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I just feel like punching some people in the face. With a shovel.

I had my band concert today (yay!) and aside from procrastinating on my homework and freaking out about the fact that it’s 11.00 right now, not 10.00 because of Daylight Savings Time (Sigh. Why can’t we just have the “fall back” part and skip the “spring forward” part?! Oh wait, my mother just informed me that it’s next week. Phew), I encountered some very annoying situations.

Anyways… here is why I feel like punching someone right now:

1. My conductor told us our call time was 5.15, when it should’ve been 6.15. Yay.

2. I was hanging out with my friend during this two hour long par-tay before our concert, and we were admiring the spiffy band shoes that the people had at the high school where our concert was held. And then one of the moms that was chaperoning/helping out came over to us and told us to stop touching the shoes… seriously, we were just looking at what sizes peoples’s shoes were. The sizes were written on slips of tape on the cabinet. Not on the shoes. GO AWAY.

2. After being given a lecture, we decided to look at the music they had. Those little pieces of paper are so cool. It’s minuscule font, because apparently the marching band has plastic holders for their music close to their faces (how do they know where they’re going?!). Anyways, we were looking at all the cool songs they play, when the same mom said “you guys aren’t messing up their music, are you?” Uh, no. We were looking at the music that they were playing. We touched max 5 pieces of paper and did NOT take them off the shelf. akdjfdlk go away.

Ahh, okay, the music isn’t attached to their hats or anything… that’s what I thought…

3. Then I was showing my friends my car keys (I drove by myself, yay!) when THE SAME MOM asked me “whose keys are those?” like I had stolen somebody’s keys out of their bag. WHAT. THE. FUDGE. Aughhhh seriously?!

4. When I was driving home in the pitch black, this super slow car was in front of me. They were going max 40mph on a 45mph road, which was annoying. But that’s not the worst part. We came up to a bend in the road where a stop light was. There was even one of those little lights that shows you if it’s a green light or not before you turn the corner so you don’t run a red light or anything. I don’t know what this car was doing, but it LITERALLY stopped. In the middle of the road. On a 45mph road. What. The. Fudge. Everything in my car flew forward, and I seriously felt like flipping them off right then and there. Luckily the road split into two lanes and I got into the other lane, but *magically* the car sped up when I got into the other lane. So much for pulling up next to them and flipping them off.

Until next time, Em 🙂

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 🙂


So I got that camera that I wanted, the Canon EOS Rebel XT. So far it’s a really great camera – mostly I’m just getting used to using all manual settings, which is really tough at times. There is one downfall, though – it comes with a CF card, which is a fancy name for a memory card that doesn’t fit in a computer 😦 I tried downloading the software to connect the camera via USB, but sadly there isn’t any that works with Windows 7. My dad’s computer runs on Windows Vista, so hopefully I can connect it via USB and I’ll be able to download all of the pictures! Wish me luck!

Oh and I have a rant to post… so as you may know I’m on yearbook staff. I take this job very seriously, as I should, taking pictures of kids all around campus doing different activities. I’m also in tech (building sets for the play), and I wanted to take a few pictures of everyone burning paper for the play (it’s complicated). So I got out my camera and immediately a sophomore (who thinks she’s better than everyone else apparently, did she not learn to respect the upperclassmen?!) screams at me to not take pictures… like you have any right to say that stuff. I was told by the yearbook teacher/coordinator that we were allowed to take pictures of people unless TEACHERS said we couldn’t. I’m pretty sure sophomores are NOT teachers, so you really have no right to tell me not to do things. Anyways, I stalked away (after giving her a piece of my mind) and am now doing homework and ranting (because I couldn’t concentrate with all those negative thoughts in my head). Ahh, it feels good to rant.

Until next time, Em 🙂

PS – if you have any advice on how to deal with annoying underclassmen, it’d be greatly appreciated

Why I Don’t Like People: A Memoir

So… I mentioned in my last post that yesterday pretty much sucked. Let me tell you why:

1. I love hammocks. When I found out that Anna had one, I immediately jumped in it and expected a few minutes to lay and relax. Not likely. Anna and this little kid (read: brat) ran over and tried to push me out after about… 30 seconds of peace. I tried not to get annoyed, but it’s seriously hard when I AM WILLING TO LET THEM GET IN THE HAMMOCK but they just push me out so they can get on.

2.  I got out of the hammock and decided to go and have some quiet time in a recliner that they had. That was fun for about 1 minute before Anna started yelling at me, saying that I was “rude” for not wanting to talk 24/7. Oh, and the best part? The little kid started mimicking her. I’m sorry if I’m an introvert, and if you can’t get over that then why are we even friends?!

