The Real Us

Okay, so I have tried to put it into words how awesome my friends and I are, but sadly, it just cannot be done. No words will do us justice. So here is a little footage of our life. This one time we were at Cici's, and Jordan sneak-attacked us with my camera and filmed 7:19 seconds of our conversation. This folks, is awesome, and happens all the time. (Not Jordan's impressive sneak-attack skills, but these types of conversations.) I hope you really enjoy the cinematography. It's basically amazing, thank you Jordan Bowman. So I hope you enjoy this little taste of how life is like here in Orlando. Love Emmilie, Jordan, Shaun and Alina. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Freak Out!

So my life is great. Just so you know. However, there are these lovely little things called stressors that are making my life, well, stressful. (Weird, huh?) Work is slightly stressful, but whatever. Dating...let's just not go there. It happens. But right now, my mind keeps freaking out because I don't know yet if I'm extending or not... Oh snap. When I made the decision, I knew that I was supposed to be here. I still believe that, and know that the Lord has a plan for me, and a work for me to do. I just have to have faith. (Ether 12:6!!) But I just play this game called: "Freak Out Sometimes." It's fun. You should play. And it then turns something as simple as having faith into one of those oh so wonderful stressors. So I just need to to take a deep breath, open my eyes, and align my will with God's. And then everything will be great. Thank you, and goodnight.  

A Smattering of Fun

This is just a little smattering of everything I have been up to recently. The words are a little short this morning, so I decided to use my pictures instead of my words. It's fine. 

Lots and lots of dance parties.

 

Mila's Baptism! That was such an amazing day

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That time that Shaun ordered his eggs hard-boiled. That was sweet.

The Orlando Temple! It is so beautiful!

Um, yeah. We met Fiesta Donald. Aren't you so jealous? He blew me kisses and everything. What a stud. 

This is my Mulan shot. I'm contemplating  bringing honor to us all. 

Sushi and Swings!! "Soooo gooood!"

Rocking out in the Virgin Record store. It's freakin' awesome.

 

We were really happy to be at Downtown Disney that night. What can I say?

Making friends with pirates. They are so attractive. 

Chillin' on the beach with some peeps. Oh, and roasting smores, and maybe watching High School Musical 3, but we just won't talk about that one. It's fine. 

Having fun at Friday's. Word.

 

Oh, and that one time at the Hoe Down when Emmilie almost died because the horse was crazy and shot off with her on it. That was fun. 

Hotel Hot Tub Hopping. (Say that just one time fast!) We may or may not have lied (I'll admit it Jordan, it's fine.) and said that we were on Spring Break. Just don't worry about it. 

So pretty much all of these little snapshots equal one simple thing. Life in Orlando is freakin' sweet, and I highly recommend it. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Strength

This is the kind of subject that would ordinarily show up on my happy blog, but I felt that it was time to break the bonds of conformity and talk about it here. I am so happy for a loving Heavenly Father that offers love and provides us with strength when we follow his will. I was reminded of that today, and it brought peace to my heart. Sometimes in life we have to do hard things. I am not too particularly fond of them, but alas; they still come. And when we align our will with the will of the Father, he makes difficult things become easier for us. And for that I am eternally grateful. Just recently I have had an opportunity to learn this lesson again. I knew what I needed to do; I knew in my heart that it was the right thing to do. I just needed to do it. And it wasn't necessarily what you would label as "fun." But it was right, and God gave me the strength to get through it. And it was awesome. How happy and grateful I am for a loving and merciful Father in Heaven who not only guides us to what we need to do, but also gives us the strength to do it. How great it is! I heart the gospel. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Excusez-moi!

