Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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
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.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
- My Heavenly Father, and Savior Jesus Christ. This is first and foremost.
- My amazing family who I love with all of my heart. I am grateful for them, and for the laughter that we share.
- The Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ in my life.
- My stupendous friends- without which I could never get through a day!!
- BYU-Idaho, where I have so many opportunities.
- Shampoo- I just have to get that out on the table.
- Pumpkin Pie
- The scriptures, because they make everything better.
- The Prophet
- A dishwasher
- Cell phones
- Warm blankets and beds- I heart them.
- Orange Juice- it brings happiness to my soul
- Hymns, and Stadium Singing
- Love Shack, and dance parties with Kinsey
- Long phone calls with my mom
- Long phone calls with Will
- Gospel chats with Mary
- Hugh Jackman
- Roommates, for better of for worse
- Temples, and the promise that I have to go there one day with the love of my life
- Future children, and the perspective that comes with it
- The mail, and the mailman
- Cafe Rio
- Broadway Musicals
- Jason Mraz-um... have you heard him sing??
- Harry Potter
- Jane Austen
- Joseph Smith
- Emma Smith
- My Aunt Mimi
- Sara, and her hugs of joy
- Disney World
- The Internet
- Pretty music
- Priceless works of Art
- 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
- New York City, and any city
- Funny Professors
- Funny Office episodes
- Text messages
- Peanut Butter
- Cars that work
- Hair cuts
- Flowers!! I am a sucker for flowers...
- The ability to major in what I want- and change it often...
- Attractive Men
- The Word of Wisdom
- The Law of Chastity
- Nice smelling Men
- My red shoes
- My red coat
- The color red
- Ice Cream
- DVD Players
- The moon
- Pride and Prejudice and Wuthering Heights
- Mr. Darcy, Mr. Nightly, Colonel Brandon, and Heathcliff
- Edward Cullen
- Temple Square, especially with Christmas Lights
- A kitchen
- Memory Foam
- Inside Jokes
- Finger Nail Polish
- New Running Shoes
- General Conference
- Really good hugs
- A sense of humor
- Awkward moments that make great stories/blogs
- Soccer players- have you seen one lately. ...........
- The beauty of this earth
- 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
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
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
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
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
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 favorite restaurants
1. Red Robin
2. Cafe Rio
3. Noodles and Company
4. Jamba Juice
6. New York Burrito
8. Olive Garden
8 books I'd recommend
1. Pride and Prjudice
2. Wuthering Heights
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
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
3. A Passing grade in my COMM 100 class of death
4. An attractive husband
6. A trip to Europe
7. An internship back East
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
8. School starts again
8 people I tag
4. Courtney Vallem
5. Amanda Please
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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
Thursday, November 13, 2008
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Don't answer questions for me. I'll bash your face in. I mean, really.
- 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.
- Don't stalk me. Creeper. I mean, really.
- 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
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 was...fun. 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
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
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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
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
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
2. For each question, press the "next" button to get your answer.
3. You MUST write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds!
If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say:
Mad About You
How would you describe your personality?
What do you like in a guy/girl?
Stand Up and Be Strong
How do you feel today?
What is your life's purpose?
What is your motto?
Window in the Sky
What do you friends think of you?
Put Your Dreams Away
What do you think of your parents?
Cruel to Be Kind
What makes you cry?
How is your love life?
Wish You Were Here
What do you think about very often?
What is 2+2?
All Fall Down
What do you think of your bestie?
What do you think of the person you like?
Twist in My Sobriety
What is your life story?
I Can't Say I Love You
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What do you think when you see the person you like?
It Had Better Be Tonight
What do your parents think of you?
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Makes Me Wonder
What will they play at your funeral?
What is your hobby/interest?
Take Me Out
What is your biggest fear?
What is your biggest secret?
What do you think of your friends?
What song will be the subject when you repost?
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
So I have a bad confession too. All day I have wanted to vote for Obama!! It's this thing called Obama is an awesome public speaker, and is more charismatic than the Manhattan, so therefore, when he speaks I really like what he says. I start thinking that all of these ideas about hope and change sound really great. And then I realize that my buddy Obama never backs those ideas up. So I'm on this new kick where I try to say nice things about people. So Obama and I share the dream of Hope and Change. We are bonded together by that. And if he becomes president, I'll just have to hold to that. But don't worry. I still voted for McCain. Thank you, and goodnight.
