A Lack. Of Black. Let's Mack.

Well. Today was swell. These photos are actually from the dental convention my friends and I went to a couple weeks back. However, due to my complete lack of photographing, I am just posting them now.

I wonder if any of them feel awkward about being on here. Hmmm. Perhaps I should have asked before I posted this. Maybe, I will save it as a draft and then ask tomorrow and then post.

But, that's too much work. If you are in this photo and you oppose, please inform me.

In other news, I started my internship at a general dentist today and it's AMAZING! This dentist has the most high tech things! He has a Cerac (?) machine that makes the crown right there! Also, he has an i-so-dry (?) that basically keeps all of the saliva out of the mouth and eliminates the need for a rubber dam! How amazing right?! It's super cool. Oh, also, he has a hand piece for composite. It vibrates when it puts the composite in, so it gets into all the pits and fissures, and then it hardens a little bit to gel. It seriously is so cool. I love my pediatric office, but at my general I get more one on one time. It's grrrrrreat.

Well, in other news I am OBSESSED with slow jams. It's scary how much I listen to them. Sometimes I don't invite people places, because I know they won't approve of listening to them. Is that bad? Eh. Whatever. In case you are wondering what exactly slow jams are, let me give you a list of my favorites. Now, not all of them have to be sexual. There are some that are completely fine, but these are the ones that I like the best.

1. Falsetto – The Dream
2. Birthday Sex – Jeremiah
3. I like – Jeremiah
4. Bump N' Grind – R Kelly
5. It's In The Morning – Robin Thicke
6. Sex Therapy – Robin Thicke
7. You Belong To Me – Trey Songz
8. Neighbors Know My Name – Trey Songz
9. Motivation – Kellly Rowland
10. Day Dreaming – Tamia

Those my friends, are the songs to success. I feel like I'm forgetting some of the ones I really like, but that's all I can think of for now.

Tomorrow, I am working all day. Then, Friday, my mother, sister, and I are going to see Hunger Games! Yay! Then on Saturday I will attend the festival of colors! So, hopefully there will be some more interesting posts this weekend!

Allmyheart,

Emily

It just happens sometimes.

I know it's been a while, but I'm finally ready to talk.

I hate a lot of things. I hate the way my teacher pronounces the word "always" and I hate the way my sister pronounces the word "coupons". I hate that girl who lies and that other girl who never does. I hate that boy who needs help and I hate that boy who offers too much. I hate the people who call me hipster, because I'm pretty sure it's an insult. I hate the days where the sun is in my face and I can't see where I'm driving. I hate the dreams where I jump off a cliff and don't die. I hate the tapeworm in my stomach and the gnomes who never come when I need them to.
But, most of all, I hate how everyone is sad.

I hate hearing the sob stories. I do. I absolutely hate them. And, I don't hate them because they are lies. I don't hate them because they make me feel stupid. I hate them because they perfectly illustrate how twisted humans can be. They remind me of all the bad there is out in the world. 

They are the acid to my perfectly painted, yellow canvas.

I've spent a lot of time on that canvas, and I don't want acid anywhere near it. But, I think that's cheating. They wouldn't make yellow paint in bulk if you weren't going to have to repaint.

I just hate it when it happens I guess.

I don't want acid on my canvas and I don't want that girl crying on my shoulder. I don't want that boy calling me to yell. Or ever really. I want everyone to be happy, not because they've learned to deal with things, but because the perpetrators no longer exist. I want all the bad people gone.

That's what I really want.
Not world peace, not an abolishment of sickness, not a bazillionmilliontrillion dollars. I want all those stupid, bad people who ruin lives to turn into worms and be eaten by one of those ugly birds with the white stripe and long tail. Because those are the ugliest and it's only fitting.

I don't think that's possible though. Even if I wanted to turn them into worms, my wand is broken. And let's face it, even if my wand wasn't broken I still wouldn't, because wands aren't real and magic isn't either.

So, I guess we just have to learn how to deal with these stupid people. Bad people. Terrible people. Life ruining people. We have to go to therapy or read 1984 or watch Amelie or listen to some Bright Eyes. We have to remember that they don't control us and that we can be who we want and do what we please. We have to tell them to go to hell and not care about the repercussions. We have to be strong and stand up for ourselves. We have to take control of our lives and stop letting them play us like children.

