tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85135974582846821332024-03-21T07:47:40.288-07:00emily finds funnyfunnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-70426197077453451242010-07-30T18:58:00.000-07:002010-07-30T18:58:17.479-07:00fridaycan i please make some cliche comment about how fast things can <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">change</span>? because holy shit. i have had a week that i am sure i will never have again. after months of confusion & weeks of attempting to push myself into the co-op program i have three job offers.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i> i am beyond words.</i></span> beyond. i have never been so flattered in my life.<br />
now i'm in the position to make a choice. a choice that i has put me in tears, but no matter my choice, i am <b>incredibly fortunate</b> & i know that.<br />
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i also went to the <i>john mayer</i> concert at <a href="http://www.riverbend.org/">riverbend music center</a>. i partook in a lot of people watching / staring & judging drunks. it was a load of fun, i learned that there are a lot of interesting people at riverbend.<br />
i especially liked the guy with a pregnant girlfriend with him who was drinking beer from a straw, chain smoking cigs, occasionally pulling out a blunt & asked my friend if he could wrap her in his blanket and take her home with him.<br />
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i also fell more in love with john mayer as the night went on, he has a warped intelligence & i adore the way he articulates his thoughts.<br />
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ever had an on the spot phone interview while walking around a boutique, a sweaty mess after 75 minutes of power yoga? that was me thursday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">life.</span><br />
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ever felt clueless when you read an email from a company confirming your phone interview & thought 'what the hell i could have sworn i was going to have to re-arrange my life to get to their office at 1:30pm'? that was me thursday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">life.</span><br />
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ever been woken up at 4am by the smoke alarm in your apartment to realize your roommates idiot friends were smoking pot in your kitchen & see the hash was all over you international business textbook? did you yell "what the fuck?' more times than you can count? that was me thursday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">life.</span><br />
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ever taken an 8am european history midterm exam? that was me friday. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">life.</span><br />
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i repeat, i would like a vacation, i would like a break, i would like a hug.<br />
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</b></i>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-67470875954359103022010-07-20T19:54:00.000-07:002010-07-20T19:54:03.685-07:00worki called off work tonight. i didn't fake sick, even though i called in an hour before i was scheduled to come in. i felt like such a bitch doing it, but i had to do it. <i>i put my sanity first.</i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we're all different, but we're all wired the same. mary & i feel emotions the same way, i see so much of myself in her. libby is bitingly sarcastic & unbelievably compassionate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the fact that they can't & won't leave me gives me something to hold onto. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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as i'm sure all of you are aware, <b>today is tuesday</b>. i spent my weekend at home, supposedly celebrating the 4th of july, but really i was just attempting to practice the art of relaxation.<br />
saturday i did some free flow yoga (first time i've been on the mat since that tuesday). and i finally examined my relationship with yoga. & what it comes down to is that i have a hard time stepping on the mat if i am not going to get an intense physical workout.<br />
to remedy this i'm making a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">yoga commitment </span>to myself.<br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i</span> will practice yoga everyday. no time spent on the mat is too short nor too long. no pose is greater than another. i will practice breath rather than cultivating sweat. i will take each moment as they are & when each moment is complete i will move on.</blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMdoA_DpwiZ3krKObVoV8j1SdEq6eNONcdG6EkrFygJVIpWBm7Ixh_sX8qjUzs3-RV_JF8fOyceRS0YjDxfyhu-gYzypX4kZGETQW2DthkjVnuyD7B7QZkWpWRdqWw3IGq0BVCPVga6k/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMdoA_DpwiZ3krKObVoV8j1SdEq6eNONcdG6EkrFygJVIpWBm7Ixh_sX8qjUzs3-RV_JF8fOyceRS0YjDxfyhu-gYzypX4kZGETQW2DthkjVnuyD7B7QZkWpWRdqWw3IGq0BVCPVga6k/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
