Friday, December 26, 2008

Many A Life Decision

So Obama is our President. I've already blogged about this, I know it's kind of old news, but I have a point, I promise. It's fine. He is all about change, right? Answer=yes. So I am changing my mind left and right today. It's kind of annoying, but alas. We all have to have our add moments. Right? So anyways, I changed my mind. Instead of marrying a prince, I want to marry an Aussie. Or a Brit. On my flight to Salt Lake, I sat across from three highly attractive men. But wait, it gets better. After dazzling me with their looks, they whipped out their charm once more, and spoke some blessed unintelligible words. But those unintelligible words were in fact glorious. They had fantastic accents that did in fact make me swoon in my seat. I tried to discreetly lean as far as I could into the aisle, you know, and still practice my ninja-like stealth, just to hear them speak better. It was marvelous, and I made another highly important life decision. I must marry a foreigner. Preferably one from Australia or Great Britain. Although I could settle for a German, or an Irish man. I'm flexible. Oh, and he too has to be rugged and dress the part. Oh, and for the record, I apparently like facial hair on Aussies? I'll take it. They were glorious. Simply glorious. Amen. 

Another major life decision was made as I made the ever exciting decent from the escalator in terminal 1 into the baggage claim. Oh the thrill... No, but I decided two things. One: someday when I grow up, I want to fly somewhere, and be greeted with a bright yellow sign, greeting me home, and a huge bundle of balloons. That's really all I want. Is that too much to ask? Oh, and to marry an Aussie. Two: I decided that one time when I arrive in style, I want a man (an attractive one, preferable and Aussie who is in fact rugged...) ahem, a man dressed in a black suit to greet me with a sign that says my name, waiting to take me away somewhere grand in a black Mercedes or something. Too over the top? I didn't mention the part about the gospel choir in the background singing "Ode to Emmilie" It's a big hit; look it up. 

There were several other dreams and decisions that occurred today, but the vision of my very own rugged Aussie has clouded the rest from my mind. So for now, I will just think of my very own Hugh, and smile. A lot. Thank you, and goodnight. 

SkyHarbor International

Airports are curious places with curious people. They are filled with families, friends, colleagues, and lovers all being reunited. It is a place of love, and fond memories. "Remember that time that Aunt Ruth spilled the soda all over herself, and the newborn?" Timmy says to his brother Tommy. "Oh yeah! I forgot about that one!" Shouts Tommy in reply. And then Aunt Ruth walks through the terminal, and Timmy and Tommy are with her once again to make some more sweet memories. Airports are full of moments like that, and I love to watch them. I guess some could call it stalking; I call it love. There are always the awkward couples that you see, and mentally cringe because of the awkwardness of it all. However, I tend to embrace the awkward, because it just reminds me of myself, and gives me a glimpse of what my future is sure to look like. Hello, awkward. Then you have the family who is going home from vacation in exotic Mesa, Arizona, who now all need a vacation from each other. They are always fun to watch. So as I board Delta Flight 1606 scheduled for arrival into Salt Lake Airport at 3:45, I make a vow to always and forever go a people watching while inside an airport. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas Wishes

So I am watching Iron Man with my family, and I just decided something. When I grow up, well, when I age a little bit more... (For I shall never grow up! Never!!) I decided that I want my own team of screenwriters to always be there to back me up. That way, when I am a damsel in distress, I can always say something charming and winning that is sure to make the handsome man fall in love with me. Or, when I am the belle of the ball, I can say something witty and then always be surrounded by charming people. Or, when in a high pressure situation where my life is tragically on the line, I can say something to ease the tension. Or when there is one hard core cocky man, and can dish out my fair share of sarcasm. With the help of my screenwriters, who coincidentally with all be dressed in matching jump-suits, I can always be quick on my feet. I think that it's a brilliant plan. That way, when I "grow up" I can be great like Pepper Pots, or the narrator from A Christmas Story, or any of Emma Thompson's characters, or Elizabeth Bennet, or you know, any greatly written character. Such is my dream. Thank you, and goodnight. 

And to All a Goodnight

Merry Christmas, dear readers. I hope that all of your holiday wishes came true. Indeed. I just have to tell you all how much I love and appreciate you. You all have made my life better, and I am grateful for your friendship. And I like you. Amen. 

This Christmas, I have been able to offer service to a family in need. It was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life, and I was so grateful for the joy I was able to bring into their lives. I was so grateful for this service.  I am so grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life, and for the things and the lessons that it teaches me daily. I am grateful for my wonderful family, and for the good times we are able to share. I'm so grateful that I can laugh with them, and love them. I'm grateful for the memories, and the bonds that we share. 

So pass the eggnog around, pop in A Christmas Story, play with that new toy, jam to that new CD, fall in love with that new romantic comedy, and spend some time with the fam. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Thursday, December 18, 2008

So, I'm Pretty Sure I Love Fictional Men

As you probably have gathered by now, I am not a huge fan of any kind of weather that is not sunny and warm. Indeed. However, there are some perks that can be found from such miserable and disgusting weather. I am a sucker for getting warm, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, and reading a good book. This little love of mine brings me to another confession. I know, I know, I'm full of those lately. I just have to get it all off my chest. I love fictional men. Sometimes more than real-live men. I belong to the group on Facebook called, "So I'm pretty sure I love fictional men." It's kind of a problem. Is that bad? You may laugh; you may mock; you may roll your eyes in my general direction, but just hear me out.

  1. Pride and Prejudice. Hello? This is by far my favorite book of all time. Mr. Darcy?! Answer=YES!! I love him!! I love how much he cares for Elizabeth, and how he just longs to be with her! He is the greatest ever, and is perhaps my first love. I also will forever have a soft spot in my heart for Charles Bingly. Oh, yes.
  2. Emma. This is a tough one. I can't decide who I love more. Mr. Knightly or Darcy. Why the moral dilemma? Well...Mr. Knightly is just plain good! He is a charming person that you can't help but love. But I loved Darcy first, and I must be true to my heart.
  3. Sense and Sensibility. Yes, I love Colonel Brandon. He is so persistent. And delightful. And tender. And caring. And wonderful. Oh, how I love him.
  4. Wuthering Heights. Okay, so I will be the first to admit that in real life, Heathcliff is not exactly the type of man I would bring home to meet my parents. It's fine. But I can still have a super secret spy crush on him. It's fine. The thing I love most about Heathcliff is how much he loved Catherine. He is terribly proud, but the passion, and the love that he has is incredible. It is an incredible part to read when she dies...oh, my heart almost wept. The language is beautiful. Read it!
  5. Twilight. Team Edward. All the way. Really, what more can I say about a beautiful, charming, and gentleman-like vampire. I mean really, what more could you want??
  6. Hamlet. I will forever and ever have a crush on Hamlet. He is terribly brilliant, and I love him.
  7. Cyrano de Bergerac. Okay, so the nose is a bit big, but he is wonderful! I love him too.
  8. And for some inexplicable reason, Edmond Dantes from the Count of Monte Cristo.

There you have it. The inner-workings of my soul. I hope you enjoy it. And next time it snows, or rains, or slushes, grab a book and fall in love again. Thank you, and goodnight.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Trove of Treasures/Crap

So today I started the always daunting task of unpacking. But this was an interesting experience. I packed these boxes over a year and a half ago. So it was a party and a half. I cranked up the tunes, and had a dance party...for one...sad. And I danced it out and unpacked. And Holy St. Francis. Let me tell you. I have so much crap. Had so much crap. Now I just have some crap and three huge garbage bags full of junk. Good thing my family moved that crap around with them. See what happened was this: I had to pack up all of my crap for college before I moved out. Pretty much everyone does. However, my family was at that point in the process of moving to Arizona, so all the rest of my crap had to be boxed up and they got to take it to Arizona with them. Aren't they so lucky!! So today I finally unpacked it all. And what a blast from the past it was. Holy crap.

I found my Thespian sweater, and do in fact refuse to take it off. It is pretty much the coolest thing...ever. I found my old high school dance pictures. They were really funny to look at, and remember how important all of it seemed at the time. Mostly it was a lot of awkwardness. But I still liked it. I found all of my theatre stuff, and random notes from friends. I forgot how big of a part Nate was in my high school experience. I missed him a lot today, and planned to write to him, but we'll see how that one goes... I found all of my books!!! That was a happy day!! I kept unpacking Disney stuff, and it just reaffirmed the fact that I was made to work in the happiest place on earth!! I found an old journal too. That was great. I read a little bit of it, and just laughed out loud. I wish I could go back to those problems! My life was great in High School!! Oh, nostalgia.

So it kind of hit me, that the next time I move all of this crap will probably be when I move into my own place, or get married or something. That was kind of weird. My husband is going to think I'm slightly nuts with all of the theatre crap that I have. Oh well... I think it's kind of funny.

But most importantly, I have learned that I was far more of a pack-rat in High School than I am now. Thank goodness. Now I just throw the junk away. Exhibit A: the three overflowing Extra-Duty garbage bags outside my door. Thank you, and goodnight.

