Friday, December 24, 2010

"I now know what NHL means! National Hockey League!"

I slept over at Daniel and Shauna's house last night. We watched the San Jose Sharks against the Phoenix Coyotes. I mean come on, who beats the sharks? We won 4-1! [=

Of course, Uncle Daniel, Aunt Shauna, and Ashley rested their eyes for quite a bit of it. So Brian and I were watching the game, and they woke up when we made a goal or when the commercials were on so we could fast forward through them.

So I watched Jeff Dunham and Psych after the game was over with Ashley and then I went to bed.

I woke up and I went downstairs and only Brian was up, so I started to help myself with some Honey Nut Cheerios. Then Uncle Daniel, Aunt Shauna, and Chelsie came back from their run.

Daniel offers me if I wanted some M&Ms in my cereal. I said no. Then he asked what would I do if he put them in my cereal anyways. I told him I'd eat them anyways. Lo and behold, he puts them in my cereal and my milk starts miraculously changing colors!

The taste of Honey Nut Cheerios and M&Ms was weird. But I didn't complain. Then I got a Twix 'on the side' from him as well.

Chelsie started to eat an orange beside me and we had interesting conversations about how she eats an orange in Mr. Tobler's class practically every day. She joked about how she needs to bring a plate to school so the juice wouldn't get everywhere on her desk.

I told her that I should get her disinfectant wipes for Christmas. She agreed. I even told her that I'd bring her paper plates to seminary every day so she wouldn't have to remember.

Then I got in the car to go home with Uncle Daniel and he told me MANY ways to save on gas.

One. Don't start the car in the driveway, take off the emergency brake and have gravity do the work for you.

Two. I forgot the rest....

He talked about how Obama is going to make him a General for saving so much gas.

Then he told me since I'm so amazing, I'm going to be General Sudweeks from now on.

So from now on, you can call me General Emily Sudweeks.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

"Are those alpacas or llamas?" "Goats..." "Are those fat goats.. or are they pregnant?"

I have been insulted twice by my own Mother.

I have been snuggling up in my sweatshirt and curling up in a good book and blanket, minding my own business. My hood was up, and so was my hair.

The woman that I call my Mother looks at me and says, "You look like Justin Bieber."

Then it happened AGAIN, an hour later.

WHAT?! Me, looking like a Canadian that is a disgrace to all mankind?


Really Mother? I believe I look like a better specimen than Justin Bieber.

It's an insult to all womankind.

Especially being called JUSTIN BIEBER.

But then again, the females don't want him either.


Saturday, December 18, 2010

"The lanterns in 'Tangled' remind me of marshmallows!"

I now understand how Cinderella feels.

I was watching Ever After: A Cinderella Story late Thursday, early Friday since I've been a sickly soul since Wednesday and I couldn't fall asleep.
(Her name is actually Danielle in this story.)

I thought to myself, why in the world would you start running, fall, lose your glass slipper, and not bother picking it up and continue running? I mean come on, it's your Mother's slipper!

Right now, I have a migraine, and it's raining. I drink Mountain Dew to help ease the pain. But alas, the soda is in the garage, so I would have to go outside in the pouring rain.

I'm too lazy to get my real shoes on so I get my fuzzy slippers. (eh eh?)

Dash outside in the pouring rain.

Slip and almost fall down the stairs.

Lose my slipper and I keep going into the garage to retrieve my soda.

Then I run back, grab my slipper and dash into the house.

Of course, I then throw off my slippers and put on my Dads slippers on instead.
(I'm my Dad's official slipper warmer and they're gone.)

So, I know how Danielle feels. I sympathize. When you're running you want to get out of the rain as soon as possible.

But at least my slippers can be replaced! I mean come on Danielle, you're mother is dead and it's one of the only things you have left of her!

Friday, December 17, 2010

"Pink. Fuzzy. HANDCUFFS!"

I got to see "It's A Wonderful Life" in Soledad to see Chris perform.
(Thank you parents for driving 2 1/2 hours there and back, I love thee very much.)

On the way there, we talked about various subjects that brought great joy to my life.

'Mom: "Gonzales? I've never heard of them before. I've heard of Soledad, because they have a prison. But I like Gonzales since they have an airport!"
Dad: "That's a water tower."
Me: "I like them because they have a water tower!"
Dad: "I like this town since it has a street named Gloria."'

