I wish...

Does anybody else have those days where you're just full to the brim of wishes but total lack any sort of motivation to even leave the bedroom?

Today is one of those days. I'm sitting here in my bed (on the mattress pad because the sheets are in the washer) freezing my behind off because it's cloudy and rainy and cold AGAIN with my corn pad on my feet (it's getting cold, but I don't want to venture off into the kitchen because it's cooooooold out there), just wishing that my closet would all of sudden be full of cute dresses, belts, and shoes and that I'd get this fantastically cute hair style just out of nowhere that I would never have to fix.

I wish my house was painted warm colors and was clean all the time. I wish I had a broom and that the bathroom floor laminate wasn't torn. I wish I had the money/talent to fix up what I already have to make everything look cute and vintage-y.

Today is a day where I wish I was one of those cute girls that everybody loves and has the really cute house that's totally original and you wish it was yours.

And y'know, the funny thing is I think I could be...

But today is not the day I become all of these fabulous things and have the perfect house. Today is the day that I lay in bed, listen to Pandora, play solitaire, and think about the kitchen that is in some serious need of cleaning.

Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow and inspire me.

A Well-Spent Friday Night

Last night, Scottie, Tee, and I got to go to the Mindy Gledhill concert on campus. It was the first concert I'd been to in...well, too long. It was so fun!

We started out the evening by leaving Scottie in line while Tee and I went out to snatch Mindy posters. I mean, the concert was starting in 30 minutes and was sold out, so it's not like the promoter posters were doing much in the vacated buildings. So, off we went to scope out the Spori, Snow, and Romney, and Clarke...

We "stole" four posters: one for each of us, of course, and then one for Beth and one for Emma. The first three were were stealthy thefts, but Tee like, right up and took one in front of a girl at the Clarke. No shame! hah. We ran back at 6:58 because they opened seating at 7:00. Thank goodness for Scottie...when we got back, the line was huge. We got pretty good seats in the middle...until people sat in front of us. *sighs* Why do girls have to have such big hair??

Anyways, the stage looked awesome. There were Christmas lights and hanging fabric and globes and umbrellas...it was pretty cool.

The announcer told us about Mindy's family and that she was expecting another boy, so we all knew she was pregnant, but we didn't know just how pregnant she was, lol.

Anyways, it didn't affect the performance at all. She did awesome! She came out singing "California," which is a very fun song. She was too cute.

She sang *I think* everything from her album "Anchor." She began every song with the stories that inspired them. Come to find out, she's really not a creepy stalker like the song "Crazy Love" may lead you to think. Anyways, it was fabulous, and she's a really great live performer.

So yeah. She was pretty dang cute. After the concert (she encored with Burt Bacharach's "Close toYou," which is one of my all-time favs) we went outside to make some purchases. Tee and I were gonna buy her sheet music for "Anchor" (my favorite song of hers) and then have her sign it....but there were SO MANY people I thought I was gonna die. I do not do very well in heavily-crowded areas that are too warm and smell like BO...I get feverish. :S  And that's exactly what happened. I really thought I was gonna be sick. So, sad as it was, we left without an autograph. Maybe Scottie and I will sneak to the Civic Center tonight in IF to try for an autograph. :)

30 Days of Emily: Le Jour Vingt

Day 20: Something You Wish You Were Better At

I wish I was waaaaaaay more creative. I feel like sometimes I get these really ingenious ideas, but I can never get them out the way I want them to.

The First Sunny Day in a Month

Today is a beautiful day.

Finally.

It's been grey for like, three weeks now. I was getting seriously depressed, no jokes. I mean, it's spring--what the heck, Idaho?!?!

It's still cold-ish, but at least the sun is out.

The sun is really inspiring to me. Or spring is, rather. I mean, when winter's over and the sun comes out, I wake up to birds chirping, and things start growing again, I feel like I can conquer the world.

I dislike New Years Resolutions heartily. Mah. What's the point? People go with it for a couple of weeks and then fall straight back into their old habits. I always do. But when spring comes--that's when I decide I want to change. And I really do it! I get all sorts of projects done and manage to lay around and do nothing all at once. Spring is my New Year. I think I'm going to create my own calendar, when the new year starts in April. That sounds MUCH more reasonable.

30 Days of Emily: Le Jour Dix-Neuf

Day 19: A Pictue of Somewhere You'd LOVE to Travel

...Can I love to travel to more than one place??

Ok though. If I had to pick just ONE place, you all know where I'd go.

The Eiffel Tower

"I will...triumph!!"

Le Musee D'Orsay

Louvre

Versailles (this is the Queen's bedroom. Yeah, I could handle a room like this.)

Giverny Gardens

Euro Disney

30 Days of Emily: Le Jour Dix-Huit

Day 18: A Picture and a Letter

     Dear Ben and Jerry,

Thanks for always being there for me. You never fail to make a bad day better. Many other things have let me down in my life, but never you---to me, you will always be "the one." Thanks for always providing that shoulder to cry on.

     Forever yours,

         Emily

30 Days of Emily: Le Jour Dix-Sept

Day17 - A Picture of Your Biggest Insecurity

For those of you who remember my first blog post, you'll remember

that I told you about a couple insecurities: bad eyebrows and huge
thighs. Hah. Well. Let me tell you a story.

It was a Wednesday morning a couple of weeks ago. I didn't have
class until 12:45, so Scottie and I were just chillin'. Y'know. I was
doing my thing. I decided (while in the shower) that since it had
been a while since I had shaved my legs, I'd fix that. Everything
went as normal...I got out of the shower and proceeded to do my
makeup, and still, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I still had
time before class so I did some homework. At 11:30, I decided I
should probably finish getting ready for class, so I went back to the
mirror. I nearly pee'd my pants. All I could do was stare. Where had
it gone?? I mean, it was there this morning! I turned to Scott and
asked him if he was seeing (or not seeing) what I was (or wasn't)
seeing. HALF OF MY RIGHT EYEBROW HAD GONE AWOL.
Seriously. I...have no idea what happened. To this day, I'm not sure
where that half of my eyebrow went, but it was definitely not
located above my right eye, where it had found its home for 22
years. I freaked out. I couldn't go out in public missing an
eyebrow!! How embarrassing! There's no way I could pencil it in
and hope that nobody would notice--my eyebrows are too light and
all I have are black, brown, and blue eyeliners. None of those could
cover this up. What else is there to do? I can't just hide out 'til it
grows back. So I did what I had to do: I youtube'd "how to cut your
own bangs," took my kitchen shears, and went at it. Yeah, my
bangs don't look very good, but you can't see the missing brow,
either. I felt really emo because I was/am really self-concious about the
whole thing and kept flattening my bangs over my face, making
sure they were covering my eye. No, it wasn't a fashion statement;
it was a coverup. That's what I get, I suppose, for sharing my
insecurity about my eyebrows: I shave one off. Sheena suggested
that maybe I shaved it off in the shower when I was putting my hair
behind my ear. That's the closest explanation I've come to. I mean, I
didn't pluck my eyebrow away that morning. But you'd think I'd
notice getting my razor that close to my face! I mean, right?? Ugh.


Apparently I didn't.

I couldn't have done what this girl did:

 Shaved off both brows and drawn them on and hoped that I could fool people into thinking


they were legit. (ew. sick. no.)

I should have pulled an Amanda Palmer:

  

 Shaved off both eyebrows and drawn on some rockin' eye-catching brows!

 But I didn't. Instead, the bangs I've been trying to grow back for a year now have been cut (poorly) by yours truly. I'm going to have my mom fix them when she comes to visit this weekend. Thank goodness for
mommies who can fix things!! : )