Jersey Wearing.

At my new school, the football players are a few steps short of gods. What's new?

And kind of like in the old days when a guy would ask a girl to wear his pin, or his ring, at my school, the boys ask the girls if they will wear their jerseys.

Does this happen anywhere else?

Not at my old school, so when I moved here and overheard a girl saying with a huge smile,

"He asked me to wear his jersey!"

I was baffled. I was like, what? Why would you wear that?

But I guess it is a custom or whatever here, and I admit I kinda got caught up in the excitement of maybe getting asked or asking to wear a certain football player's jersey.

I had a few friends who have the attitude, "If you won't ask him I will ask him for you."

Scary. It's almost a threat.

My response to this kind of attitude was, "Do it and I'll kill you." That's not a threat, that's a promise.

So, hopefully most of my friends have kept out of my guy business.

Yes, I'm going somewhere with this.

Today in my last class of the day, I was talking to my friend, who I will not name.

I'll call him Frank.

Anyway, I was talking to him about the football game that's happening tonight and he suggested I bring a huge sign with his number on it, for support. I laughed and said I possibly might, and changed the subject.

Whenever I talk about stuff like that with Frank, my brain goes to pot. You might as well say goodbye to intelligent Emily, cuz she ain't comin' back for a while.

With less than a minute to the bell, Frank looks down at his jersey and says, almost but not quite to himself, "I need to get rid of this..."

(FYI: Every Friday that the football players have a game, they wear their jerseys to school)

And he looks up at me...! And me, being me (shy), and for other reasons probably best kept to myself, I look down and away, as if I didn't give a flying pancake what he did with his jersey.

(Wrongo bongo)

He sort of stood there for a second, fingering the collar of the shirt, as if deciding whether to take it off right then or not, and kind of wandered off a little and next thing I hear is an ecstatic,

"I'd love to wear your jersey!"

Needless to explain... It wasn't me he asked.

But that's ok! I'm not so enraptured that this misfortune totally obliterated my heart and soul, I didn't go crying from the room, and the girl he asked I still think is the cutest thing ever.

Just mild disappointment is all.

What's the big deal anyway? It's a shirt. With a number on it.

Number 22.

Jack O' Lanterns, Full Moons, Vampires, Oh My!

I am an absolute fan of the month October. I love it.

I love going to Haunted Houses, straw and corn mazes, carving pumpkins, doing scary stuff!

I especially love full moons in October. They just fit so well!

This Halloween, I'm gonna do everything. Carve pumpkins, hit every single Haunted House and Corn Maze, paint and draw crazy stuff!

I really wish I had contacts like these:

That would be awesome. I'd wear them all the time.

I'm so excited for the Big Day! (Halloween) Every weekend leading up to it, I'm going to watch scary movies, read scary books, stay outside after dark, get majorly freaked out, and have my friends go with me to every single establishment with the word "haunted" displayed.

Who cares about the most likely paranoia that will be the result of me freaking myself out?

Tis the season to be frighted!

It All Started With A Pair Of Missing Spandex

Ok. Here's my day.

I'm writing in red because I'm mad.

I woke up this morning, and I was already late. Lucky for me I had already planned my outfit, and these lovely things below :

Were part of it. No problem.
I'm running around my house with 5 minutes to spare till I have to be at an early morning class, not leave, but be AT the class in 5, running around trying to find my pair of Spandex.

This may seem funny, but it was very very frustrating. I decided to wear a dress today, but I had to wear a shirt underneath, and the Spandex are used to keep the shirt from rising up. But I couldn't find them.

I get to school, almost ten minutes late, I don't know why I was so fussed about it, my first class, Show Choir's a joke.

Anyway.

The majority of the day passed as acceptable. Except I didn't get any lunch, the lines are way too long. So I was hungry too.

For my study hall, I went to the Seminary building to talk to the teacher about doing an at-home study. He yeah sure no problem, and gave me a notebook, and scripture guide. No problems there.

My theater class... Apparently we're not allowed to laugh anymore while playing Improv games.

My teacher shushes us whenever someone laughs, or "breaks character."

Hello! It's IMPROV!! And I guess I'm now the villain of the class, he directs all his criticism at me. Great.