We have to learn to delete them from our lives and forget all the bad things that have happened. We have to run to Home Depot as fast and we possibly can and buy all the yellow paint in the whole store. We have to demand more and hug them when they say "that's all there is". Then, we have to share our canvases and make them into a huge wall that stretches over the whole world. 

I'm making mine. Where's yours?

I don't want to go alone.

Photo overload.
I know.

I'm not sorry.

I guess I'm just really into black and white photos lately. Also, I discovered fire... man. I could photograph fire all night and love every single photo.

Anyways. I guess I'll tell about my weekend now, so if you don't care then skip this paragraph, but read the next. So, Friday night we went to HobNob's last show. I know my friends are going to read this, but I have to say it. Those shows scare the hell out of me!! I mean, I guess it's not scary in real life. But, skanking (youtube search that if you don't know what it is) is scary. And those circle things they do, are scary as well! I'm always scared I'm going to get trampled ha ha. When HobNob was playing, I kept getting scared the crowd was going to show me into the band playing and then I'd ruin everything. It is fun though. I mean, it's terrifying, but it's fun. Kind of like... skydiving. Even though I've never been. So that's actually a terrible simile. Anyways, then after the show we went to Dee's and I ate some fries (which look completely unappetizing in black and white I might add). Then, on Saturday I took my friend's senior photos, which I will talk more about later. After that we went to another friend's house and had a social gathering with great people. The girl with glasses and short hair has the voice of an angel. I've changed my funeral song to Waiting On An Angel by Ben Harper, and I sort of want to die tomorrow, just so she can sing it at my funeral. Anyways, we roasted marshmallows and attempted to do henna, but one tube was clogged, one was way too hard, and one was too oily. So, none of our hennas really turned out. Annnnnnnnd, that was pretty much my weekend.

Alright, so, I was going to do an AP art portfolio, but I didn't get any paintings done really, so I decided not to. However, this morning the most brilliant thought came in to my head. I SHOULD DO IT WITH PHOTOGRAPHY! I mean, that's sooooo much easier. I've decided to concentrate on skeletons. My stomach flip flops even telling you guys that, because I am so super in love with this idea, I don't want anyone to steal it. And, I know, I know, that's like super weird a possessive and it's not like I'm the only one who's ever had that idea before, but I know how certain people at my school work (and I'm not referring to you)and it just makes me nervous, saying my ideas before I've executed them.

However, I do need people to be part of my project. So, if you live in Provo or Salt Lake or between and would like to participate, email me at projectadoration@hotmail.com and I'll give you more information. 

In other news, like I said earlier, I took my friend's senior photos. I'm not done editing them yet, but I'm sure when I'm done she will post them on her blog. So, I'll give you folks a link to that when they go up.

Well, that's pretty much it. If you are reading this and it's Monday, go to Beans and Brews and get a $2 mocha.

I really hope you folks have a lovely day. I wish I knew you all personally, because I'm sure you're the greatest people. I feel like sharing a secret, so I'll tell you something: Actually, if my mother got word I'd be in trouble. You'll have to wait until fall starts and I'm out of her disciplining range. ;).

XOXO

Emily

These photos are from Homecoming. In case you were wondering.

Sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating and there are all these hands on my throat and covering my nose and holding a pillow to my face. And it makes me want to run away to the old tintic mine in Goshen and wheatpaste my feelings for a week. Or surround myself with hairless cats and sing them lullabies until they fall asleep. Or purchase 80 million rolls of black and white film and shoot my life story so I can give it to a homeless person who will just burn it for warmth or to get their next heroin fix. 

And then all that will be left will be crumpled tin foil and ashes.

You know? I don't want crumpled tin foil. I want nice, crisp, clean tin foil. The kind that hasn't ever been touched or used. The kind that fits perfect over the broccoli and cheese I just gave to my mother because I was sick of the taste. 

I want that tin foil. 
I want those cats meowing in harmony with my lullabies.
I want to meet Shepard Fairey while I'm in Goshen and chat with him. Or maybe even Banksy, and see just how a small girl searches a police officer. Ya, Banksy would be nice.

But, honestly? These hands are not going to stop shoving down feather pillows on me. They aren't going away, no matter how hard I push them. They are growing on me. They are growing into my skin. We are melting together in this not-so-winterish-weather. It's sick and it's wrong and it's driving me crazy.

But, it's just something that happens sometimes and we all have to deal with it.

New in shop + Etsy store open

Alright. So, couple of changes.

I feel annoying posting my shop and Etsy things on here, so from now on I'll tell if either one is updated on my Twitter or in the title of a post, but I'm not going to post photos ha ha ha.

