""I haven't shaved in like 4 days and my leg hair grows so fast it's gross! Would you like to feel it?"

I love reading, walking on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick. - Emo Emily

I may not be Emo Emily anymore at camp, but I do like doing those things! Yes, poking dead things with a stick too. Don't judge.

But I'd like to focus more on the walking on the beach part.

On Tuesday my family and I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

It was the BOMB DIGGITY.

While we were driving there I saw the ocean and I pointed proclaiming I wanted to walk on the beach!

Yes, it MAY have been 50 degrees or so, I didn't really care.

Also, we had nothing to wipe our feet off if we ever did go to the beach, so I was trying to figure out what I could use instead. No ideas, oh well.

We go to the Aquarium and we see a few hot pink flamingos...


A few seahorses...


A few jelly fish...


A few SEA OTTERS... <3


A few penguins... but I just sat in a 'penguin's egg' instead because it smelled.


After wards we went to Toll House Ice Cream since we were all hungry. We all got hot fudge sundaes. While I was waiting I noticed that they had a substantial amount of napkins.

"Psstt. Mom, grab some napkins. Give them to me so I can stuff them in my jacket!"

Lo and behold, I found out what I can wipe my feet with at the beach... it beat the scary mask in the trunk of my Dads car.

The door was open so there was always these pesky pigeons coming in and out that freaked my Mom out. Especially when they took flight. xD So go Mom, she ate quickly!

We go to the beach and as we park we notice some *questionable people hoovering around the parking lot.

*AKA Homeless Potheads

Let's just say we walked very quickly to the beach.

My facial expressions looked like this when I got into the water...

or..


Yeah, you get the picture. haha After I was done frolicking in the water I got a piggy back ride from this handsome gentleman.

Notice the napkins in my pockets. He was also carrying my shoes so he hid them behind his back. Tee hee!

Not only did he give me a piggy back ride, he also helped me get all of the sand off of my feet with said napkins.

While we were walking back I noticed the questionable people were still there. So I brought up a conversation.

E:"So... what are we going to do if those guys attack us?"
M: "We can throw that branch at them!"
E:"It'll be a bit too far for us to reach if they attack us..."
M: "We can throw those sanded napkins at them!"
E: "Well, I can use my nails and attack their face. I did stage combat so I can kick them-
M: "in the groin!"
E: "Yes I know that, also I can use my elbow since it's one of the stronger muscles. Okay Dad what are you going to do?"
D: "I'd watch! -laughs-"
"Thaaaanks Dad. Now don't blame me if we do get attacked by them!"

We didn't woot woot! Or we probably wouldn't be there. They looked so questionable.. and smelly.

But if I ever live in the Monterey area and I become homeless I know where the coolest hangout is. xD

"BRAAAAAAAINS!" "Actually... I prefer bread."

Yes, we ALL know that I haven't blogged in forever.

So I guess I owe it all to you guys what has happened recently.

At Christmas I got a cell phone...

... I was so happy I cried. d= Tee-hee!

If you want my number you can ask for it on facebook.

About 2 weeks ago I sprained my knee. Exciting right?!

Now I'm going to tell you 2 stories and I won't tell you which one is the made up story...

The first story:

We're doing the musical Footloose, and I was bored before practice started. We have these 5ft and 8ft platforms on the stage so I decided to chase Lizzi. She made the jump from the 8ft to the 5ft platform, so did I. While we tried to go from the 5ft platform to the 8ft platform it didn't go too well. I almost made it. My toes went on the platform but slipped causing my knee to slam down on the platform, and I fell to the floor hitting my tailbone and head. I cried from the pain and surprised I didn't get a concussion.

Then the second story:

I was wearing ballet flats and Lizzi and Afari noticed that my reaction was quite amusing when they stole my shoe. I retrieved it. Then Afari took my shoe again and I raced after him in the very slippery lobby. While he makes a quick right I attempt to do the same but since I had no grip I slid and twisted into the air as I was running through the door. I somehow managed to hit my knee, elbow, tailbone, and head on the way down. I started to cry from pain and no one was around and it was a while before people found me.

Which story is the right one?

So I have a knee brace to wear when I'm doing strenuous activity woot!

That's all. [=

"You hit something and yell about it. That's how music was formed."

I should really start blogging again...

I have so many adventures to tell...

NAWH.

"Goldfish and saltine crackers got married and had a baby named Cheese Nips. [="

I'm not the type of person to get mail. Unless it's a letter from school, a reminder that I have a dentist appointment coming up, or a letter from Ben. Ben and I e-mail so I haven't gotten a letter in a long time.

My Mom told me I got mail and she placed a small envelope in my lap and I assumed it was a letter from Ben, same size so I didn't really think much about it.

I open it up and it looks like this:



Um.. Elder Caj Johansson who? Why is he giving me ribbon? How did he get my address? If he knows me then why didn't he write down my last name?

Of course, I do what all teenagers do and see if he has a facebook. He does, he goes to BYU, and he graduated high school in 2009. Wait what, he lives in Michigan? I've never even been there much know where it is?! No mutual friends? What's going on here?

Ben is in Baltimore, Maryland, he's in Argentina? But yet the stamp says he's still in the USA? Even though he's been a missionary for almost 5 months now? [It's amazing what you can do when you Google his name. HELL-O, family blog!]

I'm so confused... and a bit creeped out.

"Three is my favorite color!"

If you want to be amused for 3 minutes and 45 seconds, you should watch this.



I promise to you all I will have this dance memorized by the end of the year.

"At 11:11 on 11.11.11 I will make the most epic wish EVER."

Wow, it's 2011. Crazy.

I have lived in three decades, two centuries, and three decades and I'm not even 18 yet.

Today, it is 11 months and 11 days until my birthday. My 18th birthday will be on 11.11.11 and it is 1.11.11. Today is pretty dang awesome, AND I saw 11:11am today. 11:11pm is just 23:11 truthfully. 2011 is going to be an awesome year, I already know it. But it's going to take me forever to put 2011 instead of 2010.

I've done quite a few firsts already.

First injury: Headache from headbanging too much, and sore throat from screaming.
First slow dance: Mark Fisher, Home by Michael Buble.. I think
First epic fail seen: Chelsie trying to touch the dance floor's ceiling and she fell twice.
First text message sent: To everyone I sent, "Happy New Years!!!!! [=" to.
First sleepover: Chelsie and Stacie. Thank you Stacie for kicking me in the head, neck, and back and crushing me against the couches headrest. I love you too.
First food eaten: Licorice and Cookies N Cream candy bar
First kiss: Hasn't happened yet.
First hug: Mark or Bryce?
First bed time: 3:11am
First blog post: This one?
First facebook status: '"Mark: "Don't you love how Morgan Hill smells like mushrooms?" Me: "...I thought it smelled like spring rolls..."'
First time crying: Today because of onions.

This year is going to be interesting.

"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.

"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.

"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!

"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.

"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'.

"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.

"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?

"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

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.)

"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.