I met Ben Gibbard.

Happy first day of school. Senior year will be highly enjoyable.

My day has been spent writing an essay (I'll post it at the end. Give me constructive criticism.) and doing calculus.
Thoroughly enjoyable.

My calculus teacher is the greatest man to exist. He says the greatest things. And they are great.
Great.

Mr. Hank's quote of the day: "Be the type of person who lends the pencils... not the one who borrows them."

Anyways, on to the title of this post.

I got there at 12. The boys in front of me (pictured below) had lawn chairs and decided to go to a movie. I sat in one and talked with some random girl (pictured below). We became friends. The boys came back. We all played card games.

Security guard: "Hey. Death Cab likes to take some people to watch the sound check and stuff before the show, so when I leave, just follow me very discretely."

We went to a room and waited. We weren't allowed to have cameras or anything. They let the twelve of us into venue. Death Cab did their sound check. Then they came off the stage and we shook hands with all of them and the radio station took a picture (they've yet to upload it to their website... blahhhh). They gave us an autographed photo of the band (which I gave to my friend who I was waiting in line for).

The excitement doesn't stop there, folks. We got the literal front row. Nick threw his pick at the end, but it landed on the stage. When they finished their encore, I called a security man over and asked him to get it for me. He rolled his eyes, but agreed. Everyone around me went ballistic. "I PLAY GUITAR. GIVE IT TO ME. PLEASE. I BEG YOU." But, the cute little man gave it to me.

SCORE.


My friend got a drum stick also.

It was a great concert and a wonderful way to end the summer.
I can also cross "meet someone famous" and "get a picture with someone famous" off my Things To Do Before I Die list.

If you could meet anyone, who would you most want to meet?



p.s. My essay is actually not interesting and I don't want to bore you to death with the longevity of this post's writing.

I'm hearing voices and they're not mine.

Ok. I'm debating on whether or not to do a giveaway.

WHAT THE HECK. WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. AS HUMANS.

Ok. I am doing a giveaway of this top.

You must be a follower (I don't want creepers!) and you must comment telling me what you love most about yourself.
The one I'm wearing is a small, but I also have a medium.

That's all!

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I took a most of my clothes to the consignment store, but I saved a few. I'm pretty sure only like ten people read this blog, but you ten people deserve something nice!

Maybe I'll start doing like monthly giveaways or something, at least until I run out of clothing.

Also, I have added some new items to the shop. Please, check it out! Due to some unfortunate events (I will tell you tomorrow) I am out about $80. My once $1,600 savings for college has become $1,000. I'm screwed.

I have always wanted to live off Ramen noodles though. So, maybe this isn't that bad.
Hey! Speaking of food, Costco rotisserie chicken will be the scent in my personal hell. I can not stand it. It makes me wish I was born without a nose.
And that's saying something.

No offense to Costco, they have delicious cupcakes and grapes and muffins and bagels and Parmesan/avocado (?) dip and cheese pizza and veggie burgers.
But their chicken is something else.

And not in the good way.

I say, "I'm sorry" for a reaction, but you're still walking away.

People say love is the center of everything.

If that's true, than I know very few people who have a center.
My mother is definitely does. She has ALWAYS been there for me and I love her more than anything in the entire world. Honestly, just thinking about her dying makes me cry.


But, it's people like who her have love. The real kind. Because she doesn't leave just because something got difficult. She doesn't stop talking to me just because she's confused. She doesn't move on with her life with me not in it. She honestly cares about me. And you know what? That's the type of person I want to surround myself with. So, to all you who don't care to know what's going on with me or even speak with me: Thank you for showing me who you really are. Or should I say are not?


Much love,
Emily

For Ashley.

Take my clothing. I am hoarding. And it's concerning.

Hello folks.

So, I took inventory of my closet. Are you ready?

Shoes - 33

Tights/leggings - 21

Dresses - 71

Tanks - 43

Short sleeve tops - 109

Long sleeve/cardigan - 27

Jackets - 29

Skirts - 25

Jeans - 17

Shorts - 14

That is sickening.

Seriously, there are kids who don't even have a pair of shoes, and here I am hoarding it all.

SOLUTION: I'm selling everything. Anything that I'm wearing on here, is for sale, unless stated otherwise.

I really want to raise enough money to go to India. I don't to dip into my college fund any more than I already have. 

So, I don't really know how to do this. I guess if you guys see something you like just email me? I don't know about prices. Just tell me what you're willing to pay and we can negotiate. 

As far as this outfit goes, the shoes and socks are NOT for sale. But the dress and shirt are.

