Yesterday I applied for my own health insurance.
Today I paid rent. I also got the electricity put in my name, and had to put down a deposit.
I also applied for a job and realized that my senior year of high school started two years ago...not just one anymore.
I know I'm not old....but I am beginning to feel older...and it's creepy.
My 'freshman' (the one I adopted as a senior in HS) is a junior, has her license, a job and is starting to think about college.
People I went to high school with are engaged or already married (keeping in mind that most of them are Mormons....).
This is surreal. And this is what I will be blogging about mostly today.
I just spent the past half hour going through some old pictures with my roommate. She loved looking at pictures of me and my brother when we were little (like 5 and 2). I can't believe how long ago that was. And how so many things have changed. My brother is no longer the cute little shadow I once had. Now he is a hormonal teenager with an attitude.
I promised to bring her more pictures next time I make a trip home.
Even though this 'growing up' thing is happening before my very eyes, I still sleep with a blankie and a stuffed animal. I still watch cartoons and know all the songs to all the Disney movies. I still have my t-shirt from my 4th grad field day...and in high school I still wore it.
It just amazes me at how much I've changed/matured/grown but, at the same time, have stayed the same. And I guess that's just it. No matter how much we change/mature/grow, it's just added to our character/personality. We add layer upon layer of age but underneath is still the little girl who played barbies with her little brother (and up until a few years ago still played with barbies...just not with her brother).
It really fascinates me just as much as it frightens me. Listen to me, I sound like I'm a psychology major after all....but I'm not. I'm a theatre major...and again, there's the kid inside of me. ;)
Speaking of theatre. I played the pony game for the first time today. I vowed to never ever play it. I worked so hard to avoid it. But, alas, it has finally found me. And we will be stuck together for the next seven weeks. Basically each person in the cast of the show I'm in picked a warm-up. Every day we are going to do this massive 9-part warm-up comprised of every one's picks. Someone picked the pony game. And being the good actor that I am, I didn't argue with my director. She said ride the pony and I said how far.
I did learn something that I will implement the next time I direct a show (if that ever happens, which I'm sure it will at some point in life.)
Today in rehearsal, we were told to have a meeting.
*side note* the show I am in is about a news team who thinks it is the end of the world, and by the end of the play falls apart. I play an intern at the station (my only role for the actual show is to come on stage and bring the anchor his coffee and etc.)
So, we had this pitch meeting, basically. All improved in character. It lasted 40 minutes. It was the best thing I have ever taken part in in my entire life. It helped so much for my character work. It gave me so many ideas as to how my character really would act in such an environment and it gave the director more ideas on what my role will be in the show.
I decided there on the spot, next time I direct, I will make my cast do improvs in character in a setting that has something to do with the show in production. There is talk of filming one of these improvs and putting it on the website ****, that wold rock.
*** side note*** my director is putting up a website promoting the show. It will basically be a news site where there will be info on the show, the crew, the news team etc. We plan to make it look as legit as possible. As interns, my fellow interns and I are creating vlogs (video blogs) to put up on the site. So, I hope we film a 'meeting' and post it.
I will let you all know when that site is up so you can check it out.
Speaking of checking it out, I am putting together a photography portfolio. Not for any particular reason, just because I have been meaning to and just haven't.
I have a bunch of pictures that I have taken that have been solely as artistic photos that I am going to put in a professional-esque portfolio. I will let you know how that goes. So far I have about 60 photos, I have matched them with different neutral colored backgrounds that emphasize the distinct features that I want to stand out in each, and I will now (over the next week or whenever) being to cut those neutral borders and piece it all together. I think the toughest part will be the order in which I present them.
I am also debating whether or not I should pull a double major with my minor or not. The only thing I will be able to do if I keep this as a minor (architectural design) is museum work, secretarial positions etc. I won't be able to get certified and work on actual buildings. So, that is what is pushing me to take it on as a major. The thing holding me back: Since I just started it as I minor, I have a lot of catching up to do and that could mean having a 5-year college plan rather than a 4-year one. I guess all I an really do is make an appointment with each of my advisors and see what they think/say and then take it from there.
What are your opinions?
Well, I feel the need...the need for sleep.
So, I will let you go. I've kept you long enough. Thanks for stopping by. We should do this again sometime.
I look forward to our next adventure. You bring the equipment and I'll bring the treasure map. Am I making any sense? It's late....sleepy time, she comes.
Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top.
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bow breaks the cradle will fall.
