4/16/11

Alright.

Here's what I don't understand.

You go to the bathroom.

Your hands get germs on them.

You turn on the faucet.

You get germs on the faucet.

You clean your hands with the

automatic soap dispenser.

Then you turn the faucet off.

Therefore, getting the germs from when you turned it on back on your hands.

Then you wave your hands in front of the automatic paper towel dispenser.

But the germs are still on your hand.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Isn't it better to have an automatic faucet instead of an automatic soap dispenser and/or an automatic paper towel dispenser?

It just makes more sense to me.

Without you I would be in misery.

Due to the fact that I did not have internet access for this trip, the following post took place over several days. Saturday, (today), will updated for later tonight when I have had the chance to edit my photographs.

I just learned how to take pictures of moving subjects without them being blurry.

As the boy working at Pac Sun would say, "BONUS".

(I miss him. Maybe I will seek him out and take a photo with him when I hit 15 followers.)

TUESDAY...

P.S. I'm at the Boise airport right now waiting for my flight to board, and there is a soldier sitting next to me. Sleeping. And snoring. Loudly, with his mouth open. Hahahhahaa I LOVE IT.

WEDNESDAY...

THURSDAY...

Me and my grandmother are now in love with Chows. Look at his little eyes!!! Precious!! If I'm ever super rich, I'm going to buy two of them and have them guard my porch like lions.

I bowled my normal 70.

 

Apparently, Round Table pizza didn't think the roof was enough protection from the rain. Naturally, one would chose Budweiser umbrella tables for added coverage.

Friday...





If you're ever in Spokane, you must go to Huckleberry's! It's the greatest store. Everything they have is very earthy. They have a lot of vegetarian and vegan food, and mostly everything is organic or "cage free".  I think their food from the bistro is delicious because it tastes so fresh and free of all grease and oil. Go there!


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WHO SNORE.
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THANK YOU.
I HOPE YOUR SPRING BREAK WAS
THE BEST THING TO EVER
OCCUR.

Some people should not be allowed to have Facebooks. I mean, honestly. All it does is create even less communication in relationships where communication is already practically nonexistent.
Grow up people.
Stop posting everyones dirty laundry to the world, just so you can feel better about your own insecurities.
It's pathetic.
And quite frankly, tiring.
Thank you.

I think I should write science fiction.

I am in Washington surrounded by cats. What's not to love?
I will live here.
I promise you.
I will also own a Sphynx cat named Harry or Mr. Arthur.
I can't decide.

4/13/11

I don't get Internet here. So I will be taking a small break. From all the photography.
I've learned how to mobile blog though!! Bonus!!

Cool Volume II

Remember yesterday?

The shuttle came and got me. There were two other men in there with me who smelled like old, soggy lettuce. Then the driver dropped me off at my neighbors house down the street.

Me and my friend went on a walk. Someone started shooting at us.

We went on a drive. I got pulled over while going down a hill.
I was in my brother-in-laws car. Which still had dealer plates.
I got a ticket.
I have to pay for my ticket with the money I've been saving for my India deadline in June. ($1,500!!)
I called my mom to tell her what happened. She told me to call my brother in law.
I called him. He was pissed.
He told me that he was angry for three reasons. 1.) He was super picky with who drove his vehicles. 2.) He knew I would leave it dirty and not fill it up with gas. 3.) If I got into a crash while driving, his dad's car dealership would get in huge trouble.
He then told me to take it down to Provo when I get home and take it to this car wash place. Pay the 20 or 30 dollars to get it cleaned, and vacuumed. Then, to take it home, park it in the garage, give the keys to my mother, and never drive it again.

Then I went to sleep.

I dreamt of lovely things. Beautiful, even. I assured myself that today would be a better day.

today...
I wake up at 3:30 a.m. to wait for my shuttle. I see them cruise by. They go to my neighbors house again. I chase them down. I get in the car and tell the driver all about my day yesterday (including the shuttle dropping me off at my neighbors house). She tells me I should have corrected the address. Then she makes me sit in the front seat because we were picking up a couple.

We get stuck behind six police cars escorting an over sized load. Which makes an already uncomfortable situation just that much more uncomfortable.

We go to pick up the couple. The driver's manager keeps calling her and saying the customers are pissed. We finally get to the neighborhood, and there aren't any address numbers on the town homes. The driver is pissed because she doesn't know where to go. So, she drives around the block. Her manager calls her and tells her that the customer said the car drove right by her. The driver gets mad and starts going off about how there aren't any numbers on any of the houses and how there isn't a light on.

We finally see the woman. She's waving her hands and literally, yelling. We pull over and pick her up. She rolls her eyes at the driver. The driver informs me how she really feels about this woman. Her manager tells her it's ok.

The customer's mother gets into the car. The customer tries to get into the car but she can't open the door. So, instead of waiting for the driver to do it for her, she rips open my door. She starts mumbling to herself about a unlock button. Then the driver tells her to pull it towards herself. She gives up and stands there, so the driver goes over and opens the door for her.

We get ready to leave, and the driver starts to take a right. The customer starts yelling about how that's  not the way to go, and so does the customer's mother. The driver freaks out and stops the car. She says, "Hey now!! Let's not be feisty! I was just wondering how to get out of here! Let's all just calm down and be friendly!". Then the customer's mother starts rambling off about road construction. The customer is pouting. The driver tries to start conversation with them about where they're going. They're not having it.

