Please Handle With Care

Sorry for the lack of posts... Finals were killer, but that's another story indeed. So at the end of November I went to try and give blood. Try being the operative word. So I go in, and everything is going well until she tries to stick the needle in. The needle goes in, and I'm feeling ok, things are going pretty normal. Then I start to feel a little bit of pressure on my arm. Hmmm. I look over and expect to see the blood coming out of my arm into the tube; routine blood donation. However there is one minor issue. No blood in sight. I then hear the nurse say: "Oops..." Not exactly what I want to hear when she is dealing with my body and needles. So I casually ask her what happened. She punctured the side of my vain. I look over again, and see a very large bubble growing under my skin. "Don't worry, that's just where all of the blood is pooling." Oh, good. No worries at all. She was like, "I'm really sorry, you will have a lot of bruising." That's fabulous. Well, it was a great bruise, and a cool story. The best part of the whole experience would have to be in the interview where they ask you what your name is like eight times. They asked me what gender I was; it took me a little off guard. I responded "Male...no...I mean female." Awkward!! It was pretty funny. Just be careful when you give blood. Say the right gender, and don't ever let them say oops. Let's handle with care people. So these ugly pictures are of me dead because of the evil Red Cross Nurse. (No feelings of animosity at all...) It's fine.

Rosebud

So basically I'm allergic to Idaho. You laugh, but just wait. Here is the story. So a few weeks ago I had this really annoying cough. I had lost my voice, and it was just terribly inconvenient. Well, one night after Wait Until Dark, it got slightly worse. And by slightly I mean lack of oxygen.... I was at Mary's apartment and just couldn't stop coughing. It kept getting worse, and I started wheezing. I pretended it was of no importance, but based on the noises I was making, Mary was not convinced. She called my Papa Will, who is in fact an EMT, and he walked her through what I was going through. I could hear everything that he was saying because the volume on my phone was up so high. This did nothing to help the traumatizing anxiety attack that I was apparently experiencing. I started to breathe into a bag; that was fun. It was so scary. I'm not gonna lie. Seriously, when you can't get any air into your lungs, it makes you a little worried. I was crying, which made everything worse...it was great. Mary kept asking me if she needed to call 911. I had her convinced that I would be okay until I informed her that I was very dizzy and couldn't really feel my legs...Details. So we called the paramedics and they rushed over. Meanwhile, I was being scared to death. I was trying to calm myself down, and breathe, but all I could think about was: "I can' die!! I have to write my talk tomorrow!!" Not the best thought process to be running through your mind when you are having a terrible anxiety attack. It didn't help that I was worried about having to go to the hospital. Seriously tough, I had so many thoughts running through my head, none of which did anything to calm my nerves. So while we were waiting for the nice paramedics to show up with the oxygen, my friends David and Matt came over and gave me a blessing. It helped a lot. Of course, I always bawl like a baby when I get a blessing...so that did not help my cause. So while we were waiting for the paramedics to show up, everyone was crowded around me like I was on my death bed. (Rightly so) It really frustrated me though, because I hate that helpless feeling. So I, being my usual self tried to lighten the mood with jokes. Unfortunately, when ever I tried to speak, I sounded like a vacuum with Asama. So that was no good, especially because I had such witty comments in my head!! They were good ones too! Of course now I can't remember them because I'm pretty sure that I killed some brain cells. But I remember them being good, and me being very angry that I couldn't be funny while I was dying. Finally the paramedics came. By that time I was almost going to pass out. It was pretty bad. I was so out of it. They were moving me around, and I couldn't tell if they were putting me on a stretcher or not. They kept asking me questions. I was like, "Hello! It's a little hard to breathe right now!! Don't ask me what my name is!!" They hooked me up to the oxygen tank, and I finally was able to breathe somewhat normally again. They took my blood, and hooked me up to all of these machines and cords, and basically checked every thing possible. (Okay, that was a little exaggerated, but lets just say that they were very thorough.) The head paramedic man told me about all of these numbers that were somehow relevant to my breathing. I don't remember. I didn't quite grasp it all then. Finally I was normal enough that they said they could leave. I was slightly glad. It was a very exciting night. Mary quarantined me to her apartment that night and all the next day until I had to go to the show that night. It was quite the adventure. So, to all those who say that this place is good and healthy, please bless that you pass this story on. I thank you for your time.

In a Few Moments Time

I promise that I have not died in Rexburg, although I do in fact have a story about that... Anyways- things have been crazy here... Midterms and all that! But the play is over, and so in a few moments time, I will get a minute to write down all of my exciting adventures here in Rexburg, Idaho!! (I'm not gonna lie, some of the stories are pretty sweet. Just you wait.)