'Mom: "We should rate the trucks again, what would you rate that one? I'd give it a 1. There aren't any pretty lights on that one"
Me: "I'd give it a 1.5, I'm nice."
Mom: "Oh, the front looks good!"
Me: "Fine, 1.7."'

'Me: "Mom, we should play the bird game!"
Mom: "But there are no birds, it's raining!"
Me: "EXACTLY."'

(For those who don't the bird game, it's where you count the birds on the electric poles and if you have more than 26 [since you compete with the person who is playing the ABC game] you win.)

As we get into Soledad, we look off into the left and we see a lot of lights in the distance.

'Mom: "I bet that's the prison over there with all of the lights."
Me: "Let's go and check it out!"
Dad: "We can always stop by and visit at Christmas."'

Then of course we finally watch the play.

Of course Mr. Potter is a very important character so I must watch carefully and compare.

(Chris, I need a picture of you as Potter!)

Lessee here...

Stacy
*Amazing make-up
*Remembered all of her lines
*Said the fritterin' line (AHEM CHRIS.)
*Had an amazing funny goon
*Very stern

Chris
*Awesome hair (Okay, Stacy had awesome hair too)
*Good character voice
*Funny with creepy laughter, especially when he stuck out his tongue
(Yes, my parents and I judged)
*Actually stood up during one scene with help
*Very good hand motions

Also, it was amusing seeing him walk around the back side of the room with his wheelchair stealthily and I watched him like a hawk haha.

So, just because I know Stacy doesn't read my blog and if she does, sorry.

I must say I liked Chris better. xD
(Or maybe I'm just biased since he's my husband.)


My parents said that Chris was very polite and formal. He called my Mom ma'am. xD

Then on the way back home it was thrilling too... sort of.

We talked about if only we had that GPS Dad is going to get for Christmas...

'Dad: "If only we had a GPS we'd know how to get back on 101 North..."
Me: "If only we had a GPS we'd know where 7-11 is..."
Dad: "If only we had a GPS we'd know where Baskin Robbins is..."
Mom: "Come on, you're getting your GPS in 8 days, you can wait!"'

We stop by the gas station and as we leave someone honks at us.

'Dad: "I don't see why they're honking at us."
Mom: "It's Soledad, they have a prison here!"
Me: "Mom, that's like saying, 'It's Stockton, people get shot here!'

Also, I was thinking, "It's Morgan Hill, vice principals stab their husbands here!"'

After wards, we passed by a search light in Salinas.

'Mom: "Oh look, they have an airport too!"
Me: "Of course it's not an airport, it's a search light for the prison."
Mom: "No, it's so the airplanes know where to land."
Me: "I still say it's for the prison.'

Then we finally found a 7-11 and it was a joyous occasion! It made me happy. My Dad and I got a "Snow Fruit" Slurpee, aka Lemon-Lime with Grapefruit in it.
(Makes no sense, I know.)

Then I believe we said again,

"If only we had that GPS again we'd know where to get on 101 North..."

As we arrived at home the song, 'Grandma Got Ran Over By A Reindeer" came on.

Which is probably one of my most FAVORITEST songs of all time.
(I wish they had a font for sarcasm)

It's a wonderful life.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

"You're the one who's eating a twinkie in class!"

So yeah, I know I haven't blogged in about 2 weeks.

I'm a busy girl- play, studying, finals, being sick (blergh.)

Not to mention having to draw on clothes for my blog brings me down.

So my parents were gone on Tuesday, I believe my Mom was giving blood.

I had a choir concert and I wanted to practice to make sure I could hear myself hitting all of the right notes.

While I was doing my hair I knew I was home alone.

So naturally, I started to belt out the songs as loud as I could.

I thought I sounded pretty dang good.

I was getting ready slowly just so I could sing some more.

I was dancing with my unfortunately hot curling iron as my microphone.
(Don't judge.)

Then suddenly I'm finished and I walked out of the bathroom not realizing my parents have been home.

For quite some time.

I think nothing of it until after the concert.

Apparently, my Mom heard EVERYTHING.

I sort of forgot that these walls in the house are very thin, so you could hear me from every room in the house.

How's that for embarrassment?