Ode to Doom

Alright, so I have been meaning to write this for a while. It's my therapy. On October 12th, 2007, I wrote a little blog about the Testing Center of BYU-Idaho. It was aptly named The Testing Center...of Doom. That was in my young an impressionable days, when I only tested there. Now, the tides of fate have changed, and I find myself working there. What has become of the world? Oh, yeah, it's controlled by money. How foolish of me to forget. I would now like to expand upon that little thought... the doom one that is, and how the Testing Center is full of it.

So I was poor, and when that happens, people do desperate things. I applied at the Testing Center. It was terrifying. I seriously thought that the lady interviewing me was going to kill me. She told me how rough this job was. I figured that lots of other people work there, so I could do it to. No big deal. Then she pointed out how immodest I was in my modest clothing. She told me how tight my loose-fitting shirt was, and that my back fat poked out. Thank you, oh so much for that one. Way to welcome your new employees. Then I took a filing test, you know to see if I could work under pressure. Nothing like filing to cause stress and anxiety... Anyways I passed, and was offered an invitation to train. Not work mind you, train. After a week and a half of intense training, coupled with many emotional break-downs, I got the job.

I began to notice that my managers really were Nazis. And it frightened me. For Halloween this year all of the employees wanted to wear swastikas. And some did. They did the strangest things, and were way hard core about everything. One of the most frustrating things was their views on modesty. Now, for those of you who know me, and pretty much anyone who doesn't, you can tell that I am a modest dressing person. I don't even own immodest clothing. I am pretty good about not looking like a skank, thank you very much. However, without fail, once a week I would get busted for being immodest. That was great. The best one was when they told me I was immodest after just coming from the temple. That was a fun day. But yes, every week there was some reason that I would get in trouble. It started to become the joke among all of my fellow employees. I would wear a jacket, because guess what, it is freakin' cold in there, and Dallin would like to point out that, "Oh, guys, watch it, Emmilie had to cover up again. Pray for her." I was cold!!!!!! That was fun. Also fun was the day that they told me my floor length skirt was too immodest. That was great. Oh, and the day that they said that my black camisole was showing under my white shirt, and was therefore immodest. A lot of times I would get in trouble, and would not be able to see why. Those were days of pure awesomeness.

Luckily, I got to work with some cool peeps. Eric was my favorite to work with, because we would pretty much joke around the whole time. We even had a secret handshake. That was the coolest. Ever. Word. Proctoring was death, and it was always dangerous because I almost fell on someone every time! It was a big problem. It was so bloody boring, one is almost certain to die of boredom. However, I would play games. One of my favorite games was the Attractive Game. I would rate all the guys that came in on a scale of 1 to 10 based on how attractive they were. They would get points for their shoes, if I liked their hair, where they bought their clothes, if their clothes actually looked good, if they smelled good, what kind of test they were taking, and if they looked like they had a good sense of humor. You were disqualified if you had a wedding ring on. Those men are no use to me. And let me tell you, there were some real winners...holy crap. Amen. So pretty much what I am saying is that the Testing Center makes you resort to practically staking people. Oh the joys.

So now that I work there, I get to see the doom from the flip side. Oh, and I get to be a source of doom for people. Great, that was exactly what I was hoping to do. I just try to be really nice when I am handing people their fate in test form. But you better watch it... my managers have started this new thing called, "Let's Bust People For Being Too Happy." For real. And considering my modesty track record, I don't think I can afford to get busted for happiness. Thank you, and goodnight.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Weather or Not

Emmilie is in beautiful Arizona. The Arizona that has the reputation for always being sunny and happy. Bright and beautiful. Hot and dry. The temperature for tomorrow is going to be a warm 61 degrees, with light rain. Thursday is going to be a little cooler at 54 degrees, with AM showers. Friday, it's going to warm up as the sun comes out; it will be a lovely 61 degrees again with no chance of precipitation. Doesn't that sound perfect for mid-December weather? Oh, it is, but guess what?! That's for freakin' Phoenix!!! Guess where I am?? Freakin' Prescott!!! Where it snowed all day long!!! awesome. Let's take a little look-see at the forecast for Prescott, shall we? Tomorrow there is a 100% chance of snow, with a high of a whopping 35 degrees. Thursday will have a high of 34 with some snow showers in the morning. Then on Friday, things are going to be warming up to 40, so grab the Bermuda shorts folks, it's a heat wave.

Okay, so really after being in freezing Rexburg I should really have no room to complain. But let me admit you entrance into my mind for one little moment in time. The only thing that got me through that week and a half in Rexburg that was insanely cold (Yes, it was only a week. Eat it.) Was the knowledge that I was only a matter of days away from going to hot and dry Arizona. However, Arizona apparently missed the memo about the hot and dry part. What the St. Francis?! So instead of the warm, blissful Arizona I had been planning and hoping for, I am back to freezing. At least there is not that wretched Rexburg wind that likes to blow from all directions at the same time! I mean, as fun as that is...

However, it is really interesting watching native Arizonians reactions to this weather, especially after having just come from Iceburg, oh, I mean Rexburg. This morning, I drove Cooper to seminary...early. And the weather was rather craptastic. I won't lie. But nothing that couldn't be handled with caution. I mean freak, I drove in it. It couldn't have been that bad. But people were freaking out! They were driving so slow! It was kind of funny, actually. The schools had a minor panic attack too. They delayed the start of school two hours because of the snow. It wasn't even a raging blizzard. It was just some yucky snow. I guess I am slightly cynical because I grew up in Utah, and some in Minnesota, where they never cancel school for such a silly thing as snow. Then I decide to go to school in Idaho where the roads close, but the school doesn't. (Wrap your head around that one...) I just though it was a fun little culture thing... Bless the Arizonians. Aren't they cute. And for now, I guess I will just continue to freeze my nose hairs off with the rest of them.

Oh, and just so you know, the high for Orlando tomorrow is going to be 83. Thank you, and goodnight.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Fa la la la la la la la la

Can I just say that Christmas music fills my heart with joy? Can I just say it? Because it does! Especially when our dear friends Harry, Frank and Michael sing it. They are all I want for Christmas. Okay, so that could come off as slightly awkward... but alas. It just fills my heart with a particular happiness and... whatnot. And if you are ever in need of them, go to, my other love, and make a station called Swingy Christmas. Then sit back and be happy.

I think that Christmas music is highly important in places like Arizona. The state has this thing called, no snow for Christmas. Which most of the time, the whole no snow things is awesome, but for Christmas, you need snow! So just curl up, listen to Michael Buble sing about letting it snow, and just smile with me. Thank you, and goodnight.

Shuttle of Death

Confessions of Emmilie Buchanan take 122,853,938,271,639,307,182…ish:

So nothing in this known world scares me more than bad weather. Tornadoes? Check. Earthquakes? Check. Floods? Check. Fires? Check. Thunderstorms? CHECK CHECK CHECK!!!!! I hate bad weather!!! Just had to get that off my chest… It just really stresses me out, and may or may not make me think that the world is coming to an end right at that very moment, and my life is just minutes away from ending. It’s not a good scene. No bueno. And guess what? Blizzards fall into the category of bad weather. And guess what else? I live in Rexburg. Oh, and also guess what… It’s WINTER TIME!!!! That equals lots of blizzards in the Burg of Rex. That’s fine. The farmers need the moisture and all the rest of that crap, but I would really appreciate it if it could happen after I vacate the premises… Well… in true Emmilie fashion, no such luck.

On Saturday night, around…late… it started to snow. And there was much rejoicing had by all who are not me. However, that little bit of snow progressed into an intense storm. That was fun. But my heart was at ease. Classes were done, and all of my crap was inside the storage unit where it belonged. Thank goodness. But, the snow did this thing called “keep snowing.” It snowed all night long, naturally resolving in a few inches that greeted me in the morning. Oh, and it had also turned into a raging blizzard by 8:00 when I got up to finish my white glove. Oh, and the power was out. That was a nice little panic attack- especially because I had a date at noon that I had to look smokin’ hot for… so power was slightly necessary. I suppose it was also necessary because I had to vaccum my floor in order to pass clean checks… But you know, priorities. It’s fine. So after a slight moment of no breathing and panic, I stopped looking out at the swirling white abyss outside of my window, and called my mom. That’s my rule. When things are going to crap, you call mom. Without fail. So I told her the concerns of my heart. These concerns included getting stuck in a snowstorm on the way to the airport and dying. You know me, always putting people at ease. She went over the necessary precautions that I should take, but I was still freaking out. I was so worried that I would not make it to the airport on time. I did in fact switch my shuttle from 6:30 to 5:00…AM!!! My flight doesn’t leave until 2:45…so that was slightly early…but whatev. I really needed to not have to worry about missing the plane. That would have been blog worthy indeed. So upon realizing that I had to be at the Hart Building at 4:45 in the morning, my heart began to panic again. I had not really slept the night before, so I was dead tired, and panic gripped my worry prone heart. I was so afraid that I was going to sleep through my alarm, and then miss the dreaded shuttle. It was what you would call an internal conflict. More or less… So my amazing roommate Marie, who agreed to drive me at the ungodly hour decided with me to pull and all nnighter!!! In retrospect… that was kind of dumb. Because as of right now at 12:49 PM, I have not slept in over 28 hours. Cool huh? But that’s besides the point. Just some fun trivia for you, dear readers.