i spent sunday taking care of my house while my parents & siblings went on a trip for the night.<br />
i met my grandparents at the farmer's market (10 grain fresh baked bread. it is delicious.), took care of the dog, watered the plants, had a friend over--went to the pool, grilled zucchini & eggplant, watched <i>capote, </i>& slept in my parents bed (just for the dog's sake ;) of course). quite a day in my book.<br />
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today i'm back at school attempting to undo my academic advisor's forgetfulness & appeal my way into the cooperative education program.<br />
the problem: i have above the maximum credit hour limit.<br />
the solution: 4 quarters of co-op work into my schedule anyway.<br />
the issue: my advisor forgot about the meeting we had back in january when she said she would pre-approve me.<br />
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i sent my letter a couple hours ago & hopefully i can get a definitive answer by the end of the week.<br />
the mess this has turned into has caused me stress & frustration. but have to remember that results happen with a clear head <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">&</span> i did my part. i cannot go back in time <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">&</span> its no use harping on what i will do if i get rejected; <i>i just have to wait</i>. <b>easier said than done.</b><br />
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</div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-88884665482963435402010-06-27T20:00:00.000-07:002010-06-27T20:01:23.305-07:00shoppingwent to the consignment shop today.<br />
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i've been experimenting with my style lately. my problem is i like just about everything (especially everything that happens to be expensive), but i'm obnoxiously indecisive or impulsive. there are quite a few things i have bought only to look at them a month later & think 'what the hell was i thinking?'<br />
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what i do know about my style is that i like pairing historically <i>un-pair-able</i> colors: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><b>brown</b></span><b> </b>&<b> black, </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"><b>gold</b></span><b> </b>&<b> </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><b>silver</b></span><b>, </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><b>navy</b></span><b> </b>&<b> black. i also love </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b>grey</b></span><b>, all </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>k</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><b>i</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><b>n</b></span><b>d</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><b>s</b></span>.<br />
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i am discovering how enjoyable it is to actually involve yourself in your fashion. last week i took an ancient pair of jeans (i'm talking freshman year of high school momentous first pair of lucky brand), grabbed the scissors & now i have a one of the kind pair of jean shorts, just the length i wanted.<br />
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<i>i always feel the need to define my style, but i've never been able to do it, which leaves me feeling as though i have no style. but i've started taking the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">f</span>ashion <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">r</span>isks that i've been observing for ages & i must say it feels damn good.</i><br />
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so emily's event of the week = <b>wine tasting.</b><br />
it just happened. so i thought eh? why not do a little blog-ity blogging.<br />
i tried allllll 6 of the wines that were there. a sparkling, a white, & 4 reds (why the hell didn't i take a picture of the bottles? kicking myself)<br />
did you know, before tonight, i didn't think i liked reds. did you know, i was wrong. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i like reds & whites;</span> <b>my life could be complete at this moment.</b><br />
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so i didn't take as many pictures as i had hoped, but i had a lovely time. i felt quite glamourous in my cincinnati (except we were right on the river in kentucky).<br />
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dinner tonight : wine + a bacon wrapped dried apricot & date stuffed with pistachios. woahhhhh.<br />
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<b>3 words: yoga, whole foods, shopping.</b><br />
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highlight--<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">yoga</span> at <a href="http://www.moveyourhyde.com/">move your hyde yoga</a><br />