Happy Halloween!!

Be yourself!!

Wait Until Dark

I'm the Dramaturg for Wait Until Dark. It's amazing! My first semester here, and I am already involved in a major production. It's so much fun. I am in my element again. It's great. It's a little crazy, because we have put this entire production together in about a month. We open next Wednesday. I'm so excited. Oh, so maybe I should mention what it is that I actually do. I am the Dramaturg. Yes, that is a real term. I do all of the research for the play. Let me give you a run down of what happens.

Actor: I have no idea what this means...Emmilie?!

Emmilie: I'll look it up.

Actor: Yeah, I have no clue. Just let me know what it means.

Emmilie: Ten, Four good buddy!

More or less. It's so much fun; but it really is hard work. The play is set in the late 1960's and things have changed slightly since then. One of the things I got to do was make a map of New York, mainly Greenwich Village. I had to plot out where the apartment, studio, drug store, and police station was. It was pretty cool. A little challenging, but fun. I also made program notes about the original production and the Playwright. I had to go through old Newspaper archives to find reviews from the original run's opening night. It was really interesting. I love doing this stuff. I do wish I could do some acting, but hey- this isn't bad for my fist semester. Not bad at all. I am so excited to open. It is such a scary show, and our leads are amazing!! It creeps me out every time!! Here are some pictures of the show. No, sadly, my ghetto camera did not take them. So sorry to get your hopes up. Anyway-

This is Sam and Suzy Hendrix. She is blind. Very important to know.

Suzy and her little neighbor, Gloria. This little girl has more sass than anyone I've ever met in my life. Holy St. Francis!

The bad guys. Carlino, Mike, and Harry Roat, Jr. They are so creepy. Especially Roat. Those glasses and black coat always creep me out just a tad...

Harry Roat Jr. He is such a talented actor. I love watching him act, he is amazing. He scares me to death every night, but he is great at it!! The last scene is the best.

Suzy, looking particularly scared with a match. This is one of the coolest parts of the show. Everything is completely dark. You can only see the action from the light of the match. Ah! Brilliant!

Roat. I told you he was creepy!!

Yep- That's pretty much what I've been doing for the last month. It's been great. I'll be sad once it's over, but then I can actually start meeting people again!! (That's the only down side...) I'm excited, because we have sold out every show. This will be amazing!!

The Testing Center...Of Doom

Right, so I have had four exams thus far in my first month here at BYU-I, and each one of them have been in the Testing Center. I must say that I do in fact have great feelings of animosity towards this building. It is actually quite unnerving in there. I would like to compare it to a Nazi Concentration camp. You may laugh, or gasp, but nonetheless. If you only saw it, you would feel the same. It really is like a prison. There is only one way in. No doors out. If that doesn't scream impending doom at you, I don't know what does. So you go in the one-way-doors, praying desperately, and climb a very steep set of stairs in silence. You then stand in line; silently. Everyone is sending each other covert looks; it's as though all of us in that chamber of death are trying to see if the other victims are having the same thoughts. "Where are the gas chambers?" You then proceed into the office area, where they give you a change of clothes, and a scrap of bread. Just kidding!! They swipe your card, and access all of your information. Slightly creepy. They then demand to know if your cell phone is off. You stammer nervously that it is indeed off, and then they tell you what you can use on your test. It is a little intimidating. Your mind goes blank..."Do I actually have a #2 pencil on me?!" "What?! No graphing calculators?!" Are common thoughts that weigh heavily on your mind. You are then given your test, and are wished good luck as you walk down the silent, white, and eerie corridor. You enter a very large room with about 100 desks. All of the walls are white. At the very front of the room, is a large picture of Jesus. That is your only hope. It really is like a prison. It's terrifying! I promise I have not exaggerated on any of this! It's so weird. I dread finals. No doubt I will be trapped in there, wishing that in a little bit, I may see the sun again.