And down will come baby, cradle and all....and what does baby say?
Bon Appetit!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Brevity is not always the soul of wit....
I am having such a hard time writing this entry.
I have written and erased about four entries.
It is 1:45 a.m. I have to wake up at 7:30 so I can go get my car.
I saw Julie and Julia for the second time. And, just as it did the first time, it sparked me creatively. However, this time I go to write and nothing is coming out right. When I left the theatre, I had so much running through my head, and I still do. But, for some reason I can't make it make sense.
So, this will most likely be a short post and I will write a longer one next.
I think it is safe to assume that you won't mind a shorter post.
If you do, I will present you an epic soon, I promise.
I cannot believe that I am truly at a loss for words.
I apologize. Feel free to never read me again. (I'm just kidding, I need my regular readers...because there are only like 5 of you.... :] )
Quote of the day:
"My own theory about Van Gogh is that he cut off his ear because he'd make the mistake of taking up swimming" -Nora Ephron on getting swimmers ear.
[Women: read her book 'I Feel Bad About My Neck'...trust me]
Pleasant Dreams
And, as always-
Bon Appetit
I have written and erased about four entries.
It is 1:45 a.m. I have to wake up at 7:30 so I can go get my car.
I saw Julie and Julia for the second time. And, just as it did the first time, it sparked me creatively. However, this time I go to write and nothing is coming out right. When I left the theatre, I had so much running through my head, and I still do. But, for some reason I can't make it make sense.
So, this will most likely be a short post and I will write a longer one next.
I think it is safe to assume that you won't mind a shorter post.
If you do, I will present you an epic soon, I promise.
I cannot believe that I am truly at a loss for words.
I apologize. Feel free to never read me again. (I'm just kidding, I need my regular readers...because there are only like 5 of you.... :] )
Quote of the day:
"My own theory about Van Gogh is that he cut off his ear because he'd make the mistake of taking up swimming" -Nora Ephron on getting swimmers ear.
[Women: read her book 'I Feel Bad About My Neck'...trust me]
Pleasant Dreams
And, as always-
Bon Appetit
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Day(s) 2 and 3: Monkeying Around
So, I am already falling behind. I missed last night. I apologize.
Moving on.
When asked, "What is the most favorite role you have played?"
I always tend to respond, "Kafka, from the one-act 'Words, words, words'...."
The reason that answer always is the first is most likely because the hard work that was put into it. My director, Tandace, was very specific on what she wanted me to do. It was my job to learn it and do it well. Kafka, as well as the other two characters in the one-act, are monkeys. the main plot, if monkeys are locked up with typewriters long enough, they will write Shakespeare.
So, I had to master typing on an old typewriter with my feet, while eating bananas. I take pride in saying that I not only mastered that task, but I could actually type whole words with my feet. And, I now have what are called, "Monkey Feet" I use my feet to whatever I can. (I once was so comfortable laying on the couch that I used my foot to grab a tissue from the table...I used the other end of the tissue to blow my nose, mind you.)
The other task I had to master was the actual physicality of a monkey. The walking/running on the fists, the way monkeys sit, etc. Not that I was the best human monkey ever, but of our small group I master this well enough to be the one to run around the stage in complete monkey form. It was also a reflection of my character....the stupid/blond monkey.
Rehearsals were loads of fun and we got pretty good by the time of the show. I, unfortunately, had to wrap my hands by showtime because my knuckles were raw...but it was worth it. The show was a complete success.
So, there you go. The reason that role always pops into my head. Don't get me wrong, I loved the role and the one-act (it is really great you should find it and read it). But the effort I gave to play this freaking monkey paid off and is what I can truly remember most.
I am now drawing to a real point: Actors do very obscure things. they work really hard and sometimes do not get the credit they deserve. However, it feels good as an artist to do it for the fun of it rather than the recognition. That is what separates the strong artists from the weak ones. There are actors who do it for the fame and there are actors who do it for the work. I plan on doing for the work.
My train of thought for this conversation:
I have no idea...the only correlation: I was asked that question in my Voice class today.
I was fitted (measured) today in the costume shop for the show I am in... Most of the questions I was familiar with (height, weight, shoe size...etc).... however bra size caught me off guard, "Welcome to the real world of theatre Emily, where everyone will soon know more about you than you know of yourself"
On that same note, if you ever want to buy me a leotard I can give you my measurements specifically for that article of clothing.