it was bliss. i wish i could go every morning, oh if i could live in hyde park. i went to their power 75 class & i was definitely skeptical of my ability to make it the whole 75 minutes. there were no mirrors (yes i am a mirror whore, i'll admit it) & only 6 of us in the class. i borrowed one of their mats; a <a href="http://www.manduka.com/">manduka!!</a> which i now need ;)<br />
but the best part of the class--i sweat puddles. it felt amazing. all i can say.<br />
ps: the studio is gorgeous & i will be making sure to take pictures.<br />
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have i mentioned that i love <a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">whole foods</span></a>? cause i do. i felt it necessary to stop by after sweating buckets at yoga.<br />
i was feeling adventurous so i talked to the guy making fresh juices and since i'd never had one he suggested his "first timer's juice"<br />
first timer's juice = carrot, spinach, little bit of beet, ginger, orange juice.<br />
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and he made me a little wheatgrass to try. um, it tasted like grass.<br />
he also gave them to me on the house. did i mention i love whole foods?<br />
the verdict on the juice? umm i can't handle it. i wanted to like it, i really did, but i did not like it. kind of relieved to be honest.<br />
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&& i went shopping yesterday. went to the mall twice. my <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/horoscopes/taurus/taurus-061610">cosmo horoscope</a> told me not to splurge because i would inevitably regret it today. i didn't listen, oops.<br />
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i'm thinking yesterday was the most action i've gotten in one day in a long time. which could explain why i couldn't keep my eyes open by 10:30.<br />
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today has been far less glamourous. i cleaned my bathroom, picked up my sister's from drama camp and summer school, went through my closet, sold some clothes, & grocery-ed.<br />
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been a while, eh? (i would like to be canadian or british or italian or cooler)<br />
how is everyone? anything new?<br />
i've been a bit out of the loop, had to take my computer to one of my favorite places (the apple store) to get fixed and it took them ages (still love them).<br />
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<ol><li>finished spring quarter. no more class till june 21st.</li>
<li>hanging out at home till classes.</li>
<li>cherries are delicious.</li>
<li>5th graders are brutal.</li>
<li>been watching old movies of my family & i. my 1st day of kindergarten was a monumental event.</li>
<li>bought a white watch yesterday.</li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">s</span></span>o i thought i had made a decision, i was good with it. and damn it today i got the phone call i'd been waiting for and i committed to exactly what i decided against. <b><i>rolling my eyes at myself for sure.</i></b><br />
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</div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-45082161184915164692010-06-04T11:49:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:49:47.856-07:00decisionsi knew the "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">what's your favorite fruit?</span>" question would be a tough one. that's why i asked & why i love you people :) happy friday.<br />
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i'm currently in the midst of decision making. i have to evaluate what i want & what i need to get what i want. just waiting on a phone call with details on one of my options. the figuring out what i need would be a lot easier if i knew what i wanted. but important things aren't easy, right?<br />
that's one of the things, i have a way of making nearly everything i do 10 times harder than it needs to be.<br />
easy & uncomplicated don't jive for me.<br />
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i'm more of a <b>"how in the world are we going to fix this disaster you've created"</b>?<br />
i think the problem is i can always find a way to fix the disaster. that's why i keep making them. what if there was a mess i couldn't clean up, would i finally learn my lesson? probably not--<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">i'm stubborn.</span></i></b><br />
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i think all i can do right now is live moment to moment. enjoy my simple things. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">try different things</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">resist the urge to make everything "better".</span><br />
