New Delhi, India

Getting off the plane in Frankfurt.

Delhi

Slum next to our hotel

People sleeping on the ground. Everywhere in Delhi. 



The god of strength. Their hand like that means they are giving blessings.

Clubbing in Delhi

Man sleeping at the train station in Delhi. It smelled like feces, everywhere. Literally.

XOXO,
Emily

Utah can be real beautiful sometimes.

It's just not consistent.

 I like reading Bright Eye's songs more than I like listening to them. They're really quite beautiful, and I feel like sometimes that gets lost in the music.

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Virginia's almost sleeping
The night is getting older
There's static on the tv
And she's lying on the sofa
The cats crawl over her

Jenny's in the garage
She's got the car in neutral
She rolls it out so quietly
It's Saturday as usual
It always is

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words they mean 

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me

so little to me
I can't seem to deal with something more
When everyone will fall back

Daddy's in the backyard
His hands are getting dirty
And mom is in the kitchen and the cake says that I'm thirteen
Another year

My brother went to college to become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He'll end up just like father
Who hates his life

And me I'm in the bathroom
Crying out my eyelids cause it's hard to be a man
When you're scared just like a little kid
The world's become 

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean

a little too mean
And I can't see the point of patient love
When everyone just wants to get ******.

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(I edited it a bit for those of you who are sensitive.)

I hope she didn't use butter.

I don't eat meat. Under any circumstance.

I don't eat butter or cream cheese if I can control it.

In case you were wondering.

 

"Hold. Up. R Kelly. I am NOT one of your groupies."

Guys, there ain't nothing wrong with a little bump n' grind. 

Rethink your life.

If a man with nothing to smile about ever existed; it's him.

But look.

What are you doing wrong?

Festival of Lights

Saturday night, three of my friends and I went to the Festival of Lights at the Krishna temple. I don't know why more people don't go. It's reallllly pretty, and more fun than the Festival of Colors.
Well, no. Nothing is more fun than the Festival of Colors.

The temple has two levels. This is the entrance, which leads up to the worshipping level. Then, below it there is a gift shop and a place where people can eat.

This is the pond. The idea behind Diwali/Festival of Lights is the households light up their windows to bring in the best for the year to come. It also marks the return of the God Sri Rama (he was exiled for 14 years). So, they are also welcoming him home by brightening their city.

People light lamps and make wishes for the new year. I guess it's kind of an Indian New Year/Thanksgiving celebration. It's really a great tradition though, and the idea of floating your wish away is so beautiful.

Of course they had their little band playing. I swear to you, every time I come from on of their festivals all I sing for the next two weeks is "holli holli Krishna".

Ok. They had these fireworks that made the strangest noise! It soundd like a cat... being stepped on? I don't know. Maybe they were a special Indian firework!

I would tell you what I wished for, but I don't really know the guidelines. And I'm scared my wish will be jeopardized.

You can't wear shoes inside the temple. I feel like it makes everyone bond more ha ha

Ok! He could legitimately talk! These two little kids were telling us how they had a conversation with him earlier, but we thought they were joking. Um, ya. They weren't. Oh, and if you put your finger by his cage, he will hold it! Go and see for yourself!



So, I try not to post photos of my whole face.
Don't ask why.
But this one is too good not to. As we were walking out of the temple, I stopped to take a photo of the man to my left leading an Indian cow. The Indian man saw me, an told me to come help. He was soooo funny! I showed me how to hold the leash, and then lead us to the pen! My cow kept merging to the left, because he wanted to visit the llamas. I told the Indian man this, and he said, (say in Indian accent) "Oh!! He loves the llamas. Look! There they are! HELLO LLAMAS!!"
That's pretty much how my weekend went. Friday was spent doing nothing. I went shopping with my mom for India supplies. Can you believe I leave in 12 days?! Me either.

Well, I'm watching Criminal Minds, and it's actually very engaging. Watch episode 135-Sense Memory.

