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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!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Maui, Hawaii

I know this is a day late, but my camera battery died.

These photos are from yesterday. My mother got two free admission tickets to the Delta Sky Club (or something like that) and so we used them while in L.A.. It was super weird. They had a bunch of couches and chairs. They also had a little food area with adorable mini packets of Nutella and a squeeze packets of hummus. Yummmmy. It felt really futuristic for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm reading 1984 and it's all I can think about these days. But, it was kind of tucked away. It reminded me of the Dharma Initiative.

I made a friend on my flight! She was a hygienist from Minnesota. We chatted about bitewings (s/o to Angela... yay!) and film x-rays. It was enjoyable.

I really thought the plane was going to crash. For a good thirty minutes I stared out the window while listening to Milosh and decided how I would survive. Here's what I came up with: I would find a piece of shrapnel and float on it. If sharks came near, I would use another piece to bump their nose, because that makes them go away. When I got rescued, I would tell my story on I Shouldn't Be Alive and sue the airline for a millionbazillion dollars and go to Dubai. Because that new place they might build, with each condo having it's own beach looks really neat. And then I started wondering if maybe it was like Lost, and if the plane was crashing because God was trying to cleanse the earth of wicked people. But then, I remember my mother was on the plane so that theory was impossible.

I feel like I'm just rambling on, because I'm prolonging my bed time. Which is partially true, because my mother and I have to share a bed and she smells weird. Ha ha ha just kidding. She smells like... dancing waters. Literally (bahahah). 

Um.... Today, I woke up. Drank an iced coconut mocha. Ate 1/2 of a cinnamon roll. Went to the beach. Got tan/sunburned. Came back to the condo. Showered. Went to Da Kitchen. Ate a garden burger. Drove around. Went to Radioshack. Bought a camera charger. Went to an ice cream place. Ate a small ice cream cone. Came back to the condo. Watched the Kristen Bell on Ellen video (may I just take this moment to tell a small story. When I typed it in, my mother said, "Kristen Bell? Isn't he who played batman?" hahahahahahahahah). Now, I am blogging.

If any of you fine folks have a twitter, you should hit.me.up. It really is so enjoyable.

Well, it's off to bed for me. I had a weird dream last night where I had to adopt this child and I was mad at my brother for some reason. But hey, I guess we all have to adopt children in our dreams at some point.

This has been really pointless, and if you read this whole thing, I will tell you a juicy juicy secret.

Much love,


Friday, February 10, 2012

It looks like a cat.

I don't know. 
I think I'm just going to start making like a bunch of drafts with just photos. Because that seems to be the part that takes forever. Then, I'll just add new words everyday. :).

All of these photos are from... Wednesday?? I don't know. Anyways, I got a delicious white mocha with raspberry. It had kind of a weird taste, like sugar crystals. I quite liked it though. It seems like everything here is different. Oh man. Their Forever 21??? You little fashionistas would die. Literally, die. I thought I was dreaming until I realized I wasn't.

When I wear those clothes I will definitely photograph them. Man. Shopping there was like one of those dreams. You know, the kind where everything in the store is exactly what you want? And your just frantic and grabbing everything in your sight? Ya. That's what it was like.
Anyways, I highly doubt you folks care. But just know, IT WAS WONDERFUL.

My niece is licking my leg.

Alright. Oh. Yes. We went to this place with a creepy employee who didn't let me have my drink, and they had oysters. We got to crack one open and get the pearl inside! Yay! 

Then, we ate at Maui Tacos. I don't know why I ever think eating a bean and cheese burrito is a good idea.

Anyway, this is a really pointless post. I've come to realize that no one really cares what you do unless your famous. Or doing something really cool for that matter.

You know what I want to do? I want to be in a band like The Moldy Peaches. They are just so adorable. I can't get over it. Perhaps I could make one like that. Oh, and no. I can't sing for the life of me. But, I feel like she can't either, and it's just adorable.

Also, I miss last summer and The Glass Gentlemen concerts and sitting in front of Velour at midnight listening to Blue play the guitar. Man.


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Maui, Hawaii

I wore a strapless swimsuit yesterday. Not the best idea. While boogie boarding a huge wave decided it was necessary to flip me around multiple times underwater. Also, my swim top fell down to my hips. As it turns out, trying to flip your swimsuit right side out and pull it up, all at the same time is pretty hard. It adds to the challenge when the water is being pulled back into the ocean and your special friends are exposed to the entire beach.

But, on a less uncomfortable note I went to see The Woman In Black as well. Let me just say: GREATEST FILM OF THE YEAR. I was seriously shocked. I already had high expectations going in, and they were well met. Even exceeded. 

We're going whale watching today. I'm scared the boat is going to capsize and we're all going to drown. I tried snorkeling from the shore yesterday, but I kept getting scared when I couldn't touch anymore. My mother didn't believe me until now when I said I was scared of open water. 

Well, I'm going to do 8 pages of my seminary packet now. Gotta meet the quota. 

Make a memory today.