one time when I was a wee little first year, I did dumb things like procrastinate my work and make up weird songs/dances with Kirsten. (I am SO above that now....hehehe)
for example: (I'm sorry if this makes your ears bleed. we are not musical geniuses, we just enjoy Pez & Backstreet Boys)
Although that has not yet made us Youtube stars, one of my good friends, Abena, is actually on her way there. She made up this great song called "You're the man of my dreams even though you eat babies". Do yourself a favor & watch it. It is incredible, I promise.
Here's to ridiculous musical endeavors & lovely thursdays :)
that darn Sufjan
some people can pull all-nighters. I don't think I can.
I only got 2 hours last night & felt like I was an extra from zombieland walking around grounds all day.
and then I projected my frustration with my lack of rest onto several undeserving victims. Such as Sufjan Stevens. I just read this article that says he isn't actually going to make albums for each of the 50 states. OK, so I guess I sort of knew that.....was he really going to make 50 state-themed albums? No. but still, I wanted him to, so I was mad. I yelled "DANG IT, SUFJAN!" really loudly and then hit my fist against the arm chair, and that is when it occured to me that I have a problem and I should probably go to bed.
...now my watch alarm is going off. it goes off every night at 8:44 and I can't figure out how to turn if off and I lost the directions. DANG IT, WATCH!!! arghhh
ok, goodnight world. see you when I'm not a horrible Sufjan-hating person.
. . . I still really like this song:
I only got 2 hours last night & felt like I was an extra from zombieland walking around grounds all day.
and then I projected my frustration with my lack of rest onto several undeserving victims. Such as Sufjan Stevens. I just read this article that says he isn't actually going to make albums for each of the 50 states. OK, so I guess I sort of knew that.....was he really going to make 50 state-themed albums? No. but still, I wanted him to, so I was mad. I yelled "DANG IT, SUFJAN!" really loudly and then hit my fist against the arm chair, and that is when it occured to me that I have a problem and I should probably go to bed.
...now my watch alarm is going off. it goes off every night at 8:44 and I can't figure out how to turn if off and I lost the directions. DANG IT, WATCH!!! arghhh
ok, goodnight world. see you when I'm not a horrible Sufjan-hating person.
. . . I still really like this song:
in the name of love
This is a hugely stereotypical-girl thing to enjoy, but I could look at wedding photos all day. They are wonderful. It doesn't even matter whose they are....I just adore them.
I get super depressed by divorce rates & sad, Hollywood depictions of what marriage & love should look like. But wedding photos are great because you just get images of joy and nothing else. They are like capturing real-life fairytales.
I have recently fallen head-over-heels for this website. enjoy a piece of my wedding-photo obsession :)
these are my confessions
Today in church we talked about confession. and also, I have been listening to that Glee mash-up song "Confessions" pretty much non-stop. With those things as my inspiration, I thought I would make my own confessional-list for today's post. Since this is a public blog, (and because my parents read this.just kidding, mom & dad) I won't make it super serious. But here are a few things I feel the need to get off my chest:
1) I am an "english" person but I am horrible at grammar. I over-use commas like WHOA. and also, I am a pretty bad speller. (for example, I still say "Wed"-"nes"-"day" out loud when I spell wednesday.)
2) I still watch Full-House reruns. and thoroughly enjoy them.
3) I told my housemates that I didn't drink any coffee yesterday and they were proud of me. but then I relapsed and had a mug. I need help.
4) I procrastinate. A lot. I have to write a paper today. but I am blogging.
5) One time in 7th grade, my friend and I took my other friend's lunch and put it in the lost & found as a joke. when she couldn't find it, we simply suggested that maybe she "lost" it so she would get the hint. When she didn't, we just went back to the lost and found, claimed her lunch and ate her fruit snacks. Sorry, Shannon.
6) For fun in middle school, I would roller blade around our unfinished basement listening to N'SYNC. by myself.
7) I'm pretty sure I could only list all 50 states by singing The Fifty Nifty United States song I learned in 5th grade.
8) I laugh when people fall down. Like, really hard.
9) Someone asked me for directions on how to get to the bookstore as I was crossing old dorms a few weeks ago. I panicked (because I hate giving directions/am directionally-challenged) and did my best to explain. When they tried to clarify with me and asked if they had the right idea of where to go, I realized that I had sent told them a totally wrong way. But I was so confused that I just said "Yep, that'll get you there!" and then walked away.
10) I like one of my cats better than the other one. Sorry, Mosby.
1) I am an "english" person but I am horrible at grammar. I over-use commas like WHOA. and also, I am a pretty bad speller. (for example, I still say "Wed"-"nes"-"day" out loud when I spell wednesday.)
2) I still watch Full-House reruns. and thoroughly enjoy them.
3) I told my housemates that I didn't drink any coffee yesterday and they were proud of me. but then I relapsed and had a mug. I need help.
4) I procrastinate. A lot. I have to write a paper today. but I am blogging.
5) One time in 7th grade, my friend and I took my other friend's lunch and put it in the lost & found as a joke. when she couldn't find it, we simply suggested that maybe she "lost" it so she would get the hint. When she didn't, we just went back to the lost and found, claimed her lunch and ate her fruit snacks. Sorry, Shannon.
6) For fun in middle school, I would roller blade around our unfinished basement listening to N'SYNC. by myself.
7) I'm pretty sure I could only list all 50 states by singing The Fifty Nifty United States song I learned in 5th grade.
8) I laugh when people fall down. Like, really hard.