Other than that, not too much to report. Oh, Yay religion and education, the only two things I cannot be penalized for for missing rehearsal! Yay! lol. I was worried for a second because I get a credit for being in a show, and she was saying that so many tardies and absences will mark down my grade...I gave her my conflicts (a class on thurs that goes until 7:15...and church on sundays that goes until 2 ish)....I'm as safe as a Nunnery in the Swiss Alps. I don't know why I used that simile but it's all I got.
Bon Appetit
Moving on.
When asked, "What is the most favorite role you have played?"
I always tend to respond, "Kafka, from the one-act 'Words, words, words'...."
The reason that answer always is the first is most likely because the hard work that was put into it. My director, Tandace, was very specific on what she wanted me to do. It was my job to learn it and do it well. Kafka, as well as the other two characters in the one-act, are monkeys. the main plot, if monkeys are locked up with typewriters long enough, they will write Shakespeare.
So, I had to master typing on an old typewriter with my feet, while eating bananas. I take pride in saying that I not only mastered that task, but I could actually type whole words with my feet. And, I now have what are called, "Monkey Feet" I use my feet to whatever I can. (I once was so comfortable laying on the couch that I used my foot to grab a tissue from the table...I used the other end of the tissue to blow my nose, mind you.)
The other task I had to master was the actual physicality of a monkey. The walking/running on the fists, the way monkeys sit, etc. Not that I was the best human monkey ever, but of our small group I master this well enough to be the one to run around the stage in complete monkey form. It was also a reflection of my character....the stupid/blond monkey.
Rehearsals were loads of fun and we got pretty good by the time of the show. I, unfortunately, had to wrap my hands by showtime because my knuckles were raw...but it was worth it. The show was a complete success.
So, there you go. The reason that role always pops into my head. Don't get me wrong, I loved the role and the one-act (it is really great you should find it and read it). But the effort I gave to play this freaking monkey paid off and is what I can truly remember most.
I am now drawing to a real point: Actors do very obscure things. they work really hard and sometimes do not get the credit they deserve. However, it feels good as an artist to do it for the fun of it rather than the recognition. That is what separates the strong artists from the weak ones. There are actors who do it for the fame and there are actors who do it for the work. I plan on doing for the work.
My train of thought for this conversation:
I have no idea...the only correlation: I was asked that question in my Voice class today.
I was fitted (measured) today in the costume shop for the show I am in... Most of the questions I was familiar with (height, weight, shoe size...etc).... however bra size caught me off guard, "Welcome to the real world of theatre Emily, where everyone will soon know more about you than you know of yourself"
On that same note, if you ever want to buy me a leotard I can give you my measurements specifically for that article of clothing.
Other than that, not too much to report. Oh, Yay religion and education, the only two things I cannot be penalized for for missing rehearsal! Yay! lol. I was worried for a second because I get a credit for being in a show, and she was saying that so many tardies and absences will mark down my grade...I gave her my conflicts (a class on thurs that goes until 7:15...and church on sundays that goes until 2 ish)....I'm as safe as a Nunnery in the Swiss Alps. I don't know why I used that simile but it's all I got.
Bon Appetit
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Day 1: I've got the Grease 2 song, "Back to School" stuck in my head...great
Ok, so I figure in order to keep myself updating I will mark each day so I know if I am really falling behind like I have been. Every night before bed I plan to hop on the comp. and write a little something about the day.
So, here we go.
Day One.
I moved into my apartment Saturday and spent all of Sunday partying by the pool.
Is it Monday already? Not just any Monday, mind you, it is the first day of classes Monday.
So, I hop on my bike (after first filling the tires and buying new lock and lights) and ride to class. No big deal, right? Wrong. It is like a thousand degrees out. So, I get to my class all sweaty and nasty. It is a huge lecture and most of the seats are filled. Luckily there is an open aisle seat near where I entered. I sit down. That was when I first realized how nasty and sweaty I was. Then I realized I was sitting next to a very decent looking young man. Oh well.......
The Professor goes over the syllabus (in the most boring way possible). Then lets us out. I know have an hour and a half to my next class so I ride all the way back to my apartment.
I almost get hit by a car (the guy didn't' look: jackas*), I almost have a head-on-bike-to-bike collision with my playwriting teacher from last semester, and I almost biffed it right on the open sidewalk. So, transportaionally speaking, it was a rough morning.