Monday, November 3, 2008
So one of the tender mercies of the Lord last week was that I was able to get a ride with someone who was also auditioning, and she even had a seat for Courtney in her car. Happy day!! No problems, right? Everything was going smoothly. Well, it was until an hour an hour before we were supposed to leave. At four-fifteen ish on Thursday afternoon, I get a phone call from my ride, Lakesha. I had just gotten out of he shower, and was not even dressed yet, as I get her message asking me to call her back ASAP. "Okay, I thought. Maybe she wants to leave earlier. That kind of sucks, but whatever. We can deal with that." Such were the thoughts that were running through my head. So I give her a little ring back. Did she want to leave early you may ask? Um, no. She was calling to tell me that her car had broken down last night, and we had no way of getting there. Awesome. So. Awesome. I didn't even know what to think. I asked her if she was serious, (stuttered that part is more like it, actually) and indeed she was. More awesomeness my way. She told me I could take the 5:00 shuttle. At this point it is 4:15. And the awesomeness continues. So I fight back the tears that are inevitably coming, and tell her I will call her back. I begin the string of silent prayers that flow quite regularly over the next two hours, and pray for a way for everything to work out. I call my mom, because that is what you do when your life comes crashing down along with your dreams. She told me to calm down, and schedule a shuttle. I panicked slightly because Courtney was in a lab until 5:15... but I still called, and figured we could meet in Salt Lake. So I call the shuttle company and ask them if there is anyway that I can get a seat on the 5:00 shuttle. The voice on the other line informs me that there is no 5:00 shuttle. There is one at 4:30, but considering that I would need to be there right then, she would not even sell me a ticket. It was one of those times in life where you see all of your options rapidly dwindling before you, and try and try as you may, you can't seem to grasp at any of them. Not fun, I don't recommend it. So in a state of desperation I ask the voice when the next possible shuttle leaving Rexburg is. 2:00 AM. Yes. You read that right. That would mean that I would not even arrive in Sandy until 6 AM. Yeah, my audition started at 9:30. That was great. I found out that I had until 9 that night to book the shuttle, so that gave me a few hours to come with any other plan I could possible think of. The 2 AM thing would work- but I have done that before, and it equals no sleep. So I would have been completely shot for the audition. So that was plan Z. I just had to figure out plans A-Y.
Meanwhile, I am trying desperately to get a hold of Courtney, who is still completely unaware, and is rifling through rocks happily thinking that we would be leaving within the next hour. Indeed not. She calls me back, and I drop the news on her. She handles it much better than I did. I starred bawling as I explained everything to her, and she like the good person that she is tried to calm me down. Thanks pal! We decided what our next steps were going to be, and took action. I called Lakesha and told her about the shuttle and that we would be trying to figure something else out, thanks anyways. That was fun. Then I call my dad, and tearfully ask him to help me to pay for the shuttle if we have to resort to the wretched plan Z. He was great, and told me that he would help out no matter what. Thanks Dad! Then I called my mom, and told her the latest bit of news. She told my to bribe anyone with a car with $50 to drive me. All of my roommates were crazy busy the next day and could not. All of my guy friends either didn't have a car, were out of town, had class, or had work. It was awesome. I literally had no idea of what to do. Courtney called Mary to beg her to borrow her car for the weekend. We waited in anticipation for her to call us back. While all of this was happening, I was frantically checking my email to see if anyone else going to auditions had room in their car. However, since it was 5:00 the night before the audition, that was not too helpful. It looked like Mary was our only hope. I called my aunt Marney and told her my bleak situation. I begged her for a car if we had to take a shuttle, oh, and to pick us up at 6 AM at the local Village Inn. Being the amazing woman that she indeed is, she agreed, and allowed me to crash at her place if by some miracle Mary let me borrow her car. So that was good because if nothing else, we had a way to get to Orem from the 2 AM shuttle. It was awful sounding, but it pretty much seemed to fit with the rest of my week.
By this time I was pretty much a nervous wreck. My poor roommate Jennifer had witnessed the whole scene, wrenching sobs and all. Sorry Jenn!! I was sitting on the couch watching my phone waiting for someone to call with what I hoped would be great news. I was going crazy, so I decided to visit my dear friend, Sara. All I needed was for her to give me a hug, and tell me that everything was going to work out. She's really good at that. Gratefully she was home, and gave me a hug, and assured me that everything was going to be alright. Then I told her the news. She was perfectly sympathetic for me, and was just her wonderful self. I then proceeded to pour my soul out to her telling her that I knew that it would all work out. With everything else I had been thorough that week, I was so determined to go I would walk if I had to. So help me. So help me. And what to do you know? The phone rang.
