Wake up call...

A lot has happened to me in just one day. Both good and bad things.
Family is still having troubles, but I keep phone conversations short so I do not have to worry about what isn't directly involving me.
I got an A on my bio test...a 90%, but it is still an A!
On my calculus test I got a 99! That made me happy...I needed it after the rest of this crappy day.
I got an email informing me to re-apply next semester for the Theatre program. So, the interview and audition I went through last weekend proved not worthy...I don't exactly know what went wrong...the whole process involved a couple of essays and I cannot write to save my life, so that could be what screwed me over...or my monologues didn't sit well with them....I honestly thought I did really well. It isn't the end of the world but it came a complete shock to me. I will get over it and re-apply next semester. If they decide to reject me again...I will really consider transferring....
That is another dilemma... I want to, but it would be like starting all over again. By sophomore year you have gotten used to things and if I transfer I will have to start anew (but if things keep sucking here that won't be so bad...)....another thing is the economy....If I go out of state the cost goes up for school and my family cannot afford this now....If a school wants to basically pay for me to go their or offer me a nice financial package I will really consider leaving ASU. I do have the option of going down to Tucson to UA but (and don't hate me for saying this) I wasn't moved my UA when I was down there....I like ASU better....We shall see though....
I did my duo scene in my acting class today....my partner totally screwed up (that's what happens when you don't memorize until the day before and refuse to rehearse with your partner)....I was told by the class that they didn't know she screwed up...I waited to get notes from the teacher but she never came out of the classroom (I think she went out the back door to the parking lot...) so I have to wait until Monday...I might email her in a bit.
My plans for this weekend are no more....I will be staying on campus...My friend Amanda's best friend from Detroit is flying in tomorrow so I can hang with them but they will want some I-haven't-seen-you-in-four-months alone time...I would want the same...or I would just feel really awkward around them...
I have to have my script postmarked by Saturday for the ten-minute play contest.
The cast list should go up any day for the play I auditioned for...but I don't know....
We are running out of rehearsals for the show I am in...

Ok, there you go. My crazy day of roller coaster emotions.....
And now for a weekend of thinking, writing, watching movies, eating, etc...

In a few weeks I can take a short sigh of relief when the show is over, then Thanksgiving (which might be spent home briefly and then with friends because whenever I go home I freak out with stress), then enduring finals, then a nice month long break, and then the moments of truth...

Life is so bizarre. But every bad thing that happens to me gets my book one step closer to Oprah's book club....

Sometimes i wish I could just go escape. If I could I would leave my computer, my cell phone, and everyone and go sit on the beach in Greece. maybe find a nice Greek guy, get married, raise little Greek children and never return to my now crazy life....
BUT, never fear... I will not do that...If I ever get to escape I will return...I am just dreaming of the best possible way to escape my hectic troubles right now....
Linds...that backpacking trip cannot come soon enough!!! It will be well deserved and much needed....

Sidenote: My roommate is sitting in her corner singing and it is a tad funny....

Until I return from a mental holiday...
Bon Appetit!

Em

The Bold and the Beautiful

NOTE: This has nothing to do with the soap opera....if that is what you want to read about, look someplace else.

I choose this title for a few reasons...
Mainly actors are bold (read below) and beautiful (because what we do is beautiful....idk)

I, first, want to discuss a topic. Actors. We are very interesting specimens. We prepare monologues, scenes, plays, etc....and we become nervous wrecks to audition for plays that we have a small percentage to make...yet we do it over and over again. What the hell is wrong with us....
I will try and explain my reasoning...
Personally, and I know this goes for more people, acting is my world. And, yes I go through the ridiculous process.....but it all pays off. Being onstage, doing what I love to do has no words to explain it. So, I audition because it is what I do, and the stomach turning process is something you never get used to, but it has a thrill to it that you cannot find anywhere else. I am going to stop, most of you who read this are actors and should get what I am saying...for those of you who aren't, words cannot justly describe what I attempted to bring up....