Okay, so I have a kind of funny story that goes a little something like this: I work at Epcot. (Just wait, it gets better.) And as a product of working at Epcot, I get to meet a lot of different kinds of people. Lots of people from Morocco, and Italy, Norway, Great Britain, Canada and France. As well as some Asians, but Jordan has pretty much covered all of that... Well yesterday I got to know France a wee bit better. My bus pulled up to the Chatham not at all too soon because I was in fact surrounded by several highly crude French boys that smelled strongly of cigarette smoke. Yummy. I have found that the French boys in general are kind of disgusting. Bless their hearts. It's fine. And these guys fit the profile. But whatever, I love the world; we all got on the bus, and I ended up sitting right across from the bulk of them. (Gotta love those side seating buses!) Well it was a slightly awkward ride full of much eye contact avoiding. (I hate that.) I didn't really think too much of it. I was pretty out of it anyways. The whole no sleep thing is finally catching up with me... I get off the bus, and show my ID, all of that jazz, and go into the Cast Service Building. I look up, and see one of the French boys doing this weird half walk, half run, half seizure thing towards me. "Oh, crap." Was the first thing that ran through my mind, and I'm not even sure why; but I knew that this was going to be good. He starts talking before he actually gets to me, and I suddenly wasn't sure if he was talking to me or not. But then he gets up in my grill, and I realize that it was all intended for me. He starts saying a lot of things. Some of them were hard to understand because of his very thick French accent, and some of them I just forgot. Here are some of the more memorable highlights. Apparently he was too shy to tell me this on the bus, but he wants to go out sometime. And he was quite frantic about knowing when my days off were. And some other stuff. It's fine. Then he wanted me to say something, but all that came out was this: "Uh, well, um. I...uh. Pfft, wow. Um, what? Um, I'm Emmilie? Yeah. What's your name?" He told me it was Gwen, and I probably stuttered something back at him. It was awkward; it was eloquentish; it was Emmilie. I sounded like a moron because once again, the male sex has caught me off guard and made me look like a total spaz. Thanks guys. You. Rock. Whenever this kind of thing happens, I am always so shocked that I end up stuttering and mumbling like nobody's business. It's kind of funny after, like the rest of my life, but just once I would like to offer complete sentences in response. Dude, whatever. Anyways- this is my favorite part of the story. After my little stutter party, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little piece of paper. On it: his digits. Word. But my favorite part about that is that I had a perfect view of him from the moment he got on the bus until the moment he turned around to talk to me. He never once wrote anything down. So if I am ever to run into dear Gwen again, I really want to ask him if he just carries around copies of his number for emergencies such as those? I mean, wow; the guy is a planner. Way to go, Gwen. Way to go. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Punch You in the Face

Can I just say that all of these notes on facebook make me want to punch you in the face? I'll admit that I fell into the 25 Random Things About you trap- along with 7 million other facebook users. But after that, the magic kind of died. And now, everyone is going crazy, and writing all of these notes about their current relationships and whatnot. That just makes me throw up in my mouth right then and there. If I wanted to know all of the juicy details (for the record, I don't.) I would let you know. And probably make the first attempt and ask you about it. Thanks. And then you have the people that write the notes about the movies. You know, "Write your favorite movie quotes, and tag your friends! They can guess them! It's like a game! And I will then punch you in the face! It's fine!" (More or less...) And what I want to know is who exactly comes up with all of this crap?! I mean freakin' heck. It's probably some guy that lives in the cupboard under the stair, and pretends like he does magic. And I will punch him in the face. 

Wow. So I guess that all just had to come out. Why all of the built up animosity you may ask? I don't really know. But I just glanced at another one of those stupid notes, and suddenly had the urge to punch someone in the face. So I blogged instead. It's fine. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Nonsense

I have a soft spot in my heart for nonsense. Whenever I encounter it, (which happens a lot to be honest...) it sticks with me for the rest of the day, and makes me smile. I especially love people who are full of nonsense. Because I secretly admire them. Why you may ask? Because they are so happy and blissful in their nonsense. They just don't care. It's awesome. 

Perhaps my favorite form of nonsense is in conversations. I love conversations that go like this.

Nonsensical boy: Are you going to church on Sunday? 

Emmilie: Yes! I don't have to work, so I will be there. Are you going?

Nonsensical boy: Well, I was going to but I can't. I can't go to church on Sunday because I have to work on Tuesday. 

What?! Now I'm sure that in the inner workings of his mind, this made perfect sense. I'm sure that if I really pressed the issue, I would find that he tried to switch a shift for Tuesday, but had to work himself on Tuesday, therefore making it impossible to get work off on Sunday. But I love moments in life like this. Moments where all you are left to do is wonder what in the St. Francis they meant, sitting there totally befuddled with an awkward expression on your face. 

Another favorite form on nonsense are charlie horses. I get them about three to four times a day. Without fail. And it never ceases to entertain me. Mostly because they happen at highly inopportune times. Such as rehearsal; making me fall over. Or in the middle of an audition; allowing me to add just a little more passion into my dramatic monologue. Or during a prayer; making me almost squeal in pain and drown out the outpouring of thanks for the moisture we have been receiving. 

Also, I really like Tuesdays on campus at BYU-I. Devotional is lovely, and I am always uplifted by it, but secretly, I really like that half of our student body is wearing suits. I think that those fine young men are highly attractive in their suits, and I look forward to it. Call me shallow; it's just one of my favorite forms of nonsense. 

