Bohemian Like You

I just saw The Devil Wears Prada with Steven. I enjoyed it thoroughly and now have an intense desire to go out and buy obscenely expensive clothes and very high heels and run around New York City looking fabulous. All I have to do is rob a bank and sell my soul (apparently). Worth it? Ha! I'm so very far away from that world.

Or am I? As I walked up to my room and reminded myself to sleep with my cell phone by my bed in case Travis calls earlier then previously planned and has something for me to do before I pick him up, I stopped in slight worry. But then I thought, silly emily. You wear jeans to YOUR internship. Everything is fine.

I can now sleep easy in my very clean room. Every single time I look at my desk I get giddy. Lying on top are the maps and books steve and I have miticulously poured over in preparation for next years travels. We're going to be so very prepared.

For ash's birthday we went to an authentic moroccan restaurant where we ate a five course meal with our hands, sat on cushions on the ground, and watched a belly dancer. It was brilliant and made me very excited for studying abroad in the spring. I'm not sure how I feel about this eating with your hands however. The couscous was downright impossible to get into your mouth without serious spillage. I'll right. I'm tired and I have to work tomorrow.

Tata for now.

It is approximately a bazillion degrees in this office (approximately). Why oh why did I decide to wear jeans today?

What did people DO before google?? Steve and I pondered that very question when sitting in his car one night and we came up with no answer. Perhaps we were too afraid to REALLY explore the possibilities. Today I was speaking to Megan about the fact that I've been getting a lot of headaches and its sort of freaking me out. So today I typed in "frequent headaches" to google and this article came up:

What’s Causing Your Frequent Headaches? Look in the Mirror

Could you be giving yourself a headache? The answer is yes, if you take over-the-counter remedies like Tylenol, aspirin or Advil more than twice a week. Excessive amounts of common medications can dull your body’s natural pain relievers and actually cause more headache.

Do I do this? Yes. Times ten.

In conclusion, I need to stop taking pain medication for everything. Apparently it's bad for you. google, what would I do without you? Let us never ever find out.

Okay, I admit. I've put off reading the last 100 pages of Gone with the Wind because I know what's going to happen and it depresses me. But I must finish it because I won't start writing this stupid script that Travis wants me to write until page 1027. That's just how I roll. Ha! What a funny phrase! I fully intend to use it more often.

I'm tired. My back kind of hurts. I want Steve and Megan to come home.

Dentures are expensive.

I convinced Sarah to come to Morocco with me. It was immensely difficult. The conversation went something like this:

Sarah: I don't know where to study abroad. I was thinking maybe Kenya.
Emily: Yeah, I thought about Kenya too, but I've decided to go to Morocco.
Sarah: Wow! Can I come?!

Ahh, my powers of persuasion remain unrivaled. Perhaps sarah and I can ride across the desert together on one of those two bump camels. That's be sweet, what with the riding and the desert and the two bumps. Honestly though, riding on a camel looks immensely uncomfortable. Maybe they'll let me ride a horse instead. On second thought, that's probably a bad idea. Horses need water, or so they tell me. Rumor has it, the desert lacks large quantities of water.

Why can't Scarlett fucking realize that she's in love with Rhett and stop being such a bitch to everybody around her?! Never before have I gotten so immensely frustrated with a character in my life. If I didn't like her so much, I probably wouldn't care, but it's painful watching the inevitable downfall of a character you love. Because damn it! I do give a damn!

Powers back up to 15%. Excellent. Kim told Erin, Sarah, and I yesterday that our computers were going to crash because none of us have any memory left. Then she said some stuff about rams and laughed a lot but none of us knew why because we don't speak the computer language. Awe, don't worry kim. It's the computer age. Nerds are in.

Fair enough. I'll stop babbling.

PS - we were robbed of a wonderful win in stratego! Damn it!