So on with my recent life....
I had my interview/audition yesterday for the school major program. I think it went well. They will mail me a letter in a few weeks informing me if I am a theatre major or if I remain a pre-theatre major. The professors i was doing this for were exactly like the American Idol panel. It was uncanny.
Just about an hour ago, I auditioned for Tennessee William's Camino Real. It was intimidating. I walk into the room, after sitting in the lobby for ten minutes calming myself down, and there are about seven people sitting behind a table. They didn't tell me when to start or if I could. When I was finished I thanked them, no reply, and a girl escorted me out. There was nodding from a couple of them, so hopefully that is a good thing. The girl said they will be contacting people who made callbacks sometime after 7:30....that is in about 8 minutes...but I am not getting my hopes up...nor am I going to sit by my phone. I will surf the web like I usually do, maybe have a snack, and if they call great. If not, so what. There will be more in life for me to take a bite of.

This week I get the results of my biology test, I have a calculus test, and I get to perform my duo scene in acting class (mind you, my partner and I have yet to really rehearse...on her will...I have wanted to...).

I hung out with Lindsey this weekend. We watch a couple Meryl movies (what else is new), had a laundry party, did some grocery shopping, and talked to Kristen for about 3 hours on the phone.
OK...about that. I was yelled at by Kristen because I was falling asleep on the phone. It was not my fault my body was telling me it needed sleep....also she brought up some interesting topics to try and keep me awake...wow...and Lindsey sat in the closet to talk to Tom on the phone....that was weird...I don't remember the end of the conversation but after Lindsey hung up I do remember getting up to talk to her...and then I crashed....

I will now go surf the web. Halloween is this upcoming weekend. I will be at the Sanchez house. I am going to be a pregnant nun and Jessica is going to be the Pope...fun!!!!

Here is a random mad-lib....

Monkeys ______________.
(Please entertain me and be creative)

Bon Appetit!
Em

When did Shakespeare become too old?

I know Uncle Willy has been dead for a very long time, and is literally very old. But, I was criticized twice for deciding to do a Shakespeare monologue. I mean, I love Uncle Willy, and his work is an essential part to any type of theatre work, so why can't I use his material? Now classical monologues include Tennessee Williams and stuff like that, and Shakespeare is too old. I mean, yeah, he is a bit overdone, but it doesn't mean he isn't any good!!

I was very surprised and shocked. But I guess, not because I want to but because I need to in order to further my acting career, I will have to conform to laying of the Bard. I am, however, using him for my interview/audition and my audition for one of the spring main stages (I will go into that in a bit). I am confident in my training in Shakespearean plays, and am going to give it my all. If I do not get cast or called back, I will blame it on this ridiculous new mindset that Shakespeare is dying. I just won't have it. If you disagree with me, please feel free to share your opinions...this is just my blog and my opinions.... so there you go!

Maybe I should open every blog with a debatable topic and do basically what I just did. I, however, will stay away from important debatable crap like politics, religion, and what not...I, instead, will talk about things like Bardy-boy...

Anyway....

Very interesting things are happening.
I will officially have the final script for the play I am in on Monday, and then we open on the 20th of November. So, I have to speed memorize. That should be fun.
I am interviewing/auditioning to be a full theatre major (instead of just pre-theatre) on Saturday.
On Sunday, I will be auditioning for the spring main stage (one of them anyway). Tennessee Williams' Camino Real. There are 39 speaking roles...so we'll see how that goes.
I met with my mentor today about my one act. It was interesting. He told me he has little experience with one-acts to begin with. Then he told me it isn't defined as comedic or dramatic, I should play up one of those elements stronger. Also I shouldn't submit it this time around, especially since they do not give feedback. I was all like (in my head), "Why not just send it for the heck of it anyway...it can't hurt." But then he asked, "How many plays have you written?" I replied, "None, this is my first." "Oh, This is a damn good play to be coming from a first timer." So, I got mixed emotions from him. I will fix a few things, that I have had in mind, and then will close my eyes and ship it out. He basically told me to keep writing, take courses at the school to help expand my knowledge, and I have potential (with different words, this is how I read it).
In acting today we had a guest speaker, he is a director and has a theatre company in Indiana. I have realized (on a sidenote) that Tifany, my director and teacher whom I thought I got along really well with, is kind of inexperienced and thinks her opinions are the shiz. It is kind of bugging me now...but it is a learning experience. This guy was a friend of hers and he said some things that were really helpful, but then said some things that were really bizarre. I am so thankful I had Blair as a teacher early on. She has really been such an impact on my life.
I went to Amanda's dorm again tonight. I was there last night until 1, and until 10 tonight because I had english homework to do. I love hanging out with her. She and I are so alike it's great. It's fun because she plays guitar and so we sit and sing and look up Mamma Mia! songs to play (She is the hard core Meryl fan). She, and this is really exciting, is going to teach me how to play guitar!!!!