Thank you, and goodnight. 

Welcome to the Future, Earth.

I am highly appreciative that the rest of the world is finally getting with it and getting a blog. But just for the record, I would just like to point out that I was one of the first. Yes people. I have been blogging since 2007! Yes! I don't know why that was all of the sudden important, but I felt that it needed to be said. It's fine. So I would just like to say to the world: Welcome; enjoy the technology, and I will enjoy your life stories. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Awkward Hammock

Alright, if ever you are bored, well, if ever you are as awkward as me and are bored, go get into a hammock. Trust me my friend, may an adventure awaits. Today is my lovely day off, and apparently everyone is working. It's fine. So I decided that I'm not living up to my full potential Orlando tan, so I went to Mickey's Retreat. It's this fan-freakin'-tastic area for cast member to go and, you know, whatever. It's awesome. So I went, and for the last 20 minutes or so, I noticed that there was in fact a hammock open. Um, I really like hammocks. And so naturally, I go and get in it. Well it's been a while since I had gotten in one apparently because I tried the whole get in thing, and it was no bueno. Um, yeah. Let me paint you a little picture. Emmilie getting into the hammock, and wiggling around awkwardly for about 2.7 seconds, when suddenly the hammock flips and Emmilie face plants it onto the sand. It hurt, and I laughed out loud. It was one of those awesome/awkward/typical/hilarious/I kind of hope that no one saw/I secretly hope that they did because it makes the story even sweeter type moments in life. So I made it back into the hammock with no awkward mishaps. Thank goodness. But just wait. So I'm getting pretty warm, and am pretty sure that my flesh is in fact burnt. So I'm waiting until the end of Swallowed in the Sea to try my dismount. Well I waited a song too long, because as Coldplay is rockin' out, and serenading me, these two highly attractive men (probably Aussies too) come over and pick some chairs right behind my hammock. That equals an awesome view of Emmilie face planting it AGAIN. And come on, I still have some dignity so I was trying really hard to figure out a way to get out of that wretched hammock without making a total moron out of myself. I heart awkward lives. So the song ended, and the moment came to make my most likely awkward getaway. But, by a small miracle, I was able to balance myself on that awkward hammock, and get off like a normal person. And once again, part of me wanted to have an awesome ending to this story, and totally eat it again, but the rational part of me was grateful for a smooth dismount. So once again, my life is awkward. Thank you, and goodnight. 

MASH

Every so often, someone completely awesome takes you by surprise and your life will never be the same. Such was our experience last weekend. Jared, Shaun, Jenica and I took a little trip to the International House of Pancakes, and while we were there, we met LaToya. And she freakin' rocks my socks. She is one of those highly sassy, highly awesome Southern black women who know how to kick some trash. And they fall somewhere in between scaring the crap out of you and inspiring you. Such is LaToya. 

It started out as an ordinary trip to IHOP, and naturally, we were all having a splendid time. There were a few inside jokes, some quoting of "Can I Have Yo Numba?'" some pancakes, and lots of syrup. Then the conversation grew more serious, and we started talking about that oh so wonderful game of MASH. (Remember that game you played in 3rd Grade to find out who your husband was going to be, and that you were going to have 43 kids in a shack? Oh yeah! It's all coming back now...) Now sadly, my dear friend Shaun Mayo apparently never had a childhood, and had never played MASH. That was just unacceptable, and I made a MASH for him. Well LaToya was bringing Jared back another Dr. Pepper half way through Shaun's future. LaToya apparently had a childhood, because she freaked out. "Are you plain' MASH?! I love that game! You gotta choose all the good stuff, like the swimmin' poo' and the nice cars. Oh I love that game!" LaToya was totally crushin'. (It's fine.) That was awesome; and feeling slightly more awesome myself, I finished up Shaun's MASH where he ended up with a Subaru Outback and 66 kids, married to Kat. Word. LaToya kind of freaked out when she found out that Shaun had 66 kids. And in her moment of freaking out, she passed on some advice that goes a little something like this. "You need to get 10 women dude, and then just have 6 kids with each of them." Um... too bad that only equals 60. 