Steve and I (Steve one time mocked the summer that every single livejournal entry, for those were the days we wrote in it as often as possible because every little thing we did was SO DAMN INTERESTING (not), began with the phrase "Steve and I" or "Emily and I"...things have not changed much, I suppose) are planning an epic trip to europe. And I do mean epic. We will be gone for two months next summer and we will see everything and we will sleep in cheap hostels or camp in borrowed tents and we will swim off amazing beaches and hike through beautiful wilderness and drink fine wine and meet hot boys with HOT accents and we will see things we've never seen before and it will be brilliant.

What's this? You don't think it will actually happen?

We bought maps. We planned the route. We talked to our parents. I'm saving up every cent I own. So that's that.

But alas, for now I must work work work and that's okay.

Sunriver, how we love you. But worry not, mis amigos. You will be able to see it all because we made a music video, yes, a music video. And it will be brilliant.

And now I am off to watch a mariners game in the scorching heat of July. I plan to eat peanuts and hot dogs and get bored around the fifth inning.

Alright.
I'll study abroad in Morocco.
It was the camel rides through the desert that pushed me over the edge. Who can say no to a camel ride?

I would certainly not like to meet such a person.

I. Love. Seattle.

Today during my lunchbreak I noted with strange amusement that at least fifty percent of the people at Westlake were also on their lunchbreaks, also eating alone, and alse trying to find a point to stare blankly into that would not be intrepreted as staring AT somebody. Later, I sat in starbucks reading and drinking a vanilla latte. My father called and asked where I was so he could meet me there. I told him I was at the starbucks across from nordstrom on 6th ave. Five minutes later dear old dad calls again saying that he's standing in the starbucks on 6th across from nordstrom's and I'm not there.

ONLY IN SEATTLE where there are 86 starbucks in the downtown area alone would this ever be a problem.

I am tired.

Fear not, my fair friends, for my computer is once again up and running. Apparently I severely underestimated the talent of my father because it took him about ten minutes with the help of dental tools to remove the metal thingie from my power...thing. Awe, it is good to have it back and running. In other news, I learned how to use garage band today and discovered that I would be wearing a white lab coat when working for my father. Wowzers.

You know you've been up too long when...

you go to starbucks when it closes and then when it opens.

Goodnight.

Brave New World: An Examination of Human Rights Within the People’s Republic of China
There are three types of people in the world that nobody understands: geniuses, madmen, and guys that mumble. I fall into the first category. Ha. Totally kidding. If I fell into that category I wouldn’t be sitting here at 9:12 pm on a Saturday night staring at a more or less blank word document with a pile of books in front of me, an empty bag of Cheetos to my right and a crumpled sandwich wrapper to my left. Mmmm...cheetos. Starbucks closes at eleven and I think I’ll head over there before then. A vanilla latte would be nice right now. I just need to keep my eye on the finish line. Emily, all you have to do is write a mere TEN PAGES tonight and then you will be DONE with papers until September! Yes, done. You can relax. Kick up your feet. Stop and smell the roses. Sleep. Ah, sleep. How I love thee.
Ten pages. That’s like…ten hours of hell and then it’s OVER.
I will do this or die trying.

Second attempt at paper:

China is at the forefront of being a world power in this god forsaken place of ruin that we live. Why are you the most unmotivated person in the entire world? Don’t you realize that this is your grade? Probably a large portion of your grade and you’re sitting on your ass just wasting time? Think of Veronica Mars. She’d be all over this paper like a fly is all over…flypaper. That happens to be the best analogy I can come up with right now and other then the over usage of the word “fly” I think it was rather good. Today I saw Sarah and Erin walking to Reid. We had an exchange like this:
Emily: You guys going to Reid?
Sarah: Yup, you?
Emily: No, I’m heading over to the library (pathetic look)
Erin: That sucks.
Emily: Agreed
Sarah: (taking in the sandwich, juice, orange, and chips I am holding) You have a sack lunch. That’s so…sad.
Emily: (looks sad)

Move about separate ways.
I wish I had said the following

Sarah: You have a sack lunch. That’s so…sad.
Emily: Well, yes, minus, you know, the sack, which I would argue is an important part of a “sack lunch.”
Sarah: Ha! Good point!

