointed to the window. On it was written "mr.spider" and an arrow pointing to a weird nest type thing. I look at it and then looked at him, expecting more. He just had the same strange smile on. Then he turned around and continued walking down the stairs.

People are so strange.

Well, I really want to watch a zombie movie. So, I think I shall start one to keep me company during my calculus journey.

xoxo

Emily

New Delhi, India: Day 2



Rupees are the best ever. About 50 rupees is equal to one U.S. dollar. In other words, things there are dirt dirt dirt cheap. I got a shirt for like $2. Also, the turban I wearing in the post above this was like $2 as well, and it's silk. I couldn't even name all the stuff I bought for $200 U.S. dollars. Roughly, like 5 pairs of parachute pants, a dress, four scarves, 11 prayer beads, 3 figurines, 2 meals from McDonalds, a pocket watch, 2 shirts, 3 rings, 13 bracelets, 2 pairs of socks, 3 sweaters, 10 bags, 1 leather purse, 2 scarves... ya. Retire in India.

There are slums ALL over the placein Delhi. It's real strange, because there will be a nice building, but then right next to it, a slum. It's a perfect symbol of their economy. It's amazing, and not necessarily in a good way, to see how they live. Here, at least, the rich and poor are somewhat separated. You know, there are ghetto parts of town, and the richie richie parts. But there, it's like all mixed together. 

Um... I'm not sure if you can tell by this photo or not, but this car was literally only six inches from hitting us. That's how all the drivers drive though. It's a wonder they don't scratch cars up left and right.

I'm aware I already posted this photo, but look at the color. See all that orange haze? Ya. well, that's not my camera. That's Delhi. For some reason, it's just like this weird orange haze at night. It's actually quite creepy. Driving down the roads, you can't see very far ahead because of the pollution, plus there is this unsettling orange color to everything. Oh, and there's random men just standing places. Seriously. Like, at 2 in teh morning, they're just standing on the side of the road, or underneath the overpass, or by the park bench. Like, what are they doing?! It made me think of one of those zombie movies, where the zombies are always just standing around, waiting for someone tasty to come along.

Train station. F my life. It smelled like ****. Literally. Like, men would just pee right on to the tracks. One of my leaders said that last year they saw someone take a dump also... Thankfully my tender eyes were spared that sight. But, it did smell terrible. And everyone stared are us!! Like, they would be walking by, look at us, look away, look back, stop walking, and just stand there staring. You'd think they'd feel a little awkward or something, but no. Sometimes crazy people would try to talk to us, and my leader would have to get all up in their business and say "CHALO." which means go. We had to wait a long time for our train. I was scared my backpack was going to get robbed the whole time, so I made sure someone was behind me at all times. Ha ha ha ha ha.

The actual train wasn't much better. Renae described it as "holocaust" like. I feel like the holocaust was definitely worse, but the train wasn't a party. My friend, Chloe, and I had to sleep on the top beds, while two Indian women slept on the bottom two. They had a very strong smelling dinner. Joy in my garden. Also, I was writing in my journal, and everything I looked down at the Indian lady, she quickly averted her eyes. Real Life Creepster folks. Not as funny as you'd think.

Also, we had to sleep in cocoons we brought from home, because there were bugs. One of the girls in my group got scabies. Vomit everywhere.

Oh! I almost forgot the best part!! A little Indian man walked down the aisle like every ten minutes offering some new food/beverage. He sounded like this, "CHAI TEA!! TOMATO SOU!!" That didn't work as well as I thought it would. Perhaps I'll make a video. It wasn't that bad though, like I slept most of the time. I only woke up twice and thought I was going to fall off the bed, but I guess that's why they had the bars.

XOXO,
Emily