Lame Pick Up Lines Do NOT Work

So I had the privilege to watch the 5 hour version of Pride and Prejudice with my amazing roommates Kelsi and Julia. We grabbed a pizza and some soda and headed over to the Lounge to watch it on the big screen instead of our laptop. Sadly enough, the tv in our apartment doesn't have a DVD hookup.

About an hour or so in, we noticed that there was this bug on the screen. Julia took it upon herself to get rid of the insect in the most obvious way possible...

She grabs a pillow that she was using, swipe it across the TV, (and in one fluid motion) throw it against the wall, turn 180 degrees, do a little jump, all while running away and jumping back on the couch. It was seriously the cutest and funniest thing ever.

About two hours in, a girl and a guy started to do their homework at the table, not bothering us whatsoever. I didn't really think much of it until the girl left thirty minutes later and the guy stuck around.

That, is where it all went downhill from there.

The guy singles me out by pointing at me and asks me my name. (Note: He never told me his name so I will proceed to call him Arnold from now on.)

I told him my name was Emily, and he then asked me, "Emily, do you have a band-aid? Since I hurt myself when I fell for you."

Me, only hearing the first half of his question, I idiotically said, "Uhm, in my apartment?" Then realizing when I spoke those last words I realized Arnold used one of the oldest pick up lines in the book. I seriously wanted to do a face palm and I was hoping he was joking.

Alas, he was not.

While Arnold was throwing more pick up lines at me such as, "What's your favorite temple? Because I'm looking at mine," or "Is your name virtue? Since you garnish my thoughts unceasingly." (The first thing you asked me was my name you imbecile, don't use that one! >.<) Julia jumped off of the couch and rolled over to where Kelsi was sitting so he couldn't see her. She mouthing the word, "No," to me over and over again, so I switched my answer to "maybeeee" to no.

But Arnold wasn't exactly giving it up. "Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?" escaped his mouth and I gave Julia and Kelsi multiple looks as he was literally looking up pick up lines from his phone.

He goes on and starts talking about a pick up line that involved marriage, which just freaks me out more. It went something along the lines of, "You know what I want? I want to be sitting down with my kids one day, and they'd ask me about my first love. I can tell them about how I saw this most magnificent, beautiful girl..." and I cut Arnold off since he lost his train of thought. I finished the pick up line saying, "and you'd point at me and say that's her," since I knew how it was going to end. I'm the master of pick up lines.

Then he started to make up this story on the spot and I was so flabbergasted I wasn't even paying attention to what Arnold was saying because I was trying to figure out how to get out of it. Thankfully, Julia read my mind, piped up, and said, "Should I pause the movie?" Only then got the hint and said, "No I'll leave," and left the lounge.

We paused the movie anyways.

Long story short, his uncanny behavior has been known to cause... distress in previous situations. Julia has learned this from past friend's experiences, so she thought it would be best if I learn from the girl's past experiences, and not have to learn myself.

Shucks.

"What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

Taking out the trash.

Just a simple chore a kid could do it.

Taking out the trash out to the curb is a bit more difficult.

Usually my Daddykins takes out the trash every Thursday, but it was my turn. My family has accidentally forgotten to take out the trash two weeks in a row because of our various vacations, so I really had to take it out tonight.

I think it’s going to take 5-10 minutes tops considering I had to take out both recyclables, trash, and greenery. So I slip into some boots and an oversized sweatshirt and head on out into the brisk air.

I know there’s supposed to be four, but I only saw three. I shrugged it off and get to the first recyclables- not so bad, not so bad. Onto the garbage, had to put a little more effort into it to get it over the curb since the dirt isn’t very compact. Then I see that our gardener nicely put our green garbage close to the curb so I didn’t have to push it far to the curb.

Then I see why.

As I attempt to push the garbage can to the curb, I feel my feet moving whilst the can stays right in place. The can is practically overflowing, and I can’t get it to budge. I get a bit of a running start and kick the bottom of the can and I make miniscule progress, then the edge of the curb halts whatever force of motion I had into completing this mission.

I try to lean the can back towards me so I can shove with all of my might over the curb and onto the street. But the farther I leaned, the more… drippage I got from the can. As most of you all know, my girliness comes out and I shriek in disgust and let go of the garbage can.

Bad move. Very, VERY bad move.

The garbage can slips and falls forwards onto the street horizontally, crashing and spewing leaves, dirt, and other greenery paraphilia everywhere. A car comes by to witness the scene so I scream and run toward the fence and hide behind the bushes until the coast is clear.

I walk back in disgust and try to jerk the can upright so I can move on my merry way back into the house. No luck. I try to get a good grip on my hands and a good tread on my feet and give another yank but with no avail.

