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I finally get up the courage to message you.

And then we message back and forth.

And then you see my message.

And they you start typing.

And then you go offline.


Until next time, Em 🙂


This is actually me.

When I was watching this (during lunch:

My classmate: “HI EMILY HOW ARE YOU DOING!!!”

Me: “hi.” (directly translates to: “get out of here, I’m trying to watch a funny video in which a hot British guy is talking about his social awkwardness. Get out of here”)


Until next time, Em 🙂


I check my inbox to see if I have any e-mails from the library… AND I DO. Woot woot! Time to read some e-books, cuz I just finished Reached by Ally Condie (I recommend all of her books, omg so amazing) and I need some new reading material.

But then when I go to check out the e-books, IT SAYS IT’S NOT READY TO CHECK OUT. What is this?!

Well, Harry Potter #2 was ready to check out, so I guess that’s a bright side.

But still! I want to read my mermaid story (don’t judge, I like mermaids. It all stemmed from my love of the show H2O. I watched all 3 seasons in less than a month [over summer break] So, obviously I like mermaids.)

Anyways, I’m off to go read the magicallness that is HP. And you know, procrastinate on my homework. Heh heh.

Until next time, Em 🙂

P.S. ~ I did borrow this awesome sweatshirt from my friend (that I will soon be getting – If I ever get the e-mail that they’re ready to pick up)… so that’s good! I’ll wear in my next TAP video, so you all can see it. Yay!

Why I Don’t Like Confrontation: A Memoir

Today I went to schedule a drive for tomorrow at the place where I took Driver’s Ed.

If you don’t know what a “drive” is, let me explain. For my driver’s ed class, I had/have to have 6 or so in-car sessions where I apparently learn how to drive. First of all, I’ve been driving for 10 months. I’m pretty sure I already know how to drive. I’m not a pro or anything, but seriously… argh.

I asked the guy at the front desk (aka the guy who owns the place, aka the guy who scares me aka… bleh) if he had any time available for tomorrow, or Sunday. He looked at me like I was an alien. “That is impossible,” he said in his scary Russian accent. What, does he think I’m 6? Just tell me whether or not there is a slot available this weekend, and I can be on my way.

But nooo, then he had to check when my last drive was (erm, 8 months ago?)… this took 15 minutes, because apparently he couldn’t see the date clearly marked on the sheet that listed the drives I had gone on. Argh.

Then, he asked if I could come in after school to take a drive. I said the earliest I could come in was 4, and once again, he looked at me like I was an alien. “What time does your school get out?” “3.30” “What kind of school is that?!” “Ummm, a normal school?” (the last part was in my head)

And then he went on this rant about how I was apparently too busy to come in for a drive (well excuise moi but I have 4 hours of homework a night. Drives are not happening in my near future), but I had enough time to text and such. I wanted to punch him in the face right then and there.

And then he kept getting more pissed about how I missed a drive (so not true, the receptionist person thought I was signed up for one BUT I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR ONE) and blah blah blah.

All this time, he was treating me like I was a 6 year old that couldn’t do anything for herself. Argh. He infuriates me.

Lalala I’m off to read a book and (eventually) go to sleep for around 10 hours. How I love the weekend. And skiing, which I might do tomorrow 🙂 🙂

Until next time, Em 🙂

Musings of a library volunteer…

Let’s just say I stumbled upon some very strange people while volunteering at the library today…

1. A guy was filling a paper bag full of DVDs… and then taking a bunch off the shelf and looking at EVERY SINGLE DVD ON THE SHELF

2. A guy asked me if no DVDs were checked out, would they all fit on the shelf? (I said “maybe” – how am I supposed to know)

Also, off-topic, what is with all these homecoming pictures on Facebook? Seriously… it should be Singles Awareness Weekend because I am sorry, but I do not want to see everyones’ happy statuses while I am sitting home alone on the internet…


At church today, the cute-smart-musical guy from our “church band” which will be starting up soon came for the youth meeting… yeah that was awkward seeing as I HAD A DREAM ABOUT HIM… A VERY STRANGE DREAM.

Until next time, Em 🙂

Guys really need to get a clue…

First order of business… why do guys never respond to your messages? Like, you’re having this conversation and you’re waiting for a response but it doesn’t come for two days… what’s up with that?! Except for when you’re talking to your guy-friend and you couldn’t care less about the topic and he texts back in 30 seconds. That is the only exception.

Second order of business… there are some very strange guys in band. So maybe you remember Cody? Or… maybe not. I was going to set him up with Shelly, but yeah… that didn’t work too well because (1) I never talk to him and (2) he’s like 5’10” and I’m 5’1/2″… yeah. So he sits up in the first row with me (not the same instrument, but right next to each other), and we were talking before rehearsal started. I always bring in my dinner because I have to get it right before band and I don’t have much time, so I just eat some of it in the car and at band, etc. So last week I brought samosas from my friend’s parents’ restaurant… so delicious. Anyways, last week he was all “can I have some” and I was all “get away from my samosas! They are delicious and all mine!” And this week I had bubble tea (with the jelly, I practically throw up if I get the tapioca) which was delicious btw, and he was asking if the place I got it from was good or not. Pretty normal conversation, yeah? Well, it was not that normal from there on. During break-time, he was talking to me and his stand-partner about how soft his hair is (it’s pretty soft, but he uses gel so you know… anyways) and then he was talking about how his pants were apparently skinny jeans but they weren’t that skinny… yeah he is very strange. Moving on.

Third order of business… male teachers should not be allowed to wear biking shorts on school grounds. I don’t care how good looking you are, guys should never be allowed to wear shorts that short and tight and spandex-y. Never.

Fourth order of business… last year in English class for our final project, we had to write poems and paint a picture to go along with it. I totally BS’d the poem, writing it the night before it was due. I thought it was pretty good, because I fancied it up so it looked like a tree and I even colored it so it looked like branches and everything. Over-achiever, I know. Anyways, some of our class turned it into the National Poem Society or something like that to enter a competition to maybe get published in their newsletter. Well I thought, why not? It’d be pretty cool to get published. So I turned it in and completely forgot about it until a few days ago, when a letter came in the mail, saying that my poem was being published! Of course I forgot all about it, so I was really confused when my mom asked me why I was getting my poem published… anyways. Maybe I’ll upload it sometime.

Until next time, Em 🙂

Day 18: Favorite store

So one of my favorite restaurants is actually one that I stumbled upon while driving to a speech-thing. It’s a burger/root-beer drive-in and it’s pretty awesome. The “small” root-beers are humongous… I was going to upload a picture of it in my hand but my dad lost the Bluetooth connector for my phone and I have a crappy phone that can’t connect via USB so… yeah. All you need to know is that it’s humongous and tastes like a root-beer float even though it doesn’t have ice cream in it. If I could buy a keg of the stuff, I would. Anyways, at this burger/root-beer drive-in, they have a huge gumball machine. I come up to the silver line on it (granted I’m short, but still) and a picture of me next to it is actually my phone background 😀


Anyways, this week at horse camp I met someone who absolutely loves this place (she’s the girl who’s setting me up with her friend)… let’s just say we bonded over the fact that we love this place.

Oh and also, there is a really annoying car tooting it’s horn on my street and my head feels about ready to burst. People do realize that they don’t need to toot their horn 20 times, right?


This might actually be the large size, because it has two straws. But the small size isn’t much smaller

And their store jam packed with pictures and shiz…

I didn’t know where to look…

And they have mini-juke boxes on each table so only you hear the music! Sadly you couldn’t use them because they were old and people donated them, but seriously, it was so cool.

Until next time, Em 🙂