Tell me when you hear my heart stop.

Well, hello folks.

Man, I'm so behind. All these photos are from Wednesday, and it's Friday night! I feel like I'm living in the past. Which isn't good. Remember what our good friend Ghandi said: Take care of this moment.

Bahahah. Anyways.

So, I think I've discovered a new form of OCD. 
Wednesday... I came home from school and did whatever it is I usually do before I head off to dental. Well, at the time, I believe my finger nails were unpainted. I spotted a bottle of nail polish and remembered the awesome zigzag nails I saw on The Dainty Squid. So, I set out to try it myself. Welllllll. Let's just say I was an hour and a half late to class and my nails looked NO WHERE NEAR as adorable as hers are. But, it just made me realize. My nails have to be one of two ways: unpainted or painted nicely. I can't have chips going on, or I end up picking it all off.

Wow. Who am I turning into. I just wrote a whole paragraph about nails.

"Her empty head dreamed of being a nail artist."

Anyways. So, yeah. That happened. But, apparently I missed like, the most enjoyable class ever. They all got frosties and funny things happened. Eh.

While I was driving home, I saw this road ahead of me that I've never noticed before. I decided to risk driving my car (it's making the strangest noises) all the way up there. Turns out it was a park I've been to, but that doesn't make it any less enjoyable. I think I'm going to do my friend's senior photos there. 

Anywho. I'm just really feeling like having a tea party these days.
At Fairyland.
What's Fairyland you ask?
A park.
A great park.
A great, beautiful park.
A great, beautiful park where I saw bunnies while walking to school.

Well, this has been highly enjoyable, but I'm afraid I have nothing else to share with you.

XOXO,
Emily

Who the &#%$*@!!! are my followers on here?!?!?!?

I was going to place this dress for sale, but then I cut it shorter and decided I love it. If only my BUST WASN'T SO BIG I could avoid the cleavage to my forehead. #girlproblems

Calculus + b&b cocoa + my friend's mind= homework done in no time.

Um. These are the flowers I got for Valentine's Day. I have never gotten flowers before.... so I felt they needed to be photographed at least once.

These photos are from the day I looked like a watermelon. Also known as Tuesday. 

Anyways, I've been doing super good at documenting my days now! Yay!!

Except, I do have one question for you AVID READERS (Sarcasm intended.) How do you take photos using a tripod? Because, I'm trying to sell my wardrobe on this blogosphere, but I don't know how to take photos using my tripod. I guess the easiest way to go would be to buy a remote, but eh. Any tips or tricks on how to focus it so when I jump in it's the correct depth of field? Merci beaucoup.

Welp. I will rehash the events of Tuesday. 

I totally thought it was an A day and had a mini freak out in my head, because all my calculus was not done. HOWEVER, it was only a B day. Which means all I have is Independent Art Study and MATC. Winnnnnnning. 

That was annoying. I'm sorry.

Thennnnnn. I went to Bean and Brews to get caught up on my homework. I was on a roll. Literally. 

Bam. Two homework assignments done in like MAYBE three hours. 

A girl who used to live by me works there now.

Also, this is beyond stalkerish, BUT remember the boy who works there who I used to stalk/have a crush on? Well, I figured out who he reminds me of. Jason from Pretty Little Liars!!!! Pshhhhhh, no wonder he has that creepy quality about him. Bahahhah I am so mean.

Well, this is getting awkward and a strange woman just showed up at my door. So, farewell.

XOXO,

Emily

P.S. Without you things get hazy.

provo bound and film photos

Maui, Hawaii

I know this is a day late, but my camera battery died.

These photos are from yesterday. My mother got two free admission tickets to the Delta Sky Club (or something like that) and so we used them while in L.A.. It was super weird. They had a bunch of couches and chairs. They also had a little food area with adorable mini packets of Nutella and a squeeze packets of hummus. Yummmmy. It felt really futuristic for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm reading 1984 and it's all I can think about these days. But, it was kind of tucked away. It reminded me of the Dharma Initiative.

I made a friend on my flight! She was a hygienist from Minnesota. We chatted about bitewings (s/o to Angela... yay!) and film x-rays. It was enjoyable.

I really thought the plane was going to crash. For a good thirty minutes I stared out the window while listening to Milosh and decided how I would survive. Here's what I came up with: I would find a piece of shrapnel and float on it. If sharks came near, I would use another piece to bump their nose, because that makes them go away. When I got rescued, I would tell my story on I Shouldn't Be Alive and sue the airline for a millionbazillion dollars and go to Dubai. Because that new place they might build, with each condo having it's own beach looks really neat. And then I started wondering if maybe it was like Lost, and if the plane was crashing because God was trying to cleanse the earth of wicked people. But then, I remember my mother was on the plane so that theory was impossible.