Now to my next class, and another trek out in the deathly heat. The teacher, a cute older woman, with a lot of spunk (yay theatre classes). This class should be a lot of fun, I can already tell! :) Today we were talking about the class and who does the teacher bring up? Meryl Streep of course! That is definitely a good omen! ;)
Go back home. (It is still strange to call this place home...but, alas, it is).
Anti-social me, has to get things done before rehearsal. (Amanda's mom and Lexi's family were over and I was locked up in my room working on stuff).
I scoff down a quick bite to eat (Mac and Cheese) and am off to my first mainstage rehearsal.
That was fun. At first I was a little skeptical about working with MFA students (because they tend to seem like they act like they are all that and a bag of chips...old school saying, wow), but turns out they were really cool and I am very excited to work with them.
Now I am falling asleep at the computer. However, I managed to stay awake long enough to find a monkey shower curtain that I want to order (and will probably do tomorrow).
Pop Quiz:
I need a small excerpt from either a poem or a song to use for my voice class. Here's the catch...it has to be heavy in imagery. GO. oh and I think I might need it by Wed. or the end of the week. GO.
I'll be waiting for your suggestions patiently.
Ok, this was a pretty straight forward, boring entry. The complete opposite of my new-years-blogging-revolution.... I promise to not follow this path of blah-ness.
Word of the day: Wrath
Used in a sentence: The wrath of the summer heat is upon us.
(Emily's vocab homework: 11th grade, High School, Stafford's class)
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won't you be mine. Won't you be my neighbor.- Mr. Rogers theme song... I need sleep.
Until we meet again... Hasta la vista, baby....and
Bon Appetit
So, here we go.
Day One.
I moved into my apartment Saturday and spent all of Sunday partying by the pool.
Is it Monday already? Not just any Monday, mind you, it is the first day of classes Monday.
So, I hop on my bike (after first filling the tires and buying new lock and lights) and ride to class. No big deal, right? Wrong. It is like a thousand degrees out. So, I get to my class all sweaty and nasty. It is a huge lecture and most of the seats are filled. Luckily there is an open aisle seat near where I entered. I sit down. That was when I first realized how nasty and sweaty I was. Then I realized I was sitting next to a very decent looking young man. Oh well.......
The Professor goes over the syllabus (in the most boring way possible). Then lets us out. I know have an hour and a half to my next class so I ride all the way back to my apartment.
I almost get hit by a car (the guy didn't' look: jackas*), I almost have a head-on-bike-to-bike collision with my playwriting teacher from last semester, and I almost biffed it right on the open sidewalk. So, transportaionally speaking, it was a rough morning.
Now to my next class, and another trek out in the deathly heat. The teacher, a cute older woman, with a lot of spunk (yay theatre classes). This class should be a lot of fun, I can already tell! :) Today we were talking about the class and who does the teacher bring up? Meryl Streep of course! That is definitely a good omen! ;)
Go back home. (It is still strange to call this place home...but, alas, it is).
Anti-social me, has to get things done before rehearsal. (Amanda's mom and Lexi's family were over and I was locked up in my room working on stuff).
I scoff down a quick bite to eat (Mac and Cheese) and am off to my first mainstage rehearsal.
That was fun. At first I was a little skeptical about working with MFA students (because they tend to seem like they act like they are all that and a bag of chips...old school saying, wow), but turns out they were really cool and I am very excited to work with them.
Now I am falling asleep at the computer. However, I managed to stay awake long enough to find a monkey shower curtain that I want to order (and will probably do tomorrow).
Pop Quiz:
I need a small excerpt from either a poem or a song to use for my voice class. Here's the catch...it has to be heavy in imagery. GO. oh and I think I might need it by Wed. or the end of the week. GO.
I'll be waiting for your suggestions patiently.
Ok, this was a pretty straight forward, boring entry. The complete opposite of my new-years-blogging-revolution.... I promise to not follow this path of blah-ness.
Word of the day: Wrath
Used in a sentence: The wrath of the summer heat is upon us.
(Emily's vocab homework: 11th grade, High School, Stafford's class)
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won't you be mine. Won't you be my neighbor.- Mr. Rogers theme song... I need sleep.
Until we meet again... Hasta la vista, baby....and
Bon Appetit
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Confessions of a Shopaholic's daughter
Ok, if my mother saw this she would kill me. I want to start by saying she is not a shopaholic. However, today one might think she was.
7:56 a.m.- "Where the heck is my phone"- my first thought this morning
My second thought- "Why the hell am I up so early?!?!?"