3. Anna wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of the night because I wanted to sit alone for 2 minutes.

4. When Anna, JB (her brother), JB’s friend, and I played LIFE (which started out fun)… she got in an argument with JB and quit and said “oh I’ll be just like Em and go sit off by myself and be rude. Oh by the way Em, you better find your own place to sleep and own way to get home“… okay I tried to explain the whole “I don’t feel like talking to people right now, I need a moment alone” thing, but we all know how that went.

5. After we finished LIFE (I won, even though I was behind the whole time), JB, JB’s friend and I played some card games. Hey, I would be perfectly fine with letting Anna play with us, but she just ignored us. Oh and here comes the best part. JB started hitting on me (and his friend did too, for that matter)… this is why I don’t like/trust guys. At least not the sleazes that live by me.

6. When we finished playing cards, I went into Anna’s room to apologize/get my pjs on. I asked her if she was okay, and she said yes… not true. Then I said “I’m sorry for acting like that earlier”… and I got a whole speech about how messed up I am. Anna started whining about how “I have issues with talking to people” and that I “need to get over it”. When I tried explaining that “I’m just like that,” she said that I shouldn’t be rude all the time. I’M NOT TRYING TO BE RUDE. I’m trying to get a moment alone, and is it really my fault that you were pushing me off of the hammock? I think not. Oh and then she said (about the whole hammock thing) “well that’s just how Devin (the kid that pushed me off the hammock) is… that’s how he tries to make friends”. First of all, you said I was screwed up for being me, and now you say everything’s fine when he’s being himself? Oh and seriously, if that’s how the little twerp makes friends, I feel bad for him, because he won’t have many at the rate he’s going.

7. When Anna and I went to the pool and I tried diving off the springboard, I must have twisted wrong or something. When I came up to the surface, my back hurt so much. I could barely doggy-paddle, it hurt that much. And when I said “Anna, my back really hurts. It hurts to move my arms!” I got a speech about how I need to “suck it up” and how “it’s nothing”… I could have broken my back, and yet she didn’t give a rat’s butt.

Until next time, Em 🙂

Since when did glasses become cool?

For 1/2 of my life I was made fun of in school for wearing glasses… and now all the hipsters are wearing glasses. How does this make sense? How can they think they’re so “original” if everyone else is wearing them?

Wearing glasses when you don’t need them is like using a wheelchair and calling yourself original.

Until next time, Em 🙂

I wouldn’t call it an addiction…

One of my recent… hobbies… is recipe-ing (okay, that’s a totally lame verb, just ignore me). It all started one day at school when we had a free period and I thought “hey, I should do some ‘research’ for when I have my own bakery” (aka find delicious recipes of cupcakes and bookmark them)… now this may have gotten out of hand when I had… oh 80 or so recipes. I then decided to go over to ZipList and make a recipe box for holding all of my delicious recipes. Well, I sort of got… carried away. I now have 138 recipes. I mean, who knows when I’ll get a craving for Microwave Potato Chips or Homemade Croissants or Hot Fudge Sauce? It pays to be prepared, as the Boy Scouts say.


Right now the song Stacy’s Mom is stuck in my head. Why is it so catchy and wonderful while at the same time oh so terrible?! I may or may not have put it as my ringtone in true Elodie fasion. I’m sure it will be funny when it rings, as long as it’s not in any of those aforementioned situations. I should probably go turn my ringer off right now, but my phone is off and I never get calls (I’m not a loser, I swear. I just text people) (read: I’m too lazy). I feel like it’s gonna ring some day after school and everyone will be like “what the haystacks is your ringtone? that is so weird” and I’m gonna be secretly rocking out to it.


I have a very serious problem that needs to be touched upon. I HATE MY HAIR. It’s now long enough to curl up in the back, which 1) looks terrible and 2) looks like a mullet in training, which brings us back to #1. I’m too lazy to get it cut, so I’m hoping it will grow out by the time school comes around. Wait, I have orchestra camp next week. Let’s bring out the hairbands and look like weirdos with super short ponytails yes yes yes. I’m getting off topic here. The very serious problem that needs to be touched upon is that I am mistaken for a guy because of my aforementioned (such a fun word) short hair. I volunteer at the library, and anybody who is anybody, aka anybody who has been there for as long as I have knows that I recently got my hair cut. Now, people who don’t know that, aka patrons, are the meanest people alive (or just stupid). I was helping out a patron, when one of the workers who for some reason was in a snit (all the other workers said this too, so it wasn’t just me) came up to us and asked “are you okay?” and I said “yes” and the patron said “yes he’s got it”… WAIT HOLD UP A MINUTE I AM NOT A GUY. I don’t even look like a guy. You have to live under a rock to not know that some girls have short hair. Maybe it was just this guy, because he didn’t know how the books were shelved (by author)… he didn’t even know what the 3 letters were on the side of the book (THE FIRST THREE LETTERS OF THE AUTHOR’S NAME, HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!)…. ugh this is what is wrong with this world.

Until next time, Em 🙂