I want to go off onto a quick tangent.
She is from Detroit and really has no one here, and honestly neither do I. We started talking about one thing and it led to another, really deep personal conversation. We shared a lot of personal info from our lives, and at one point I turned to her and said, "I'm sorry, I am just throwing all this at you and I really just wanted to change the subject but I went on about this and..." She cut me off and said, "Do you want to know the truth? That's why I'm here." It just made me realize that we are there for each other. And I may not have many other friends. But I now have one true friend here at ASU and it is the beginning of a great friendship. We tell each other everyday how blessed we are that we finally started talking and that we were able to see how great we get along. It is just comforting having someone like that, not to mention the 5 I already have, but to have one right here with me. A true friend. It is really great.

But anyway, I hung out with her this evening.
This is the second night in a row (and the first times ever) that my roommate is not only home while I am still awake, but is also in bed sleeping. She usually is just getting home, is on her computer, or is still out right now. It is strange. I am trying to type quietly but I cannot....

I will write more tomorrow. I am getting sleepy and have an early class tomorrow....

Chao and...
Bon Appetit!
Em

College isn't stressfull... my family, however....

Things aren't too good at the Moriarty household. I just thank God I am at school away from it all. I won't bore you with details, they aren't important. It just aggravates me that I have to hear about it and worry about it but can't do anything about it. I love my family dearly, but I sometimes wish that I was out of state at school just so I wouldn't have to subject myself to it all. I miss being a kid, the age where you didn't understand what grown ups were talking about; when everything seemed so perfect. I know nothing in life is perfect, I just wish things were better. Or, I wish I didn't have to know. Ignorance is bliss in this case. Again, I just hate not knowing what to say to them when they call to complain or fill me in, or worrying about what is going to happen next, or feeling guilty (when I really shouldn't) because I am helpless to them. I thought it was going to be the other way around...I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing....

Ok, sorry I went off on a whiny rampage....

Things are picking up here...
I have a bio test tomorrow...I am going to the study session tonight in about an hour and a half...
After that I will go read in the library until it is time for YoungLife...
Anticipating Thursday...then again I am dreading Thursday....My mentor will either tell me I have writing talent or I don't....SO that should be fun...
Friday I get to talk to my advisor about what classes I will be taking next semester....

I am really excited for the weekend. I get to spend it with Lindsey. I get to forget all my troubles and relax...A visit to Victoria is in high demand....

52 days until Doubt...and possibly me last day of exams! ( I might end a week early!)
Hopefully by then family issues will not be an issue....

I must go now. I have to figure out what my questions are for the test review this evening.
I have words of wisdom...in Latin....for you:

semper ubi sub ubi

translated as: always where under where...but it is used as: always wear underwear.....

Bon Appetit!
Em

Holy Sh**

Ok, let me explain. Actually. I will go chronologically. You will definitely know what I am referring to by the use of this title when I get there....

The weekend was great. I spent the entire weekend with the Snachez's. My family drove to Vegas to visit dad. I would have gone with them, but I cannot sit in dad's little car for 6 hours.
Friday night was pretty chill. We went to party city, and went to Sweet Tomatoes for dinner.
Funny story, Jessica dropped pizza in my lap, I spilled noodles all over myself, and we had a very entertaining time. When we went to leave an older gentleman stopped mom, Jess and I though her was going to yell at us for being obnoxious so we left. Turns out all he said was, "It is so nice to see you all laughing having a good time." And that we did. We talked to Kristen a bit on the phone later that evening. Oh, because lucky (the dog) humped me. That was very awkward and embarrassing.
Saturday we went to Fresh and Easy, Jess and I played football (I am so sore, but it was fun), and I got a tad ill. Lets just say when the doctor tells you not to drink soda and you do (not to mention I was also eating hot cheetos) don't complain later when you have pains that feel like you are going into labor. I took drugs and got over it very very quickly. Sunday we played wii for like 3 hours, went to Party America and Spirit (halloween stores), and...well...let me tell you about the store first. If you want to be an inflatable penis, go to Spirit. They also have many other costumes that needed to be censored and what not....
Jess and I were wearing viking horn hats and the guy told us we couldn't unless we were buying them. We told him we were thinking about it, then realized they were 35 bucks. So we went to put them back but he was standing there. SO, I got mom to tell us we weren't allowed to buy them as we walked by. Jess and I complained and she went to put them back and the guy said, "Sorry your mom won't let you get them, they are really cool." That was funny.
This evening, because I was to ill to go last night, we went to a haunted house. Actually there were two of them. This is going to be a long, but entertaining story....

