Dress Rehearsal

On Monday I went in to get my wisdom teeth removed.

...but they're still there.

Explanation:
They told me not to eat or drink anything six hours prior to the operation, not even water, which for me is like telling a positive charge that it's love for a negative charge is strictly forbidden. But I held out and didn't have anything except the antibiotic they gave me. Needless to say, I was a little dehydrated when they called me in.

They had me sit in your standard dentist's chair; it was a very nice place, the people were all very friendly and there was a huge painting of Greece for me to look at (which beats the pants off of the 2-by-3 "A Bright Smile Is Worth the While" posters featuring cartoon animals that they have at all the family dentist offices). They were also careful to put the long, sharp, intimidating surgery tools behind the chair and out of view.

I sat in the chair and swished with some wicked strong mouthwash (despite the fact that I had brushed my teeth for about 10 minutes once I heard how long it would be after the surgery before I'd have another chance) and then they proceeded to check my blood pressure.

They put the electrical probes on me to monitor my heart rate and strapped on the squeezing arm band. They tightened it. They tightened it more. My fingers started prickling. After a few minutes, some pressure released, and then they tightened it again. My whole forearm was throbbing. I could hear them having difficulty with the blood pressure thing. I started wincing and rubbing my fingers together. Jeez people, how long does it take? I didn't sign up for an amputation... I kept rubbing my fingers together; as long as I still have feeling, it must be okay. They know what they're doing, right? I could feel my heart fluttering. They told me to keep my hand still.

About at that point, I started to feel a little faint. I took deep breaths and looked at the Grecian landscape. When that didn't help, I started to get a little worried. I was feeling weirder and weirder and was losing my vision. Soon darkness clouded everything over and I closed my eyes in the hopes that I could just pass out already so that this horrible feeling would go away.

Nurse: "Emily, how do you feel?"
Emily: "Pretty light-headed."
Nurse #2: "You're light headed?"
Emily: "Yeah, uh, I'm passing out."
Mom: "Sigh."

No, actually my mom was really supportive and held my constricted hand the whole time. The main surgeon was really friendly too, he came in and held my other hand. He asked me questions, and his voice sounded reeeeally far away, like through a tunnel, but still very audible. When I answered I could tell that my voice sounded all groggy. Later my mom said that my skin had turned ash-colored and my eyes weren't right.

Eventually they had me open my eyes, and I was surprised to be able to see their faces peering down at me from under the operation light. I noticed that at some point someone had taken off the arm band. My mom left the room with the surgeon and the light-headedness slowly began to wear off.

Mom: "Emily, sounds like you're going to come back another time."
Emily: "What? I'm fine now...I'm supposed to be unconscious for this thing anyway!"
Nurse: "It's okay, we just want to be careful. Here, drink some orange juice."
Emily: "SUSTINANCE!!!" [grabs juice]

So that was basically a dress rehearsal for the full procedure. Teeth Removal Act 1, Take 2 is scheduled to make it's debut in July. The cool thing is, now our fridge is fully stocked with pudding, frozen yogurt, and Odwalla Superfood (R)!!

We Got A Hot Crustacean Band

"While we're on the subject can we change the subject now?"
"We were certainly uncertain, 'least I'm pretty sure I am."
--Modest Mouse.

Today was an interesting day. In Spanish we had a substitute who was pretty awesome; he had a ponytail and played classic Spanish guitar really well and sang. He basically sang songs the whole period, including "Under the Sea" from The Little Mermaid, complete Sebastian voice and all. He also actually spoke Spanish, which is a trait not many Spanish subs seem to have developed. There was this one song he played called Guantanamera, which was beautiful. People ordered a pizza and we ate someone's homemade rice pudding.

Class: "Ugh, we have a sub..."
Sub: "Come, children, let us sing! Soy un hombre de donde crecen las palmas..."
Class: "....nevermind, party on! Er---fiesta on."

Then in math, the homework was so short that I was able to get everything done in class AND still have time to go down to the chef school and check out their gingerbread house collection. They were playing Finding Nemo and handing out free cookies.

Then at karate, I managed to make the kids laugh AND pay attention. Very successful.
And later, my mom came as my "buddy" (it was Bring a Buddy Week). She really brought it home. I was so proud :-)

Marine Science test tomorrow! Apparently there's a lot to memorize about plankton and macroalgae.
Plankton: "FOOL! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER! I WILL RULE YOU!!!"
Spongebob: "nyehehehehehehehehehehehe--"
Emily: [turns off TV]
Spongebob and Plankton: " "

Well, off to bed.