I have no idea what the guy's problem is for once!!

xoxo,

Emily

I know this isn't necessary.

Oh shiz.

Oh snap.

So, I guess I've just been doing school work lately.

And trying to catch up in my AP art portfolio. I've started a new blog for it, but there are no posts yet. I will start once I get some decent photos. I realize this one is complete crap and you can't even tell that the leaves are hearts made from acrylic and the background is pastel and the trunk is textured.

WHATEVER. 

My mother just got home, so expect more photos I guess?

I don't know. Actually, don't. I always say I'm going to post more photos and I never do. Ha ha ha, I just have no one to take them.

My neighborhood friends have been very non-friendly lately. Also, the 3 month curse I still here. 

IMPORTANT NEWS:

I BLEW ALL MY MONEY ON A SPIRIT HOOD (WHICH I AM GOING TO WEAR TO SCHOOL... SO IF YOU SEE ANYONE AT MY SCHOOL WEARING ONE, JUST KNOW THAT THEY ARE COPYING ME. NOT THAT I CARE, BUT I WANT THE CREDIT) WHICH MEANS I NEED MONEY. WHICH MEANS I WILL BE SELLING MY CLOTHES AGAIN.

I'M GOING TO LEGIT POST OUTFIT PHOTOS NOW, BECAUSE I HAVE TO.

IF YOU SEE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BUY, JUST EMAIL ME.

ALSO, I'M STARTING AN ETSY, I'LL POST THE LINK LATER.

Well folks, I think this is where the conversation ends.

Well, I guess it's not really a conversation, but you know what I mean.

Um, ok.

Tomorrow it shall be.

I want to slow dance outside Farr's Fresh.

Jen Lindley just stated it perfectly.

"Girls suck."

They just dump you for their boyfriends. Then, once their boyfriend dumps them, they come crawling back to you. Except for now you have a life and have made new friends, but of course you're supposed to ditch all them for your ex best friend who ditched you to begin with.

HONESTLY.

That's why I hang out with boys for the most part and build Lego's and fight with light sabers and go to gaming release parties and leave early because yet again someone doesn't understand my humor.

Who wants to do hair and make-up and nails when you can watch horror movies and streak through parks and toilet paper houses and go to three story parks late at night? No one. That's right.

Well. I'm going to go now. Not because I have anything better to do, but simply because this typing is distracting me from my Dawson's Creek. (p.s. Zoey, we have much to discuss.)

xoxo,

Emily

P.S. If Jen Lindley falls for her therapist (also, if HE falls for HER) then I am going to scream. For roughly 4 seconds. And then hide my face in a pillow and cry tears of rage directed at unrealistic writing.

And then I pierced my nose.

Naw, I'm just kidding.

JOKESTER.

One of these days, but not today. 

Um...

I don't really have much to say, other than I'm watching a preview for a new television show called Grimm. 

It looks very grim.

JOKESTER.

I went to Beans and Brew today and ordered a ice tall white mocha. I asked for it decaf, and the guy said, "What's the point in that?" I went on to explain how I didn't need the energy boost.

He brought me out my drink while I was sitting indian style in a booth. He told me I was going to get stuck like that and then walked away. It was very awkward.

I took a sip... and I'm pretty sure it was cream based. But not completely sure. Which really weirded me out, because I don't know if I've just become accustomed to the taste or if there wasn't any coffee in it. 

My grandmother says that my drink is too sweet... and to me hers is too bitter. But what if my drink is too sweet now because I've become accustomed to it?!

I guess that was a really pointless story, but it's just been bothering me.



I'm aware all these photos are different.

I've just been bored lately, so I've been experimenting.

Well, I'm off to purchase a new iPhone. 

xoxo,

Emily

He was a punk. She did ballet.

I've been rediscovering Avril Lavigne this afternoon. It's quite enjoyable.

Yes. I'm aware this photo is completely unflattering and you can see that I have lost my bottom retainer, but that doesn't matter.

Why doesn't it matter, Emily?

INTRODUCING UGLY PHOTO WEEK.