Hence the title of this post....

SO, We were all pumped about this. Nervous but pumped. We get to the place (it opened at 6...the haunted houses didn't open until 7) and were walking around. We made friends with the headless horseman, that was cool. But we see this guy in this "scary" mask, I walk by him and say, "Hey, how's it going?"...and Jess and I kept walking to go get our tickets for the main event. I turned around to see how far back mom and dad were and realized this guy was following us. I turned back around and said, "Holy Shi** he is following us, walk faster"...we get to the ticket booth and he comes up behind us and points to the train ride. Jess and I told him we would go visit him later and he thumbed-uped us and when ever we saw him for the rest of the evening he did just that. I came to the realization that all of these "scary" guys are grumpy because they have no friends, so my goal was to make friends with them (it was really my attempt at not being scared of them). We go into the jail (it had nothing to do with anything, we were at Rawhide, an old west town...) and the guy saw my MSND shirt and told me he did that play in high school. We made small talk. He played Lysander, I told him I played Hermia, and the other guy said, "And I got herpes, oh wait wrong play." These guys were perverted but funny. The sheriff turned and said, "watch what you are saying these are school girls." Ans stupid me replies, "Oh no I go to ASU and she is de-sensitized". So we had a very interesting perv-convo with them....Turns out he does caricatures. So Jess and I took turns sitting so he could make us a picture. While Jess was sitting in the chair another creepy guy came in and leaned over her a growled. She growled back. He gave up on her and came like two inches away from my face (Park rules are: They don't touch you, you don't touch them) I smiled and said hello. He revealed a gun under his jacket and I went to point at it and he thought I was going to touch it so he jumped back violently. I said, "No, no I won't touch it; I was just pointing at it." And he left upset at me. Oops.... Finally the haunted house opened. The two were: THE ASYLUM and THE CRYPT. I am really creeped out by asylums, so we decided we should do that one first to get it over with. Our group consisted of Jess, myself, and a mother with two daughters (probably between the ages of 8-11)...I was getting pretty nervous. Jess and I linked arms and headed in. The "doctor" gave us our rules. (these become crucial later, so remember them) No running, stay with your group, don't touch the patients, they won't touch you but will come close. Then he yelled "Fresh Meat!!! Come and get it!!!!". OK, we walk in...this lady pops out from behind the desk and tells us to turn back the patients have begun to riot. We keep moving along. Now, to get through you must walk through curtains to go from room to room. That was scary because this girl in a straight jacket popped out from behind them every so often....At one point there were like 12 curtains in a row and I was just hitting them because I was scared at what was going to pop out behind them. We get to a room with three beds with sheets pulled over the patients. One guy was a little over anxious and popped up before we really got in the room, so that wasn't so bad. I just pulled Jess right on through. BUT. We get around the corner and some guy is rolling on the floor in a straight jacket and he gets up and runs after us. We turn the corner to see girl in straight jacket again. Scared me to death. We get to an open part, where there is a jeep and this freaky clown. I hear Jess scream. I turn around and there is another clown up on stilts....I screamed. Jess pulled me by the arm and ran like there was no tomorrow (remember the rules) we get to the other side of the jeep and realize there is no group with us. Jess decides to leave me where I am to go find them. I am sitting in this corner, right next to a sheet where I was scared something was behind, and a clown starts heading for me. He gets to me and I say, "Hi, what's your name?" and he walked away. The group and Jess came back and we moved on. We turn the corned to see a man running at us, I scream. He gets to us and says, "Hey, come on, you got to get out, I know the way, follow me." Well, we did (we had to choice). At this point i do not remember much more. There was screaming, sheets, some closing of the eyes, some screaming, a chainsaw, the exit, and then I remember sitting on a bench trying to catch my breath.
I was shaking so violently that it looked like I was freezing, when in fact I was sweating like crazy. I was so freaked out. Words cannot describe it. We get in line for round two. We are the only people in line so we have to go by ourselves. I feel like I am about to throw up. I did not want to do this one. We go in, the lady gives us the rules. We start in. It is pitch black. The walls start banging and I scream. We pull back a curtain and Jess and I see complete and utter blackness. We turn to the lady and ask if we can wait for a larger group. We exited. Mom walks up to see what had happened. I basically break down almost to tears. I did not want to go in. The woman and her daughters got in line and decided we would all go again. I am hyperventilating at this point. Mom hands me her purse and tells me she would go with Jess. Mind you mom has heart problems, and a bad foot. I go sit with dad. He makes fun of me like no other but I could care less. I was literally scared beyond belief. I had realized I cut my finger open in the first one from pushing through the sheets, I was still shaking, and I felt like i was going to puke. Mom and Jess went on in. You could hear them screaming from a mile away ( I was also informed that is how loud we were in the first one). The come running out, mom couldn't even breath. They said it was scarier than the first one because it was pretty much pitch black though the entire thing. I would have crapped myself.
I have finally stopped shaking, but am still very freaked out by the whole evening. I am really glad I went but will never go again.
The title of this post, represents my phrase for the evening. I had to say that at least one hundred times. Along with many other colorful phrases.
I will be teased for the rest of my life for chickening out, but I do not mind. I am a chicken, a wimp, a wuss, you name it, etc. Period.

