It's The Truth, It's Factual...

~ I sleep with six pillows, three blankets, a monkey, and a giant down comforter. Most of the time, at least half of these items are covering my head and or face.

~ I have held at least a dozen jobs in my adult life. I don't get fired a lot... I just am never satisfied with work.

~ I get real mad if someone squeezes my toothpaste from the middle of the tube.

~ If I don't have a pet, I feel incomplete.

~ There are three songs on this planet that are guaranteed to make me cry from the moment I hear the first chord.

~ I have purchased a t-shirt at every concert I have ever been to.

~ I most definitely believe in feng shui.

~ I don't ever remember believing in Santa Claus.

~ I don't have many friends that are girls... guys are much easier to get along with.

~ About two years ago, pink became my favorite color. I do not remember making that decision, but I regret it now.

~ My rotten ex-boyfriend got me into the band that is now my all-time favorite on the planet, but unlike him, I find them impossible to replace.

~ I am challenged when it comes to being aware of my surroundings. Yesterday I fell up the stairs while carrying a plate of warm cookies. Later that night, I tripped over the dishwasher, and ran into the doorknob.

~ There are three flavors of gum that remind me of specific people immediately upon tasting them.

~ I've never been so alone, and I've never been so alive!

A Song About Me...

Emily do you think it’s safe to guess
that you’ll be different from the rest?
Emily I don’t know if you’re truly make believe
but my mind is open to you anyhow.
Oh someday I will say the following words to you:
Emily you’re very different from the rest ,
you have me really quite impressed.
Emily I don’t know if you’re truly someone’s dream,
but my mind is open to you now.

Now Emily brings a tray of parfait,
to the troops of sinuous felines
lounging in her chaise lounge.
Now Emily with an ardent oratory
inspires the troops of sinuous felines
to do the bidding of

Emily you know I’d love to know you best,
but are your confessions just in jest?
Emily I hope that you are truly what you seem
cause my heart is open to you.

Artist: OF MONTREAL
Title: A QUESTION FOR EMILY FOREMAN

Blog Is A Weird Word

I'm not really sure what I am doing back on this thing. I haven't updated it in almost a year, so that's pretty lame right there. I feel like I should be catching the internet-world up with my life, but I am not going to. I am too lazy. I will start from right here, right now, and we'll see how long I can keep going.

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my whole famn damily is coming to utah for thanksgiving, and i'm not sure that i am exactly looking forward to it. sara is driving down from oregon with jeremy, brian and his baby's momma are coming from colorado, and scott and his nasty dog are driving out with MY DAD. to stay at my mom's house. not kidding. that's all my siblings, plus my divorced parents, two dogs, a cat, and my weird stepdad. throw his kids in there, with the four illegitimate grandchildren, and you've got all the ingredients for the holiday from hell. oh, and don't forget the fact that we have one working shower in the whole house. i'm almost happy that i have to work on wednesday, friday, and saturday. i love my life.

About Me:

I still sleep with a blankie. I got straight A's in college, but I hate school. I think the blue M&M's taste better. I can easily sleep 14 hours a day if undisturbed. I hate showering. I make faces in the mirror almost every time I look at myself. I still have some of the cement on my teeth from when I had braces. I've been fired from 3 jobs. I tend to over-analyze things. I like peas. Sometimes I steal things. I have 9 decks of cards, but I only know how to play 2 card games. I am smarter than I let everyone believe. A lot of the time, I wish I had a different family. I hate making new friends. I take pills for a problem that I don't want to admit that I have. I make something up in every job interview. I swear... a lot... when I'm alone. I've never been on a date. Some of the best memories I have are of drunken nights. I wear pajamas out in public more than most people. I am an excellent liar. When I can't sleep, it's because I can't stop thinking. I can only snowboard heel-side. The last time I got a tooth pulled, I saved it, and now I keep it in my sock drawer. One time at summer camp, I threw up inside someone else's shoes in the middle of the night, and denied it. I am secretly afraid of heights. My mom left me at Denny's once on purpose when I was ten. I don't like chocolate and peanut butter mixed together. My favorite Christmas carol is O' Holy Night... but only the *NSYNC version. When I'm sick, I sleep in my bathrobe. I don't write on my calendars... I only have them because I like the pictures. I have a favorite pen. I like the taste of baby food. I am really good at listening to two conversations at the same time. I still wear one of my ex-boyfriend's t-shirts to sleep in... two years later. I clip coupons, but don't use them. Rocking babies to sleep is my favorite thing that I get paid to do. I hated my senior prom. I really like watching the History Channel. I can't drive without music playing. I learned to drive while barefoot, and I still don't like wearing shoes in the car. I am so very afraid of being alone.

Sleep now, write later

EDIT: Photos are here! Yay!



Tyson and Nick of The All-American Rejects


Tyson of The All-American Rejects




I am so unbelievably tired right now! I logged on to post about the awesome concert I went to tonight, and I know I am too tired to write anything even remotely intelligent sounding. I guess I am just posting this to say that a smarter post will follow. I don't even have any pictures up-loaded to post on here yet. Argh!

Please Consider

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Dependency

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