4:45 came after 5 movies, and the personal vow to never watch Dumb and Dumber ever again in my life; so help me, so help me. Marie and I carried my 100 pounds of crap to her truck. For those of you who have never been in Rexburg in December at 4:45 in the morning… I don’t reccommed it. It’s a little nippy. Okay, so more like a lot; and it’s especially fun when you get to scrape snow out of the bed of a truck. That’s always pure awesomeness. But hey, it was 8 million times better than walking to the opposite side of campus. So I count my blessings. As should you. Just as our bodies started to feel the heat of her truck, the shuttle came. “Oh good,” I thought. “It will be nice and warm in there!” Yet in true Emmilie fasion, no such luck...

I got on the shuttle, and noticed the intense…chill. It was freezing. The kind of cold where you can’t move, and can barely even breathe. OH MY WHAT FUN!!! There was no heat on that shuttle for three hours. It was so cold I was seriously almost in tears. I couldn’t do anything. It was too cold to even sleep. Note to self: Don’t ever repeat that. It was so cold that there was ice on the INSIDES of the windows. I thought I was going to die. Luckily, after a few prayers, I was able to sleep a little bit, and woke up to a little more heat. That was the biggest blessing ever! Needless to say, when the passengers got off the shuttle, we were all still a little frozen. It took about an hour to warm back up from that fateful little ride. Oh dear. How I hate Rexburg weather with all my heart, soul, and spleen.

So I got to the airport 4 ½ hours early… so I’m just hanging out. But it’s cool, because I find the airport to be a fascinating place. All is well…except for the sudden burst of air conditioning. That’s always fun. Orlando, Orlando, Orlando, Orlando, Orlando…. Thank you, and goodnight.

DISCLAIMER: Um…sorry if this blog is kind of…shall we say, spastic? Remember the whole sleep thing, and how I have been operating without it for 29 hours now? Don’t judge harshly. Amen.

One Day When I'm Older

Today I realized that I can make all the decisions about what I want to be when I grow up from the people in the airport. They offer a ton of perspective and clarity. And considering that I am now in fact sitting in the Salt Lake Airport sipping Hot Chocolate from Starbucks, and nibbling a blueberry muffin full of delicious calories, I can decide what it is exactly that I want to do with my life.

A big-time businesswoman
An eccentric Starbucks cashier
NOT a man with a mustache
A newly-wed
A college student going home for Christmas…wait…
A grandma with a red Santa sweatshirt
A frazzled mom with almost 18 kids
A skier- a hard core skier
Careless like a five-and-a-half-year-old
A fashionable chick
A cowboy?
A mac user
A home brother
An author
The woman that pushes people in a wheelchair and gets sweet smiles from old people
NOT a janitor
A retired couple taking a much needed vacation
Cool enough to wear a Bluetooth
Brave enough to wear pinstripes or leopard print
Awesome enough to carry a walkie talkie and use and ear piece.
Young enough to color still
Smart enough to read a 2000 page novel
Green enough to recycle
Gangsta enough to get up in yo’ grill
Virtuous enough to be recognized as a Member

Indeed, I have been inspired today. And I’m pretty sure that I could achieve most of this. Some of this I may or may not avoid dearly, but alas. It is all attainable. This little exercise is good and healthy for people who don’t know what to do with their lives. Just take a stroll around the terminal, and see how you too can become the mom with 18 kids, or the man with the Bluetooth. Or hey, even the hard core skier from New Jersey. Anything’s possible.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

White Glove of Death

Alright, so I slightly hate white glove. I heart the clean, but the process of getting to said immaculate state is highly stressful. And it's a job that no one really wants to do. So what does management do? They make us their little cleaning slaves. Maybe it's their plug for getting us to be domestic. Thank you, BYU-Idaho. Anyways, the cleaning is divided up for six lucky girls. I got the lovely task of cleaning the oven and the microwave, which is better than the wretched fridge or something... It really wasn't bad at all. However, in the process of cleaning the stove, I discovered the location of the potent smell that had taken over our apartment. It was underneath the stove. It was a strong array of fish grease, pasta roni, and inexplicably, peaches. It was disgustingly awesome...hold the awesome. Thirty minutes after scrubbing, the crap was still all over the stove. Yummy!!! After a prayer, a new sponge, some disinfectant and some more elbow grease, it all came off. But I'm pretty sure I wanted to die in the process. Yet, the foul aroma that was there is now gone, hooray.

Then it was time to clean the room. I scrubbed those blinds, and was feeling pretty good about them. All was well, and all was clean. Then the RA's came around, and checked us out. However comma, in the process their Nazi sides came out. The stove had dust on it, and was therefore still dirty.... Oh, and the drawers underneath our beds were apparently not clean enough. So wipe them out again we did, and could tell no difference. But I'm sure it made them feel better on the inside. Right on, Nazi's; right on. But it is nice to live in a clean apartment again. We may or may not have gotten slightly lazy/messy/what of it, foo?

So all of my roommies but one have left but one. Her name is Marie, and she is lots of fun. What did we do today? Hung out, slept, watched What Not to Wear, slept, and watched some more movies. It was pretty sweet. We are in the process of pulling an all-nighter. She is taking me to the shuttle tomorrow morning at 4:30...AM. That's right. Be jealous. So in order to not actually miss it, we are watching the comic genius of Steve Carell, and drinking lots of caffeine. It's freakin' awesome. So for now, I will go back to Get Smart, and pumping Pepsi into my system. Thank you, and goodnight.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Achy Breaky Heart

You can tell the world you never was my roommie

You can burn my pictures when I'm gone

Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been

And laugh and joke about me on the phone

But don't break my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don't think it'd understand

And if you break my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man


Okay, so maybe a little drastic, especially in that first verse... but alas. Such is the state of my soul this Thursday night. Why this melancholy mood, you may ask dear readers... I shall elucidate. In a few days' time, I shall be traveling back to the land of Arizona. There I shall remain for a short while, to celebrate the Christmas Holidays. From there I shall continue onward to my homebodies in Utah. There we shall be reunited and commence in much merriment. For shizzle. From that great Salty place, I shall pack up all of my crap and move across the country to the land of oranges, sometimes referred to as Florida. It shall be grand, and my heart swells with excitement. However, now at this point of time in my life, my heart is swelling with sorrow. I am moving away from my amazing roommates, and I can hardly bear it. I am so sad, and did in fact have a real-live cry part today.

Mary is leaving me forever. Okay, so not. But she is transferring to BYU to change the world. I am so excited for her, and I know that she will be amazing! But this was our last chance to live together. And it was great! And I laughed. A lot. But no more. So I shall sing the sad song: "Sadness. Sad Song. S-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-d S-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ng..." (Imagine some riffing in there, and it makes the whole thing better....)

Kinsey is leaving tomorrow, and I think I shall die. It is heartbreaking. And before I die, I shall probably weep. But alas, I will be her pen pal from Florida, and I may be able to go on. Indeed. We will have Love Shack Dance Parties conference calls. Or something...

Jennifer is leaving sometime that is still being determined. And there shall be tears shed then too. Who am I going to have Angry Dance Nights with? Who shall make my heart happy like only she can? Yeah, the achy breaky one...

Laura is leaving Saturday, and that is sadness as well. Who is going to give me those hugs when things go to crap? Whatever shall I do?