So after having an awesome time with LaToya and the game of MASH, we departed. The next night after the hoe down, our stomachs were having hunger pains so we went back to IHOP, and guess who was working? Answer=yes. LaToya. And she remembered us, and it was sweet. And guess what we did? Ate pancakes and played MASH with LaToya. It was kind of an intense game of MASH. There were rounds involved. The first round was sweet because we made up answers for LaToya, because she was busy eating the cooks ribs in the kitchen. (Priorities, right?) This is what her future looked like with me choosing for her: Living in a shack, married to Roshawn. She and Roshawn have 3 kids. She was happily employed as a bookie, and drives a Lamborghini. (Spelling, Jared??) Not too bad. Roshawn sounds awesome. But then round two began. Round two consisted of LaToya sitting down at the table with us, and playing MASH. Word. This is what that future looked like: Living in a house, married to Shaq. She is happily employed as a Bounty Hunter and drives a 1976 Chevy Impala. Oh, and she and Shaq have 8 kids. Cute huh? 

So basically everytime I go to IHOP I want an awesome Southern black lady as my server who will play MASH with me. Even more, I want to be that awesome Southern black lady that plays MASH. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Public Service Announcement:

Dear Epcot Guests:

I would like to take a moment to publicly apologize for being so bloody awkward tonight. Sorry that I was secretly Stuttering Stanley, and couldn't really get any real or intelligible words out of my mouth. Sorry that I say things at awkward moments. Sorry that I hover a little awkwardly, and almost step on your children. Sorry that I was a social outcast tonight. Sorry. 

Love, 

Emmilie. (The Awkward girl that works at that Coral Reef Restaurant.)

Animate Me.

All I have to say at this moment in time is that it's a very good thing that I do in fact work for an entertainment that has been made famous by it's animation. (And whatnot... It's fine.) Why you may ask? Because I have just re-realized what an animated person I am. And this was (guess what?!) a slightly awkward realization. It happened on any ordinary Sunday. It just so happened that this ordinary Sunday was the Sunday that I gave a talk on Family Home Evening. It was a nice little talk, and hopefully it invited the spirit. The awkwardness did not happen with said talk, (thank goodness!) the awkwardness happened before and after said talk. It happened because Emmilie Buchanan is incapable of sitting like a normal person with a peaceful expression on her face in front of her ward. Oh no. Emmilie Buchanan has one of those faces that shows everything she is thinking. Thank you animated face. So therefore, the entire hour was spent making faces. I had forgotten how bad it was until I was sitting up in front of my entire singles ward making strange faces. It's fine. I'm not embarrassed or anything, I just thought it was some awesome timing to realize yet another little quirk of mine. Afterwards, I asked a couple of people about it, and mentioned how I thought I had been making a couple faces. This was the general consensus. "Oh yeah, I was wondering about that! You did that a lot, and I was laughing!" Oh great. Well, it's slightly awesome, and slightly, well...Emmilie. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Reflect

I think that sometimes, okay, scratch that- all the time, God teaches us the lessons we need at the times we need them most. I've always known this, I guess I'm just experiencing this more than usual. Once again, all things denote that there is a God. And it's wonderful. I'm not going to go into details... Miss Ambiguity. But I will say that I am convinced that he places certain people in each of our lives at different times. Everything is orchestrated by the Master. It's such a beautiful life. And I know that my Redeemer lives. 

Hold the Phone

Um...so do you want to hear something crazy/awesome/say what? Yeah. Well here we go. So yesterday I was going to the temple with some peeps from the ward. And there were some new people that I had not met yet. So naturally, I go meet her. She tells me her name is Stephanie Barrett, and my mind does one of these: What?! Okay, hold the phone. This is the conversation that followed:

"Wait, Barrett. You said you lived in Riverton, Utah, right?" exclaimed Emmilie. 

"Yes," Stephanie responded.

"Okay, this is going to sound really weird, but did you live on 11800 South, and 3200 West?" Emmilie asked incredulously. 

"Yes...118..." Stephanie responded hesitantly. 

"...58 South 3200 West!?!?!" Emmilie finished for her. Stephanie nodded in stunned surprise. 

"Holy St. Francis!" proclaimed Emmilie, "that was my house! We lived in the same house!!"

"Oh my gosh! Wow!" replied Stephanie in an equal amount of shock. 

The moral of this story is that I met the girl from which my parents bought their house in Riverton. Well, not her herself but her parents. It's fine. I guess the real moral of this story is that you never know who you are going to meet. So always brush your teeth. (What?!) Thank you, and goodnight. 