Anyways, if you guys have any suggestions on how to do this that would be beyond awesome. Etsy kicked me off because my items are not "vintage" enough. Bleh. So, comment and tell me what to do and how exactly I should function this little shin dig!



It's turns out that I actually have no life at all.

See, I thought I had at least a little bit of one, but today disproved everything.

I don't really have anything else to do at this moment, so I'm going to tell you exactly what I did today. I know you've been dying to know, so I won't keep you any longer.

- woke up at 6 and played Sudoku on my phone

- drank some Chamomile and blog stalked you lovies

- (10:00) made the crust for a pie which turned out to be the recipe from hell

- showered and got ready

- got my oil changed

- went to Costco to look for Huckleberries for my pie. They didn't have any.

- got a Simply Peach smoothie from Roxberry

- drove home

- put the crust in the pan

- went to Wal-Mart to get Huckleberries and Tapioca. They didn't have any.

- went to Kohler's to get Huckleberries and Tapioca. They didn't have any.

- went to Macey's to get Huckleberries and Tapioca. They didn't have any.

- came home with blackberries. filled the pie. couldn't get the dough to stay together to make the adorable criss-cross pattern.

- asked my mother for help

- said some choice words and gave up

- watched PLL. SPENCER AND TOBY FOREVER. (they disgust me)

- went to Chandler's house to get my cat ring

- went to Coldstone to celebrate my friends good fortune. got T-Rick a deluxe bone.

- took photos of T-Rick and made her feel violated (she likes to eat in private)

- went on a walk. met some weird kids at a park. stalked them once they left.

- went to my neighbors. talked. and talked. and talked. (12:00)

- went with my friend to Oreo a car

- saran wrapped a car

- and now I am here.

Aren't you glad that happened? Me too. It actually was quite the productive day. Minus the recipe from hell. Honestly, I started making IT at 10:00 and didn't finish until 3:00. But even then, we couldn't eat it until it had "set" which was like 11:00.

And it wasn't even good.

What is wrong with the world. ALL I WANT TO DO IS BE A PLUMP OLD LADY WHO BAKES PIES FOR THE NEIGHBORHOOD. WHY WON'T THE WORLD LET ME ACCEPT MY FATE.

Whatever.

I have better thing to do with my time.

(but if any of you have a delicious pie recipe, please tell me. I have to end on a good note.)

Well, this is cool.

I'm going to bed now.

Never yours,

Emily

p.s. When our eyes close we're the same.

Joy in your garden.

Sometimes, I read others people's blogs and I feel like I should be better educated. That way I could post poetry, or songs I've written, or some random, obscure talent that no one even knows exists.

Then, I feel a compulsive need to plan my future. So, I choose the Diner's Platinum 50 meal plan ($1,650), shared room in Heritage Hall ($3,000), two semester tuition ($4,560), and realize that college will cost me about $9,210.
Not including gas, vehicle payments, and oddities.

Then I move on to scholarships, and decide that my ACT score needs to be above a 30 for me to be happy with myself, and my GPA needs to be at least a 3.8. Also, I need to be taking 12 plus hours for a grant.

Then, I realize that I will probably not even get into BYU, crumble up the paper I just spent an hour making, and throw it away.










And the best part is, next week I will do it all over again.













Let's hear it for compulsions.

Every failure equals an education.

Hey guys.


I have returned.

Awkward, bad quality photo? You've got it.

Ok. I am about to talk about weight. So, if you are sensitive about this subject, do not read on. I know I am not fat. I have nothing against people who are. I simply have my own goals and that's all there is to it. I honestly couldn't care less how much someone else weighs.

I am not anorexic. Or obese. Or bulimic.

Ok. I think that covers all that.

side note: why is it that girls get so mean when talking about weight?? I don't understand!!

So. Since school is starting, I have set some goals for myself. I know that none of you care, but I think if I share them on here, it will motivate me more to actually meet them.

1. For starters I would like to lose ten pounds. When I do that, I will purchase... hmmm. I will purchase the panda backpack from wholesale-dress.

2. Then I would like to lose ten more pounds. If I accomplish that, I will... pierce my nose? NO. I will buy a Spirit Hood!!

3. I would like to get a 4.0 at least the first two semesters, or until I get accepted to college. If I do that, then I'm pretty sure it will pay for itself, because I will get into the college I want to go to.

And there you have it.

I will keep you folks posted.

p.s. the title of this post came from the mouth of one of my YMAD leaders. I do not claim it. I just love it so much. 