I feel like I'm just rambling on, because I'm prolonging my bed time. Which is partially true, because my mother and I have to share a bed and she smells weird. Ha ha ha just kidding. She smells like... dancing waters. Literally (bahahah). 

Um.... Today, I woke up. Drank an iced coconut mocha. Ate 1/2 of a cinnamon roll. Went to the beach. Got tan/sunburned. Came back to the condo. Showered. Went to Da Kitchen. Ate a garden burger. Drove around. Went to Radioshack. Bought a camera charger. Went to an ice cream place. Ate a small ice cream cone. Came back to the condo. Watched the Kristen Bell on Ellen video (may I just take this moment to tell a small story. When I typed it in, my mother said, "Kristen Bell? Isn't he who played batman?" hahahahahahahahah). Now, I am blogging.

If any of you fine folks have a twitter, you should hit.me.up. It really is so enjoyable.

Well, it's off to bed for me. I had a weird dream last night where I had to adopt this child and I was mad at my brother for some reason. But hey, I guess we all have to adopt children in our dreams at some point.

This has been really pointless, and if you read this whole thing, I will tell you a juicy juicy secret.

Much love,

Emily

It looks like a cat.

I don't know. 
I think I'm just going to start making like a bunch of drafts with just photos. Because that seems to be the part that takes forever. Then, I'll just add new words everyday. :).

All of these photos are from... Wednesday?? I don't know. Anyways, I got a delicious white mocha with raspberry. It had kind of a weird taste, like sugar crystals. I quite liked it though. It seems like everything here is different. Oh man. Their Forever 21??? You little fashionistas would die. Literally, die. I thought I was dreaming until I realized I wasn't.

When I wear those clothes I will definitely photograph them. Man. Shopping there was like one of those dreams. You know, the kind where everything in the store is exactly what you want? And your just frantic and grabbing everything in your sight? Ya. That's what it was like.
Anyways, I highly doubt you folks care. But just know, IT WAS WONDERFUL.

My niece is licking my leg.

Alright. Oh. Yes. We went to this place with a creepy employee who didn't let me have my drink, and they had oysters. We got to crack one open and get the pearl inside! Yay! 

Then, we ate at Maui Tacos. I don't know why I ever think eating a bean and cheese burrito is a good idea.

Anyway, this is a really pointless post. I've come to realize that no one really cares what you do unless your famous. Or doing something really cool for that matter.

You know what I want to do? I want to be in a band like The Moldy Peaches. They are just so adorable. I can't get over it. Perhaps I could make one like that. Oh, and no. I can't sing for the life of me. But, I feel like she can't either, and it's just adorable.

Also, I miss last summer and The Glass Gentlemen concerts and sitting in front of Velour at midnight listening to Blue play the guitar. Man.



XOXO
Emily

Maui, Hawaii

I wore a strapless swimsuit yesterday. Not the best idea. While boogie boarding a huge wave decided it was necessary to flip me around multiple times underwater. Also, my swim top fell down to my hips. As it turns out, trying to flip your swimsuit right side out and pull it up, all at the same time is pretty hard. It adds to the challenge when the water is being pulled back into the ocean and your special friends are exposed to the entire beach.

But, on a less uncomfortable note I went to see The Woman In Black as well. Let me just say: GREATEST FILM OF THE YEAR. I was seriously shocked. I already had high expectations going in, and they were well met. Even exceeded. 

We're going whale watching today. I'm scared the boat is going to capsize and we're all going to drown. I tried snorkeling from the shore yesterday, but I kept getting scared when I couldn't touch anymore. My mother didn't believe me until now when I said I was scared of open water. 

Well, I'm going to do 8 pages of my seminary packet now. Gotta meet the quota. 

Make a memory today.

XOXO,

Emily

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

I hate waking up with dry lips and a stuffy nose in the middle of the night. I hate "that awkward moment" Facebook status. I hate stupid Tweets. I hate the sound of dogs licking. I hate getting syrup on my hands. I hate things coming fast at my face. I hate people forcing me to try their food more than twice. I hate the phrases "it's fine" and "kthanks". I hate my hands being dry. I hate people yelling. I hate the new Sherlock Holmes movies. I hate the last two? Pirates of the Caribbean. I hate when people define words as a part of their writing/poetry/about me. I hate when girls edit photos way too much and add quotes. I hate when boys making farting noises. I hate the way my one teacher says the word "always". I hate the sound of my mother's toothbrush. I hate forgetting to do my laundry. I hate how long it takes BYU to send their acceptance letter. I hate the creepers who always hang out at MATC between classes. I hate when people leave their trash in my car. I hate posers. I hate all the ghettoness of my high school. I hate when people try to control me. I hate annoying blog posts. I hate the song Juicy by Gnarles Barkley. I hate the fact that it's almost February 1st and it still hasn't snowed and stuck.