I am back at my lovely safe (or so I think) dorm. This week is pretty packed. Bio test Wed. English paper due tomorrow, meeting with my mentor on Thurs about my one-act I wrote (he is giving me feedback), meeting with my advisor on Fri, audition/interview on sat, rehearsals, and what ever else pops up. (hopefully it will not be crazy insane asylum people. Ugh.

I will leave you with this mad-lib....
Emily's haunted house experience ________________. ( Say what you will)

Bon Appetit!
Em

The secret lives of dorks....

That is what my autobiography would be called as of today. However, I would never actually title my book that, I have some other ideas in mind that I feel would sell better.
I did title today's blog that though because it is completely true. I am a dork. Plain and simple. Also, my friends are dorks (don't deny it guys).
Today I almost walked into a parked car. Yes, I will openly admit that.
Also, I looked up a cool word to write 25 times on Lindsey's blog. What word did i choose: turophile- a fancier of cheese.
I also jumped around my dorm when Lindsey told me her Streep/Blanchett theory, don't ask. The point is I jumped around my dorm, who does that...don't answer, you all are dorks too.
I have a pair of baby slipper socks hanging on the front of my desk, I have a room thermometer that is shaped like a banjo, I have a neck tie that looks like a remote control, I make random weird sounds when I cannot finish a sentence, and many many other things....

Why am I mocking myself, you may ask? Well, I have no idea. So, I move on.

Today I got my scene for my acting class. I am Ann from Arthur Miller's All My Sons. It is a fabulous play. My teacher actually recommended it to me a few weeks ago and I am cutting a monologue from it for my final. I also had Calculus, which I am beginning to get annoyed in. They are a bunch of business majors. I am a theatre major. I know way more than any of them, and they cannot seem to grasp the simple concepts that the teacher is trying to explain. She has to lower herself to using examples with cucumbers and turnips to get the class to understand. It is ridiculous.

Tomorrow we are reading our script (the one I am doing with the grad student, not the one I am doing in class) to a bunch of her peers at noon. And tomorrow evening I have rehearsal again after a week sabbatical. This will be our first rehearsal with our script. We will only have a total of about 12 rehearsals now. Scary but exciting all at the same time!

I also have the dreaded english class. But, luckily, we have Friday off because she will be at Oregon State for some reason or another. Hopefully David won't ditch again, he has the past two classes leaving me to go bonkers with this lady.

I will be leaving in about 30 minutes to go to Young Life. I like the message at YL but I like the worship at CRU (campus crusades for Christ) better....so I will continue to go to both....I meet some really nice people. Not to mention there are hotter guys at YL, not that I am scoping them out or anything.....