Marie is hopefully staying this weekend. She can party like a rock star with me Saturday night. I will miss her humor and her fish. Okay, so maybe not so much the fish. But I still think she is the

Yes dear readers, on Sunday Morning, I am taking the shuttle of death to the Salt Lake Airport, where I shall board a flight that is to take me away from my darling roommates. And my soul is exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death. (Someone read their scriptures today...) I don't know what I will do. Weep, I suppose. Sorry for this sad, sad day. But as a sad, sad day, I felt that it needed to be treated as such. And don't fret dear readers. I shall return to my happy, and oh so slightly sarcastic self in no time. But for now, I need some time to mend my heart, my achy breaky heart. Thank you, and goodnight.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Let me paint you a picture:

  • Mission Prep
  • COMM 150 Interview
  • COMM 111 Final Presentation
  • PSYCH 341
  • Gym


  • Workin' For the Weekend
  • Buy Horton Hears a Who
  • Pack Pack Pack
  • Gym
  • Facebook
  • Blog


  • LAST Mission Prep Class
  • Work
  • Ice Cream at Hogi Yogi
  • PSYCH 341 Presentation


  • COMM 100 at 7 A-freakin'-M
  • Work
  • Cleaning
  • Gym
  • Office Party


  • Cleaning
  • Weeping
  • Saying Lots of Goodbyes
  • Moving
  • Gym

Needless to say, I have the sweetest Finals week...pretty sure...ever. Yep, ever. All I really had to do this week of a final nature was two presentations. Both of them I came up with minutes before class started. It was freak n' awesome. And now, it's 3:25 on Wednesday. I have one more class left of the whole semester. Jealous? Indeed. I kind of hate telling people this... this one girls eyes almost filled with jealous tears, and my guilt level rose about 18 points. But secretly I love it! Mostly because I was done with this semester three weeks ago... So now I'm just trying to not think about having to say goodbye to my amazing roommates. My heart will ache for weeks. And weeks. But for now, I will focus on the freedom that is in fact mine. Thank you, and goodnight.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

I Heart SLC

Once Upon a Time, I flew into Salt Lake City in much need of some Tyler Banks time. Tyler Banks is a dear friend of mine from High School. He is pretty much my one of my best Theatre peeps...pretty much ever. I love him ever so much. And when he sings, you will want to marry him, so be warned. Amen. So Tyler and I decided to go have a night on the town in Salt Lake. It was fantastic! Because almost as much as I needed to have some Tyler Banks time, I needed some city time as well. It was so refreshing!!! And I love Salt Lake! I want to live there some day. Indeed. So Tyler and I rode tracks, and convinced some people that we were a really bizarre couple. We got to temple square, and started taking tons of pictures. It was amazing! We walked around the square, and Tyler kept looking for artistic ways to take pictures. I just point and shoot, and try to not have my fingers in the picture. It's awesome.

While gallivanting around, we saw a sign for free hot chocolate at Desert Book. The only problem was that we still had to find it... After a slight adventure involving a cross walk and a violin player, we discovered that Desert Book was right across the street. Tyler did hitch kicks of joy, and I laughed in appreciation. Then we ran to Desert Book and stood in line for some yummy hot chocolate. It was exciting. While standing in line we saw some random people from that one time at Riverton High. That was fun, but kind of weird. Then I spilled hot chocolate all over me, and bought a CTR ring so that I can choose the right again...

We then decided to dance, (literally) to The Gateway. That was fun, and attracted some interesting looks that I shall hold forever in my heart. We had fun talking about all the crazy/awkward/lame sauce/ridiculous moments from our past lives in theatre. It was great fun. We walked around a whole bunch of different stores, and slid down the railings like Mary Poppins. We caught Trax back to Sandy, met a highly obnoxious Jazz fan who kept jumping in out pictures, laughed at him, listened and singed along to Jason Mraz, and had to say farewell. I love Tyler Banks, and if he ever sings for me, I just may have to marry him.

This is my favorite picture of Temple Square, and notice no fingers!! Thank you very much!

I love the temple!!

Pondering the universe in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. (yeah...sorry it's upside down...)

Tyler being seductive on Temple Square.

The real us... on trax. Happy day.

I heart Salt Lake; I heart Temple Square; and I heart Tyler Banks. Thank you, and goodnight.

Say What?

So today a boy told me that he loved me. Um... thank you? Really, how do you respond to that? I haven't really seen this guy all semester. We just have our random facebook chats, that end in...nothing really. Just a promise of a repeat of the same conversation the next time we log in and waste our lives away. I just really don't get it. But then it got me thinking about the concept of love. I have never been in love. Infatuation? Yes. Deep like? Sure. Love? Freak no. I just have never had the opportunity. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not anti-love. I promise. I just am not feelin' it yet... So this declaration is kind of like...I don't even know. Something without a name, that I will probably label as awkward when passing this story on. So for now, dear men, please keep your hormones to yourself, and refrain from cheesy lines leading up to an expression of your love and affection. Thank you, and goodnight.

Monday, December 8, 2008

2 Inches of Death

Yep. It's that time of year again. The time where inexplicably, your jeans are wet up to your mid-thigh. It's that lovely time of year where your face is attacked by wretched gusts as you walk up to the Ricks, on that little path that always seems to have a wind-speed 15 miles faster than everywhere else. It's that time of the year where your joints ache, and your heart gets sad because you haven't seen the blasted sun is forever. It's that time of year where Broulim's runs out of Hot Chocolate, and Emmilie gains 17 pounds from drinking so much of it. It's that time of year where you walk out of your door and are blinded by something terribly bright, and your heart leaps, yet comes crashing down to find out that it is just a bunch of white crap, and the sun is still hiding. It's the time of year where soup and casseroles start to sound good because you associate them with getting warmed up. It's winter time. And my heart weeps, because guess what? I live in Rexburg. woot.

Yet this winter is an interesting story that is indeed worth blogging: Once upon a time, BYU-Idaho was building a new auditorium. President Clark asked the faculty to pray that the weather would stay nice so that the nice men who build things can get to the point that they needed to for the winter. I think it had something to do with walls... as a contractor. Indeed, they prayed, and indeed the weather was beautiful for Rexburg in early December. As in no snow. Even though those weather men have been persistent in forecasting snow, there was none to be had. Until last night.

I was sitting in my bed, reading on how to communicate with people, when all of the sudden there was a large, and surprisingly cold gust of wind, followed by my shiver and slight groan, then an exstatic, and slightly hysterical voice screaming, "It's snowing!!!!!" My heart stopped just a little, and trying to convince myself that it stopped out of incomprehensible joy, I peak out of my blinds. Indeed, my fanatical roommate had spoken the truth. It was starting to snow. And my life got a little more depressing. But I decided to try and make it a happy thing, and be almost as excited as all of the other crazy, screaming people in my complex. But I decided to start tomorrow. After a hot shower, I went to bed trying to ignore the swishing sound of the wind outside my window.

The morning came, and so did the mourning. I peaked out of my blinds, and to my immense horror, everything was a blanket of white. Crap. A two-inch-thick blanket. Crap. My heart broke a little this morning, and the only thing that was going thorough my mind was that I had to walk to class in it. Crap. With this realization came the memories of previous snowstorms flooding through my mind. They were not pleasant things. Yet I still had to go to Mission Prep. Crap. So I bundled up, and braved the ice box that is the Burg of Rex. It really wasn't so bad, except for the fact that my pants are wet up to my thighs, and my nose is still defrosting. And my heart aches for sunlight. Other than that...

I think I hate snow. As terribly sad as I am about leaving my amazing roommates, I have no reservations whatsoever about leaving this freezing cold tundra for Orlando. Florida in all of it's sun shining glory. And guess what, I only have a few days left until I'm back in Arizona!! I can totally make As for now, I'm stuck in the two inches of death outside of my door. Pray. Hard. Thank you, and goodnight.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Minor Details

For the life of me, I cannot decide on my major. Not even gonna lie, I pretty much change it every week. For real life. My problem is that I want to do everything!! Which is good, yet terribly confusing and frustrating at the same time!! I just can't decide, and it is so aggravating!!! Amen. I love my major, and know for sure that I want to go into Journalism, so that is a blessing and a half, but this whole minor thing is going to be the death of me. And I am to the point where I really have to choose, because I have to start on it so I can graduate on time!!! Stress!!! So let's review the different Minor's of Emmilie Buchanan:

  1. English Education
  2. Theatre Arts
  3. Marriage and Family Studies
  4. English
  5. Psychology
  6. Political Science
  7. Culinary Arts
  8. Cluster in Literature and a Cluster in Theatre Arts

So yeah... I don't know. This week I want to do a cluster in Literature, and a cluster in Theatre Arts. What brought all this on you may ask? Well, I am reading The Great Gatsby for a class, and forgot how brilliant the writing was. Pretty sure there have been moments where I just stop, and almost cry because the writing is so phenomenal. Don't laugh. And, I saw a play this week, and I forgot how much I miss it and completely love it. Indeed. So I don't know what to do. All I know is that I cannot study Psychology any more. I may in fact shoot myself. So dear readers, if you have any suggestions, that would in fact be stupendous. If not, I will probably move on to something radical next week... like, oh, I don't know, Botany, or Geology, or Horticulture. Translation? SAVE ME!!! I clearly need some help. Thank you, and goodnight.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Drum Roll...

So I love Kinsey. She told me to say that.

The point of today, is to share some really exciting news! Drum roll please. I had to write a Representative Profile for my COMM 111 class. It was a really good project, but it was really hard, and slightly extremely stressful. I wrote about a family from Rexburg who has two children with Autism. It is an amazing family, and the spirit in their home was so strong. So I spent time making observations of the family for about an hour every week, and did a bunch of interviews. It was so cool!