Why, Georgia

Alright, so right now I am currently on a borderline unhealthy John Mayer kick. It's fine. I just really like John Mayer right now. Whatev. And today, my love was reaffirmed for this John Mayer character with surprising ferocity. So today has been one of those days. And as I was thinking about how today is said day, I decided to listen to possibly my favorite John Mayer song, Why Georgia. Upon listening to the words, I realize that this song is about my life right now to a T. It's almost a little bit scary, but everything that I am feeling is being sung in this song. My mind reels slightly, and my heart loves John (we are on a first name basis now) just a little bit more. So during my "kind of morning that lasts all afternoon," I too ask myself if I am living it right. And I too "wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life." I just thought it was great that I can put my mood to music today. It's what I needed as I could not fully put it into words. Thanks, John. That's why I love you. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Prince Caspian

Okay, so there was this one time, that I went to Hollywood Studios with some peeps. It was a good day, full of ice-cream-eating, roller-coaster-riding, Mila-screaming, Star-Wars-auditioning fun. It was just a good day. And part of the reason for this greatness is thanks to my good friend, Prince Caspian. What a stud. My posse and I decided to go and meet him, and snag some photos. It was sweet. As we were waiting in line, I dared Shaun to hit on Prince Caspian. Because let's face it, 88% of all the male characters are in fact gay. Bless their hearts. Shaun laughed out loud, and being Shaun, he agreed. I was worried that Shaun was going to flake, but then he reminded me why we are friends. Because he is awesome. We travel into Narnia, (I know, right?) and Prince Caspian is standing there in all his royal glory. What a stud. He asks us where we are all from, and asks Shaun last. I'm waiting; waiting for the awesomeness/awkwardness to ensue. Shaun tells him very straightly that he is from Idaho. Prince Caspian is a little confused, and asks what there is to do in Idaho. We respond that really, there is not much, but it's still a nice little place. Then we line up for a picture. Caspian is standing with his hands on his hips in an oh-so-heroic manner. Elicia asks if she can put his arm through his, and he charmingly tells her yes. Then it happened. Shaun too asked if he could put his arm through his in an oh-so-seductive manner. Caspian kind of freaked out a little, stuttered some unintelligible babble, but recovered nicely with, "Um, I suppose if you want to..." I laughed out loud. That would happen. Shaun hits on the only straight Prince Caspian. Needless to say, it was awesome, and Shaun will forever be my hero and a half for hitting on Caspian. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Run It Out

The gym. Yeah, I know what you are feeling. A slight duality of emotion, resulting in hatred, yet fondness all wrapped into one. Don't worry. I'm pretty sure that it's normal...ish. Ahem. I was at said gym last night, and it got me thinking. I secretly really like the gym. For several reasons.

1. It's great for people watching. You get some crazies in there, and as always, they make my heart happy. I really like the guys that are seriously hard-core, and seriously only live for the two-hour increments that they spend at the gym. You know the ones. They are generally the ones in the corner about to tackle the biggest and baddest weight machine. In between sets you can see them flexing to themselves, as if to say, "Yeah. Yeah, you got this." They are pretty sweet. Then you have the married couples, generally the newly married couples that are just there to support, and watch each other stretch. They often use vocabulary such as, "Good job, baby." Resulting in Emmilie almost throwing up all over the bow-flex as she passes by. I also really enjoy the group of guys that want to hang out in gyms, but clearly don't belong there. They kind of centralize to one somewhat off-hand location of the gym where they can sit and watch all of the other people work out. Then you have the girls that can't really make up their minds about what they want to do. So instead of just picking something, and building up, oh, I don't know, endurance, they try it all. Just guess which one I fall into. It's fine. 

2. I like the gym because you can listen to whatever crazy and ridiculous music pumps you up, and no one can judge you for it. If Pocketful of Sunshine does it for you, crank that Natasha Bedingfield just a little louder. If Styx is more your style, go for it. If you rock out to Savage Garden, be not ashamed. Thanks to modern technology and Apple, you too can be a rock star, and jam to crap. It's awesome. Personally I jam to Footloose, but that's just me.

3. I really enjoy the concept of the TV in a gym. Now, some people don't bring ipods, and jam to whatever, so good thing they have TV's to distract them from the fact that they are working up a sweat. But some people like to run to U2's Vertigo. Yet they also can't help but be distracted by the TV right in front of them. So the problem you run into is this: You are watching a mindless re-run of an old Friends episode. You know, the one where Joey finds himself an identical twin. But once the earbuds go in, it becomes meaningless because all you hear is Cartel rocking out to "Say Anything." Yet you still watch Ross running around like a crazy man while Phoebe and Rachel watch, horrified. It doesn't make sense, but we as humans still embrace this strange phenomenon. And then, there is a moment of slapstick, and you laugh out loud. Probably out of context, because you have no idea what they are saying. And let's face it, Good Charlotte isn't very funny. But whatever. You don't care. You think that the faces that Chandler is making are brilliant. 