I wouldn't be surprised if my neighbors could hear me... the louder you sing, the higher you can hit.

Well, at least my Mom said I sounded 'fine'.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

"It looks like Rudolph is anorexic!"

I've been making dinner every Sunday ever since I was 8.

Heaven knows why my parents trusted an 8 year old with a knife, with only the supervision of her 13 and occasionally 15 year old sisters.

I had the privilege to make sweet and sour chicken tonight.

I noticed I had to go out to the garage to get some pineapple from our can rack.

Which mean I had to go out into the pouring rain.

I grab my Daddy's shoes and my umbrella and I endure the rain.

I usually grab the first can, and then with my other hand I always hold the second can in case the second can decides to have a mind of his own and comes crashing and tumbling on top of me.

But not this time, my right hand was holding the umbrella and I grabbed the pineapple can...

*BAM*

*BING*

AHHHH!!!!!!!!

*BOOM*

*SMASH*

UGGGGHHAHHHHHCCCCKKK!!!!

*THUMP*

AAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!

I jumped and danced to the beat of pineapple cans attempting to smash my toes, with my parents unaware of my distress because of the heavy beating of the rain.

I muttered to myself as I put all of the cans back into the can rack, and I go back inside to resume making dinner.

Can rack-1 Emily-0.

Friday, December 3, 2010

"No one expected a girl named Emily to be a Mormon white girl with an overimaginative mind."

Yeah, I know. I haven't blogged in 5 days.

But I have a good excuse!

I've been working hours and hours on the play, "It's A Wonderful Life."

We perform on December 1-3, 10, and 11.

So I've been busy and I think homework and performing is a bit more important than blogging.

On the plus side, I can now say that I also run into the pantry doors in the dark?

Sunday, November 28, 2010

"You leave me no choice, here comes the smolder."

This is pretty much tight.

People from all around the world are reading my blog!


United States

France

Australia

South Korea

Malaysia

Russia

Slovakia

Austria

Canada

Denmark

Now if only people in South America, Africa, and Antarctica [not likely] would read my blog I'd have readers from every continent!

EDIT: Also India and United Kingdom!

EDIT2: and Singapore.

EDIT3: Italy

EDIT4: Hungary

EDIT5: Slovenia

Thursday, November 25, 2010

"We got married and our flower girl was a leopard in a tutu. "

I died a little on the inside today.

I blame my Mother for it.

I haven't heard this horrid song in over a year.

CHRISTMAS SHOES.

She just had to click the link on Heather's facebook.

Then when she found out what it was, she just HAD to watch the rest of the video.

I don't understand why oh why someone would write a song like this?

Why would someone try to buy shoes for their dying mother?

Wouldn't they want to spend the last moments with her instead of buying shoes?

I mean COME ON, shoes are a worldly thing! She's not going to take them with her in heaven!

Save your money for the funeral or SOMETHING.

I say that Christmas Shoes is the worst Christmas songs ever.

Santa Baby is a close second.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

"When people eat s'mores, I only eat the graham crackers and marshmallow."

I've been known as grandma in the drama class ever since September.

My grand kids often joke to me that I should make them cookies.

Well, I was bored one day and I thought I should celebrate:

1. Having practice end early
2. Permission to go to the midnight showing of Harry Potter

I start to make Snicker-doodles and vanilla was one of the ingredients.

I ponder to myself that when I was younger I tasted the vanilla and I thought it was repulsive.

But since this was PURE vanilla extract, I thought it would taste better.

It wasn't.

So I taste it again.

Still wasn't.

I mean, third time is the charm right?

I gag.

I finish making the dough for the cookies.

Then I see I have to make the cinnamon sugar.

Hm... well I tried the vanilla extract, should I taste ground cinnamon too?

I remember when I was younger Jennifer and I would always make cinnamon toast.

She wasn't there to make the 'cinnamon sugar' so I just put ground cinnamon on my toast.

It was awful... Worst. Toast. Ever.

Of course, I try ground cinnamon.

GROSS.
(Now that I have to draw clothes on, my head looks abnormally large.)


I think I learned my lesson.

It was bad the first time around, not going to try it a second or third time.

I can confidently say I don't like vanilla extract or ground cinnamon.