9) Someone asked me for directions on how to get to the bookstore as I was crossing old dorms a few weeks ago. I panicked (because I hate giving directions/am directionally-challenged) and did my best to explain. When they tried to clarify with me and asked if they had the right idea of where to go, I realized that I had sent told them a totally wrong way. But I was so confused that I just said "Yep, that'll get you there!" and then walked away.
10) I like one of my cats better than the other one. Sorry, Mosby.
instead of sleeping
I couldn't sleep last night, even though I really wanted to. A line of poetry was giving me nightmares. Yesterday afternoon I had casually daydreamed the first line/concept of a poem I wanted to turn into my enwr class on tuesday, but I never wrote any of it down. Then, as I got cozy in bed last night, those ideas wouldn't stop nagging me, like they were afraid of getting lost before morning if they weren't made real on paper. So then I had to throw off my very cozy covers, turn on my blindingly bright lamp, and write. Sure enough, as soon as I finished and put my head back on the pillow, I was out.
so here is a very-early-morning, semi-awake, I-was-tired-and-frustrated poem:
A million words exist to tell you.
They pass me on the bus during
my morning walk, each staring,
each with helplessly straight momentum.
I smell exhaust, they breathe in.
I'm haunted by wide-eyes,
hair falling into faces, haunted
as the whole world flies by
the open palms of still-life tragedies.
They've got all these tiny-inside places
I made-up and love and fear.
To be polite, I have them over
at every meal.
They are awful guests.
(A million words can eat you out of house and home)
I will not join them.
I will not wave them down.
I will pass them in the mornings.
They see me, pull the chord.
I see you, forget my name.
so here is a very-early-morning, semi-awake, I-was-tired-and-frustrated poem:
A million words exist to tell you.
They pass me on the bus during
my morning walk, each staring,
each with helplessly straight momentum.
I smell exhaust, they breathe in.
I'm haunted by wide-eyes,
hair falling into faces, haunted
as the whole world flies by
the open palms of still-life tragedies.
They've got all these tiny-inside places
I made-up and love and fear.
To be polite, I have them over
at every meal.
They are awful guests.
(A million words can eat you out of house and home)
I will not join them.
I will not wave them down.
I will pass them in the mornings.
They see me, pull the chord.
I see you, forget my name.
the scooter lifestyle
Two of my good pals, Kirsten & Taylor, have recently created their own Scooter-gang. This means that they purchased two child-size Razor scooters and now ride them around everywhere they go. (Something that is, at times, hilarious to watch - especially last night when they surprised me in Alderman Stacks and exited by riding their scooters into the distance down the aisles of books)
I must admit, when they first started their gang, I was a bit jealous. I definitely remember when I was about 10 or 11 and I thought scooters were really cool. Consequentially, I also remember the day I stopped thinking scooters were really cool. It happened immediately after an event that went something like this.
little 10-year-old Emily: Oh hey, how cool is this silver razor scooter? I totally bet Lizzie McGuire has one exactly like this. OMG, look at me! I’m going down the driveway. HEY MOM! LOOK AT ME! I’M GOING DOWN THE DRIVEWAY!! DO YOU SEE ME? MOM, DO YOU SEE ME?? Yeah, this is awesome. I’m awesome. Justin Timberlake would SO want to date me if he could see how cool I look right now. Wow, this is kinda fast! Neat-o! Look at that puddle! I’m totally gonna go through it because that will make me even more awesome. OK, here I go! YAY that was so fun! I love getting splashed by puddles! Whoa, I am going really fast! Hey look, the driveway ends! Alright, time to break. Hey, why am I not slowing down? I think Taylor said something about not getting the wheels wet, but I thought he was just tricking me so that he would be the only one to look cool going through puddles. OH NO, I’m not stopping……I’m still not stopping……AHHHHHHH! (and that is when my inner dialogue cut off and I proceeded to hit a bump at the end of the driveway, fly off the scooter and skid across the pavement, unable to stop until I began rolling down the hill right across from the driveway that leads into the woods)
Moral of this blog post: never ride scooters through puddles. No matter how cool it might make you look.
I must admit, when they first started their gang, I was a bit jealous. I definitely remember when I was about 10 or 11 and I thought scooters were really cool. Consequentially, I also remember the day I stopped thinking scooters were really cool. It happened immediately after an event that went something like this.
little 10-year-old Emily: Oh hey, how cool is this silver razor scooter? I totally bet Lizzie McGuire has one exactly like this. OMG, look at me! I’m going down the driveway. HEY MOM! LOOK AT ME! I’M GOING DOWN THE DRIVEWAY!! DO YOU SEE ME? MOM, DO YOU SEE ME?? Yeah, this is awesome. I’m awesome. Justin Timberlake would SO want to date me if he could see how cool I look right now. Wow, this is kinda fast! Neat-o! Look at that puddle! I’m totally gonna go through it because that will make me even more awesome. OK, here I go! YAY that was so fun! I love getting splashed by puddles! Whoa, I am going really fast! Hey look, the driveway ends! Alright, time to break. Hey, why am I not slowing down? I think Taylor said something about not getting the wheels wet, but I thought he was just tricking me so that he would be the only one to look cool going through puddles. OH NO, I’m not stopping……I’m still not stopping……AHHHHHHH! (and that is when my inner dialogue cut off and I proceeded to hit a bump at the end of the driveway, fly off the scooter and skid across the pavement, unable to stop until I began rolling down the hill right across from the driveway that leads into the woods)
Moral of this blog post: never ride scooters through puddles. No matter how cool it might make you look.
