Dear Google Reader,

I welcomed you with open arms as you simplified my life.  The hours that I spent, on my butt, reading about other people's design and DIY were suddenly more efficient, but then everything changed. There was that blog that I just didn't care to read anymore. I didn't want to see it's little bold number there telling me that I needed to read 14 posts, because I knew none of them would interest me. So I unsubcribed. Fast forward.

Said blog returns to my subscriptions list. What?

Repeat 7 or 8 times.

I am loosing faith in you. Please. Give me my freedom!!

Emily

8 years in the making

Today we're taking about yogurt over here.

(I've always wanted to say that)

$175 Share women's room in Provo

So I have found myself in a little bit of a predicament. I'm not actually homeless, but I'm basically couch surfing. This is due to my lack of commitment to a city of residence at the current moment. I kept thinking things would just work themselves out before August 20th, but THAT didn't happen. So if I don't get this job in Sandy this week, then I think I might commit to a 4 month contract here in Provo. I know big step. On my lunch break today, I came home (to my old home which I'm still pretending to live in), and looked up housing on Craigslist. I found exactly what I'm looking for:

Singles Women housing.

Shared room near BYU.
Large Kitchen and living room.
No contract or deposit.
please inquire if anymore information is needed.

Okay, maybe not exactly what I'm looking for because it's shared, and oh wait, SUPER SKETCHY. But then I realized, with my commitment issues, sketchy is probably what I'm going to end up with. The last line is the best. You gave me four sentence fragments and have the nerve to finish it with "IF" any more info is needed?!

Start with Chapter 34

Yes. I have fallen off the face of the earth. This is my life:

1. Go to work all day. I'm interning at Nu Skin(yay!) and on campus(yuck!)

2. Eat food. Currently I have very little of this.

3. Go to the gym.

4. See boyfriend.

5. See friends, if they happen to be at my house.

6. Look for jobs.

7a. Give up and realize that I will be an intern forever. OR

7b. Get my hopes up and send out resumes.

8. Sleep.

I'm 3 weeks behind on So You Think You Can Dance. I can't remember the last time I talked to any of my siblings or friends from home. I have 3 days left with Rachel and 6 with Liz. I don't know where I will be in a month. BUT!!!! I finished this: www.emilybrookebaird.com

Done and done.

Um Hi! I graduated. For reals. It's over.

I'm sure one day I'll look back and miss school, actually I already miss parts of it, but it needed to be done.

For about two minutes I dreamed about evenings and weekends free of homework and stress, a clean room, home cooked meals, the gym, the pool, and a savings account.

Then I remember that in 2 months I won't have a job. Such is life. However, if you could hand me a dream job on a silver platter I would really appreciate it. I promise I'll be good at it.

I'm not Stanley

Ok so I admit it. I have a love for Geico commercials. You may not get it, but I love them. There was this one, years ago, where the gecko spun around on the beach with a woman. The song that was playing was absolutely genius!! Do we recall? "Some times when we touch, the honesty is too much..." Perfection. For years after this Liz and I would frequently have this conversation about how we couldn't remember who sings it. Time would pass, one of us would remember and/or look it up, and then we would promptly forget before I could get my hands on it. Well one day I decided to put an end to this madness once and for all. So, when Liz reminded me that Dan Hill sings this wonderful song, I quickly added him as a fake contact in my phone with "1" as his phone number. Success! I later purchased the song with the help of my new "contact" and Liz and I have been enjoying the beauty ever since. Now to the real reason we're here...

Last night was horrible. Couldn't fall asleep, coughing, freaky dreams, you get the idea. AND THEN at 4:55 AM I awoke to my phone ringing. Blasphemy! I know nobody who would be calling me at this time! I thought it must be a mistake. I looked to see who it was. Dan Hill. No area code, no seven digits, just "1". DAN HILL?! I ignored the call. Needless to say the weird dreams continued. So when I awoke this morning and remembered what MUST have been a dream I checked my phone. And there in my call log. Last call RECEIVED, not a call that I made, a call TO ME. Dan Hill. Phone number "1". I have since checked 3 more times for good measure. My phone is scary. STOP THE MADNESS!

You know I don't speak Spanish

For 22 years I've been saying:

Anyways.

Turns out there is no "s" at the end people. It's just "anyway".

Tie you over.

Wrong-o. Turns out this one is in fact "Tide you over". It comes from the Old English tide, meaning time. Like yuletide.

Shouldn't someone have told me these things? Ridiculous. I guess Dad was too busy correcting my usage of number vs. amount.