It was Lakesha, and I was a little worried. But guess what?! SHE HAD A RIDE FOR US!!!! Her amazing friend let her borrow her car! And she had space for me and Courtney. I almost started crying right then and there. I was so grateful, I couldn't even think straight. It was one of the happiest and best feelings ever!! I had about a million phone calls to then make, so laughing, I ran out of Sara's apartment. I called Courtney and told her the great news. She was so happy. I then called everyone else that I had ever met and told them the happy news. It was great. All that was left to do was wait. And as I did so I just imagined all of the other things that could go wrong between then and 9:30 the next morning. I don't recommend this either. Let's just say that as I sat with my roommate Kinsey, she laughed at the maniacal look in my eye, and told me what a mess I was. (Emotionally that is...) But it was all okay, because Lakesha came, we got on the freeway, listened to Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours," about five hundred times, and arrived at my Aunt's house around 11:30. And we didn't even get stranded on the side of the road. That's a good thing. I may or may not have been worried about that one. So after my aunt's graciously opened her house and her kitchen to us, we had a nice little chat about the Disney Company, and each in turn marveled at the fact that they have 63,000 employees. my opinion on that is, "Hey, I'm bound to get lucky, right?" I hope so. Then it was time for bed. It was going to be a long day.
So the day of the audition came. And it went so smoothly. I was worried that all Hell would break loose the night before, but as I sat and ate breakfast with my Aunt and Uncle, and we were able to joke and laugh about everything, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. And I knew that everything was going to be okay. I wasn't nervous. I wanted to know what it was going to be like, but there were no real nerves. That was an amazing tender mercy from a loving Heavenly Father. I am so blessed. So Courtney, Lakesha and I piled in the car. This time we had a new song to jam to. Pink's "So What," I highly recommend it. That's all. We practiced our rock moves, and it was great. It got me pumped, and I felt like I was going to kill the audition. It was great. As soon as we found the studio I just tried to focus, and have a great time. And it worked. It was the funnest audition I have ever been to.
It started by seeing my old high school buddy, Alina, as well as half the students from BYU-Idaho. Then we went down and got our measurements and pictures taken. I tried desperately to charm and gain the approval/attention of everyone who wore a little Disney name tag. We'll have to see if it worked. Then we went and figured out our animations. We had to pretend to see our favorite Disney Character, ten we had to pretend to be hungry and get food. It was a lot of fun, and was not so intimidating seeing everyone else make a fool of themselves too. Then we learned the combination...of death. Just kidding. It was actually not that bad. It started out really easy and got progressively harder. It was fun though, and I just had really strong facial expressions the entire time to make up for my sucking. It's fine.
I waited until the called numbers 71-75, and tried to make friends with some very perky people. It was great. Number 73 was finally called, and I went into the room. I said a little silent prayer, and stuck my pose. I danced it out, and felt like I did a really good job. Even though my dancing was...interesting...for lack of a better word, my face was so happy and Disney like that it went well. I loved it, and feel so optimistic about the whole thing. I will find out in 2-3 weeks what happens and I'll be sure to let you know. I know that if it is supposed to happen it will, and if not I'll be happy hanging out in the Burg of Rex. It will be great.
And so this was indeed the audition that killed me. More like, the week before the audition that almost killed me. But hey, it made for some great blogging. And if you are still reading this insanely long post, you are probably waiting for the magic words that mean we are finished. Well I wouldn't want to you to be left waiting any longer, so- Thank you, and goodnight.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
You are probably wondering about auditions, huh? Because pretty much every single thing in my life felt like it was leading up to that. But never fear. I shall leave you in suspense no longer. THEY WENT GREAT!!!!!!!!!! It was so much fun, and I feel so good about the whole experience. But I will have to tell you about the awesomeness tomorrow. I am so tired from such an emotional/stressful/crazy pants/I want to gouge my eyes out week, and a really intense dance audition yesterday that I can't even type properly. So this is to be continued dear readers. Just hang in there. I promise to deliver tomorrow. Thank you, and goodnight.