Alas, the conversation went nothing like that.

Maybe I'll just go to starbucks now.

My mother is a fish.

Ha. Not really.

Today, it begins...

Charity, of a sorts. We make pancakes and people pay three bucks to eat them and then we donate the proceeds to needy children. Hmm...take away the "of a sorts." I suppose it's just regular charity. I drove back and forth from the dream house to reid delivering pancakes of all shapes and flavors. In the car I listened to the veronica mars soundtrack and pretended that I didn't have a paper to write tonight. Sometimes I feel like that's all I do here. Write papers. Especially this past month. Days are counted not by weekdays or weekends but by when the due date of my next assignment will be. 1 day until my american lit. four days until politics. six days until harlem renaissance. Four days until my golden age of cinema presentation. four days until my politics presentation. six days until my harlem renaissance presentation. seven days until my harlem renaissance final. x number of days until my american lit. final. Am I stressed out? Surprisingly not. I mean, I will be. Next week probably, but for right now it is just way to sunny to be stressed out. So I will take this all one day at a time and if I make it through to the end of the semester, well, go me.

I had coffee with scott when he was here for a bike race and we talked about spain and europe and he sort of convinced me to study abroad there instead of africa. Now I really don't know what I'm going to do, which is frustrating because I thought I had it all figured out.

I'm done. I mean seriously. Why am I writing in this thing? It is not conducive to going to bed at a semi-reasonable hour.

We have decided to deliver the drink to nobody, not because we do not feel like pranking *****, but because we need to conduct a scientific experiment.

Hypothesis: Two of our small drinks that could very well, in most cultures, be larges, will not fit the entirety of jack and the box's large cup. Because, as stated in the previous entry. It is the world's hugest drink.

Conclusion: Inconclusive because Andrea came in and offered to take it for us and it would have sounded stupid if we had not allowed her to.

too bad.

We were faced with a dilema. One may argue, the greatest dilema of the twenty first century. Before us, stood a drink. The worlds hugest drink. In fact, we hadn't even known drinks came that large. They do. And it is large. We had bought this drink for our good friend kim wetter who had to stay up all night. And here, my friends, is where we reach our dilema.
1. To walk all the way over to maxey and hand kim, the poor and thirsty, said drink
2. Be lazy, sit in tracy's room, and play a joke on ***** who lives one floor down. The joke WOULD be funny. I swear.

So, what are we to do? How did we get ourselves into this rather prickly situation? We knew we wouldn't want to go out again.

Ending thoughts?
Tracy: Um....I'm content with our decision. What about you?
Emily: *****, be prepared to be horribly pranked!

No. Seriously. It's the only thing I've ever seen, TV or Movie, that makes me want to take out a piece of paper and a pencil and try to work out how all the clues fit together after every single episode. I have no idea who caused the bus crash. No. fucking. clue. Not even a guess. What I DO know is that by episode 22 the mystery will be solved and that, my friends, is what makes Veronica Mars twice the show lost is.

Good luck with the school projects and remember we love you very much.

Dad



These emails always make so happy.

We didn't get the damn dream house and now kim may end up living somewhere else because we can't find a fucking six person house and this just totally sucks. Damn you robert. Damn you for taking so long to get off your lazy ass to try to get on the lease. Damn. shit.fuck.

In other news.
Time: 10:55, Friday night
Politics paper due date: 6:00 am Saturday
Number of pages written: 0
Number of pages needed: 5ish

Here goes....

Why don't I ever feel compelled to update when I'm at school? Stuff happens here. I swear. Cool stuff. Stuff that merits writing down. So why don't I ever write about this alleged cool stuff?

I have no answer.