But it's too late now, I'm up. So I read a little 'Julie and Julia' and waited for my mom to wake up. I knew she wanted to go to the store, but had I known it would be nearly 10 hours before I ate my first meal- I would have at least pretended to fall back asleep.
I can't lie, I did have some fun.
We are re-decorating the spare room, which happens to be the room I "stay in" while home.
I must confess- I love to shop as well. Money doesn't grow on trees though (wow I am already turning into my mother). when I do have money, watch out, I can get pretty scary.
Target was stop one. Got a Futon, a table thing, a chair, floor pillows, a side table among other random things for the upcoming school year.
Stop off home, put it all together.
Back on out.
Mind you my mother just bought a 2001 Sebring Convertible and it was well over 100 degrees today...and yes, we had the top down.
Big Lots next- didn't buy too much there. Mostly stuff for my sister.
Then back to target for a rug and a fan.
The room looks nice though. I will get to enjoy it three out of the next four weeks.
The one annoying thing I will now rant about- a remote-less television.
It is in my room too. I am lazy, plain and simple. I do not want to get up from the comfy futon every half hour to find something to watch. Or God forbid I want to skim the channels during a commercial to see what else is on. It is a huge pain the butt. Sure I could just go buy a universal remote and then vuala....but nooooooo, I don't have the brains to remember it when I was at target twice today. Yes, I guess that is my fault, so I shouldn't be complaining...but guess what, I don't care. I will complain.
Ok, I'm done.
Complaining that is.
I still have more to talk about. Like the fact that I had Baja Fresh for dinner.
when I lived in Gilbert I discovered this wonderful restaurant, thanks to Lindsey. I enjoyed it for a while, then it closed down. I didn't bother check where there were anymore...but I happened to come across one today (go figure) by Target. It was amazing.
I guess other than that there's not much more to discuss.
One last confession- I got mad at myself this morning for not having a recurring dream with George Clooney in it...isn't that pathetic? what is wrong with me? feel free to share any comments or concerns on that front.
Goodnight and Goodluck (pun included- George Clooney movie)
and...
Bon Appetit!
7:56 a.m.- "Where the heck is my phone"- my first thought this morning
My second thought- "Why the hell am I up so early?!?!?"
But it's too late now, I'm up. So I read a little 'Julie and Julia' and waited for my mom to wake up. I knew she wanted to go to the store, but had I known it would be nearly 10 hours before I ate my first meal- I would have at least pretended to fall back asleep.
I can't lie, I did have some fun.
We are re-decorating the spare room, which happens to be the room I "stay in" while home.
I must confess- I love to shop as well. Money doesn't grow on trees though (wow I am already turning into my mother). when I do have money, watch out, I can get pretty scary.
Target was stop one. Got a Futon, a table thing, a chair, floor pillows, a side table among other random things for the upcoming school year.
Stop off home, put it all together.
Back on out.
Mind you my mother just bought a 2001 Sebring Convertible and it was well over 100 degrees today...and yes, we had the top down.
Big Lots next- didn't buy too much there. Mostly stuff for my sister.
Then back to target for a rug and a fan.
The room looks nice though. I will get to enjoy it three out of the next four weeks.
The one annoying thing I will now rant about- a remote-less television.
It is in my room too. I am lazy, plain and simple. I do not want to get up from the comfy futon every half hour to find something to watch. Or God forbid I want to skim the channels during a commercial to see what else is on. It is a huge pain the butt. Sure I could just go buy a universal remote and then vuala....but nooooooo, I don't have the brains to remember it when I was at target twice today. Yes, I guess that is my fault, so I shouldn't be complaining...but guess what, I don't care. I will complain.
Ok, I'm done.
Complaining that is.
I still have more to talk about. Like the fact that I had Baja Fresh for dinner.
when I lived in Gilbert I discovered this wonderful restaurant, thanks to Lindsey. I enjoyed it for a while, then it closed down. I didn't bother check where there were anymore...but I happened to come across one today (go figure) by Target. It was amazing.
I guess other than that there's not much more to discuss.
One last confession- I got mad at myself this morning for not having a recurring dream with George Clooney in it...isn't that pathetic? what is wrong with me? feel free to share any comments or concerns on that front.
Goodnight and Goodluck (pun included- George Clooney movie)
and...