The Big Game

So Mary and I went to the first football game of the season. It was great! Mary and I are hard core BYU-I football fans! Okay- so there really isn't a team here at BYU-I. I totally tricked all of you. We have like nine different teams up here. Mary and I went to the first game on Thursday night. It was...anticlimactic. We got there two minutes before the game ended. We didn't know who to cheer for, so that was slightly awkward. I knew that my friend David was playing that night, but I didn't know what number he was, so I couldn't tell if he was playing or not. I didn't even know what his team was called. I didn't want to cheer for the other team, the Wolverines, because that weird kid that I dated, Andrew, know as Steve, was on it. When I was dating Steve he kept telling me that I was going to be out there with a big sign that said "Go 22!!!!" My initial response, was, "Ahem, yeah right..." Needless to say, I broke Steve's heart, and feel absolutely no remorse about it. That is another story. It is rather funny, so if you want to hear it, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Anyways, back to the game. It was sort of fun. Mary and I had the attitude of, "It's Rexburg, what else is there to do?!" So after our hard core work out we went and cheered on our school. See Kristen, we do to have sports here! There may even be a team called the Bears. I will call them Cozmo, and think of you fondly. Stay tuned for more exciting sports updates!!

Potato Harvesting

I had my first Idaho experience the other night!! It has always been a dream of mine...not really. But, it was interesting to see how fascinated some people are with potatoes. They are so proud of their spuds!! Okay, so I don't want you to get the idea that I just wander into potato fields for fun. It was a ward activity. Our First Councler is a potato farmer. He was trying to convince us how cool potatoes were. I thought it was kind of a loosing battle. Okay. Let's get into the goods.

Check out all of these spuds! This is what was called the cellar. It can hold 80,000 one-hundred pound bags of potatoes. That is pretty crazy; not gonna lie. It was kind of cool; but I don't think that I would be able to stand the smell of dirt and potatoes all of the time.

This is me and the spuds. I really don't know why they call them spuds... Don't I look so cool with all of those potatoes in the back of me? I could be a potato model.

This is Courtney looking like a babe behind the spuds.

Tasty!!

This is me, harvesting those spuds! It may or may not have been staged... Do with that what you will.

Down Town Rexburg

So I learned about oxymoron's this week, and "Down Town Rexburg" was one of the examples given. HA! Down town consisted of one street. One small street. I miss the city. I really do love the campus, but I really do hate Rexburg. I know, I'm a sinner, but it's the truth. Anyway, we went to Rexburg Unplugged last weekend. It was pretty cool. I guess. All they played were country songs. That was...well, not surprising. I did find a job, kind of. I'm going to donate plasma. It's thirty bucks every time I do it, and I can do it 2 times a week. According to my calculations, that is roughly 60 bucks. (I learned about that in Math 100B!!) That was cool. It was nice to walk around off campus...(okay, so I'm trying to look for the positives, and that about as far as I can stretch it.) I did get to go with some of my favorite people though. Mary was there, and Aimee, and my roommate, Courtney. All in all, it was fun. We found a sweet bagel shop and got a frozen hot chocolate. No complaints there. Here are some pictures of the exciting Down Town Rexburg!!

This was the band. They were pretty good. Except they were "plugged" all of that "unplugged" business was utter nonsense.

This is pretty much it. Rexburg. woot...

I really like this picture. This is me with the key. I think he hold the key to my heart.

These are dear friends. Mary, Aimee and Courtney. I miss you Kristen! I love you!!

So that was my exciting trip to the city. It really was fun, and I hope I didn't sound too bitter. You do what you can. I'll be sure to keep you up to date with all of the other fun and exciting things that happen on by trips to the city!!

Hello Family!!

Hey guys!! I love you and miss you so much! I hope you had a great night. I really enjoyed having Family Home Evening with you tonight! I love you! Remember, don't kiss any fish, don't eat any bugs, and don't ever get in a fight with a guy with a rake!! Love you!!

To Thine Own Self True

Right, so I really wanted a pet. The only thing I can have is a fish. So, me, Mary, Aimee, and Courtney went to Walmart hoping to find an ample amount of feeder fish. The only ones they had were lame little guppies. I could have gotten like fifty of them, but they would have become unruly. So i decided that I would get an indestructible fish... introducing the BETA!!! His name is Ophelia; yes, he is gay. At first I thought he was kind of like Nemo because he didn't have a right fin to begin with. He does now, but I really don't know how that all works. He plays dead a lot too. But, he is an interesting little fish, and I enjoy his company. He is also the butt of many jokes. It's fine. It is a little ironic because Ophelia does in fact drown...

I like food. Food is nice.

So, I am learning that I do in fact know how to cook a lot more than I thought I did. Apart from those terrible cookies last Sunday I have done pretty well. I guess I picked up more knowledge from my mom than I thought I did. I made dinner every night my first week here. I made mac and cheese (okay, so that doesn't really count, but I thought I should still add it to my repertoire.) I made Cesar salad, pancakes, eggs, muffins, chocolate chip cookies, more chocolate chip cookies, and tonight I am going to make salad again for Sunday night dinner. We are having a bunch of people come over for dinner. Last time I made Cesar salad, I may or may not have put to little lettuce it. It might have had a very strong garlic taste to it. This time I will be sure to put in enough lettuce!