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</div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-7452002174126606002010-06-02T14:44:00.000-07:002010-06-02T14:44:27.208-07:00wednesdaymy apologies for absence in blog world. thank you for talking me off the ledge in my last post, my inner perfectionist is extremely high maintenance. she is practicing accepting things as they are presented to her.<br />
she did maker herself a post trip salad to make herself feel better.<br />
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happy wednesday---currently i'm working the real world & finals game. took 2 today. 1 friday. 1 tuesday.<br />
& of course my allergies have decided to start acting up this week. i've been spending a lot of time <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">whining</span>/<a href="http://twitter.com/emhager">tweeting</a> about them.<br />
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tomorrow shall be an interesting day...i've got an appointment in the morning so i'm heading home tonight, all i want to say is please think of me tomorrow morning :)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">but now i want more coffee & spinach, carrots, cucumber, broccoli, avocado, berries, hummus, yogurt. give me back my produce. my cinnamon. my bed.</span><br />
but scratch all that complaining because i don't want to complain.<br />
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i road-tripped up to indiana with my whole family. (dad, mom, me, brother, sister, sister) my brother had a soccer tournament. they lost. i went to one of the games, it was hot. i tried to relax; not so easy, the rooms are cold, we don't have enough water, all chain restaurants, the hotel is questionable.<br />
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god emily, shut up.<br />
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the more you complain, the more you complain. it does nothing. but i do want to scream a little bit.funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-71607863836353441512010-05-26T06:25:00.000-07:002010-05-26T06:25:01.317-07:00picturesguys i got a camera yesterday morning. my dad called me -- 6:40am to wake me up so i could meet him downstairs to grab it from him. someone sane would have gone back to bed at 6:55am when i got back to my room, but alas i am not sane and i got to figuring my new friend.<br />
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<b><i>you see i really like photography</i></b>. my freshman year of high school i was convinced i would be a photographer and and own my own studio. i took <i>photo 1 & 2</i> in 9th grade, but then i was scared to take <i>photo 3</i> with all the seniors my sophomore year, so i took <i>entrepreneurs in action</i>. then i realized my love for business.<br />
i also took <i>into to photography</i> last year at indiana university; which shattered me a bit [i got a B].<br />
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i have a huge bias for natural studios, always have. a few years ago i deliberately ruined mother's day pictures, because they were being taken at a <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">celebritykids portrait studio [with the giant sheets ugh]</span></span> & i couldn't stand the way the man's tone when he talked to me.<br />
<i>i would never describe myself as nice.</i><br />
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onto today. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">today i took pictures</span>. odd ones. not as beautiful as i had hoped, but i have all summer to practice.<br />
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without further adiu i now present---emily's mini walk in clifton.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">obviously i got distracted when i was walking back to my apartment</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMjqbtgwnYCkv5-Xl8ZybhHCjB9MZjigI8aJAZOesRc2WNNZdf5DLPmrcIKNgXjNWWyff7vniLwRTCdK-Jmpso1SzP-Jawu-Es31ecV8OgPj0LIe-b2JiKg20QqjsDVra1_8TKB8coLA/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PHEcGAtgDA-S5A0rhom8hOgWHcDZ60kHDLqUYJEhV1fCpE_ydBvXiWfIJDQFNPMXCcN3n-_Ve4iZFTShhMK791SegTTGLTgec2OFsFpeqCefeaIDDbsza-gBWOhBOlMe923gEeYrmqc/s1600/IMG_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PHEcGAtgDA-S5A0rhom8hOgWHcDZ60kHDLqUYJEhV1fCpE_ydBvXiWfIJDQFNPMXCcN3n-_Ve4iZFTShhMK791SegTTGLTgec2OFsFpeqCefeaIDDbsza-gBWOhBOlMe923gEeYrmqc/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">good old clifton natural foods</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PHEcGAtgDA-S5A0rhom8hOgWHcDZ60kHDLqUYJEhV1fCpE_ydBvXiWfIJDQFNPMXCcN3n-_Ve4iZFTShhMK791SegTTGLTgec2OFsFpeqCefeaIDDbsza-gBWOhBOlMe923gEeYrmqc/s1600/IMG_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht3dEYkdSWz-ighAGt63CeR4GC6MPUBBNyd3IivBg9J2-3xJDU-Al-lY4i9hct3hgYpqZJ9FwnkHZ8BZz_BGTTx5fohu7bTtcRquMPm0-QH8fAXXAS99bcU4cc_yHL0C0P-cVdR1UcJUE/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht3dEYkdSWz-ighAGt63CeR4GC6MPUBBNyd3IivBg9J2-3xJDU-Al-lY4i9hct3hgYpqZJ9FwnkHZ8BZz_BGTTx5fohu7bTtcRquMPm0-QH8fAXXAS99bcU4cc_yHL0C0P-cVdR1UcJUE/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">rainbow