But, at least my grand kids liked the cookies.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

"I want to make babies and it's taking too long!"

I ran out of inspiration to blog guys, I am so sorry.

So, I was thinking to myself how much my hair changes and I decided to do a memoir to my hair.

I know I have so many years missing since I can't find any...

Also, don't judge when you see my....not so attractive stage in life.

(I'm a present!)

(Ready for school a few years early)

(Don't remember this at all)

(Nor this)

(Heather, if you want me to take this out I glady will for your sake.)

(I wish my hair still looked like this naturally)

(KITTY!)

(CHICKIES!)

(I haven't ridden a quad in forever.)

(Freezing water....)

(8th grade graduation candid shot)

(Freshman hair. Longest hair I ever had. I miss it. RIP)

(Pyramid. It hurt so bad falling.)

(A huge spider fell on me after this picture, while I was oblivious.)

(Lauren, in Duffel, not doing our work.)

(Stefani did my hair.)

(Right before I chopped it off!)

(Our sexy faces)

(Kandie and I, last day of Journalism)

(Natural hair)

(Senior picture! That ONE piece of hair on the left bugs me sooo much!)


Rest in piece long hair, RIP.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

"She was in my face and smelled like a turkey sandwich."

So I saw the midnight showing of Harry Potter on Thursday/Friday.

It was pretty much bomb.

I dressed up as Luna Lovegood, even though I look nothing like her

Nerdy glasses? Check.
Gryffindor robe? Check.
Red tie? Check.
Ticket? Check.
Scar? Check.
Sweets to sneak into the theater? Check.
Wand? Well, I was going to get one off the ground but it never happened
.

(You just just HAD to make me draw clothes on... ugh.)

I get to the theater around 8... there are SO many people there already!

We were third in line, which was pretty much awesome, (Thank you Nora for getting there around 2pm!)

I chilled with Stacie, checked to see how long the line was (very very long.), and we went to Safeway to get food.

We ran back to the line from Safeway since we heard they were numbering our tickets, we sprinted VERY fast.

After we we ran and screamed, Stacie decided to open up her carbonated water.

Since she forgot she ran, it exploded EVERYWHERE.

Including on me, herself, and Ashley.

Great fun eh? Stickyness galore!

We were pretty much bored to death.. and it was cold.

I munched on Starbursts, Gobstoppers, and White Cheddar Popcorn while the movie was playing.

I hid in Kalum's shoulder when there were scary parts and I accidentally hit him in the face once..

I got to bed around 3am, woke up at 4:30am.

1 1/2 hours of sleep.

But it was worth it.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

"IT'S NAKED TIME! - Dumbledore [Potter Puppet Pals] "

So, after much deliberation...

...I have decided that my readers have their say...

...on whether or not the constant nakedness of my drawings disturbs them.

Vote on my poll for your say.

Yesh. [=

(By the way, it closed already. You guys won. DANG IT.)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

"Stop trying to hold my hand!"

I often have to wait for my parents to pick me up after play practice.

Not that I'm complaining or anything...

I always have a certain rock, a very special rock I stand on.

Since it's about 7:3opm or so when I get out there, it's often dark, so dark your really can't see me.

While I'm standing on the rock, I like to sing:


Opera, to be exact.

But I don't sing just on the rock, I sing from the theater, going to the rock.

Which means that I have to pass quite a few cars in the front of the school.

Of course, I always look to see who is driving the car to see if I know them.

I'm pretty sure they're judging, since I can see the look on their face when they see me singing opera.

Often I see people getting in or out their cars and people stare at me and give me that, "What are you smokin'?" look when they also hear me.

I sing various things; like Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, The Music Man, and other various fun songs I can think of.

Oh how I love waiting to get picked up, it brings me great joy into my life.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

"Why is your pinkie fingernail so pointy?" "Better to pick out ear wax, my dear."

Onions.

My arch-nemesis.

Cutting them are the WORST.

I make dinner every Sunday, and I had the privilege to cut green pepper, red pepper, mushrooms, and ONIONS.

I start cutting the onions quickly, hoping that my eyes won't water and my mascara will smear everywhere.

Oh boy but they did. Here comes the water works. One, two, three, four, I lost count how many tears are shed.

I go to my bathroom to take off my make-up and WOO, a face only a Mother could love.