Then came the daunting task of actually writing it and putting it all together. I was really nervous, but I just kept praying, and occasionally taking a swig of caffeine... that seemed to work out pretty well. So 13 pages later, I turned it in. It was a relief and a half. Then came the day where we get our papers back... that was scary. At the beginning of class my professor kept talking about how there are good writers and bad writers in our class. I started freaking out, and figuring out all the ways that I added up to a bad writer. Then he handed my paper back. With trembling hands, and a slightly accelerated heart-rate, I flip to the back page, praying that it was a decent grade. My eyes bulge a little as I read 400/400. My heart stops a little, and a huge grin spreads across my face. It was a good moment in time. Then I quickly scan across the comments, my eyes lingering on one line: "This should be published." I'm pretty sure I had the strong desire to turn the atrium of the Spori Building into a stage, because I was about to burst into song and dance. It was freaking amazing!!! I was basically ecstatic. Amen.

So, I'm going to see if I can pull a string or two, and see if I can get published!! How sweet would that be?! To be published as an undergrad?!?!?! Freakin' sweet! So that was the good news of my week. Thank you, and goodnight.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I'm Not Going to Blog Today

I won't do it. I'm not blogging today. I'm not going to waste my time today. I'm not going to lose that much time when I have so many other things to do. I'm not going to pretend that I have two books to read, two book reports to write, another blog to write (for school...), a text book to read, two final presentations to come up with, and three other assignments for Interpersonal to do all by the end of this week. I'm not going to pretend that I have actually started any of them... oops. I'm not going to pretend that I have all of this time. I'm just not going to do it. So dear readers, you're just not going to get anything clever, witty, or awkward today, seeing as I am full of all of those...endearing things.

However, comma, I will take a rain check. I have many-a- story that one day in my new life that will start next week, I will be glad to write. And by new life I mean a life where I pretty much have nothing to do. Beautiful, sweet, lovely nothing. And by nothing I mean no homework. But I'm not talking about that now, because let's face it, I'm just not blogging today!! Thank you, and goodnight.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008


Kinsey is my roommate. She is nice. Except to me. Ok, Jk. She is nice to me too. We just like to play this game called be really mean to each other, and then laugh really hard. But don't worry. I like her. We have dance parties to Love Shack a lot, and it brings joy to my heart. We love to eat Pasta Roni together. We love to guzzle down peanut butter as fast as we can together too. It is another moment of happiness. We like to play with our bangs, and make them attractive. We like to make awkward moments with attractive men. Well, I like to make those moments, and Kinseth just likes to laugh at them. In a nut shell, she is one of my favorite people of all time. And I will love her until forever. Amen. Thank you, and goodnight.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Happiness in Letter Form

Dear Emmilie,

Congratulations! You have been selected to participate as a Full-Service Food & Beverage Cast Member on the Disney College Program in the Spring 2009 Season. This is a great opportunity for all students, and we are proud to offer this opportunity to you! This program will allow you to gain academically oriented work experience - the kind that professionals in every field agree provides participants with the tools they need to compete effectively in today's job market.

As a Full-Service Food & Beverage Cast Member, your hourly rate will be $7.21 and your responsibilities may include: greeting and seating Guests in restaurants; managing a seating chart and resolving Guest situations; utilizing a computerised reservation/seating system; cash handling - both manual and using computerized registers; rolling silverware, folding napkins, and keeping areas stocked; light cleaning; multi-tasking; standing for extended periods; and working outdoors.

We are excited to have you on our team! We look forward to the magic you will bring to the Walt Disney World Resort and are thrilled about the opportunity we have to include you in our Disney family! we are sure it is a journey that will change you!

Walt Disney World College Recruiter

Sunday, November 30, 2008

"How Great It Is"

So I just finished my final project for my Interpersonal Communications class. I had to write about a huge life-changing event from my life. I wrote about a very dark time in my life when I was very sick. It is always difficult having to go back over those memories, due to how painful they are. Yet, I cannot get over how amazingly wonderful my life is, and how blessed I truly am. I have the Savior in my life, and knowledge of the true church. I have a testimony, and the knowledge that I am a daughter of God. Life is great! I have amazing friends who I adore, and have such a good time with. I have an awesome family who are so wonderful. Life is Great! I go to an awesome university, and am able to study Journalism. I have a temple in walking distance, and so many other spiritual resources. I get to laugh every day!! LIFE IS GREAT!!! I’m so grateful for opposition in all things, and for experiencing the bad so that I can more fully appreciate the good. I love my life, and am so happy! Sure, trials come, but How Great It Is!!! We get to live on this earth, and prove ourselves worthy!! We have agency!! We get to share the gospel, and build our father’s kingdom!! We get to have families, and learn new things every single day! How beautiful this life is, and how grateful I am for mine! Thank you, and goodnight!!!

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Confession Session

Okay, so I do in fact have to confess. I heart kid movies, probably a little too much. Pretty sure that one of my favorite movies ever is Horton Hears a Who. For real life. Every time I see it I laugh the entire time. It's brilliant. Um, Steve Carell? Answer=Yes. I love it. And I can't wait to buy it on the 9th... that's all. I also love Pixar films. Yes, I know that I have a problem. Don't even worry about it. Kung Fu Panda? Skadoosh.

Last night just exacerbated the problem. I saw Bolt with my family. I went into it expecting it to be stupid, but I laughed the whole entire time. There were a few parts that I laughed so hard I cried. There was one random guy in the audience that laughed at all the same parts as I did, and kept laughing with me at those parts long after they had past. I was glad that I was not the lone freak who found way too much pleasure in a film about a dog who thinks he is a super hero. Yeah...

But here is the best part of this little eccentricity. I DON'T CARE!!! I love these movies so much, that you can mock me all you want. I don't car how many times I see the cat from Bolt get a frying pan chucked at it, I will still laugh for like eight minutes. I don't care how many times I hear Steve Carell say, "That happened..." I will laugh for another eight minutes. I don't care how many times I hear Jack Black say, "Skadoosh." It will still bring a smile into my heart and onto my face. So mock away. That's all I have to say. Thank you, and goodnight.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Dishwasher, My Lovely Dishwasher, I Cried for YOU!!

Stop. Right Now. And look at your dishwasher. Yes, that lovely little appliance that is so easily taken for granted. Now, with me, I want you to say, "Thank you." Yes, say it out loud. Why this seemingly ridiculous routine? Well dear readers, I am here to tell you about how the other half lives. Yes, there is a group of terribly unlucky people who have no dishwashers to speak of. And my heart weeps for them a little every day, as should yours.

Let's start at the beginning, a place that Julie Andrews believes is a very good place to start. So in the tradition of Ms. Andrews, I would like to take you with me to apartment 203, in a nice little apartment complex called Kensington Manor, and yes it does sound better if pronounced with a British accent. Apartment 203 is a nice place. It has many redeeming qualities, however, when I moved in there this past summer, the dishwasher was not one of them. Occasionally, it would leak, and that was just no good. But of course, being the slightly lazy students that we were, we just tried to live with it rather than take matters into our own hands. (This lazy attitude came into play only after the repairman supposedly fixed it, but amazingly, water still leaked...very strange.) So the Summer tenants carried on, and lived with the wretched leak.

Fall was a different story. The fall tenants would have none of that nonsense, thank you very much. And many a request was sent in to the new manager. After a series of unfortunate events, the final of which includes our kitchen being flooded, we decided to just stop using our dishwasher completely. And that was the worst day of my life...almost. For about three weeks we lived without a dishwasher, and let me tell you, I may or may not have wanted to cry myself to sleep. Luckily our manager ordered a new one for us, and all that we had to do was wait patiently for one. That whole "patiently" thing did not work out so well... But whatever. Sadly, our dishes began to pile up, and pile up, because let's face it, who really wants to do that many freakin' dishes by hand??? But then one day, it just became too much. So I spent three hours doing the dishes, which is awesome and all, but I had my fun, thanks, and never wish to do that again. EVER.
But then, something wonderful happened. I was sitting in my Psychology class generating more and more feeling of animosity towards Eysenck and his crap theories, when an unfamiliar numbers calls my phone and leaves a message. (Luckily my phone was on silent...we had already had THAT adventure in that class) This is always exciting when this happens. Maybe it was an attractive man that wanted to talk to me. Today, it was my manager, telling me that our dishwasher was coming tomorrow. There was much rejoicing in the land.

This is where the dirty deed happened. (No pun intended...) And as you can see, our dishes took a heavy toll. I promise we are never that messy, only when our dishwasher is well, crap. Or in this case, gone.

But low and behold!!! A joyous gift!! Our lives were saved that fateful day. I don't think I have ever seen six girls happier about a new appliance before in my life. It was a beautiful thing to behold.

And that's not just any dishwasher... It's MY dishwasher. Kinsey and I had a few moments of great rejoicing. Oh, happiness in a cardboard box, delivered right to our living room.

This is one for the scrapbook of my life. Happiness in 3-D. Indeed.

This was the alternative dishwasher, along with all of my other roommates... It's art? Yeah, I've got nothing.