Bon Appetit!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Planes, Bras, and Automobiles
-Day One-
The clock read 4 a.m, my alarm was set to go off in exactly 15 minutes. I rolled over, expecting to lie there motionless until my alarm jolted me awake (since that was how most of the night had went so far). However, in those few brief minutes I fell into a deep trance. Dreamland as I like to call it. At 4:14, one minute before my set alarm, I was awoken by my brother- much to my chagrin. Well you would be upset too if you were about to make out with George Clooney just seconds before. Now I lay there more in a state of shock than anything. It all had happened so quickly. One moment I was staring into the gorgeous face of George, the next I was staring into the dark bedroom with the realization that I was about to get on a plane and head home from my week long trip in Plano, Texas.
I love visiting Plano. There is really no other way to put it. So, needless to say, I was a bit miffed to have to pack up and leave. Especially at such a time. I had no choice though. I threw on my clothes and headed downstairs. Next thing I remember, is being in the car. Before I knew what had hit me I was there. Had it really been a week since I had last been at the airport? Really?
The thing with stand-by tickets- if the plane fills up, you lose your seat first. (foreshadow much?)
Our set flight was as follows- Dallas to El Paso (switch planes) to Las Vegas.
The guy who got us the tickets (a wonder, amazing, generous man) informed me it would be best to try and get onto the flight that went first to San Antonio, because we had a better chance. However I overheard the desk clerk say that flight was over booked. Back to the El Paso gate we go. As I approach the desk to turn in our stand-by passes for boarding passes, the first thing the woman shares with me, in the peppiest 6 a.m. voice ever, "Oooo, Hope this flights boards before the big storm rolls in, that doesn't look good. How can I help you?"
I got our boarding passes alright, along with a stomach full of butterflies. (I don't mind flying, I do mind the level of turbulence though. And if it was a storm we'd be flying into, one can only expect heavy turbulence.)
My brother's attempts at trying to keep me calm (if you call, "calm down" a solid attempt) weren't working. The butterflies continued to flap away at my innards.
I was waiting for either the delay notice or the signal to start boarding. Finally we board. Sitting on the plane the sun begins to fully rise, but it still remains dark out. No turning back now. I took a few deep breaths and said to myself, "Emily, this is no big deal, pilots know what they are doing. Think of it as a few little bumps in an old country road (courtesy of a Nanny Episode) or the Michigan roadways (courtesy of a recent visit to the motor city).... that all makes sense, except for this one teeny, tiny, minuscule tid-bit of info- there is no ground, we are going to be in mid-air....how can there be 'bumps in the road' if there is no road?" I wasn't helping myself anymore, and now we were taxi-ing.
the tradition in my family is to cross pinkys with whomever we are traveling with. My brother grew out of that tradition though. The trek to Dallas I was in a pinky lock with myself. As I was, once again, locking my pinkys together, he turns to me and plainly says, "Do you want me to be a good brother or a bad brother?"
"Good"
"Fine," and he held out his pinky. I was shocked but found comfort in this. Everything was going to be fine.
About two minutes after leaving the ground he shakes his pinky loose complaining of a loss of circulation (I just draped my pinky over his, how that caused his entire side of his hand to seize up, I do not know). I immediately crossed my pinkys together, we weren't out of the clouds yet.
Most of the hour long flight into El Paso was pretty bumpy, after the first fifteen minutes it became more tolerable and I continued to read my book.
Finally a clear skied El Paso. In exchange for the good weather though, we got to sit in the airport for an extra two hours to wait for a flight that could fit us in.
Finally we board. One more stop in Phoenix (we don't even need to get off the plane) and then Vegas- Home sweet Home, right?
More like, "Whose-bright-idea-was-it-to-get-a-convertible-in-the-bloody-desert"
that's right, mom bought the 2001 Sebring she's had her eye on. (She's been looking for one ever since the one she had years ago was totaled). When we had the old Sebring, my siblings and I were much smaller and could fit in the back seat of the two door sardine can just fine. Nowadays, it isn't quite as luxurious. It was hot, cramped and it doesn't help that I am a tad more claustrophobic now than when I was younger. the thirty minute drive home was just lovely.
The only good thing about mom getting a new car, it re-opened the discussion of getting Emily a car for school. Well, it cracked the window open. I'm still trying to find the door. Basically, I am getting one. Whether it is by the time I go to school or more closer to Thanksgiving is the debate. That and what kind of car to get. It will be used of course (I have no problem as long as it works)...and I get a budget of 3000. (I spent most of the afternoon on craigslist)
Being home is nice though. There's no other place like it on Earth...or beyond. There are times when I am convinced we are from some far-off planet somewhere.