of produce; if only they would lower the price</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht3dEYkdSWz-ighAGt63CeR4GC6MPUBBNyd3IivBg9J2-3xJDU-Al-lY4i9hct3hgYpqZJ9FwnkHZ8BZz_BGTTx5fohu7bTtcRquMPm0-QH8fAXXAS99bcU4cc_yHL0C0P-cVdR1UcJUE/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNB73gAHSRNvJKvBGJIge-mWMQc1783kDORvKXgEadLaJ22fw2iPdi0aIY85J7UifaiB1xAQLkGDCT0hiJCoVP-GhNhuicCRSzcKM5Dn4SbYBYu4-LADXxbppNjEcUqNhMGHHtGkhPCw/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNB73gAHSRNvJKvBGJIge-mWMQc1783kDORvKXgEadLaJ22fw2iPdi0aIY85J7UifaiB1xAQLkGDCT0hiJCoVP-GhNhuicCRSzcKM5Dn4SbYBYu4-LADXxbppNjEcUqNhMGHHtGkhPCw/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">oh look it's myra's; teeny tiny restaurant where i work</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div>what do i want? </div><div>i'm at a crossroads. i feel like a damn cliche. i have choices that are only mine to make. i have to decide what i want.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHktKiuwwJzmJ6Ti-VXLyJIlgKI5IFidI7MBuyF0F0G0xjdL5-hT-VQMgtxYrCVt9dXbipOwRrXGsuA2-Xg2U_UHt9neEHetUXbqS7rvmaEJh1VMNuOAdirzwTPV-lPrQgKtT0rOy1gp8/s1600/4060471012_fc80198b05_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHktKiuwwJzmJ6Ti-VXLyJIlgKI5IFidI7MBuyF0F0G0xjdL5-hT-VQMgtxYrCVt9dXbipOwRrXGsuA2-Xg2U_UHt9neEHetUXbqS7rvmaEJh1VMNuOAdirzwTPV-lPrQgKtT0rOy1gp8/s320/4060471012_fc80198b05_large.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div>i want beauty. i want laughter. i want the picture in my head. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT0cHn9OZ-IKzSzfLjKZhLSKLf_CyG4n9D5XTcw3SndpjMYsf_JxpBtin-z7JPhcK1Ob7AhY-kY2ONEodQiLTEvpWYfD9RS75c7YYoSXgTi0gVbiL4cT40preMXhEQ6VXdOWV14gfmAo/s1600/tumblr_l2q7uyZEM91qzcso1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLT0cHn9OZ-IKzSzfLjKZhLSKLf_CyG4n9D5XTcw3SndpjMYsf_JxpBtin-z7JPhcK1Ob7AhY-kY2ONEodQiLTEvpWYfD9RS75c7YYoSXgTi0gVbiL4cT40preMXhEQ6VXdOWV14gfmAo/s320/tumblr_l2q7uyZEM91qzcso1o1_500_large.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div>i want fresh. i want to flit around town with messy hair and a t-shirt. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i want an identity.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobslA6iNFc1e1VOV-NAS1ipe3ahqtQjimIkJ7RN9EnvfgtlKW-NRwiSLtbwkuQB2Y_iShfnDM25NZqH-xqSaEiP9UM9gHf2oBFkrbwnZWACjzbK2PUHdVQqwOKxq6yVja0OzCOcGF9QQ/s1600/tumblr_l2ui550M7J1qzeubuo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobslA6iNFc1e1VOV-NAS1ipe3ahqtQjimIkJ7RN9EnvfgtlKW-NRwiSLtbwkuQB2Y_iShfnDM25NZqH-xqSaEiP9UM9gHf2oBFkrbwnZWACjzbK2PUHdVQqwOKxq6yVja0OzCOcGF9QQ/s320/tumblr_l2ui550M7J1qzeubuo1_500_large.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div>there.</div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">step one) </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">smile more.</span></span></span></b></i></div><div><br />
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<li>shower</li>
<li>produce shopping</li>
<li>homework</li>
<li>be outside</li>
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</div><div style="text-align: right;">note: all images from weheartit.com</div><br />
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</div></div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-28845849121584663112010-05-19T12:04:00.000-07:002010-05-19T12:04:17.213-07:00breakfasti thought i was over oatmeal.<br />
do not get me wrong, <i>oatmeal and i had some exquisitely delicious and comforting times</i>. but i've been enjoying more variety (sprouted english muffins, toast, waffles) in my breakfasts lately & oats got knocked off their pedestal.<br />
<b>but this morning oats were divine, yummy and beautiful.</b> i wish i had a picture.<br />
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the recipe shall suffice:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">altogether now--</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1/3 cup old fashion oats</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1 small banana</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">raisins</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1 apricot, sliced</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1 tbsp almond butter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1 tsp pure maple syrup</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i microwave my oats seeing as i don't have a pot to my name, and i am too impatient for them to cook stovetop anyway. so my method:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">add water to oats (maybe 2/3 cup...) microwave 1 minute. add some banana. microwave 1 minute. add raisins. microwave 30 seconds (or till you get to a consistency you like). add apricot slices, remaining banana, maple syrup, and almond butter. gingerly stir, to let everyone awkwardly mingle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">enjoy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>how did you begin your day this morning?</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br />