This is pure, unabashed joy and affection. For life in general and of course, for dishwashers everywhere.
So now we have joy in Apartment 203 again, along with clean dishes. You heard it all. You know of the suffering, the heartache, the anticipation, and the joy when that new dishwasher enters your life. So count your blessings. Be grateful. And now, after hearing this tale, I have only one question left for you dear readers: Have you hugged your dishwasher today? Thank you, and goodnight.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Emmilie Told Me to Tell You Thanks

Today is a special day. Today is a day wherein you are publicly grateful for all of...pretty much everything. Today is Thanksgiving!!! Hooray!! And as such, I feel that it is important to give thanks. So dear readers, here is my thank you list. Read it well.

  1. My Heavenly Father, and Savior Jesus Christ. This is first and foremost.
  2. My amazing family who I love with all of my heart. I am grateful for them, and for the laughter that we share.
  3. The Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life.
  4. My stupendous friends- without which I could never get through a day!!
  5. BYU-Idaho, where I have so many opportunities.
  6. Cooper
  7. Nate
  8. McKenzie
  9. Shampoo- I just have to get that out on the table.
  10. Pumpkin Pie
  11. The scriptures, because they make everything better.
  12. The Prophet
  13. A dishwasher
  14. Shrimp
  15. Cell phones
  16. Warm blankets and beds- I heart them.
  17. Orange Juice- it brings happiness to my soul
  18. Hymns, and Stadium Singing
  19. Love Shack, and dance parties with Kinsey
  20. Long phone calls with my mom
  21. Long phone calls with Will
  22. Gospel chats with Mary
  23. Laughter
  24. Movies
  25. Hugh Jackman
  26. Roommates, for better of for worse
  27. Temples, and the promise that I have to go there one day with the love of my life
  28. Future children, and the perspective that comes with it
  29. Fall
  30. Rexburg
  31. Cats
  32. Missionaries
  33. The mail, and the mailman
  34. Ikea
  35. Cafe Rio
  36. Broadway Musicals
  37. Blogs
  38. Jason Mraz-um... have you heard him sing??
  39. Harry Potter
  40. Jane Austen
  41. Joseph Smith
  42. Emma Smith
  43. My Aunt Mimi
  44. Sara, and her hugs of joy
  45. Disney World
  46. Newspapers
  47. The Internet
  48. Jeans
  49. Nature
  50. Pretty music
  51. Priceless works of Art
  52. Watching Football with my brothers, not knowing a thing about it, and ending up enjoying the commercials more than the actual game, because they make more sense
  53. New York City, and any city
  54. Funny Professors
  55. Funny Office episodes
  56. Text messages
  57. Peanut Butter
  58. Cars that work
  59. Hair cuts
  60. Flowers!! I am a sucker for flowers...
  61. The ability to major in what I want- and change it often...
  62. Agency
  63. Attractive Men
  64. The Word of Wisdom
  65. The Law of Chastity
  66. Nice smelling Men
  67. My red shoes
  68. My red coat
  69. The color red
  70. Starbucks
  71. Ice Cream
  72. Hope
  73. Faith
  74. DVD Players
  75. The moon
  76. Razors
  77. Pride and Prejudice and Wuthering Heights
  78. Mr. Darcy, Mr. Nightly, Colonel Brandon, and Heathcliff
  79. Edward Cullen
  80. Sushi
  81. Temple Square, especially with Christmas Lights
  82. Holidays
  83. Journalism
  84. Electricity
  85. A kitchen
  86. Memory Foam
  87. Inside Jokes
  88. Memories
  89. Pictures
  90. Repentance
  91. Finger Nail Polish
  92. New Running Shoes
  93. General Conference
  94. Theatre
  95. Really good hugs
  96. A sense of humor
  97. Awkward moments that make great stories/blogs
  98. Soccer players- have you seen one lately. ...........
  99. The beauty of this earth
  100. Learning new things every day!!

So in a nutshell, this is a start of what I am thankful for. Trust me, the list goes on and one, but on this particular Thursday, I am grateful for that. And I'm grateful for you faithful readers of my blog. You are great. I hope that all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!! THANK YOU!!! And goodnight.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

When You Wish Upon a Star

For the record, I heart Disney. I just needed to share that in point of fact. Thank you very much. I do in fact have some very exciting news including me, and the Disney Company. We are to become one. In other words, I will be joining the Disney Company this next year. How you may ask? THEY OFFERED ME A JOB!!!!!!!!! That’s how!!! I’m so freakin’ excited. Yes, Freakin’ excited!!! It is going to be so amazing!!! I can’t even wait. I didn’t make character performer, but that is totally cool. I’m going to be working in Food/Beverage! Fun, huh? So if truth be told, I have absolutely no idea what that means. I didn’t actually read the letter that they sent me. Of course it comes on the day that I leave to start my Thanksgiving Break early… awesome. So I had my darling roommate Kinsey read it to me over the phone. Sadly, though, it was hard to hear everything that she said, because I was in fact still on the shuttle… more awesomeness. But from what I got out of our little conversation, I think I will be doing hostesses kinds of things which is awesome, because I loved doing that at Red Robin. It was so fun! So when I get back to the Burg of Rex, I will let you dear readers, (yes, all four of you) know more about my life. I know you are holding your breath in anticipation. I appreciate the dedication. Thank you, and goodnight.


Okay, so first and foremost, I would like to apologize...even though it's probably too late, thank you, Jordan Bowman. Anyways, my goal for the month of November was in fact to blog every single day, and well...that's just not going to happen. Whateve, whateve. But, I have a great excuse! I went to Arizona to visit the family for Thanksgiving. My family has just moved into a new home, and did not get the Internet set up until Monday night. So there. That is my brilliant excuse!! So I apologize from the bottom of my heart, and am terribly ashamed. Don't judge me harshly. Amen.

So today I went to the eye doctors. That was sorely needed considering I could only wear my glasses. All of my contacts are now dead. And it was sadness to my heart. But never fear. I got new ones. Hooray!! This is cause for rejoicing indeed. But as I was sitting there, waiting to read, "E-V-O-C-T-Z-2" to prove my 20/20ish vision, I decided to contemplate my life...yet again.

For one flitting moment, I envisioned myself in scrubs asking questions like, "How are you seeing out of your glasses?" or, "Do you remember what brand your glasses were?" But then I thought again. Personally, one of the most boring things in the world for me is a doctor's office. This includes an eye doctor's office. I think I would rather shove bamboo up my fingernails than have to be in an office from 9 to 5 every day!! For those of you who really know me, I'm sure you will agree. So that little fantasy was fun while it lasted, but I will let those who already wear the scrubs do what they do best. I'll just continue to blog about it. That is my contribution to the world of medicine. A few little chuckles along the way. Thank you, and goodnight.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Today I officially decided that psychology people are insane. They have to psychoanalyze everyone they have ever met to give justification to their own neurotic behaviors. Pardon me, I suppose I should say that they are interesting rather than insane. But alas. They really are fascinating people. Sometimes I find that the people in my class are as interesting as the theorists themselves. But of course, that could just be because some of my dear class mates have the tendency to take upon them some of the theories that they learn about. Remember Existentialism?

In my class we have a test every other class on the chapter we are studying. It's a good method, just kind of hectic. But you know, whatever. But, pretty much ever test, the class revolts and argues to make it a group test by using theories from the chapter. It is always very interesting. Sadly, my mind does not in fact work that way, and I always wonder how in the crap these people come up with the stuff that they do. Well today, I was given a peek. Before class started, and our professor was in our room, one of the main instigators decides to practice his approach. Suddenly I was taken back to High School watching my freshmen practice their scenes. The seriousness, yet sly smirk that reads, "Look how freakin' awesome/cool/HOT/freakin' sweet I am right now," was clearly evident on this kids face. And rightly so, I can't come up with that. But when he started his rehearsal, I wanted to ask him how many times he practiced it, and how many of those times were in front of a mirror. It was rough trying to keep a straight face when he actually presented it to our teacher. But he did.

But I suppose that instead of this slight mockery, I should be publicly thanking him for allowing me to get a good grade on my test. Because oh yeah! I'm not smart in that class, and bomb the quiz if we don't do a group quiz!! So thank you dear boy in my psychology class whose name I shall probably never know. My grade is all thanks to you. Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!! And now that I have given my analysis (more or less...) of you, you too can group me in the insane section of the psychology department. Thank you, and goodnight.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


So today's devotional was amazing. I loved it so much, and can't wait for that part of my life. Which part you may ask? Um... children. That may sound weird. Don't think by any stretch of the imagination that I am on the prowl for a man that can marry me, and help me with the whole kids thing. I'm just excited for what the future will hold. It is going to be amazing, and I can't wait. I am so excited to teach my children about the gospel, and their Savior, Jesus Christ. I am so excited to teach them Primary songs. I am so excited to teach them about the plan of salvation, and how to repent. I am so excited to teach them about the sacrament and the priesthood. I am so excited for their baptisms. I am so excited for girls camp. I am so excited to take them to tee-ball, and piano. I am so excited to play in the leaves with them, and tie their shoes. I am so excited for all of it. The good and the not so good. I am so excited to take them to their grandparents, and have dinner. I am so excited to meet, teach and raise my children. I really don't mean to sound crazy or anything. I just know that it will be great.