Then I realized it. I have a bra fetish.
Now before your mind gets to wandering.... No one sees them except me, but still I don't like boring plain old bras. My bras need to be more than support, I need personality too. Kind of like a good man- Good looking, supportive and with a distinctive personality. If only I had as many choices in guys as I do bras.
Tomorrow's Forecast:
Shopping with mom and sister. Redecorating the guest room (my room?). Oh and the DMV. Fun. Fun. Fun.
I love Target though. They have really great bras!
Bon Appetit.
Emily
The clock read 4 a.m, my alarm was set to go off in exactly 15 minutes. I rolled over, expecting to lie there motionless until my alarm jolted me awake (since that was how most of the night had went so far). However, in those few brief minutes I fell into a deep trance. Dreamland as I like to call it. At 4:14, one minute before my set alarm, I was awoken by my brother- much to my chagrin. Well you would be upset too if you were about to make out with George Clooney just seconds before. Now I lay there more in a state of shock than anything. It all had happened so quickly. One moment I was staring into the gorgeous face of George, the next I was staring into the dark bedroom with the realization that I was about to get on a plane and head home from my week long trip in Plano, Texas.
I love visiting Plano. There is really no other way to put it. So, needless to say, I was a bit miffed to have to pack up and leave. Especially at such a time. I had no choice though. I threw on my clothes and headed downstairs. Next thing I remember, is being in the car. Before I knew what had hit me I was there. Had it really been a week since I had last been at the airport? Really?
The thing with stand-by tickets- if the plane fills up, you lose your seat first. (foreshadow much?)
Our set flight was as follows- Dallas to El Paso (switch planes) to Las Vegas.
The guy who got us the tickets (a wonder, amazing, generous man) informed me it would be best to try and get onto the flight that went first to San Antonio, because we had a better chance. However I overheard the desk clerk say that flight was over booked. Back to the El Paso gate we go. As I approach the desk to turn in our stand-by passes for boarding passes, the first thing the woman shares with me, in the peppiest 6 a.m. voice ever, "Oooo, Hope this flights boards before the big storm rolls in, that doesn't look good. How can I help you?"
I got our boarding passes alright, along with a stomach full of butterflies. (I don't mind flying, I do mind the level of turbulence though. And if it was a storm we'd be flying into, one can only expect heavy turbulence.)
My brother's attempts at trying to keep me calm (if you call, "calm down" a solid attempt) weren't working. The butterflies continued to flap away at my innards.
I was waiting for either the delay notice or the signal to start boarding. Finally we board. Sitting on the plane the sun begins to fully rise, but it still remains dark out. No turning back now. I took a few deep breaths and said to myself, "Emily, this is no big deal, pilots know what they are doing. Think of it as a few little bumps in an old country road (courtesy of a Nanny Episode) or the Michigan roadways (courtesy of a recent visit to the motor city).... that all makes sense, except for this one teeny, tiny, minuscule tid-bit of info- there is no ground, we are going to be in mid-air....how can there be 'bumps in the road' if there is no road?" I wasn't helping myself anymore, and now we were taxi-ing.
the tradition in my family is to cross pinkys with whomever we are traveling with. My brother grew out of that tradition though. The trek to Dallas I was in a pinky lock with myself. As I was, once again, locking my pinkys together, he turns to me and plainly says, "Do you want me to be a good brother or a bad brother?"
"Good"
"Fine," and he held out his pinky. I was shocked but found comfort in this. Everything was going to be fine.
About two minutes after leaving the ground he shakes his pinky loose complaining of a loss of circulation (I just draped my pinky over his, how that caused his entire side of his hand to seize up, I do not know). I immediately crossed my pinkys together, we weren't out of the clouds yet.
Most of the hour long flight into El Paso was pretty bumpy, after the first fifteen minutes it became more tolerable and I continued to read my book.
Finally a clear skied El Paso. In exchange for the good weather though, we got to sit in the airport for an extra two hours to wait for a flight that could fit us in.
Finally we board. One more stop in Phoenix (we don't even need to get off the plane) and then Vegas- Home sweet Home, right?
More like, "Whose-bright-idea-was-it-to-get-a-convertible-in-the-bloody-desert"
that's right, mom bought the 2001 Sebring she's had her eye on. (She's been looking for one ever since the one she had years ago was totaled). When we had the old Sebring, my siblings and I were much smaller and could fit in the back seat of the two door sardine can just fine. Nowadays, it isn't quite as luxurious. It was hot, cramped and it doesn't help that I am a tad more claustrophobic now than when I was younger. the thirty minute drive home was just lovely.