I did what anyone would do.


Get some goggles woo!

I proceeded to cut onions and success! No more crying!

Yeah, I know. I'm so cool I made ice cubes look hot.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

"That was a random spazz attack."

Floral Design was pretty much bomb.

We're learning the color wheel and how you have to mix colors to make new colors.
(So elementary school, I know.)

What was even more elementary schoolish is that we got to use blue, red, and yellow PLAY-DOH.

We had to mix play-doh to get secondary and tertiary colors.

Of course, when I completed my color wheel I took some extra play-doh with me.

I played with it throughout my classes... just rolling it around in my hands calmed me.

Of course, my friends were extremely jealous, and insisted that I would share with them.

We made a flattened frog, a turtle, a snail, an Oompa Lompa, an ice cream cone, an alligator, a statue of a weird guy, a burrito, and I'm sure there was more.

Yeah, you know you're jealous.

Monday, November 8, 2010

" If you ever get cancer and you lose your hair, I'll donate my hair for your wig."

I have the most horrible dream last night.

This tale is NOT for the faint hearted!

I really don't remember how it all started. But then again it's a nightmare, who really remembers these things?

I believe I was in a cardboard box in an alley with stink rays eminating from my body.


I was homeless, obviously since I DID live in a box, a refrigerator box to be exact. Nice and roomy.

Why do you ask am I homeless? Since my parents disliked me with a passion.

Just because I majored in Floral Design at BYU Idaho and the weather was horrible so no one in the world was able to plant flowers. So there goes the floral design industry!

I tried to find jobs, but my stink rays eminating from my body made the interviewers shriek in horror.

Of course, I DID try to take a shower.

In the drinking fountains.

Didn't work.

Very sticky indeed.

I was a hobo and no one liked me.

I hope this isn't deja vu.

"I just realized I've been wearing my shirt backwards.. I've been wearing it for hours."

You know, there's one thing I REALLY hate about moving to a new house.

Whenever I'm wandering in the dark trying to find my way I usually:

a. Run into a wall
b. Run into the fridge
c. Run into a picture,
d. Run into a door
e. Run into a table
f. Run into a door hinge
g. All of the above


I haven't ran into a door hinge not once but three times already since August.

All three caused me on limping for at least 48 hours with a bruised pinkie.

Two of them caused me to cry and crazily roll around on the floor.

One caused me to have part of my pinkie toenail ripped off. [Beautiful thought I know.]

Oh yeah, and if I ever try to use my hands to feel the walls, I usually aim wrong and I get bruises.

I fail at walking in the dark.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

"I burned the chow!"

Last night I was talking to Chris and I had a craving for popcorn.

I hunt for the microwaved popcorn and put it in for 2:50, thinking that would be a sufficient amount of time.

Oh, it was sufficient enough.

I smelt something nasty and I take out the popcorn 10 seconds early.

I go sit down and I stare at the popcorn and I open it and a waft of nasty burning badness poofs on my face.

I cough, choke, and make very dramatic faces while my eyes water in pain because the smell is so atrocious!

I observe the popcorn...


It looks better in picture than reality. There were some whole pieces that were burnt black all the way through!

I ate some of it anyways, but when my parents came home they begged me to throw away the popcorn outside.

I ate some more, and THEN I finally took it out to the trash.

The house smelled so bad, we lighted the candle 'Leaves' and it didn't do any good. Then I sprayed the whole house with Lysol. It didn't work.

We need to upgrade to Febreze.

It brought back memories when it was about 4 years ago when I was 12 and I'd always eat Easy Mac.

I made some Easy Mac as usual and I thought to myself, man, that was really easy to make.

Once again, it smelled a little funny in our house but I thought nothing of it. Our windows were open and I was probably smelling something from outside.

The microwave beeps and I open the door and a whole cloud of smoke comes straight for me and I hack like an old lady!

Oh I wish I could have taken a picture of this, but I had forgotten to put water in my Easy Mac and all of the pasta was burnt black.

It smelled for almost a day before the house smelled normal, just like the popcorn fiasco.

The house smells normal now, until next time.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

"Too lazy to put on clothes? Please tell me you aren't a nudist."

I've taken a shower and forgotten to bring my towels back into the bathroom at least four times.

