August 12, 2013

On To-Do Lists

I made one this morning.
"Sort clothes, exercise, do 2 loads of laundry, empty trash can, count cash, sort clothing, vacuum."
I can honestly say I have done four of those. Which three, I will never tell.

Anyway, I got up this morning and decided to be more productive than I had been last week. While that is not really a huge step up, I wanted to get a few things done before school starts. It also hit me today and I really need to find a serious monologue for theater auditions. If you know of a good one you think would work, comment! I would appreciate it a lot. (Spell check told me "alot" was correct. Now it tells me it's not a word. I think I need to get a new spell check extension.) Otherwise I think I'll be scouring youtube for spoken word that doesn't sound overly poetic, and instead sounds like spoken words and sentences. Maybe there should be a category to separate the two.

A few words I really don't like (because I always misspell them): misspell, abstinence, separate, exercise. I would be lost without spell checking. Isn't it funny how that's a verb now? Oh, it isn't? Too bad. It is to me. I used to misspell definitely all the time, but then a friend who is abstinent helped me separate the truth from fiction: finite is inside definitely. That has always helped me remember. :)

So, three items to go. I woke up late and need to get tired so I can go to bed before 2:30 because when I did that last night I slept until 12pm. Is that an unhealthy decision?

I installed a new extension for a private search engine trying to break the google habit...but I doubt that will happen. Google is just so....easy...and engrained in my mind. DuckDuckGo is really nice, but it's just not the same. Plus I really don't feel like I'm going to D+tab when I search, rather than just typing my search term in. Gotta love that omnibox. Shoutout to my Chrome peeps, even if they are getting our data left and right.

I think this anecdote is very descriptive of how I talk and how conversations work with me. I start out with a main idea, and go off on eight different tangents on my way to continue on with my idea. Also, I changed colors. I really hope you like it! I wasn't feeling orange anymore. Teal is more my style. Or at least it's supposed to show up teal. It hasn't for me yet. I think I might have to revisit that.

Have a nice night. Conquer the world (with love).

August 11, 2013

Sunday Morning and I Never Want to Leave

Hi. My name is Emily, and I'm a recovering undedicated blogger. You see, I often compare my attention span to that of a squirrel, especially when I'm tired or cannot receive immediate gratification. Anyways, today is Sunday (derp) so I went to church this morning, and Sunday School. Representin' my youth group....that only seems to come together when people spend money on us....wait, I didn't say that. I feel like giving up but I suppose that's a bad idea. There are better things to come. A few quick notes:

  • I am listening to Michael Aranda talk on SciShow. His voice is soothing. I don't really care about Mars though. I wonder if that thought would offend him.
  • It's been like two months since I 'shaved.' Yeah. I said that, on a public website. By 'shaved,' I mean removed hair. I don't actually shave anymore; I use Nair. I'm really good at cutting myself. Shaving with wimpy tiny razors isn't for me. I have larger ones with bigger...non-slip handles, if the fancy ever strikes. In fact, here's a fun story:
    • One time in my troubled preteenage-hood (pre-white arm/leg hair), I decided my arms were becoming too much like a gorilla, even though it wasn't that bad. So I gracefully swept up my mother's razor and began to shave my arms. Take that, France...even though I'm back on your side now...I digress. I was getting really excited because all the gross hair was gone and the bathtub was beginning to look satisfyingly brown, and then I looked away and my hand slipped and now I have an approximately one inch long scar on my left forearm. Yay talent.
  • I really like the fuchsia underwear I got yesterday! They're awesome...and empowering! It's amazing what good-feelings one can gain from underclothes....
  • I continue to feed my grilled chicken nacho addiction. 
That's all for today, folks. Thank you for reading :)

August 10, 2013

Confessions of an (Almost Adult) Drama Queen

Yeah, through this whole blogging journey thus far I've found I'm really undedicated. Sorry about that. It's hard for me to stick with things when I can't see the outcome short-term, and although I'm sure this will improve my writing skills, this seems like a lot of effort and upkeep sometimes. Other times, though, blogging and writing in general has been very helpful to me in expressing myself, so hopefully whenever the time comes that I completely abandon you (all good things come to an end) this will remain and hopefully relate or reach out to someone!

On that note, I think I will briefly share some experiences I've had recently, and confess several things also. Buckle your seatbelts, folks.


  • Today I bought purple underwear. Fuschia is probably a more accurate description. They're my favorite. 
  • Today I also had an off-day. I kind of felt like crap and wanted to lay in bed in pyjamas. I managed to leave my house, so that's an accomplishment!
  • I don't really know how I feel about my senior year. I got senior pictures in. I need to get some done by a company I actually like. (Those school contracted ones were awkward; old men called me babe.)
  • I've recently dabbled in pokemon, but not enough to know how anything complex works. It's still like a foreign language.
  • I've also recently really liked these two comics: Girls With Slingshots and Questionable Content. They make me laugh.
  • The kind-of-crush I mentioned in my update isn't really a kind-of-crush anymore. He lives about an hour away from me and although we had a nice (appropriate) time in Washington and I received a very nice parting hug, I'm fairly certain that is going absolutely nowhere.
  • A thirteen year old swore at me when I was at the fair with my nephew this summer. She was not wearing substantial clothing. Also, a boy whose voice had yet to change also swore about not being able to twist around on the swing ride. He sounded like a nine year old girl. Moral: parents, teach your children appropriate language (and spelling please).
  • My doctor wants me to get more blood work done. I'm kind of refusing. Does that make me a bad person?
  • I am going to be a teacher's assistant for school this year and am super excited to help out with US History. 
  • I have no idea what english class I'm taking through a local college because they cannot override a classroom seat limit. This causes me much irritation.
In all of these things, I have found out something about myself that I didn't know before. I suppose that means...I'm ready to become an adult? I don't really know. I'm going to be able to legally get married, watch porn, buy tobacco products, play the lottery... move out... It just seems like there's so much stuff out there and I'm excited, but I'm also really nervous about how my life is going to turn out. 

Here's to being more dedicated (in many things).