School gets out. I get to my locker, pull out everything I need and book it to the bus pick-up, because I'm a lame senior and don't have a car. I walk out of the school, and the bus is already pulling away.

School has been out for 5 freaking minutes. So I miss the bus. I try to call my mom, she doesn't answer. Try to call my stepdad, no answer. I even do the absurd thing and call my house phone. No answer. Awesome. I finally go to the office, and I won't lie, I'm on the verge of tears.

A nice lady in the office tells her daughter, Morgan, to give me a ride home. I get home and after telling my mother all my woes of the day I get on the comp and see this unwanted beauty on my screen:

See that UGLY mark? The vertical one?

Yeah, No idea where it came from, but there's another one just like it on the other side of my screen, and it's growing.

This is a brand new laptop! I'm so frustrated. I'm sorry if this whole post just seems like a complain and whine-fest but that's all I feel like doing right now. At least I didn't trip and fall and break an ankle at school today. Bright side, right?

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Exciting Things To Tell!

I've made the recent discovery that I'm in love.

With all manners of floral.

I got these beauties (there's another pair), at a thrift store.

I love, love, love, love thrift stores. I don't understand why people have to go to the mall for all their clothes. Thrift stores are just as much in style, if not way more unique.

I pride myself on never having the same shirts or shoes or whatever, as anyone else.

I like it like that.

These are my new favorite pair of earrings. I've become an addict to accesories.
Shameful, I know.

But moving on to more meaningful topics.

School? I don't know. I got called down to the office today! Apparently I offended a teacher for expressing my obnoxious opinion. I can't help it, I'm outspoken.

Speaking of which, my mouth has definitely gotten me into trouble this week. I chewed some boy out for talking about nasty things completely unrelated to mathematics yesterday. I'm not sorry, it was completely disgusting.

And then I upset a junior because being goofy in the hall is simply intolerable.

She tells me to grow up? Please.

BUT, I have awesome things to tell!!

Number one: I am maybe, possibly, hopefully! Going to Lagoon this weekend! With my friend Piper! She offered to take me with her family, and I am positively stoked! Plus, the haunted stuff came out just this week, and I Looooove haunted scary stuff.

Number two: I have made the decision I am going to my Senior Prom in a duct tape dress. That's right. A Duct. Tape. Dress. I am freaking stoked. I just need to find a partner who will put up with me and my crazy antics.

Number three: My brain has worked things out. Life is not a race!

Everybody Needs...

Something to hold on to.

Theater is my something to
hold on to.

Theater is something I'm good
at. It's something that never fails
me, no matter how often people
in life do.
It's addicting, but it won't hurt you.

It's amazing and I can love it, but
it won't ever love me back....
Unless I count the audience.

Now that I'm here in Idaho, I realize how much I love it.

It's so true the phrase,

You don't know what you have till it's gone.

Because the theater I'm used to... Isn't here. I miss my auditorium back home, the acoustics were perfect, the lighting was better than what they have here.

I'm not trying to sound whiney, I just miss my home.

Ancient Finds!

I am beginning to like my new house. It's definitely a fixer upper. We just barely got electricity in the family room, and the fridge that came with the house is seriously ancient.

But... It's got a sort of vintage look about it.

These door handles make me so happy! They're like the ones you see on Alice in Wonderland!

All the doors in my house have knobs like this. Well... Except the ones with no knobs at all.

And I have a very interesting back yard. Our own outside stove!

(We make s'mores and hot dogs here)

I like to say my acre and a half backyard looks like a junkyard, there's scrap metal everywhere, in piles, scattered all over... It's not really a pretty thing to see.

But I have a gorgeous view of the foothills. And the sky.


I keep finding random vintage-like things all over my house! These Coke bottles were a nice find. Upstairs where my room is, I found several old fishing poles. Old! And some 1960's magazines. Those were way fun to look at.
I'm thinking I might like it here. I'm definitely a city girl but...
I like it here.

Second Day.

For me, flowers are nature's healers. After a stressy day, I just want to sit down, and chill down.

School is ok. It's kind of lonely, even though I usually have someone to talk to between and during classes. I just miss my other friends...

And to...