Like Spencer loves Toby. 

Or like Queen Latifah loves her job as a physical therapist in one of the most uncomfortable films you will ever watch. 

Or how you love the fact that I'm going to stop giving examples.

It's gotta be somewhere.

The ferry to Bainbridge still holds the number one position on my list of favorite places in the world.

They do strange things.

I will return Friday.

Seattle is more important than you.







Sorry.







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I'm just a goat who's half way through eating itself.

This is what you get when you have your 19 year old brother take your photos.

Walk to Rockwood.

Cheese bagel = love

Cheese bagel + small bird looking for food = small bird still looking for food

Even toys have dance parties.

Park vendors.

According to my mood ring, I'm feel romantic while eating hummus... I knew it.

Cutest restaurant. Wheat cheese bread, hummus, olives, feta cheese, cucumbers, and tomatoes with basil.
Delish.

Amanda, I love you. Ice cold is correct.

p.s. I've got a mouthful of diamonds.

"Matt Damon cut his hair short for some reason."



How I passed the time on the airplane.

tank - t.j maxx

utility jacket - gap

skirt - charlotte russe

shoes - ross

tattoo - my alter ego

Brie with macadamia nut crust, balsamic reduction, green apples, honey, fig, and foccacia bread.
BEST MEAL ALL MONTH. 

MCDONALD'S GOT MY ORDER WRONG.
"I would like a cheeseburger with everything, minus the meat."
"Ok. Your number will be 37."
....
"Number 37!!!"
"Sweet! Thank you!"
....
"Em! That looks good! Except. It has meat."
"Mother f my life."
"I'll take it back." 
"No, mom. It's ok."
"I'm taking it back."
"Ok."

A WOMAN WITH A MISSING ARM AND SHOULDER SHOWED ME WHERE TO PLUG IN MY LAPTOP.
"Honey, there's a plug right here!"
"Ah!! Thank you so much!!"
"You are certainly welcome!"

MY BROTHER READ MY JOURNAL WHILE I WAS SITTING NEXT TO HIM, AND READ AT LEAST FIVE PAGES BEFORE MY MOTHER NOTICED, AND THEN PROCEEDED TO QUOTE IT FOR THE DURATION OF THE DAY.
"Emily!! Colton's reading your journal!!"
"Colton!! Stop reading my journal! Mom! Get it from him!"
"So... Emily... Who's ***********? What happened after ******? Does ***** know ****?"
"FML."

MY GRANDMOTHER KEEPS TABS ON MATT DAMON.
"When I was in the Marines I had to cut my hair short.. (story about cutting hair)."
"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do because (response to story about cutting hair)"
"Yeah... Matt Damon cut his hair short for some reason."
(silence)
(uncontrollable laughter by my mother and I)



Oh, the things people say.


p.s. what's cooler than being cool?

All I want to do is ride bikes with you.

dress - wholesale-dress.net

belt - rue 21

tights - maceys

mary janes - urban outfitters

I am currently at the Boise airport. It really isn't as bad as you'd think. They have this little art gallery with the most adorable picture I have ever seen (I will link it up later).

Ok. My eye is seriously bothering me. You know when you can feel that there's something in it, but it isn't like way itchy so you just let it go because you'd rather have it be slightly bothersome than extremely itchy?
That's what's happening to me at the moment.

What if humans didn't have eyes and we could just read objects? Like the walls and stuff could send brain signals so we wouldn't run into them? That would save so much pain, but I guess it would kind of suck because then we couldn't see Santa Clause or snow or the sunset or people fall. We could just have like one eye. Like a cyclops. 
Then we would only have to worry half as much, but still get the full benefits of sight.

Well folks, I'm off to play a game of chess with my brother.
Speaking of which, yesterday he tried to tell me he had insomnia. I kept telling him it was just because he stayed up late at night and slept during the day, but he REFUSED. 
"EMILY. I HAVE INSOMNIA!".
I walked by his room about an hour and a half later and the little dear was sleeping like no other mother. Lol!

Oh, and speaking of deer, I used to work with this kid who every time I would say, "Chandler, be a dear and grab me that soda." would put his hands up like antlers first, and then grab the soda. Hahahaaahahah.
People are so great.

**EDIT: I could not find a photo of the painting online, so I sneakily took one myself. The artist's name is Jaki Katz Ashford and she has a very intriguing style. Look at the the painting Father Figure.

lovelovelove

p.s. take me home. i'd rather die than be with you.

eyes wide shut photos

 These are for a friend's EP.