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.