No. Your eyes are not deceiving you. This is happening.

Everyday will be a new ugly photo.

Embrace it. Participate.

It's good for your confidence.

In other news, I completely failed the ACT. Whateves. I'm either going to get into BYU or I'm not. Getting a 30 would have been nice. Hopefully, by some miracle, I got it. I guess we'll find out in 3-8 weeks.

I know you guys don't actually care about my educational future, so I'll inform you on other news.

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY: It's terrifying. I've never seen a scary movie in theatres and HOLLLLLYYYY SHIZ. It was spectacular. Go see it. OH! And there is this preview for some weird "connect the crosses" movie. I closed my eyes because I knew I would never sleep again if I continued to watch it. 

Addy, I know that kid you tweeted about and can give you his number if you'd like.

Angela, update your blog more.

Mady, you as well, blogosphere misses you.

Autumn, how am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you never update!? I miss stalking your Bennington activities.

Zoey, I love you. That's all.

Mom, hi.

xoxo,

Emily

P.S. Anyone want to be Twitter friends? @emilycoletti

Let's do this.

I hate the sound of dogs licking

Well, I've just been doing schoolwork and studying for the ACT. 

Also, I got attacked by karma yesterday.
And tomatoes.
It's definitely not enjoyable.





See you Sunday.
Wish me luck.

I would like to marry the Swedish boy.

Ok. I hate my blog.

Want to know why?

No one used to know about it. I could literally write anything, and know I'd be completely safe. I could rage on my brother, or complain about that skanky ex best friend, or give day to day updates on my current stalkee.

I can't do that anymore, because now people I know actually read it. This means that I have two choices.

1.) Stop revealing personal information.

2.) Use a secret language that only I will understand.

3.) Suck it up and let people know how I really feel.

See, I would very much like to choose number three... however, I would like to remain a non-bitch. Pardon my french.

So, I will go with option number two. 

If you think I am referring to you... chances are, you're probably right. Maybe I'll toughen up someday and tell you to your face, but until then, I will stay right here in my comfort zone. Remaining hidden behind this blog.

And I'm fine with that.

SO. HERE WE GO.

To you: Stop giving it control over your life. You're perfectly capable. 

To you: I still think you do it.

To you: Mignon. Enough said.

To you: COME ON.

And last, but certainly not least.

To you: You are Swedish and I would like to elope. I don't know your name, but you were in my dream last night and I'm taking that as a sign.

Cool.

xoxo,

Emily

College fair, in my hair.

Today was the college fair.

I was actually super stoked, because I forgot to do my English homework, and I never went in for help with Calculus. 

Oh, but before I get into that. I would just like to say that my high school is absolutely ridiculous. All the seniors were supposed to go to the auditorium for an assembly, and I wanted to finish my homework. I went into the commons and a tracker (people who make sure kids go to class) kicked me out. Then, I went into the library and got questioned multiple times about my grade. I lied of course. It was for the greater good.

Then, I went to the BYU presentation. It was quite enjoyable. I think I'm going to schedule a campus visit. One of the ones where it's one-on-one and they take you to classes and all that jeaaaazzzzz.

If you have any suggestions of places to go, I'm all ears.

Me and my friend decided we wanted crepes, so we started to leave. We saw my dear friend Twin (no, that is not really his name. but we are so similar it's the only name that fits) and stopped for a chat. Yet, another tracker came out and told us to go to the college fair. It isn't required or anything, so we started to walk to my car. "Um? Is that the way to the college fair? I don't think so."

So, we walked into one of the presentations and sat in the back. Apparently, that isn't good enough for presenters. They made us come sit up in the front. We were getting pretty restless thinking about all that precious crepe time that was being wasted. So, we got up and left. Perhaps it was rude. Oh well.

The crepes were delicious and I would easily do it again.

Well, I'm off to learn about Dental Assisting. Make sure you floss guys. You'd be surprised how much it improves your oral hygiene.

xoxo

Emily