This is the kitchen where all of the magic happens. You do what you can.

This is me eating my fabulous Cesar salad. I was so proud!!

This is Courtney. She made the Pasta Alfredo. (It was out of a can, but still tasted good, nonetheless.)

New Apartment

I moved in! It is great. However, we do not have Internet access until Tuesday. So, I decided that I will just copy and paste all of my posts onto one big post. College life is fun. And I really like my roommates. I don’t really know them, but they seem really nice. I get along really well with my roommate that shares a room with me. Her name is Courtney. I really like her. She likes theatre too, so we get along pretty well. And, she won’t want to kill me if I play some show tunes. That's her up at the top. Isn't she cute? She is way sweet too. Okay, next we have my lovely desk. I promise that it really doesn't look that way now, but then it was pretty scary. I definitely brought way too much stuff with me. Oh well. I''ll post more pictures of what it really looks like later. Then, we have my oh so glamorous bed. It's so ghetto; just like everything else that I own. It fits in... I do like my room. I spent the whole last week studying in it... I really need to branch out a little bit. My other roommates are named Dani and Natalie. They are best friends, and are from Texas. They are pretty funny, and really outgoing. I figure that this will be good for me to meet new people. We met like all the boys in our ward last week with the help of Dani. It's all good. So, that is pretty much stage one of my new life here in Rexburg!! Oh my what fun!!

The Long and Winding Road

Oh my goodness! I’m am on my way to school right now! I cannot wait! I am so excited. I cannot believe that it is really here. That I am actually driving up to college to start my new life. This is so exciting, and I can’t believe that it is finally here. I am loving this so much. It feels so weird. I’m not gonna lie. I will copy and paste this onto my blog. I don’t in fact have internet in the truck right now, so I will post this later. Ha! This is amazing!

Move, Move, Move On Outta My Life

Moving! It's pretty exciting, not gonna lie. I have started packing, and well, my entire room is practically packed. It is weird because I have to not only pack up my stuff for college, but also pack up the rest of my stuff to go to Arizona. It is pretty weird. I took some pictures, because I wanted to try out my new camera. And, like most things I own, it will become the butt of many jokes. But that is alright. What would my life be like without laughter. Indeed, it would be tragic. Anyways- let's look, shall we? Okay, so to our right we have a terrible picture of me. It is the only one I have. And, my camera is cheap, so it doesn't have the anti-shake thing going on. That's why it's so fuzzy. Just for the record. Alright, lets move on to some pictures of the room. They are like those pictures of a flower that is in bloom. It changes with each picture. Does that make any sense? If not just remember that I am operating on little sleep, and a lot of stress....Moving right along.

Right, so I'm still trying to figure out how to make the pictures to go where I want them to and the writing to go where I want. Hopefully the desired format will follow. I really hope so. Maybe I'll just ask my blogger wise friend Mary...

So more on the subject of moving. I will be leaving on Saturday morning, nice and early so that I can check into my apartment at BYU-I bright and early. I want to get there as soon as I can so that I can hopefully not be the last one in of my roommates. I don't want to get all the extra stuff. I want to try and have a say in where I sleep. That would be preferable. I'm really excited though, and can't wait. Two days left!! Of course I will miss my family. I love them! So of course I will miss them, I'm just ready for this new adventure to start. I can't wait to meet and make new friends. Hopefully I can meet some really attractive guy in my Astronomy class that can help me through the class. Don't get me wrong, I won't be playing the Damsel in Distress card, but sometimes I'm just stupid and need help. Hee Hee!! No really though, I hope there is a hot guy to help me out. That's all. Then, if I could find an attractive man in my "Math in the Real World" class, life would be good. I have high hopes. I'm so excited to have a social life again! All I have done all summer is work. Which is good, but now it is time to talk to people again. Luckily I had two of my favorite people help me through the weekends that I wasn't working this summer. It was good.

Returning to point A, moving will be good. It is so weird to see all of these boxes in my room, and thinking that I will be loading them onto my Dad's truck tomorrow night to move...so weird! But exciting all the same. I will be sure to keep you posted on all my adventures on actually moving; not just talking about it.

Work

Today was my last day of work!! Woot! I haven't been so happy in a long time. But, I will really miss all of the people there. But, it is time to move on. I know it was very lame that I have to use these pictures, but this is the best that I've got.

