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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I want to slow dance outside Farr's Fresh.

Jen Lindley just stated it perfectly.
"Girls suck."
They just dump you for their boyfriends. Then, once their boyfriend dumps them, they come crawling back to you. Except for now you have a life and have made new friends, but of course you're supposed to ditch all them for your ex best friend who ditched you to begin with.

That's why I hang out with boys for the most part and build Lego's and fight with light sabers and go to gaming release parties and leave early because yet again someone doesn't understand my humor.
Who wants to do hair and make-up and nails when you can watch horror movies and streak through parks and toilet paper houses and go to three story parks late at night? No one. That's right.

Well. I'm going to go now. Not because I have anything better to do, but simply because this typing is distracting me from my Dawson's Creek. (p.s. Zoey, we have much to discuss.)


P.S. If Jen Lindley falls for her therapist (also, if HE falls for HER) then I am going to scream. For roughly 4 seconds. And then hide my face in a pillow and cry tears of rage directed at unrealistic writing.

Monday, October 24, 2011

And then I pierced my nose.

Naw, I'm just kidding.

One of these days, but not today. 

I don't really have much to say, other than I'm watching a preview for a new television show called Grimm. 
It looks very grim.

I went to Beans and Brew today and ordered a ice tall white mocha. I asked for it decaf, and the guy said, "What's the point in that?" I went on to explain how I didn't need the energy boost.
He brought me out my drink while I was sitting indian style in a booth. He told me I was going to get stuck like that and then walked away. It was very awkward.
I took a sip... and I'm pretty sure it was cream based. But not completely sure. Which really weirded me out, because I don't know if I've just become accustomed to the taste or if there wasn't any coffee in it. 
My grandmother says that my drink is too sweet... and to me hers is too bitter. But what if my drink is too sweet now because I've become accustomed to it?!

I guess that was a really pointless story, but it's just been bothering me.

I'm aware all these photos are different.
I've just been bored lately, so I've been experimenting.

Well, I'm off to purchase a new iPhone. 


Sunday, October 23, 2011

He was a punk. She did ballet.

I've been rediscovering Avril Lavigne this afternoon. It's quite enjoyable.

Yes. I'm aware this photo is completely unflattering and you can see that I have lost my bottom retainer, but that doesn't matter.
Why doesn't it matter, Emily?

No. Your eyes are not deceiving you. This is happening.
Everyday will be a new ugly photo.
Embrace it. Participate.

It's good for your confidence.

In other news, I completely failed the ACT. Whateves. I'm either going to get into BYU or I'm not. Getting a 30 would have been nice. Hopefully, by some miracle, I got it. I guess we'll find out in 3-8 weeks.
I know you guys don't actually care about my educational future, so I'll inform you on other news.

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY: It's terrifying. I've never seen a scary movie in theatres and HOLLLLLYYYY SHIZ. It was spectacular. Go see it. OH! And there is this preview for some weird "connect the crosses" movie. I closed my eyes because I knew I would never sleep again if I continued to watch it. 

Addy, I know that kid you tweeted about and can give you his number if you'd like.

Angela, update your blog more.

Mady, you as well, blogosphere misses you.

Autumn, how am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you never update!? I miss stalking your Bennington activities.

Zoey, I love you. That's all.

Mom, hi.


P.S. Anyone want to be Twitter friends? @emilycoletti
Let's do this.