I try to move it to on its side so the slight hill that the street is on will help me stand it straight. That made it even worse and created more spillage all over the street. Out of the corner of my eye, I see this ginormous bug running away from the pile of leaves. I yelp in repulsion and try to stay away from it as far as possible. Then for some strange reason I saw it was running in a straight line at a perfect pace down the slope. I looked closer and realized it was a perfect clump of… something rolling out of the trash. I laugh to myself and how silly I sounded, but it’s a plausible scenario that insects could very well be living in my garbage can. As I laughed to myself, I saw yet another car coming towards me, and I darted toward my fence and hid behind it just in case someone gave me a judging look for the mess in the street.

I walk back and look at my situation, admittedly enough I tried to take a picture of it so I could have a laugh and post it on here but alas, it was too dark. I make a few more attempts in pulling the can and kept on failing over and over again no matter how hard I tried. I scurried back and forth between the bushes and the curb as cars whizzed on by the embarrassing scene.

I admit to myself I don’t have the strength to pull it upright, so I wonder if I can push it upright. I get out on the street, and successfully push it upright! I do a little HALLELUAH in my head, before I realize leaves and dirt are getting all over me because more of it was still falling out. The girly part of me wants to let go in revulsion, but I know it’d just happen again if I let go, so I finally completed my mission.

…or so I thought.

I looked around me, and texted Orion if I had to clean up the mess around me or if I could just leave it. I sighed when I saw the simple ‘Yes’ on the screen. So, I marched off to find the shovel, and scooped up the remaining greenery off the street and into the green garbage.

And of course you know I ran away whenever a car came near.

"This kinda thing would NEVER happen to me."

This is the story of how I almost died.

So, I failed to mention where I now work.

You are looking at the blog of a person who works at -drum roll- Gilroy Gardens! Woot woot! It's pretty much an amusement park for little kids. But I can testify that it's great fun for 18 year olds because -cough- I was just there two or three weeks ago with a friend.

I got an interview Monday around 2:30 and I left juuuust a little bit late for my liking.

It didn't really help that I kept on getting every. single. red. light. imaginable.

But there was this one stop light that was different from the rest.

-cue dramatic music here-

As I was approaching this certain stop light, I noticed there was a train crossing. No big deal right? I slowly come to a stop, with the train tracks right in front of me.

I was bouncing in my seat, anxious to get to my interview on time when suddenly... I see a sports car speeding towards me in my lane with no desire to stop.

I slightly panic, but realize I have space in front of me, so I move forward to give the sports car more room to brake. As I predicted they would, they braked at the very last second. Pssh... sports cars.

Now in defense mode, I look to my left, with a sigh of relief as I see no trains coming towards me.

Look to my right, and I promise you the color from my face drained completely as I saw two headlights getting closer and closer to me as I gasped in unbelief.

"There's a train coming towards me. There's a train coming towards me? There's a TRAIN coming TOWARDS me!" was my thought process the entire time as I was right on the train tracks.

I nervously look back and forth between the red light and the train. It literally felt like the longest red light in the history of red lights.

I tried to inch up closer to the car in front of me to get out of the train's path, but with no luck. I was still in the direct path of the train.

I looked behind me to see if the sports car backed up to give me space, but he was tailgating me more than ever. But, of course he wasn't in the path of destruction, only I was.

I half heartedly chucked to myself thinking, "Oh in heaven, people are going to ask how I died. I'll get to tell them that I was going to an job interview, and I got hit by a train. Hah!"

I even started to wonder if the crossing gates were going to smash my car so I wouldn't be able to open my door. But considering I was paralyzed with fear, I wouldn't have been able to even if I thought of it. I kept on looking. Train. Stop light. Train. Stop light. Train. Stop light. I started praying harder than I ever had before to make it out of this car alive.

Before I almost started to hyperventilate, the stop light turned green. I have never been more happy to see a green light in my life. HALLELUJAH! I slammed on the accelerator as gently as I could onto my destination

I got to my interview exactly on time, and got the job right on the spot.

I NEVER plan on taking that route to Gilroy Gardens ever. again.

Although, I do have to cross another pair of train tracks on the new route to work...

Guess what, I'm not dead!

Crazy, I know right?

So I'm not entirely sure if I'll be doing the same style of blogging I did back in 2010 or 2011. I mean, the pictures were cool and all that jazz. But I'm now in college, more mature. -sophisticated pose-

Okay, maybe not so mature.

But the last year has been good. Have had a few break ups, some new relationships, it's all good in the not so hood. I finished my first year at community college with 34 credits behind me, and now I'm preparing myself to go to good ol' BYU Idaho. OH MAN.