</b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZdrIMwRXMh9RnjMuWAQ7JX40i1-NaC9ng2DpnPgnG5qwU0zIrvutZkuNG-sbmmsRsieUQAX1DotQy_WC12YR7VxQ8JgRffRQdhQCpmoYQPfrQ9oXcX5a6X9F7CAyNuAzaJ5shEvvAWM/s1600/emily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZdrIMwRXMh9RnjMuWAQ7JX40i1-NaC9ng2DpnPgnG5qwU0zIrvutZkuNG-sbmmsRsieUQAX1DotQy_WC12YR7VxQ8JgRffRQdhQCpmoYQPfrQ9oXcX5a6X9F7CAyNuAzaJ5shEvvAWM/s320/emily.jpg" /></a></div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-89817293317719794722010-05-16T17:51:00.000-07:002010-05-16T17:58:49.849-07:00wine-ing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRI6mdYVqQWQOqyZQWZ0xXXaK7mGKRc3jBHK5dNR5ir6nc95RmM71e1sa4u6-0fysrc0NAiIVjY7MCOi3qJK3fVmrP7TCy0XjUVpEc8vwRO-4-zB6mpSzsOnRCfiBJ8OkV0vsFPUij7v8/s1600/tumblr_l2ivtkLgcI1qbmv77o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRI6mdYVqQWQOqyZQWZ0xXXaK7mGKRc3jBHK5dNR5ir6nc95RmM71e1sa4u6-0fysrc0NAiIVjY7MCOi3qJK3fVmrP7TCy0XjUVpEc8vwRO-4-zB6mpSzsOnRCfiBJ8OkV0vsFPUij7v8/s320/tumblr_l2ivtkLgcI1qbmv77o1_500_large.jpg" /></a>thanks for sharing your objects of comfort, i shall be stealing them all and testing them for myself.<br />
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i'm a sensitive person. i internalize my reactions most of the time. it takes a toll on me. i am able to turn every misfortune onto myself and accept the responsibility. this responsibility can serve me well, i can get shit done. but it also hurts.<br />
i refuse to make this blog a pity party. it's not going to be rainbows and butterflies either, that's just not me. <i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">i'm just here to offer my perspective, however mainstream or abstract it may be.</span></span></i><br />
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<b>ever done something out of the ordinary?</b><br />
yesterday i <i>ditched my meaningless responsibilities</i>, trotted back to my apartment, and joined the party that is constantly bustling in my living space.<br />
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did i grab the nasty natty light they wanted to shove down my throat? hell no. i took out my birthday wine [whole food's $5 quail creek chardonnay] uncorked it and poured myself a glass, in my starfish tervis cup, no less [note to self: buy a wine glass].<br />
then i sucked it up on a card game, finished my glass and poured myself another.<br />
<b><i>hott damn--i didn't die<span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></i></b> i did however have the balls to yell at the dumb girl who broke my salad dressing cap.<br />
no i didn't "party" all night long. all the kids left to stumble to better house parties and i put my butt in bed.<br />
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photo montage to wine:<br />
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note: all images from weheartit.com</div><br />
one of the many things i want to do with my life is a <i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">wine tasting</span></span></i>, especially at whole foods. at the moment i love <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"><b>white</b></span> wines, i have yet to graduate onto <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b>reds</b></span>, but one day i'll be sophisticated enough for them ;)<br />
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<b>do you like wine?</b><br />
<b>what's your favorite drink?</b><br />
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</b>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-80047431102054230542010-05-14T12:41:00.000-07:002010-05-14T12:41:07.934-07:00comfortablei really like sitting in awkward places, you know the places that aren't meant for sitting, especially in my apartment. i sit on the window ledge. i sit on the coffee table. i refuse to sit on the couch and love seat.<br />
and i like to perch, like five year olds do, knees tucked to my chest, feet right next to my butt. comfortable.<br />
that's it.<br />
that is what i am constantly searching for--comfort, i'm not really a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl; i do however greatly admire those kind of people. <b><i>i however, just want to be comfortable.</i></b><br />
i wasn't comfortable at my old college, or rather i decided i couldn't be comfortable. i'm trying to be comfortable here.<br />
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what makes me comfortable?<br />
coffee.<br />
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sweatshirts.<br />
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warm hugs.<br />
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my family room floor.<br />
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yoga.<br />
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friends.<br />