The rest of the way we all sit in silence.

Cool.


Cross your fingers my plane doesn't crash, or rip open. Southwest is known to do those types of things.



As my grandmother so greatly put it. "Down with Southwest!!"


P.S. I would have taken photos of all of this, but my camera is in my suitcase. Which was flown to Spokane yesterday.

Cool.

I'm at the airport right now.

This morning my alarm clock went off. I thought I hit snooze. Apparently, I hit off.

I'm woken up by my ride to the airport calling my home phone. I literally get out of bed and get in the car.

I arrive at the airport and try to print my boarding pass. It says there are no available flights for my number. I ask the attendant what it's talking about. She informs me that my flight has been canceled. She gets me on another flight tomorrow morning at 6:40 a.m. She prints of my boarding pass for Salt Lake City to Seattle, and then tells me I'll have to wait until twelve thirty to get my boarding pass for Seattle to Spokane.

I start calling people to find a ride home. My mother is in Alabama visiting my sister. My brother is at a pre-Marines camp until ten tonight. The majority of my friend are out of town, and those who aren't live at least 45 minutes away.

I ask the lady about a hotel voucher. She says that hotels don't accept kids who are seventeen. I ask her if I can have one anyways. She says that it's not the airlines, it's the hotels.

So, I go and start calling hotels. I find one that will pick me up in twenty minutes and take me to the airport tomorrow morning as well. I got to the woman to tell her that I need a voucher, and she informs me that they can't give them to minors. I then explain to her that the hotel would accept me. She says that it's the airlines policy.

At this point, I'm on the verge of tears.

I tell her I don't have a way to get home and she tells me to go and wait in this shuttle line until a superrvisor can speak with me.

The supervisor comes over and tells me that they can have a shuttle take me home and pick me up tomorrow.

I'm still waiting for the shuttle to take me home. It's coming at ten, and it takes at least an hour and a half to get to my house, according to the employee.

Also, they're picking me up tomorrow as well. I'm supposed to be ready to go between 4:00 and 4:30 a.m.





Cool.






Happy Spring Break everyone.

All I know is that you're so nice.

Uncomfortable Moments of the Day:

- A customer couldn't see very well because he had left his glasses at home. The result of this unfortunate happening was him grabbing my hands along with his bag of popcorn.

- A man made me double check the quarter he gave me to make sure that it wasn't the one that had the "d" on it. Apparently, some quarters have a "d" on them as a result of the stamping machine not stamping them correctly. They are very valuable to coin collectors.

- While coming out from a corner, my coworker decided to scare me. While I was yelling at him saying "OH MY GOSH! YOU SCARED ME!" he decided to also spray me in the face with water.

- As I was trying to say "I'm not wearing hockey pads" (like Batman), I messed up on the word "pads", so I tried to say it again. The second time it came out as a whisper/raspy voice. It's was really strange sounding, so me and Chandler started laughing. While laughing I went to put  my head down on the counter. Which was currently being occupied by a Styrofoam cup of water. Guess what happened next?

- Chandler kept shoving things in my face, resulting in me dropping an entire bowl of butter. And then slipping on it later.

ONTO OTHER GREAT NEWS.

Tomorrow, I will be flying to Spokane, where I will spend the remainder of my week in pure joy.

Huckleberry's, 5 floor Megaplex, Rockwood Bakery, Manito Park, my Grandmother's cats, my Grandmother, my uncle Tyler, strange foods I will most likely be acquainted with, waking up to the sound of pouring rain, seeing hipsters who think they're the coolest thing, Nordstrom, Starbuck's, the downtown mall.


I LOVE SPOKANE.
Have a great spring break.

The James Egan Concert::

April 8th, 2011

Uncomfortable moments of the day:

-While sitting in the middle of a dead silent psychology classroom, an air bubble popped in my stomach. It emitted a very high pitched, long noise. Basically sounding like a fart.

- No one told me there was chocolate on my upper lip.

- After sitting in my car for roughly ten minutes doing various things (picking my teeth with the corner of a piece of paper, rehearsing to-be-had conversations, you know, the usual) I notice there is a girl in the car next to me.

- I had to whisper loudly in order to ask the sub to go to the bathroom.

- Walking out of the bathroom, I saw my history teacher. We were the only two in the hallway. He said "Hi Emily!" and I said, "Hello!". The problem? This was all exchanged while we were still a good thirty feet apart. That space was closed very quickly, with both of us looking awkwardly away.



Farewell dear sister and small child.

I will miss you both terribly.

i stick around.

I will raise $21,000 by November of this year.

Why? I'm part of a group called Youth Making A Difference. In November we're going to Himachal Pradesh to deliver medical supplies, train teachers, build schools, teach English, and improve villages. I'm so grateful for my opportunity to go there and help people who don't have as much as I do. The district we are going to is one of the poorest in the entire country. There are 8 orphanages that take care of over 300 kids.

In my opinion, people read these facts and don't really think about it. Sure, they feel bad and wish they could help, but then they move on. There really is so much anyone can do. It's super easy.  50 dollars can buy an entire orphanage sweaters. That's why my goal is to raise $21,000. The most someone ever raise in my group was $20,000.

Naturally I have to beat it.

If you have any ideas that will help me come up with these funds, please drop a comment. I would love to hear from you.



Best Coast is the perfect summer band.

I don't understand why you're not indie if you say you're indie.