Mom is planning on driving down to Vegas this weekend to swap cars with dad. I hate Dad's car, so I will not be taking the trip with them. I think I will write a play about driving 6 hours in a small 5 passenger car with my family....That would be entertaining as hell....pardon me....
That also is a reason I am not going with them. I will instead stay on campus for my first weekend, and hang out with Amanda. She is super cool. She asked me to share an apartment with her and her friend next year if I stay here. They are really nice too....I just might have to do that if I don't transfer. Which I might not. I want to, but it would be like starting all over somewhere. Especially when you are a theatre major. If I transfer I have two outcomes: 1) I audition and open their eyes to a talent they did not know existed, leading me into the program with no strings attached or 2) I will find that auditioning is pointless because all the students from the previous years are what make up the productions....the latter is the greater probability. If I transfer this upcoming year, it will be hard but it can be done. It will be harder if I put it off more and more. The wisest thing to do would be to stay here and develop myself in this program. I have some serious thinking to do and some long talks with God ahead of me.

Speaking of this school. On October 25th at 3:20, I have my interview/audition for the school. This will determine if I become a full on theatre major or if I remain a pre-theatre major....So, I will be busy working on cutting my monologues from 2.5 minutes to 1 minute each....fun!

I believe that is all I have to say for now. I cannot think of much more to say. Except...

Bon Appetit!

Em

Emily Shorts are going public!

That's right ladies and gentlemen. I will be onstage and will be made fun of for wearing what are now known as "Emily Shorts".

It all started when we went to the zoo this summer. I live in the desert (as do most of you who read this) and it is very hot in the summer. So, I went and bought some shorts. [Note: nowadays all they sell are short shorts in the juniors department, for the most part] I wore a pair to the zoo because we were planning on being there all day and I didn't want to die. However, they were bright blue so that could be an attention getter, I guess. When Tom picked me up he asked me where the rest of my shorts were, ha ha very funny. After the pictures were sent out, by the lovely Kristen, the whole Sanchez family started in on the make-fun-of-Emily's-no shorts fun. Now they are branded as Emily shorts. When ever we are out together and we see someone with really short shorts mam Sanchez leans over and says, "Look she has Emily shorts on." I will never live to see the day when all this mockery ends. [Note: I have not wore the shorts since because of this, and I had no ulterior motive for wearing them.] [Another Note: Jessica and I saw a really old man wearing Emily shorts at Walmart on Friday...ew right?]
The play I am in, which has been devised by a group of us, will involve the use of Emily shorts. Throughout her writing process, our writer/director has been giving us writing assignments that coincide with high school/teenage years/what you feel insecure about in high school/what are some of your high school past times/ when have you been betrayed by a friend/etc. I once wrote about being made fun of my shorts when it wasn't my intention to look like a whore. I got the script in my email inbox today and one of the scenes involves me wearing short shorts and everyone is making fun of me and I try to defend myself but cannot, we then lead into the sense of sluttyness in teenage girls. So, Thank you Tom for this wonderful opportunity.

Also in the script, I have a line that goes a little something like this, "lets go camp out in the middle of a public park and tell our parents we're at your house..."

That's right, the whole Cassy-Duncan-Emily camping adventure got roped in also!
This will be fun to rehearse! I am really excited about this, too bad we aren't bringing this to local high schools, I would love to see the look on his face....O well, I'm over it (honestly I am).

As for my weekend, good. Some ups and downs. A lot of praying now and ahead of me, but it wasn't a total disaster. Mom and I had some nice movie bonding time Saturday evening. And this morning in the car on the way to church. By the way, I have officially decided I hate backseat drivers. I was listening to her directions and I ended up driving right past the entrance I needed to go in and it was being monitored by police officers, so I had to pull into a neighborhood and turn around, and lets just say next time I'll do it my way.

Speaking of that. I love driving. Which is ironic because it took me so long to work up the courage to get my license. Thank you Kris and Linds for dragging me to the DMV. Saturday afternoon (before movie bonding time) I dropped off Britt at a friends and got some alone time in the car. I had the windows down because it was beautiful outside and I was listening to some 80's music. It was so enjoying. I needed that alone time.

Other than that not too much more to report. I have a terrible headache for staring at the computer for the past four hours, so I will wrap this up and go do something else.

This week has busy moments, but should not be overwhelming. I will write more as the week progresses.

I now will add in a mad-lib.

Emily shorts are unique because _____________. (be nice, please. remember who judges these)

As yet another sun sets,

Bon Appetit!

Em