It was so beautiful that I almost wept. Almost. I was a hostess there. The hostess with the Mostess.

Okay, so that is in fact from a musical, I don't remember which one, but a musical nonetheless. When I move down to Arizona after my first semester at BYU-I, I will be a server. That will be fun. I really do like working in a resturant. You meet the most intersenting people. They are quite fascinating. Some of them are quite mean, but most of them are quite fascinating. That's all. The End.

People Who Need People

I just had an annoyingly bad day at work, and have decided to vent about it just a little bit. I have decided that I do in fact hate people who refuse to be happy...ever. That's all. I have the lovely job of working with cranky hungry people. that's the worst ever. Some people find it absolutely impossible to be pleasant in any situation. People have to complain about everything. It's too small; it's too big; it's too cold; it's too hot; there's too much; there's not enough. Alright, suck it up Goldilocks. That's all I have to say. It does have it's perks. I'm not gonna lie. I get to meet some of the most unique, and flat out weird people on the face of this earth. If I ever get the chance to write a play again, I will have some great character ideas. That's all. I'm done. I'm better now. Thank you for your time. Come eat at Red Robin, and don't complain!

The Playground

So once upon a time, I graduated from high school. It was a joyous occasion, and everyone wore purple and silver in my honor. Anyways- after the ceremony, my best friends and I went to the park. I was slightly tired, and did in fact act like a toddler. It was nice though to have no worries and lots of caffeine in me. We played on the swings, and the slide. I also got to do my awkward fingers and sneak up on the unsuspecting victims. That was the night I became a Ninga. It just happened. I have no control over it really. Sometimes it just happens. (Not so often anymore though because I cut my hair and can no longer do Ninga Hair.) We also went to Artic Circle and drank more caffeine so that we could stay up for the entire Graduation party. It was very fun. Especially the part where KristEn shoved her fist in her mouth.

The End

Epilogue: So basically everyone knows this story. I just wanted to tell it so that I could add pictures to a story and see how it looks on my page. That's all. Love you guys!!

Reprise

Here are the pictures that re supposed to be attacted to the last blog... Sorry I forgot to press some weird little button

Friends

I love my friends. They are the coolest ever. Not gonna lie, I could not have gotten through these past four years without them. I love them so freakin' much!! I remember the first week of school, wanting to be Mary's friend SO badly. And now here we are. I remember when I asked KristEn to go to the Academy Awards party with me. And now here we are. KristEn is in Provo and Mary will be going to Idaho with me. It is so weird that we are now going to college together. I still can't get over the fact that we are leaving for college. It all seems so surreal. I know I have said that about fifty times in the past two days, but alas. Here we go. One of my favorite things to do is watch cheesy movies with my darling friends. I think the top five cheesy movies that we have watched would have to be: (drum roll please): 5. What a Girl Wants 4. The Perfect Man 3. Pride and Prejudice (LDS) 2. Sleepover 1. Just My Luck. If any of you have any dissagrements, please post a comment. I would love to be reminded of what other really cheesy movies we have watched. I am going to post some pictures, and I want all of you to pay close attention. We are always in the same position. It always goes Mary, KristEn, and then me. It is so weird! But that is what defines our friendship. The consistancy of it all. I love it! I will keep you updated with lots of pictures. I'll try to tell cool stories. That's all. I love you guys!!

Time

I have been thinking a lot lately. About many things. Life mostly, and how much it is changing. It is so weird to think that this time next week, I will be living on my own, in my apartment, in Idaho. It is so weird. The whole thing feels a little surreal. People expect me to be grown up? What the heck is that all about? I have all of these random feelings. I don't know what I am supposed to feel like though. It is insanely weird. I don't think it will fully sink in until this time next week, when I am un-packing with three strangers. Oh man, I really hope that my roommate doesn't snore...

Camera!

Guess what?! I bought a digital camera! It is basically way cool. The problem is...I don't exactly know how to use it. That could be a little bit difficult. I will just have to read my owners manuel like a real life nerd. It's cool though. It will mean that I am high tech. The camera brings me joy. The cool part is, I can post pictures on my blog, and on my website! I can take pictures of my life, and tell my friends about them. It's pretty cool I guess. Just kidding. It's way cool. This way I can keep my friends up to date with all of my day to day activities. Okay, so maybe not day to day, but a recent account nonetheless.

I Want College

So basically I am here with my friend in her apartment, and I want to go to mine so badly... I I can't wait. It seems fun. That is all. I just hope that my roommates don't eat me.