Of course, there's nothing I can do about it considering my bedroom is down the hallway and I'd rather not run amok.

I scour around trying to find something to dry myself off with and all I find is washcloths.

AH! I'm naked!


Luckily, I was able to find a spare towel in the cabinets.

I really need to learn to put my towels back in the bathroom.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

"Oh don't even GO there girlfriend. ROODE. -snaps fingers- "

I really enjoyed practice today when the directors were having their meeting.

Allyson and I were chilling in the front row of the theatre and we noticed that Victor, Afari, Madison, Samuel, and a many other people were playing with color guard flags.

Allyson and I looked at each other, and said that we should become ninjas and sneak up on them.

Of course, we go the long way and we go through the seats, crouching down.

Then crouching became crawling.

Then crawling became laughter and falling on your face since I was acting like I was crawling like I was underneath barbed wire at boot camp.

I'm not surprised when we finally got there [we gave up half way through] everyone was staring at us and said they heard us.

Yeah.. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole theater heard us.

Monday, November 1, 2010

""I wonder what's it like to make out with a cow."

I realized here in Morgan Hill, I have a lot of family.

1. Two husbands - CJ and Chris
2. Two wives - Justine and Hannah (she's not technically in Morgan Hill, but still)
3. Three daughters - Stephanie, Jackie and Lilly
4. Grand kids - Jessica, Ashley + the whole drama class
5. Four younger sisters - Allyson, Corey, Madison, Allegra
6. Five younger brothers - Afari, Jim, Johnathan, Kalum and Samuel
7. One cousin - Lexie
8. One sister-in-law - Aureli

Man, I think Stockton has some competition for having the most family already.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

"I don't really like the gumballs for the gum, I just like the satisfying feeling of biting into the ball."

My parents and I went to the mall yesterday to look for a table stand for our new 42' TV!

Exciting, I know.

We walked past 25 cent machines and my Dad gave me a quarter and I was overjoyed.

I chose to get a jawbreaker and it brought back memories...

(I was gypped since the inside was actually a big sweetart on the inside)

It was probably at least 11-12 years ago when Heather had a HUMONGOUS jawbreaker a little smaller than a baseball.

Heather only ate about half of it, and then threw it away in the bathroom garbage.

Now, me being a little 5-6 year old youngin', I really didn't care about germs.

I did three repulsive violations to mankind.

1) I took it out of the garbage can.

2) Didn't even bother washing it.

3) Bon
appétit! I ate the whole thing!

I was a naaasteh child back then.



Thursday, October 28, 2010

"There's an orange M&M on the floor, it looks delicious!"

I, Emily Sudweeks was stepping into the tub to take a shower.

I didn't look inside the tub when I stepped inside, which is quite out of the ordinary.

Little did I know that I had a little friend that wanted to take a shower with me.

HELLO.

But no, I did not scream like a little school girl. I did not jump. [Maybe just a little bit.]

I simply stepped out of the tub and grabbed Windex.

I drowned that spider with Windex, and washed it down the drain.

My bathtub oddly smells like Windex now.

I AM WOMAN!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

"I'm sorry my spit is all over your face now!"

Ashley, Jada, and I always hang out together from 6:35-8:05am since we don't have a 0 period.

For the last three days we've chilled in the car since it's been so cold outside.

5 minutes of being in the car, Jada falls asleep, and I'm soon after.

But right as I fall asleep, I snored ONCE, woke myself up, confused on why I'm awake.

Then, I realized I snored myself awake.

But.. the sad thing to say is that this isn't the first time this has happened..

Monday, October 25, 2010

"Jacob Black is so hot you could bake cookies on him!"

I am no longer allowed to curl my hair on Fridays.

Apparently Derek [a football player] has noticed a correlation to football games and my hair.

Whenever I straighten my hair, Live Oak wins.

If I curl my hair, Live Oak loses.

I am now Derek's good luck charm... or technically Live Oak's good luck charm.

They just don't know it yet.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

"And I was like OW PAPERCUT! And Jasper was like OHM NOM NOM NOM NOM!"

I have committed my first federal crime.

I could go to JAIL for this.

I think.

"I'M INNOCENT I SWEAR!"

I can't believe I did this.

But I did.

I left my shoes in Stacie's car when she took me home from Cassie's Surprise Birthday Party.