I just miss my photography.

Anways, so yes. Basically, new stuff is in the shop. Check it out.

Also, I've finally opened an Etsy. Right now it's just bows for hair and stuff, but I'm starting to work on some collars, so hopefully those will be in by this time next week.

Well, I'm going to go do some calculus and work on collars.

Have a lovely evening.

Or morning.

Or day.

Um...

Yes.

XOXO

Emily

Warning: this post is pointless.

Well, I'm just sitting here at my old place of employment. And let me just say, I CAN NOT BELIEVE I HAVE 90 FOLLOWERS. 

It's weird, ya know? I mean, I don't feel like this blog is "really awesome" or is even anything worth talking about. But, 90 FOLLOWERS?! Geez. You folks are toooooo kind. Sincerely. 

All the comments I get make me so happy:). I always try to trace your links and comment back on your blogs. I like to think of it as a little comment conversation... hahaha. But, oh my gosh. I can't believe I have 90 followers! I remember when I first started this, Sarah B.....(I don't want creepy Internet molesters to stalk her) told me to make a fashion blog. So, that's what I did. I remember signing up for Mormon Fashion Bloggers and IFB, but I didn't know it'd rake me in 40 page views a day! Maybe that isn't a lot to you guys. But, I know for me it's super crazy to think that 40 people are actually reading what I have to say.

Well, I'm sorry this is getting all sentimental, but let me just say...

I LOVE MY FOLLOWERS!!!

You guys are like genuine friends to me:).

OH, let me just make a promise though. I promise to always blog about whatever is on my mind. I will never post anything just because I feel like I need to. I will never be one of those annoying "follow me and I'll follow back". I will always tell you folks what's going on, and even if that person might be reading my blog, I will still tell you. Because, it's fair that way.

This is a separate thought process, but I was just thinking. I think blogs should be a place where people can spill anything. And I don't mean that they should say all the drama that's going on (because no one really cares anyways... what?), but I think people should never NOT post something just because they are scared someone is going to read it. Bahaha. Confession: Sometime I want to post something, but then I remember my sister reads this, so I don't.

Pick a date my friends. Sometime in the summer. And I will answer any juicy questions you have in complete honesty. I actually think that would be fun!! We can spread it around to the whole blogosphere!! Bloggers everywhere will be coming closer together!! I think we should do it. We'll call it... The Confession Session. The one and only rule will be that you have to answer every question you receive, and you have to be 100% honest. 
Alright? 
Confession Session.
Let's do this folks.

XOXO,
Emily

school + new in shop

Hello folks.
Firstly, I'm selling the skirt and the bow. However, I haven't made my Etsy yet, so it will be a couple more days for the bow. I don't want to make an Etsy and only have like six items... hahaha so I'm making A TON. I think I counted 20? last night. But, I'm not really sure. Anyways, I'll keep you updated when that goes up through my Twitter.

In other news, I AM SO READY TO BE DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL. It's getting annoying. I mean, the previous statement is getting annoying. I'm getting annoying with how ready I am to be done with it. Blasidhgvpzxdknzsdlfikjpasd9bjasldg.

It's not that I feel above it or anything...
Bahahah just joking. I know I'm still a high school student. But, I'm sick of having to go there. 

Yesterday, my mother and I went to the creamery and got dinner. It was quite enjoyable. Then, we drove by the new dorms (which are the ones I want to live in). I just made me so antsy to actually go!! I know I'll probably miss certain things about high school. Well, actually, let's make a list.

(I should probably add that I should be in second period right now ha ha ha)

THINGS I WILL MISS ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL:
-Ms. Coletti
-Art
-Mr. Hanks math jokes
-Awkwardly scrawny boys talking like they're the s***
-Uncomfortable PDA by equally uncomfortable couples
-Walking down the hall and seeing someone you were friends with in 7th grade and not knowing whether or not you should say hi or not, but then you look at them and they are pretending to text.
-Seeing the creeeeeepsterrrrr from the library EVERYWHERE. Especially after I thought he graduated two years ago...
-Walking folks to class
-The Justin Beiber hair flips
-Ms. Nehr, even though I've never had her.

I guess that's basically all I'll miss. High school is overrated. Also, definitely not the best years of our lives. I've already started making a list of things I want to do in college. <3.

Well, I should probably go to at least the last 30 minutes of second period.

Make it a good day.
XOXO
Emily

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