(May I just say I am absolutely enthralled to be able to get show choir class where I'll participating in a 4 part women harmony? Music to my ears!)

Not to mention I've not gained one, but two jobs this summer.

(Although I plan on quitting my first job, besides gosh danggit, it whomps.)

I suppose I could share my near death experience while obtaining one of those jobs... But in reality, what would make you interested in coming back to read my blog tomorrow if I told you the exciting tale now?

Hut 2, 3, 4!

Since it's the summer, I figured it was time to get into shape.

I don't want to be a house ridden couch potato!

After a few weeks I thought it was really boring just running forwards and backwards on the elliptical (running backwards is so painful too, WOO).

So I decide to go through my Mom's workout DVDs and videos.

I've felt ridiculous dancing to the beat while I do simple but embarrassing dance steps.

Yesterday I did Boot Camp Workout DVD.

Note to readers: If you fail to have weights, use remote controls
(Note: They are NOT effective at all)

Let's just say, everything BUT my arms are SO. SORE.

It hurts to laugh. Do you have ANY idea how much I laugh?

I accidentally kicked the elliptical while I was doing my roundhouse kicks.

WHOOPS

I nearly punched the lamp AND the elliptical.

DOUBLE WHOOPS.

I think there should be a warning label at the beginning of the DVD...

"My biscuits are burning!"

So last night I was up late last night.

All of the windows were open.

All of the lights were out.

Except ONE.

I was on the internet and I smelled something burning.

I investigated outside.

I investigated the rest of the house.

I finally realize... something like this happened.



All of the bugs that were attracted to the light.

Some of them were dumb and ended in a crispy death ON the lightbulb.

Tasty!

"You just lost the game."

AHOLA!

(Now if this was a introduction in a talk you guys would say AHOLA! back.)

Yesterday I was able to go to a Stake Mutual Luau, and I must say...

IT WAS THE BOMB DIGGITY.

Macy and I got food and we cut quite a few people...
Heh heh heh...

I mean, they weren't paying attention to the line so it was obvious that they didn't want to eat!

I noticed a certain male was there that I wish that wasn't...

(If you really want to know what I'm talking about just ask)

He was being a BIT of a creeper.

Good thing I had my trusty shades to hide underneath!

Then of COURSE when they announced a Hula Hoop Contest I became less discreet and jumped right up!

I could have gone for hours, most people don't know my skills I have.

Multiple people went down.

I yawned.

We had to move around.

I took off my shoes while hula hooping and started to do spins and walking around the 'stage'.

The last person besides me was just slooooowly moving.

Then I lost my balance for a second and people thought I was going to drop and everyone GASPED.

I regain my composure and people cheered.

Then I pretended to be a plane with my arms and soar... it was quite fun!

Finally the other girl stopped and I was able to show off my tricks!

Hula hoop from my waist to my neck.

My neck to my arm.

Back to my arm to my neck to my waist.

Waist to my knees.

Then my knees to my feet and I started to skip.

People cheered and I felt triumphant!

So much for going unnoticed and hope that this certain male doesn't talk to me!

Then we learned a hula dance and Angela, Anna, Kelsi, Macy, Stacie, and I started to do our own interpretations of the movements... (I'm guessing I'm forgetting a few people)

Sorry, but you just had to be there. xP

Then we got to choose different stations and most of us went to KARAOKE! ALRIGHT.

We sung N'Sync, Lady Gaga, Avril Lavigne, Glee, and others.

Let's say it rocked.

THEN.

AFTERWARDS.

WE.

*drum roll*

WE HAD OTTER POPS!

No... Well, we did, but that's not worth drum rolling about!

*drum roll*

Watched a Fire Dancer perform and it was the coolest but scariest thing in my life!


Then again, I was in the first row and he got right in our faces.

(I was praying that his hands wouldn't get all sweaty and he would throw the two-sided fire baton into the audience and the mutual would end on a negative note, he didn't. HOORAY!)

Then, he asked if anybody wanted to take a picture of him and I was like YES PICTURE TIME!

I was the last picture takee with him, I felt special.

Note to self: Get that picture...

I'll post it if I ever get it.

Then Melissa, Anna, Merry, Dawn, and Marissa and I drove home in Sister Watts car.

Well, and that's just ANOTHER story...

ALOHA!

"Highlight of graduation: Being hit in the face with a cap."

This one is for you Heather:

I haven't blogged in a LONG time.

BUT it's the summertime so I might as well blog at 1am.

But just to let you all know....

I've graduated high school.


WOO HOO!

""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.