i'm alive

I wake up in the morning to this.

I drive down the road to this.

I see the rain on the street do this.

I see Auburn like this.

I see an Asian on a corner like this.

I see an Asian couple on a corner like this.

I see Auburn fans on a corner like this.

I see college students on a corner like this.

I walk down streets like this.

I eat at places like this.

I sit and watch the walk-by people like this.

I pass by alleys like this.

I see trees like this.



And that's how I spend my time.

I'm selling my closet on Etsy.

Check out my Etsy shop.
Everything is $5.
Shipping is either the $5.10 basic flat rate from Fed Ex, or cheaper if you live close to me.

I only have $1,000 left to raise for India.

Please check it out.
Tell your friends... tell your followers... tell whomever.

More will be added, I have literally, at least 50 dresses/tops.
Headbands.
Shoes.
Skirts.

(check the etsy mini sidebar for some previews)

Check it out.

It's a perfect moment.

These are hard times for dreamers.

A woman without love wilts like a flower without sun.

We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.

Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.

an actual outfit post. for once.

Seeing as how I'm part of Mormon FASHION bloggers and Independent FASHION bloggers, I decided it was only fitting that I actually did an outfit post.
Awkward, but necessary.
I finally cleaned out my closet room and set up a whole little section where I can take photos of my outfit. SCORE.
Look forward to it folks.

Ugly faces and awkward dancing.
Always a turn on.

I'll be honest with you all. I didn't realize how awkward a outfit photo shoot actually is until I did one. I had to put on some Ting Tings and Plastiscines to eliminate the uncomfortableness of it all.
I have now been singing "Shut up and let me go" literally everywhere I go.
Maybe I bought the ring tone as well.
Cool.

(At the snow shack getting a snow cone)
Girl: "I like your tights!"
Me: "Thank you!
Girl: (says nothing) (continues to stare at legs/outfit)
Me: (purchase snow cone. sneak a look at the girl. yep. still staring.) "Cool."

Folks. Only ONE MORE DAY until I can interact with this beautiful creature on a daily basis.
Only ONE MORE DAY until I can interact with this beautiful creature's GORGEOUS CHILD.
It's a wonder I can even hold still right now.
SISTER. SEE YOU IN A BIT.



There was literally no one at school today. I asked my teachers if I needed to stay and they all said no. My friend and I wandered at Target and school. I saw mullet boy and almost told him I had a crush on him, but his beauty stunned me and I lost my chance.
Tomorrow is yearbook day. It will happen then. MARK MY WORDS.
I need to develop my film.
And go to Leavenworth, Washington.

I'm off to clean out my car.
So long dears.
Do something crazy to celebrate the end of school.

5/30/2011

All you ever say is blah, blah, blah.

I have missed you.

 We love each other.

Uncomfortable moments:

1. The movie theatre:

My mother and I attended Jane Eyre last weekend. I walk into the theatre and lay my eyes upon the twin boys at my school. They are employees of the theatre. One of them is in my class, and we know each other. The other one I've never met.

As my mother and I get closer and closer to the register, I start to worry more and more about this situation.

     Option #1: Say hello.

     Consequences: 1- Chat for a bit about our crazy teacher and bond.

                                 2- Get a "do I know you?"

     Option #2: Don't say hello.

     Consequences: 1- Be thought of as that girl who pretends she doesn't know school mates outside of school.

                                 2- Be a normal customer.

WHAT WAS THE LOGIC BETWEEN CREATING TWINS. TELL ME.

I ended up standing behind my mother while in line. Luckily we got the other guy who was working the cash register. That's a 33% chance guys!! Karma loves me.

2. Demi Lovato wannabe.

(Emily is sitting quietly at the kitchen counter, painting a self-portrait for painting class. Enter Colton, Emily's older brother.He sits at his computer. Enter Mother, Emily's mother. She sits at the other computer.)

(Some time passes.)

(Colton stands up to pour a glass of water.)

Colton: Hey!! Is that you?

Emily: (Throws down paint brush and leaps from the bar stool. Sings...) "THIS IS REAL. THIS IS ME. I'M EXACTLY WHERE I WANT TO BE!!! (Simultaneously dancing.)

(She stops, expecting laughter. Colton stares, then turns to mother.)

"When's dinner going to be ready?"

"Probably like an hour or two."

Emily: "Gah. Nobody understands my humor." 



My garage sale.... which only made me $100. Boo.
(At least I got to meet super weird people. Always a bonus.)

My room. I decided that when corners are cut off in architecture, it makes me connect with the building. Perhaps that why I love my room so much.

 Coming back from Roxberry, we saw this truck full of balloons. I followed him, but then my friend decided that ship had sailed and we were forced to get gummy worms instead of stalking.

Watch me eat a waffle.

Andy Warhol has nothing on me.

My internet has not been working.

VOMIT.

But, I have talked to the boy with the mullet.

And he is just as attractive as I imagined.

SCORE.

Amelie is my favorite movie.

I talk to my dog like she's a human.

I secretly don't want to wear socks tomorrow so I can borrow Shelbie's extra pair.

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Only twenty-three short days until I am re-united with my BFF.

Margo is in love with chocolate chip waffles.

Well folks, that's basically the update.

Three questions:

1.) Have you ever peed your pants?

2.) What is your favorite type of cat?

3.) Would you rather see an alien or a unicorn? (Also, why is that not "an" unicorn? English Honors did nothing to prepare me for the confusion I feel at this moment.)

Enjoy your life. 

The world is supposed to end on Saturday.

To the boy with the mullet.

Also,
Blogger won't let me upload photos.
(This is from my iPhone.)
Anyone know why?

The Backstreet Boys are still the best.
My India group still completes me.

I still love my sister.
And horses are still... cool.


Vomit on my life. I'm becoming an artist. It's inevitable. Like Bella and Edward. Or Baby and Johnny. Take your pick of cheesy romance movies, but it's happening.

Wonderful vibes coming your way.

Remember, you are in control.

Peace it out my lovely strangers.
Much love.

My hands and knees are bruised and I'm crawling back to you.

Before...

So much for not showing my face in any of my photos.

The other one I took got deleted.

GAH.

ATTENTION ALL CREEPY CYBER STALKERS WHO WANT TO RAPE ME:

DON'T.

After...

Success? Somewhat.

I don't have to patience to make every little thing perfect.

Resulting in ugly ____ buttons and uneven hems.

Eh.

Some of you may have noticed the title of this post is from a Backstreet Boys song.

Let me confirm your suspicion.

Also, let me inform you of the simple facts that not many citizens are aware of.

Boy bands are a necessity in daily life.

There you have it.

The secret to life.

Where would we be without Savage Garden, Backstreet Boys, Aaron Carter, and NSYNC?

NOWHERE.

Alright folks, let's have a dance party.

Next week.

Bring your best sweater and a pair of dancing shoes.

See you then.