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Hi! Welcome to my corner of the internet. I'm a 26 year old therapist, feminist, photographer, and shop owner currently living in Seattle, Washington. My shop, Dealign with Feelings, is geared toward destigmatizing and normalizing mental health. I'm biased, but I think we have some pretty cute stuff :) Click the "shop" tab to see what we've got! I mainly post about my travel and daily life on here. With other random musings thrown in. I post more frequently (and about more feminism) on my Instagram @emmycoletti, so make sure you're following me there. Thanks for stopping by!

Monday, August 29, 2011

You've gotta believe me this time.

I don't really have anything important to say, so I will share with you my first roll of film.
I have another, but I still have four photos left on it and I'm waiting for the perfect moments. I feel like I just kind of wasted this first one. I just got really excited and took pictures of everything.



One time, me and Twin skipped the last day of school and sat at the amphitheatre. It was really pretty. I kind of wish something super eventful would happen to me there, but it never does.




I thought this was my last day of work, but I've actually been back to work many times since then. It was a beautiful day though. I had to park five bazillion miles away.




My mom is making a malt right now. Earlier she was just spooning the malt powder into her mouth. To me that's disgusting, but I guess it floats her boat.




My mother's sunglasses and a mustache from my brother's old work create my only friend.
I call him Hubert.




This was my last day in painting. I loved that class with all my heart. My teacher was the funniest woman in the world. I am taking Independent Study this year and putting together an AP portfolio, so I still get to see her.
Score.




Death.




Life on death.




Driving to school on my last day.
My neighborhood used to look a lot less ghetto, but then they did all this construction. Now, our roads are uneven and it looks terrible. I don't understand why it's so hard for them to blend the new tar in. Seriously.




"what're you looking for?"
I think this is awesome because it's a pun? I think that's the word. I just learned about all those, but I can't remember which is which. It can mean what are you looking for in this bin, or what are you looking for in life. Oh the joys of creative art students.




The hallway to my painting class. Some ducks got out a week before school started and they were running all around. My teacher fed them and the custodians got mad and took away her key. Bless her soul. Curse theirs.




Animal Science.
Never take it.
Unless you enjoy people who hate Peta and vegetarians, and have a hatred for people who treat animals with loving care and give them the same attention as they would give a human.
Some people never fail to disappoint me.
Oh, but I'm not talking about these girls. They are awesome and rock my life out.




Chinchillas. They are so adorable, but are super hard to hold. They flail around like no other mother. But it is the cutest thing when they eat from your hand.




Well folks, that's all. I've almost finished my 2nd film roll. Hopefully, the photography teacher will let me use the dark room. Cross your fingers for me.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

It's going to be ok.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

"I've eaten a bag of green apples, boarded the train there's no getting off"









Dress for sale... email me if you're interested and we'll pick a price:)

Ok. Multiple things need to happen right now.

1st. No. I am not pregnant. Even though I got proposed to tonight. Kinda of. Not really. I just like Sylvia Plath.

2nd. No. I am not obsessed with myself and/or emo. My
hairstylist/sister/coolestpersoni'veeverknown (you're welcome) moved to the great ole state of Alabama.
So, I just mixed our leftover color and dyed it myself. She needed to know how it turned out, hence the uncomfortable close ups.


Moving on with life.
School is just grand.
I've only got two classes each day.
So, I guess four. Well, five if you count Dental Assisting. Which counts. So, I have five classes.
SCORE.
AP language = "Describe yourself in three words" "Art, psychology, strange." "Explain strange?"
AP calculus = "I've been reading this book about the brain..."
Dental Assisting = "Everyone!! When the clock says 12:10, I'm going to clear my throat and then everyone push the bar to make your chair go down! It will be so funny! Ms. Sherilyn will be so confused!!!!!" (silence) "Ok. Never mind."
Seminary = Alena. That's all.
AP art = Ms. Coletti. That's all also.

I actually don't know why I just wrote that.
Like, thinking back on it, none of that really makes sense.
(that awkward moment where nothing happens)

Ok.
Well, I will leave you with one last thing before I head off to bed.
Oh my gosh, my dog smells so bad. I feel really bad, because I don't want to kick her off my bed, but she smells horrid!!
Oh the problems.

Ok. The last thing.



You're welcome.