What day is today?

I'm a little crazy right now. Sometimes this happens. For whatever reason I start acting like a little child. I think it means that I'm really happy. Who knew this would happen after the first day of school?! This morning I was NOT excited to go. However, this evening I have a new outlook on things. The beginning of fall has been rejuvenating to say the least:

1. After a week + of deep cleaning I am now living in the cleanest, largest, and most home-like place I have ever lived. I think I will stay here for the rest of my Provo days. Shocking I know. I've never lived anywhere for more than a year.

2. There are always a million people here. This is a fantastic thing because there is so much room that no one feels crowded and we can ENJOY each other.

3. The bed is STILL delivering for me.

4. Due to several factors including horrendous levels of stress last year, a granola "friend", and the start of a new year I've decided to be healthier. I need to get back those years I shaved off of my life last year. I'm off to a good start with healthy food, working out, and a lighter class load. I'm still working on the sleeping...there's just so many fun things to do!

5. Linx is getting married!!

6. I got to dance tonight. 5 songs. Packed room. Good company.

7. Several dinner groups are in the works. Let us recall how I made lifelong solid friendships with Cody and Cory via dinner group...good things will come.

8. I saw three of my favorite people on campus today...what are the odds?

9. I read a wonderful book this weekend and have several more waiting on my bookcase!

10. Liz answered my video chat from the next room.

MY DAY

Insert: Those noises that Rachel makes that form a complete sentence

Today was such a good day. I took a three hour nap and was reunited with several of my most beloved friends. What could be better?

After hearing from a couple of people that my hotmail account has been offering them exciting ways to earn money from home, I decided to delete it. I'm a little upset because that's what I sent all my junk mail to, but Brittany is just a little too gullible. Hotmail has everything on lockdown and makes it pretty difficult to figure out how to cancel your account, or maybe I'm just slow. Anyway, in the process I discovered a plethora of saved emails, namely 2 years worth of emails from you know who in Houston. I proceeded to give them one last glance, skipping all of the investigator talk and getting to the good stuff. I once again traveled through the emotional roller coaster that was that time period and ended right back where I started, content with the end result. Mostly it was really funny to read.

While reading some of the emails that I had written I came across a gem, which is the reason that I am writing about this at all. I was ranting about how for whatever reason they thought it was a good idea to have me sub for several weeks in the nursery at church. Hello, I don't like other people's kids! It was the end of the summer after my freshman year at BYU. I had lived at home and was packing up to move back up to Provo. Gabe was hanging out in my room and I was telling him how I was going to miss him. According to my letter he responded: "Yeah, me and you like each other, don't we."

Thank you Gabe for helping me realize that some day I will love being a mom. I only hope my kids are as funny as him, and like me as much as he does. Still, I hope I never have to set foot in nursery again.

P.S. These past few nights, due to my current need for Nyquil and my king bed, I have had the best nights of sleep in years!

There are just so many things I didn't know...

It finally happened! I have moved into my new house, the "Treehouse". Highlights of this place include large amounts of space, my own king bed, a plethora of parking, and several room mates that I love. There were an awkward few days this week where Rachel, Liz, Marci and myself had all of our outrageous amounts of stuff, and ourselves, hiding out in two rooms. However, now we are legitamately(I just had the hardest time figuring out how to spell that since I've been abbreviating it for years) allowed to live here now, so the unpacking has begun.

The biggest problem at this point is that the previous people had been living here for several years and they weren't the cleanest girls. So far I have had the pleasure of removing dried blood from the shower and a thick layer of dust mixed with grease from the top of the cupboards. That was particularly disgusting so I've decided to take a break from the kitchen. Don't worry, they left enough kitchen supplies and baking items to last a lifetime. Anyone looking for a George Foreman grill? We have a vast selection to choose from.

Due to the disgusting state of this place I've gone as far as washing all of the walls as well. I remember Mom paying me to do that in the summer and I always thought it was the dumbest thing ever. I now understand. I'd like to thank Mom and Brittany for teaching me how to clean/be OCD. While I may be messy, I AM NOT dirty. It will probably be another few days before this place is fully liveable but I can't wait! I will refrain from posting any before pictures so as not to horrify anyone.

Marci and I are sharing a room, and while we are good friends, it turns out there are a lot of things she doesn't know about me. On our trip to Cali last week she began to express surprise at certain things I would do, as if she didn't know I was weird. I lovingly responded each time "Get used to it". Hopefully she will!

P.S. Brittany, you would DIE

P.S.S. I met our fifth room mate last night, and WE KNOW EACH OTHER. But we can't figure out how. Such a weird situation. I'm just waiting to have a Kronk experience in the middle of the night when I realize how we know each other.

Can I ask you something?

I've been inspired to write. #1a Because Sierra told me to #2b Because I need a design break and #3c Because I had an awesomely weird experience.

So as many of you know I'm applying for the BFA program. I'm sick of explaining what that is...look it up. Anyway, after a short break from school I decided to get cracking again to make my portfolio awesome. Due to a lack of motivation and constant disruptions, I decided to venture into the library one night to get some serious work done. I set up camp in Maps, as usual. Things are weird during the summer and there were only two other people down there, including one man, who I had the feeling was looking at me quite a bit. As 11 o'clock rolled around I decided it was about time to head out. By now I had the weird feeling, seeing as how it was only me and staring kid down there, and I had to walk to my car.

The second I took the headphones out of my ears this kid says "What are you working on." Great. I tell him. Like most people he doesn't understand, but to add to the confusion, he is foreign. He asks to see it, but I've just closed everything. He MAKES me show him. I mention that I really need to go. He proceeds to talk to me for 25 minutes. Here are a few of my favorite lines:

"You work here? How come I've never seen you? Have you seen me? I'm always here."

"So, can I speak Spanish to you?"

"Guess, where I'm from. It's not that hard, you know I speak Spanish."

and by far my favorite

"Emily, can I ask you something?"

I started freaking out. What is this kid going to ask me!!!?? Are you ready?

"Do you want to be friends on facebook?"

I obliged, although becoming friends on fb was a fiasco itself. We parted with a full on hug.

Thank you Oscar Martinez.

Old Men say the Darndest things...

Okay people. I know it has been a long time! I have a lot of summer shenanigans to blog about, but that will have to wait until next week when I have a life again. I say that all the time, and then the next thing comes around and kills me. But I will seriously have 2 weeks of just work and play. But for now I just had to write about this.

Today I was at Cougar Creations printing off a letter on some nice paper. I'm paying the guy at the register and this old man next to me keeps looking at me. As I turn to walk away he says:

"You know, you may be a red head when you grow up."

I have a couple of theories about what exactly that meant, but I'm still unsure. At that moment the best I could do was laugh and walk away. I can't wait to be old...you can say whatever you want. Anyone care to tell me what he was talking about?!