4. Speaking of television, I also think that the commercial effect is funny too. Americans know most commercials that we will see on TV. We are crazy, and when we don't see them in between our favorite episodes of The Office and 30 Rock we search for them on youtube. So we know pretty much what they are all about. So while you are rocking out to Ok Go's "Here It Goes Again," but that really funny Coke commercial comes on, you can't help but laugh out loud. Even though you can't even hear what the crap is going on. And then you look like a moron, and the guy on the stationary bike next to you gives you that look. Thank goodness for endorphins. They make it all seem okay. And thank goodness for volume control. More than once I have had to block out the mocking laughter. It's fine. 

So in a nutshell, I like the gym. And don't get me wrong, I really do enjoy the actual working out process as well too. But the cultural aspect is pretty much awesome. Next time you go, check it all out, and you will know what I mean. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Thank you, Music.

Thank you, John Mayer. Thanks for writing songs. Thanks for making music. Thanks for capturing an emotion that I can identify with, and putting it into a complete thought. Thank you for reminding me that it's okay to feel sadness, and happiness, and love, and peace, and anxiety. Thanks John Mayer. 

Thank you, OneRepublic. Thanks for writing songs like "All We Are," and "Someone to Save You." Thank you for being a happy place of mine. Thanks for the music. 

Thank you, Keane. Thanks for a song like "Somewhere Only We Know." Thanks for writing a song about the place I long to go. Thanks for capturing that emotion. 

Thank you,  Coldplay. Thanks for your songs like "Life in Technicolor," and "Swallowed In the Sea." Thanks for reminding me that oh yeah, I do believe in love. 

Thank you, Kevin Rudolf. Thanks for writing angry songs that I can rock out to when life gets annoying. 

Thank you, Iron & Wine. Thanks for writing songs that make my heart happy, and my face smile. Thanks for the peace that a song can bring to know that it's all okay. 

Thank you, music. I heart you. 

Thank you, and goodnight. 

Fortune Cookie

Today I am highly frustrated and irritated. And I don't really like that too much. So if I were a fortune cookie, I believe I would say something to the effect of, "You control the happiness of a moment." Or possibly, "We create joyful moments," or maybe even, "Suck it up, princess." All three of those are basically interchangeable, so just take your pick. I'm going to choose fortune number 2, and make a list of all of the things in my life that bring me joy. Ready, go. 

1. Laughing really hard.
2. Flowers.
3. Reading my scriptures. 
4. Blogging.
5. Sharing the gospel. 
6. Remembering that one time that happened. 
7. Cereal. 
8. Inside jokes.
9. Friends! (They even get an exclamation point!)
10. The city.
11. Getting priesthood blessings. 
12. Buying a new song on itunes. 
13. Having random dance parties to Hellogoodbye. 
14. Pretty much anything Kinsey says. 
15. Talking to Mary on the phone.
16. Telling people that I am Mormon.
17. Making pancakes with Shaun, Jordan, and Courtney.
18. Going to church.
19. Buying food at Walmart.
20. Living in Orlando.
21. Writing amazing things that really happened. 
22. Feeling the spirit. 
23. Telling stories. 
24. Imagining good dates. 
25. Shampooing my hair. 
26. Reading Jane Austen.
27. Making someone else happy. 
28. Service. 
29. Riding on the Peter Pan ride. 
30. Riding Everest six times. Word. 
31. Talking like an agent with Jordan. kkkkkch. over. kkkkkkch.
32. My family. 
33. Life in Technicolor. 
34. Watching a really happy movie. Such as Pride and Prejudice or A Lot Like Love. 
35. Realizing how much my Heavenly Father loves me. 
36. Having Faith. 
37. Sleeping in. 
38. Laying out. 
39. Running to sweet music. 
40. Dancing it out. 
41. Eating sushi. 
42. Going to New York. 
43. Making lists. 
44. Watching Hugh Jackman. 
45. Working hard. 
46. Improving.
47. Getting phone calls. 
48. Celebrating National 10-4 Day.
49. Updating my iCal.
50. You. 

I feel better already. Sometimes I just play this game call forget how good life is. But don't even worry. I always win, and occasionally make up fortunes for cookies. Thank you, and goodnight.