Is easier said then done.

How To Save A Life

Today!!! Several things, but the most interesting:

I donated blood. I had no intention of doing so, but I was motivated by two things:

#1 There was a table of cookies waiting to be devoured by the donors.

#2 There was a cute boy sitting behind the table of cookies waiting to be devoured.

(I'm a sucker for cookies)

So, I donated. It was definitely an experience. I had to read a whole packet of information, things like why donating is important, what they do with the blood after they take it, things that you have to do before you donate, and then I had to fill out like 3 questionnaires.

Stuff like, have you taken this medication in the last 24 hours, are you feeling healthy today, stuff like that.

Then, onto the donating part. I got swabbed down with iodine, and prepped with a squeezing ball thing so the nurse could find the right vein. Then she wrapped a band around my arm and got her needle. At this point, I won't lie, I was really nervous. I don't think myself frightened of

needles but....I was nervous.

I took one look at how big that needle was and almost blacked out.

My new friend Whitney was standing next to my chair, and later after it was over she made the comment that at that moment I looked very much like I was about to pass out.

But I didn't. I stayed concious. Go me!

I sat in that chair for about 15, 20 minutes, very determinedly not looking at my right arm.

While I was sitting I kept making fun of Whitney because she didn't want to give blood, I'd say,

"So Whitney! How many lives have you saved today? Oh, what's that? None?! Shame."

She's such a sport, she took it with a smile.

Finally it was over, and I got a sticker that said, "I Make A Difference. American Red Cross."

I stuck it on the very front of my shirt.

I also got 3 cookies and 2 cups of juice. I was hungry!

(And a couple smiles from the very cute boy behind the table:)

Today was also my first day as a senior! It was a very very long day. I think I'm a little bit anxious for the year to actually start. First days are always full of stupid rule junk, nothing really important. But I've discovered I'm going to be very busy in my English, Economics, Government, Math, Choir, and Theater classes.

Oh is that all? Jeez...

But I'm still excited. It's my last year, I'm definitely going to have fun! Homecoming is in the next week or so!

Senior Year!!!!!!!

Tomorrow I will start my first day as a Senior!

Raah rahh! I'm very very excited! I'm also very nervous, this is an entirely new school. I already know a few people so I won't be entirely on my own, but it's still scary!

I already have a new crush, is that bad? Not to fret though, he has a girlfriend, so I won't be getting into trouble right off the bat.

I'm totally kidding, I'm a good kid.

I'm excited to meet new people, and to make friends. This move has been a good thing for me, it's totally boosted my confidence how easily I've made friends here. Of course it's not all me, the people here are utterly awesome. Haven't met one rude person yet!!

I'm excited for my Senior year!

See Stars!

Let me introduce you to my greatest and best friend in the whole world:

This is BINI.

She looks quite amazing doesn't she? She and I goof off together, laugh together, we do everything together. Well, we did. Until I moved.
I really do miss her. We made up our own names for eachother, we're
"See Stars"

We would go everywhere together, and I wouldn't make a major decision without asking her advice, or having her go with me.
To the store, to the park, anywhere!

We've been bears together on Halloween and we've even been zombies together!

I think we make an awesome pair.

Only she can make me laugh just by laughing. We have so many inside jokes, and a secret handshake that's also an inside joke, and I tell her everything. From who I like to what I'm eating for dinner, she knows almost everything about me.

I thank God every day for giving me such an amazing friend!

Meet Me At the Fair!

I love fairs. I love the food, the excitement, the smells, the sights.

I love how you see couples everywhere, and that oh so cliche couple, you know them, they're the one's walking around with all the stuffed animals he won for her.

Then there's the excited little kids running everywhere. Yelling for their parents to hurry to the next ride, screaming for the one they're most excited for.

I haven't been on a ferris wheel in ages. But I love how tall they are, I love how you can see the whole fair from the very top.

And I absolutely love fair food.

Elephant ears, funnel cakes, lemonade, nachos, pizza, churros, ice cream, garlic fries,

you name it, I Love It.

At fairs, it's like anything can happen. It may just be colored light bulbs and lame rides on the back of semi-trucks, but if you're still a little kid at heart like me, fairs are magic.