I don't know why, but I feel that needed to happen.

I like my left hand a lot better than my right.

I guess it's been a while, but I don't really feel the need to apologize... so I'm not going to.

In other news, I have a bazillionthousand things I should be doing right now(online p.e., online English, seminary packets, scholarship apps, cleaning,). But, I don't really feel like doing any of that. 

As you can see, there's still no snow and I'm about to KNOCK MY BLOCK OFF. Bahahah Killer Klowns reference.
Jalapeno Cheetos and Diet Pepsi are becoming my lunch far too often.
I got asked to Prom, but finding a dress I like is proving to be hellllllla impossible. Anyone have one I can borrow? :)
Kiss It Better is perhaps one of the most gorgeous songs my elf ears have ever heard.
Me and Trixie are still BFF.
The lights in my house are neat.
My hand is neat. 
I made neat fettechini from a box.


Well, now that the awkward part is over, we can get back to chatting every day.
I won't leave you again, I promise.








Actually, can I just take this moment to publicly point out how much I hate my English teacher?? I'm quitting his class, not because I'm a quitter, but because I'm sick of having to hold my puke in for 84 minutes every other day.

Well, I guess that's all I have to say for now.
We will speak again soon. Very soon... If you know what I mean....







Actually, I don't even know what I mean. So, I'm just going to stop talking. Even though I'm not talking, I'm typing. So, in that case I am just going to stop typing.
Ok.
Bye.

He walked right out the front door.

Sometimes confrontation is too much. And I"m not referring to the kind you have with your cheating (now) ex-boyfriend or from-hell roommate. I'm talking about the kind we have with ourselves. It's tough and it sucks and it scares us to death. It nags at us everyday and dares us to evaluate our lives. It tries to make us change, but of course, we don't like change. So, we avoid it. We shut it out. We pretend like we're doing awesome as we are.

And you know what? Maybe, we are doing awesome as we are. Maybe everything is exactly how it should be. But let me tell you something. When your 12 steps are taller than your toes, maybe you should stop and close your eyes. Just for a second. And think about that time when that person you love believed you when you said  you'd try.


But I guess even moving eyelids is too hard for some people.

I scuffed my shoe and fell for you.

This is way past over-due, but lately I just haven't been feeling it.

See, there's this thing I have with humanity. Some would call it hatred. Some would call it confusion. I simply call it Johnathon (literally for no reason).

Generic.

I just don't understand what happens to people. Why am I no longer friends with the boy I stayed out all night with on the church roof? I swear to you we just stopped talking one day, and it's like, that's all it took.

I don't know why I don't speak to that girl I once labelled "best friend". I don't know why I can't seem to get over the boy from the ninth grade with the shaggy hair and hazel eyes. I don't know why I ignore people who I was friends with in 8th grade English. I just don't understand what it is about us humans that makes us fade. 

And the thing is, we all fade.

All of us. All the time. We're just watercolor smeared onto a canvas. And as beautiful as that can be sometimes; I'm sick of it. I want color. I want emotion. I want people knocking on my door asking me to hang out. I want sleepovers and long walks going no where and drinking diet coke and pretending to be all philosophical. I want to stalk the coffee shop boys and I want them to notice. I want to tell that girl I once labelled "best friend" that I miss her and wish she didn't have a boyfriend. I want to tell the boy from ninth grade that I want to marry him sort of. I want to sit on a church roof and theorize about everything.

But, all my acrylics are out. And the only colors left are water.

It's cool to fake romances.

In the end, you're right. No matter how much you want to be wrong or how much other people want you to be wrong. You're right. You've always been right. And maybe that's because you got a 3 on the AP Psychology test or maybe it's because you've been conditioned to expect things to be that way since you were a baby. But in the end, none of it really matters anyways, because creepsters will still be creepsters no matter how much you justify it in your head. And flaksters will still be flaksters no matter how much promise they stuff into their plans. And words will still be words no matter how much heart a person tries to give them.

But, caring is creepy anyways.