I don't know what exactly the future holds for me, but I can't wait. My dream is to marry the man I love for time and all eternity, and have lots and lots of kids!! I just think that sounds nice. So call me crazy. I know that I do indeed have a few years, and several tender mercies to happen first, but I know that it will. And how amazing that will be. Thank you, and goodnight.

Monday, November 17, 2008

That's What She Said

So today in my Psych class, we were taking about psychology. Weird, huh? And we were talking all about women, and how they are perceived, as well as the differences between men an women. The contrast between Relief Society and Priesthood. It was slightly fascinating to see how the guys talked about the women in Relief Society and how it freaks them out. I guess the flowers and the handouts are a little too much. And we just won't discuss the doilies. Then they heard about the "Good News Minute," and it almost set them off the edge. I just laughed heartily. This was entertaining, and I always enjoy hearing how the Priesthood meeting differs from the Relief Society. At least we prepare the lesson...

In my Communication class, we talked about conflict and gave some different examples. One of the guys was talking about his wife, and how glad he was that she cooked, cleaned, and did womanly things. Hold the phone! What does that even mean? (Here is the raging feminist in me coming out...) Just because I am in fact a woman does not mean that I have to do nothing but cook and clean for my husband, thank you very much. I am perfectly capable of cleaning, and I have been known to bake one mean brownie, but I mean really! Come on. Dear men, if your image of me ever includes me in an apron, heels and pearls for anything other than a good joke, think again. (Remember the raging feminist?) I just had to get this all out. It was slightly ticking me off. And if you happen to think I am wrong, just ask Sarah Palin if she ever wore heels, pearls and an apron. Thank you, and goodnight.

Sunday, November 16, 2008


I've been tagged. It's all eights! So many!

8 favorite tv shows

1. The Office
2. What Not to Wear
3. Charlie Brown
5. American Idol
6. Pushing Daisies
7. Fox News
8. CNN

8 favorite restaurants

1. Red Robin
2. Cafe Rio
3. Noodles and Company
4. Jamba Juice
5. Subway
6. New York Burrito
7. Applebee's
8. Olive Garden

8 books I'd recommend

1. Pride and Prjudice
2. Wuthering Heights
3. Emma
5. Twilight
6. Green Eggs and Ham
7. The People Code
8. The Book of Mormon

8 things that happened yesterday

1. I didn't get a letter or an email from Disney!
2. I worked at the Testing Center of Doom
3. I wrote four pages of my 15 page paper
4. I almost was killed by an angry mob in the Online Testing Center
5. I went on a date that was made awkward by me.
6. I did laundry
7. I blogged
8. I started my "A Project"

8 things to look forward to

1. Thanksgiving Break
2. DISNEY!!!!
3. Going to Arizona to see my family
4. Submitting my Rep Profile on Friday
5. End of the semester
6. My second date
7. Staduim Singing
8. A sun tan

8 things on my wish list

1. A mac
2. DISNEY!!!!
3. A Passing grade in my COMM 100 class of death
4. An attractive husband
5. Shrimp
6. A trip to Europe
7. An internship back East
8. Flowers

8 things I love about fall
1. The colors
2. The coldness
3. The leaves, and how they crunch
4. Hot chocolate!
5. Sweaters and Uggs
6. The smell
7. Thanksgiving
8. School starts again

8 people I tag

1. Mary
2. Kristen
3. Sam
4. Courtney Vallem
5. Amanda Please
6. Marney
7. Jennifer
8. Sara

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Awkward Emmilie

I wonder why I am such an awkward person... It's kind of annoying, and well, awkward. My life seems to be defined by these awkward moments... And that's just splendid. And not just my awkward moments, I seem to just attract awkward moments, because things around my turn into sheer awkwardness also. Let's examine this, shall we?

So, yesterday I was at the library trying to kill some time before Kinsey's concert. I was on the computer, as was this boy sitting next to me. He looked like he often spent his Friday nights at the library, but he was certainly content with that. Well, there I was minding my own business, and looking at books for my Psych class, when suddenly, I hear this really bizarre sound. As the strange sound continues, it becomes slightly more discernible, and the low moaning turns into The Christmas Shoe Song. I looked over at the boy in incredulous disbelief. Alas, he was singing the Christmas Shoe song with surprising gusto. He just kept going with unabashed shame; he was singing about those shoes with every ounce of his being. And at a time like this, all I could do was laugh. A lot. It was rather enjoyable too, because the other two girls in nearby me looked at the awkward musical boy, and then at me. I gave her what was undoubtedly an awkward face, because that is what I do.... and then we shared a nice little laugh together as the song continued to be sung. It was by far, one of my favorite trips to the library.

Another awkward chapter in my life was in the Hinckley Building. All of these people were walking by, saying "Hi!" So I got in a mood to say hi to people. However, the flock of people had already passed and my only option left was a guy sitting on the end of the bench that I was sitting at. So I waved at him and said hi, thinking that as a normal person, he would return the gesture, and say Hi back to me. Instead, he smiled, didn't say anything, and turned his head away, resulting in one of the most awkward moments of the day. What does one say in a situation like that?! Luckily I was with Kinsey, and we could both bask in the awkward moment, and laugh. However, she was quick to inform me that he was really attractive, and how unfortunate it was that I was so awkward. Sadly, this man is in my ward, and every time I see him, my awkward reflexes kick in. It's awesome.

Indeed, awkward moments define my life. And it has become sort of a defining aspect of my life. How awkward can Emmilie be today? Let's find out!! Even my conversations are awkward... It's great. So I have decided that the man who marries me has to have a great deal of patience for awkwardness. Thank you, and goodnight.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Are We Done YET?!

Okay, so don't think that I am a bad person or anything... but I am so sick of school!!! I love it as a whole, but I'm ready to be done. Amen. I realized that this is my second consecutive semester, so it's like a full year in high school, and I'm going insane!! All I ever want to do is procrastinate and play and blog. So the first two are not so great, but alas. What can you do? I just want to play in Orlando. I don't know if that is going to happen, but I'm hopeful!! I think it will all be good. I only have a month left... so that is good. And one of the weeks is all for me! Well, all for me to celebrate Thanksgiving with the family. That's even better! But I really am going crazy. Please pray for me. Thank you, and goodnight.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Dear Men of the World, This One's For You

Alright all you men out there. I am going to give you some help. Granted, it is selfishly done because I am sick of the craptastic advances that always end in me turning my head and rolling my eyes. It's basically, well...crap. And it has gone on long enough. So here you go. Some of the Do Not's when it comes to dating. So take some notes, and prepare for change.

  1. Don't show me how smart you are. Don't tell me how smart you were as a four-year-old, and how you are far superior to most normal four-year-old's. All it could possibly make me do is mock you into oblivion for you lack of smartness. I mean, really.
  2. Don't try to impress me by calculating the total amount of edible venison that a deer would provide. Especially when we are watching a movie. I may have to punch you in the neck. I don't care that you know how to do that. I don't care that you know how to kill sweet woodland creatures and figure out how much you gained by their death. I mean, really.
  3. Don't ever flex for me. Unless I ask you to, please refrain. And don't sit where you know I can see you in the gym, and work your butt off. It's not doing anything for me. I promise. I don't get any kicks from seeing your rippling muscles. I mean, really.
  4. Don't ever tell me how much more superior you are than me because God blessed you as a man, and scorned me as a woman. I will kill you. I mean, really.
  5. Don't ever show off how manly you are by how fast and how powerfully you accelerate. It's so stupid, and all it will really make me do is laugh at you. You look like a moron. I mean, really.
  6. Don't correct my grammar. I can speak English just fine, thank you very much. And, when I don't just know that more than likely, it is for comedic purposes. Don't make me look like a moron. I mean, really.
  7. Don't answer questions for me. I'll bash your face in. I mean, really.
  8. Don't play your music insanely loud to show off your new and improved stereo system. I probably don't even care. As long as it's loud, that's all that matters. I'll be impressed if you like to listen to it as loud as I do. That's right. I mean really.
  9. Don't stalk me. Creeper. I mean, really.
  10. Don't think that you are funny when you joke about inappropriate things. You are not funny, and I don't admire you for it at all. I mean, really.

Okay men. This should help. Just don't be stupid. I should add that to the list. That will be your bonus one. Don't be stupid. Now, sadly enough, all of these things really did happen to me. All of this advice is based off of real life experience. For real life. Oh, and don't roll your eyes, and disregard everything I say! I forgot how much that ticks me off too!! Okay- had to get that one out. But really guys. Come on. Let's get with the program here. I mean, really. Thank you, and goodnight.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Pain in the...