I found her at the dance and she gave me the keys to her car, refusing to come with me to get my shoes.

So I was walking around in the rain for at least five minutes trying to find her car.

I saw an old car and I thought, "Ohh! This is her car! ...Sweet, the door is already unlocked!"

So, I opened the car and searched for my shoes.

It wasn't her car.

I broke and entered into someone's car!!

I must repent.

At least I locked the door when I shut it, I mean, what if I really was a burglar?

Saturday, October 23, 2010

"What does my house smell like?"

So I was in drama the other day and we had to get into a circle and one at a time we had to yell a 'primal noise'.

One person chirped like a bird, someone meowed, someone did a wolf.

What did I do?


Oh yeah, I did my imitation of Gollum and screamed, 'MY PRECIOUS!'

No one expected THAT coming out of me.

Oh how I love being unpredictable.

Friday, October 22, 2010

"People are starting to show up, I guess I should pull my pants up now"

It's a bit saddening on how easily amused I get get.

For example, while we were at the airport to welcome home Brian, [he's finally home wewt wewt!] I was excited and happy over the simplest things.

Simple thing number one:



Yes, yes, the floor was glittery, and when I was walking on it I stared at the ground the whole time in awe.

Simple thing number two:

Escalators. Pure joy.

Escalators are pretty much the coolest thing since sliced bread. I went on the escalators THREE times. I only tripped on them once.

I love airports.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

"It takes 2 to tango, but it takes 4 to do the YMCA!"

Serious confession time!

For the first time in... a long time, a boy put his arm around me.

SHOCKING I KNOW. The last time that happened was when:




was actually in California.

Oh, did I forget to mention he hasn't been in California for exactly NINE months?

Nine months down, fifteen to go! [=

By the way, the boy that put his arm around me was acting for the play, "It's A Wonderful Life," it meant nothing.

Old Lady: "Is that Emily's real hair?" Mom: "Yes." Old Lady: "Oh, I thought it was a wig."

I was in the bathroom, finishing curling my hair. Still drowsy from my AMAZING one hour nap at 6:40am. (TGIW!)

I pick up my hair spray and check to see if it's working and it sprayed:

AHHHHH!!!!

Right in the kisser!

It hurt.

It burned.

Real bad.

"It's a kitten, I swear!"

CJ and I were walking towards our lunch table and I saw a piece of bread stuck on the wall.

Yes, I know I didn't draw CJ, too lazy.

I have no idea how it is defying gravity... I saw no traces of peanut butter nor jelly.

I wonder if it's going to be there tomorrow...

"My name is Emily and I'm addicted to Otter Pops."

My name is Emily Sudweeks and in the last two nights, I've eaten an otter pop in the shower since I love them, and get the worst brain freeze EVER.

Then, I eat another one.

This is what my garbage pretty much looks like every day...

True story.

I need help.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

"Aunt Tilly, do I look good enough to eat?"

Madison, Afari [awesomenest name ever], and I were at play practice and we were hungry so we went to the vending machine.

We saw a truck driver that was glaring at us evily, and we joked that he planned on running us over with his truck.

Of course, he gets into his truck and starts heading toward us.

Afari says, "Shall we scream at the top of our lungs and run away with our hands in the air?"

So naturally we did.

You are jealous of my drawing skills.

Afari had the BEST school girl scream I've ever heard in my life, which made me choke on my Chex Mix... which made me tear up.... but good thing that when we got back to the theatre we had a funeral scene... my tears look realistic!

I'm going to like play practice so much more now...

"I guess we can't preach now, let's go sit in the bathtub!"

In seminary we were memorizing scripture mastery songs, which were quite catchy to familiar hymns.

We got in the car, excited since we got a hold of the CD with all of the songs.

Of course, the cool thing to do is to roll down our windows, turn the volume up so the windows shook, and start to sing along complete with dancing and head banging. [Even the driver partook, shhh.]

Yeah, I'm positive people were judging.

After we got out of the car, we started to sing and march, "And if youuu keep my commandments... and enduuuuure to the end,... you shall have eternal life, which gift is the greatest of ALL the gifts of Gooooood. Doctrine and Covenants fourteen seeeeeeeevennn!"

Psh, and people say Mormons don't have fun.