The only good thing about mom getting a new car, it re-opened the discussion of getting Emily a car for school. Well, it cracked the window open. I'm still trying to find the door. Basically, I am getting one. Whether it is by the time I go to school or more closer to Thanksgiving is the debate. That and what kind of car to get. It will be used of course (I have no problem as long as it works)...and I get a budget of 3000. (I spent most of the afternoon on craigslist)
Being home is nice though. There's no other place like it on Earth...or beyond. There are times when I am convinced we are from some far-off planet somewhere.
Then I realized it. I have a bra fetish.
Now before your mind gets to wandering.... No one sees them except me, but still I don't like boring plain old bras. My bras need to be more than support, I need personality too. Kind of like a good man- Good looking, supportive and with a distinctive personality. If only I had as many choices in guys as I do bras.
Tomorrow's Forecast:
Shopping with mom and sister. Redecorating the guest room (my room?). Oh and the DMV. Fun. Fun. Fun.
I love Target though. They have really great bras!
Bon Appetit.
Emily
Extreme Blog Makeover
I had told myself I was not going to blog until school picked up again (which is in a few weeks); however I was hit with two realizations while in the shower just a few moments ago.
ONE- I never formally said my blog was taking a hiatus.
TWO- My blogs are somewhat (if not entirely) boring. All I do is talk about classes and family problems and it is as if you are reading the instructions on how to make macaroni and cheese: The overall result is interesting, but the process is ordinarily time consuming.
So, I have decided to re-format and begin anew.
I want to thank all those who stuck with it through the trial and error session.
Now some of you may be saying you enjoyed my previous posts. You are too kind, honestly.
I tried my best to spice things up a bit in the past, but it came and went. Also, I know how much you do care about my life and want to remain informed (hence why you came and put up with me in the first place), but I can make it more entertaining for you.
Now the sudden urge to re-model my entire blog did not come from thin air.
As you should already know, I am a huge fan of Meryl Streep. She has her new movie 'Julie and Julia' coming out on August 7th. So I picked up a copy of the book that the movie is based off of. It is quite the entertaining book. It is based around a blog that a woman decides to make -500+ of Julia Child's recipes in a year-
Her memoir could have been as boring as my macaroni blogs- she was cooking after all- however, they were quite the opposite. They are hysterical. So, I was inspired to try harder in my efforts to express myself.
Now I do not expect that my blogs will be turned into a novel and someday a movie (honestly I don't, this is just a for-fun thing). More sole intention is to keep my close friends and family (and the occasional wanderer) updated on what is going on in my life.
So, without further ado, welcome to the new and improved Breakfast at Emily's
And in the spirit of the Great Julia Child,
Bon Appetit!
ONE- I never formally said my blog was taking a hiatus.
TWO- My blogs are somewhat (if not entirely) boring. All I do is talk about classes and family problems and it is as if you are reading the instructions on how to make macaroni and cheese: The overall result is interesting, but the process is ordinarily time consuming.
So, I have decided to re-format and begin anew.
I want to thank all those who stuck with it through the trial and error session.
Now some of you may be saying you enjoyed my previous posts. You are too kind, honestly.
I tried my best to spice things up a bit in the past, but it came and went. Also, I know how much you do care about my life and want to remain informed (hence why you came and put up with me in the first place), but I can make it more entertaining for you.
Now the sudden urge to re-model my entire blog did not come from thin air.
As you should already know, I am a huge fan of Meryl Streep. She has her new movie 'Julie and Julia' coming out on August 7th. So I picked up a copy of the book that the movie is based off of. It is quite the entertaining book. It is based around a blog that a woman decides to make -500+ of Julia Child's recipes in a year-
Her memoir could have been as boring as my macaroni blogs- she was cooking after all- however, they were quite the opposite. They are hysterical. So, I was inspired to try harder in my efforts to express myself.
Now I do not expect that my blogs will be turned into a novel and someday a movie (honestly I don't, this is just a for-fun thing). More sole intention is to keep my close friends and family (and the occasional wanderer) updated on what is going on in my life.
So, without further ado, welcome to the new and improved Breakfast at Emily's
And in the spirit of the Great Julia Child,
Bon Appetit!
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