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grey.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>first impressions:</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">chia tea latte. iced. delicious.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">gypsy soup. delicious.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">two successes in one yesterday.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><b>what makes you comfortable? </b>i think out of everything though my mom makes me the most comfortable. and my dad. they make things okay.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><b>any good first impressions recently? any bad ones? </b>i get lots of bad first impressions just when i observe, mostly from my overly critical mind. </div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-58536579778917080722010-05-12T17:03:00.001-07:002010-05-12T18:01:33.483-07:00thunderstorms<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">step one--thank you for being you. i'm referring to my last wordpress post. your love and kick in the pants is just what i need.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">step two--hi, i don't know how<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', serif;"> to write what i want to write without sounding like i'm in third grade. eh, what the hell.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>i like thunderstorms</i></b>. </span>i realized this today as i was wandering in the rain, each lightning bolt and thunder clap brought me a sense of content. i wore my rain boots, rain coat, and the same pair of jeans i've been wearing all week. i now have a frame of baby curls lining my hair line. i spent time under two different hand dryers c<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', serif;">ontorting myself to un-soak my pants.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVPAxH8VRGy6VltusbZ3QGpd_xH-SajLNf5EIaS3SW6J7zkTZZkHSjI2KrHnVj8AJAQtJL5hHqw89DFZ3dC8z_XNffV4CaS_lwO80x4aN-akL3v8TnFjnbFccQ23HxLPo6J-URRkJACA/s320/20090123124546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470551801006127394" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">but it was all okay. because there was lightning. because there was thunder.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">therefore i like thunderstorms.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">i've all ready questioned this statement since this afternoon. did i just like the storm because i was walking? was it the adrenaline? because the day surpassed my grim expectations? because i have nothing else?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJRN1MkXWv-Zc9Gd8o_ECWD8yv8Fh1wNFUKFmRvLFO3qZOYsCE1883yC6faT2dMTx1c1Ny6QTX-mUqeHyT7t7OlEY83wRztAph53XEqj4ibB5c-5TFyCVpalH4uKUyKYLY9s0BaG0I1Y/s320/sBNFhufdWh7ka7es96k5uhDNo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470552588182567554" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">my thunderstorm didn't hang around all day. and oddly the weather ended up kind of pleasant, kind of gray. i think wednesdays generally turn out this way. maybe it's just because i have class until 5:45. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">except i over walked myself today. i'm exhausted, exhausted enough to skip the entrepreneurship club meeting i was supposed to go to 40 minutes ago. i could have stopped, i could have taken a shorter route, i could have taken the elevator, i could have etc. etc.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;">but i didn't want to. i think i was trying to see if i could walk "enough". enough to be content with it and just let it go. i didn't reach it. i'll never reach it. and i don't stop trying. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i>the crazy today: i had orange juice with a luna bar for a snack. don't forget the raisins.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i>irrational rational: a whole banana, raisins, and orange juice, that's a lot of fruit. that's a lot of sugar. too much, too much, too much. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i>i talked myself down a lot. lots of number crunching. breathing. attempt to remind myself of the goal--gaining.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i>i refuse to talk myself out of fruit. fruit is real food. fruit is nutritious. i greatly enjoy fruit. fruit has no reason to cause me anxiety. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b>do you think thunderstorms are beautiful? </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i do.</span></span></div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513597458284682133.post-62700635661845867292010-05-12T15:36:00.000-07:002010-05-12T15:44:38.302-07:00switch it up<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">so i made a quick switch over to blogger so i could have more creative control over the look of my blog.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">yep. i think i want to blog more.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">will you have me?</span></div>funnyemilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948188060412186606noreply@blogger.com3