So let's contemplate the universe, shall we. Only in my universe could I have more weird and obnoxious problems within an almost three week time frame. I mean what the crap. For real life. You have read all of my other blogs, commenting on all of the weird medical crap that has been going on. Okay, so not really medical...but I have had so many weird things involving pain happen to me lately. I don't even know, but this is my life. I really am not bitter about it, just slightly incredulous.

So this morning started out like any other morning. I crawl out of bed as The Flight of the Conchords wake me up with their gangsta rap cross-over. I pour myself a bowl of cereal, and check the New York Times, just to make sure that nothing catastrophic with the world happened. Then I check my facebook to make sure that nothing catastrophic with my social life happened. All was well this morning. So I take a shower, and fight against fate and cold water. Then, as I am putting on my sweater, I get the weirdest, and most excruciating pain in my neck! For real! It was awful! I couldn't move my head to the right at all. So in a state of panic, I call my mom. In Arizona. She was like, okay... take something. (Yeah, I'm dumb before 8:15 in the morning. Thanks.) So I popped some pills, and attempted to try to get ready again. That I was putting on my make-up, when all of the sudden, the pain spiked, and I literally had to hold up my head with my hands. I couldn't hold it up normally! For real life! I started crying because the pain was so bad! It was crazy! So I stumble out of the bathroom, and go try and lay down on my bed. It was slightly more difficult than I had anticipated. Than any normal person would anticipate. I couldn't use the muscles in my neck to put my head on my bed!!!! I had to do this weird acrobatic thing which eventually got my horizontal. However, I was literally paralyzed because the pain was so bad. I couldn't even move for like three minutes. It was kind of crazy. Not even gonna lie.

So as I lay there, I realize that my Mission Prep class starts soon... God told me to be better about going to that class, so I was determined to go. I said about eight prayers, and tried to get up. That was also fun. I had to swing my legs around, and try to build up some momentum to get myself off the bed. This was going to be an AWEsome day. I could already tell. It was the kind of thing that could and would only happen to me. And it did.

Well, all I can say is prayer works, because I was able to finish getting ready. Slowly, I might add, but I was ready. And only three minutes late for Mission Prep. So not so bad... considering. So that was my adventure this morning, which has become my all-day adventure. My neck hurts so freakin' bad!!! I just laugh about it, because it is so typical me. I mean really, who else? Thank you, and goodnight.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Waiting for Godot...

Okay, so Waiting for Godot is one of my favorite plays; thank you Samuel Beckett. It is a very existential play, and as such is not as nearly as appreciated as it should be. It is about two men who wait for a man who never comes. (More or less... there is a lot of brilliancy in between) It's been called the play where nothing happens twice. Basically it is a play all about waiting.

Why am I offering a review? Well... my life has become all about waiting. I'm waiting for a little email from the Disney Company to tell me how my life is going to go for the next few months. It's completely out of my hands, and in the Lord's. Which really, is a far better place to be, wouldn't you say? But the anticipation is killing me. I really want to know what is going to happen. And yet, I am experiencing a surprising amount of patience, considering that it is me. I know that it is all going to be okay no matter what the outcome is. I guess you could say that I am more excited to find out than impatient. I know that as soon as they can, they will let me know. And Holy St. Francis, having patience makes life so much easier. I never thought that I would be able to say that, but it does. Thank goodness! Now not by any stretch of the imagination am I saying that I am a patient person. But I will say that I am slightly more patient than I was about six months ago. It's amazing what can happen when you have to be patient!!!

I think that I really just needed to get that out. There was really no order to this blog, so I hope dear readers that you enjoyed the inner-workings of my mind just then. That's right. Just relish in it. Thank you, and goodnight.

Monday, November 10, 2008


Right, so last week, apart from some pretty sweet blogs, I accomplished nothing of importance. For real. However, I now am paying for it, and it is oh so craptastic. While still waiting to keep my goal of blogging everyday, I am offering this little disclaimer right now. I have a 10 page Representative Profile due in 11 days. And it's a lot of freakin' work. So this is me, telling you that my procrastination has put me into extreme bondage, and now have no choice but to do homework either until Thanksgiving Break, or death. Whichever one comes first. So dear readers, I will keep you informed, but I hope that you will forgive me for any lack of wit that may come as a result of not having any bloody time. Thank you, and goodnight.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Shuttle Me

So yesterday I rode the shuttle to Sandy. It was a party and a half, I can tell you that much right now. I get on, and the driver is none other than one of my friends named Sterling. (They are everywhere!!) But this particular friend named Sterling is more of an acquaintance named Sterling. We have never actually hung out or anything, which is fine, but it could make things awkward when he is your driver for five hours. I was really worried that he would want me to sit in the front with him... More than most things, I hate making small talk on a trip. I can do small talk, but I absolutely detest it on a trip with the stranger who is giving you a ride. This was a little different, but the concept and the feeling was the same. So that was no good. Luckily, I was able to sit in the back. Which was awesome until he still started talking. Now don't get me wrong. I love talking to Sterling, because he is so nice, and you know, we are pretty good acquaintances. It was just weird, because there was a row of seats in between us, and I could barely hear him because of the distance and the shuttle. (That thing is loud!) But I told him all about my major, and what I've been doing, and Disney auditions, and blah, blah, blah.

We stopped at a hotel in Rexburg to pick up some other passengers. There was this kind looking old man who had everything in little plastic bags. It was kind of funny though, because when Sterling asked what was in the bags, the old man just hugged them to himself, and tried to hide them. Sterling just backed away. We get back on the shuttle, and Sterling goes back to driving. But the old man keeps switching seats that are closer and closer to mine! And I was a little concerned, but that's just the paranoia in me coming out. Don't worry. It was a little weird until we got to Idaho Falls, but it was only going to get better because Idaho Falls brought a story of its own.

Two of the passengers had service dogs with them. They were really cute dogs. However, I don't know how trained they were as service animals, because you would occasionally hear this woman screaming at the top of her lungs, "Princess!! Get DOWN!!!" Apparently the dog had tried to steal her seat. It was really funny, because she just kept freaking out. I probably should not laugh at blind people, (just a thought,) but you do what you can. So the woman finally got her seat back from her service dog, and settled in. The other passengers began to find their seats, while steering clear of the dogs that were sprawled out on the floor in the back. And every time a person would enter the shuttle, the woman would rather loudly announce that it was all okay, because they were service dogs. Oh, good. Then, this poor woman admitted that she had horrible allergies to dogs, and would be sitting up front. "Don't worry, honey! We shampooed these dogs last night! And we used hypo-allergenic stuff! It's all okay, these are service dogs." She repeated this about 8 times.

She then began to announce to everyone how much the dogs love to travel. It was kind of weird. But apparently the pilots love the dogs, so it's all okay. She then went into this big whole story about how there was some Japanese woman who owned a convenience store who would not let them into the store. She was still a little bitter about it, and started talking about how Japanese people hate blind people, and how they just kill them because they can't tolerate them. At this point I almost lost it. The old man behind me, and right next to this woman is Asian. I don't know exactly where he was from, but we will all just say a little prayer that he is not from Japan. That could have gotten awkward. But I was trying so hard not to make too much noise. It was awesome. This is why I take the shuttle.

Meanwhile, the old man behind us, whose ethnicity is still in question kept pulling out these nasty moon pies. (You know, the Little Debbie's Cakes that are secretly fake food.) That's what was in the bag that Sterling tried to take!! His moon pies!!! I would randomly hear the crinkling of the plastic wrapper, which was always followed by the over-powering smell of fake chocolate. He had about six of them in the space of four hours!!! At first it was a nasty smell that did not agree with my gag reflexes, but as it got later and later, that nasty chocolate smell started to smell heavenly. He was a really nice old man though. So that was good. He just kind of scared me at first.

So, all in all, it was a very eventful trip to Utah. I really hate taking the shuttle, but at the same time, it is so entertaining that I don't really know if there is any other way to travel. Try it some time. And then look for my play on Broadway. Shuttle Me. Thank you, and goodnight.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Note To Self

Note to Self:

Write a play, or at least a blog about all of your awkward shuttle moments.

Note to Self:

Make Hugh Jackman fall in love with me.

Note to Self:

Become as well cultured as my aunt in regards to music.

Note to Self:

Don't eat peaches...ever.

Note to Self:

Work on your Rep Profile.

Note to Self:

Pay your tithing.

Note to Self:

Stop accidentally convincing creepy boys that you like them, because they only fall in love with you, and it is oh, so awkward.

Note to Self:

Learn how to cook.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Friday, November 7, 2008


So today, I decided to go to Utah for my good friend Bryan's Homecoming. It was pretty exciting, and I was really happy to be somewhat spontaneous. I know that going to Utah doesn't equal extreme spontaneity, but I was really happy about it. This, as my mother is so great to remind me, is what college is all about! Doing all of this random stuff, just because I can. So what did I do today? I spent $47.50 on a ticket for a shuttle. And I feel great about it. Thank you, and goodnight.