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Utah can be real beautiful sometimes.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

It's just not consistent.

 I like reading Bright Eye's songs more than I like listening to them. They're really quite beautiful, and I feel like sometimes that gets lost in the music.
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Virginia's almost sleeping
The night is getting older
There's static on the tv
And she's lying on the sofa
The cats crawl over her

Jenny's in the garage
She's got the car in neutral
She rolls it out so quietly
It's Saturday as usual
It always is

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist
But my heart knows I'm a poet
It's just words they mean 
so little to me
so little to me
so little to me
so little to me
so little to me
so little to me
so little to me
I can't seem to deal with something more
When everyone will fall back

Daddy's in the backyard
His hands are getting dirty
And mom is in the kitchen and the cake says that I'm thirteen
Another year

My brother went to college to become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He'll end up just like father
Who hates his life

And me I'm in the bathroom
Crying out my eyelids cause it's hard to be a man
When you're scared just like a little kid
The world's become 
a little too mean
a little too mean
a little too mean
a little too mean
a little too mean
a little too mean
And I can't see the point of patient love
When everyone just wants to get ******.
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(I edited it a bit for those of you who are sensitive.)

I hope she didn't use butter.

Sunday, November 13, 2011
I don't eat meat. Under any circumstance.
I don't eat butter or cream cheese if I can control it.

In case you were wondering.


 

"Hold. Up. R Kelly. I am NOT one of your groupies."

Guys, there ain't nothing wrong with a little bump n' grind. 

Rethink your life.

Saturday, November 12, 2011


If a man with nothing to smile about ever existed; it's him.
But look.
What are you doing wrong?

Festival of Lights

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Saturday night, three of my friends and I went to the Festival of Lights at the Krishna temple. I don't know why more people don't go. It's reallllly pretty, and more fun than the Festival of Colors.
Well, no. Nothing is more fun than the Festival of Colors.



The temple has two levels. This is the entrance, which leads up to the worshipping level. Then, below it there is a gift shop and a place where people can eat.


This is the pond. The idea behind Diwali/Festival of Lights is the households light up their windows to bring in the best for the year to come. It also marks the return of the God Sri Rama (he was exiled for 14 years). So, they are also welcoming him home by brightening their city.


People light lamps and make wishes for the new year. I guess it's kind of an Indian New Year/Thanksgiving celebration. It's really a great tradition though, and the idea of floating your wish away is so beautiful.



Of course they had their little band playing. I swear to you, every time I come from on of their festivals all I sing for the next two weeks is "holli holli Krishna".


Ok. They had these fireworks that made the strangest noise! It soundd like a cat... being stepped on? I don't know. Maybe they were a special Indian firework!


I would tell you what I wished for, but I don't really know the guidelines. And I'm scared my wish will be jeopardized.



You can't wear shoes inside the temple. I feel like it makes everyone bond more ha ha


Ok! He could legitimately talk! These two little kids were telling us how they had a conversation with him earlier, but we thought they were joking. Um, ya. They weren't. Oh, and if you put your finger by his cage, he will hold it! Go and see for yourself!







So, I try not to post photos of my whole face.
Don't ask why.
But this one is too good not to. As we were walking out of the temple, I stopped to take a photo of the man to my left leading an Indian cow. The Indian man saw me, an told me to come help. He was soooo funny! I showed me how to hold the leash, and then lead us to the pen! My cow kept merging to the left, because he wanted to visit the llamas. I told the Indian man this, and he said, (say in Indian accent) "Oh!! He loves the llamas. Look! There they are! HELLO LLAMAS!!"
That's pretty much how my weekend went. Friday was spent doing nothing. I went shopping with my mom for India supplies. Can you believe I leave in 12 days?! Me either.
Well, I'm watching Criminal Minds, and it's actually very engaging. Watch episode 135-Sense Memory.

I have no idea what the guy's problem is for once!!


xoxo,
Emily

I know this isn't necessary.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Oh shiz.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Oh snap.

So, I guess I've just been doing school work lately.
And trying to catch up in my AP art portfolio. I've started a new blog for it, but there are no posts yet. I will start once I get some decent photos. I realize this one is complete crap and you can't even tell that the leaves are hearts made from acrylic and the background is pastel and the trunk is textured.
WHATEVER. 

My mother just got home, so expect more photos I guess?
I don't know. Actually, don't. I always say I'm going to post more photos and I never do. Ha ha ha, I just have no one to take them.

My neighborhood friends have been very non-friendly lately. Also, the 3 month curse I still here. 

IMPORTANT NEWS:
I BLEW ALL MY MONEY ON A SPIRIT HOOD (WHICH I AM GOING TO WEAR TO SCHOOL... SO IF YOU SEE ANYONE AT MY SCHOOL WEARING ONE, JUST KNOW THAT THEY ARE COPYING ME. NOT THAT I CARE, BUT I WANT THE CREDIT) WHICH MEANS I NEED MONEY. WHICH MEANS I WILL BE SELLING MY CLOTHES AGAIN.
I'M GOING TO LEGIT POST OUTFIT PHOTOS NOW, BECAUSE I HAVE TO.
IF YOU SEE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BUY, JUST EMAIL ME.

ALSO, I'M STARTING AN ETSY, I'LL POST THE LINK LATER.




Well folks, I think this is where the conversation ends.
Well, I guess it's not really a conversation, but you know what I mean.

Um, ok.





Tomorrow it shall be.

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