Sunless in Seattle...but not FUNless HAR HAR HAR

Piano teacher: "Emily, you should play your piece for the honors recital even though you completely screwed up your adjudication!"
Emily: "Okay!" [plays again, screws up just as much] "Well, darn!"
And that is all I have to say about THAT.

Pike Place Market is so much fun! I drove Sarah and I down there to meet our distant cousins/awesome friends from childhood on Sunday. It was so fun seeing them again and meeting their band geek friends (who were equally as awesome). They spent most of their time in a fantasy comic shop (the kind where any worshiper of Star Wars, Star Trek, Doctor Who, D&D, Harry Potter, or anything affiliated with zombies, superheroes, and anime will get that warm fuzzy feeling. It was a good day). Seattle is such a cool city, I'm excited to live there someday. I want to get all my produce at the market if I can afford it.

I spent 7 hours total at the dojo on Saturday. Ah, to have responsibility in the dojo. It will prepare you for anything. Went out to eat afterward with dojo friends; had breakfast for lunch/dinner (blinner?). Very delicious.

On Sunday, Kyle and I went running in the rain. Sounds like a Hollywoodized romance scene. In actuality:

Kyle: "There's so much rain in my face!!"
Emily: "My pants are sticking to my thighs!"
Kyle: "Now my face hurts!"
Emily: "My phone is getting wet!"
Kyle: "My hair is in my eyes!"
Emily: "I'm tracking mud everywhere!"

It was great fun. No, in actuality I enjoyed it very much :-D
I was quite productive today and yet I still have time left over to go relax (and to write this) YAAY SUCCESSSSSSSS!

PS Kayley, I'm sorry you're sick! Get well soon and dream of The Hunger Games and of Catching Fire being released early ;-)

Yesterday morning I watched part of a NASA spacewalk live online; their Discovery team was on a multiple-part mission that included installing this huge solar panel to the "STS-119 vessel" that can power like 40 households! Yesterday the robotics team from the base was helping 2 astronauts attach parts of the "truss," which involved a lot of complex operations...plus they were all in space suits and no gravity, which looked like it made things 90% much more difficult. It was SO COOL. Plus you could see the Earth behind them and it was all happening live...very amazing. Check out NASA's website for some breathtaking pictures!
Yesterday was just a good day in general. Got new music and went running downtown by the waterfront...school was really short, karate was really fun...it was just an all around good day.

Yay for Friday! What am I talking about? This was an easy week. I'm excited though becauseI finally get to hang out with Lauren today! Then I'll be at the dojo for like 7 hours on Saturday...but we might be learning some Arnis, which is a martial art that uses sticks to simulate a weapon attack (Short single-stick demo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVHpX33nmMI&feature=related). I've never done it but I've seen it and it's COOL and applicable to karate.
Then on Sunday I get to go see Savannah (one of mah best friends/distant cousin :-D) at Pike Place Market for a couple of hours!! I get to drive myself through the city, which should be an experience...then Kyle is coming over :-D and I'm playing in the honors recital. OKAY STORY:

Emily's phone: "You have...ONE new message. First unheard message, sent, TODAY at, 2, 34, PM. 'Hi Emily, it's Keva [my piano teacher], turns out your adjudicator wants you to play the Arne Sonata for the honors recital this Sunday..."

[We interrupt this story for a brief history. The honors recital is meant to honor students whose performances impressed the adjudicator during adjudications.

My performance, particularly with the Arne Sonata, was not what I would call particularly impressive. Let's just say, I managed to recover from my MANY mistakes somewhat gracefully. Basically, I played the piece well when I wasn't struggling to get my fingers to actually do what I tell them for once.]

Emily: "............uhh, really?? Ohkaaaay then. Sure, I'll perform, what the heck?"
God: "You realize I'm giving you a chance to go wipe your pride off the floor."
Emily: "sssiiiggghhh."

So I guess I'd better go practice...

ambition

This strip definitely sums up how I'm feeling. Check out the "Hardest you will ever laugh" link. Some of you have already seen this ;-)

Also, I think it's time for a new poll. Check out the new poll! You guys should vote this time!

awesome.

I definitely want this shirt. I hope they make it for girls...I don't even care, it's amazing. It's a PERSONAL SOUNDTRACK SHIRT. There's a working speaker that you can upload MP3 files into that will play songs when you press a button on a pocketed remote, so you can do the whole "walk-down-a-hallway-to-an-epic-theme-song-slapping-high-fives-and-doing-a-cheesy-little-dance-Spiderman-three-style" thing. DREAM COME TRUE

Conversation from today:
Mom: "How did [piano]adjudications go?"
Emily: "Well, I played really well when I wasn't messing up."

Good thing I had a good judge. Man, I KNEW what was going to happen. I always get myself all psyched up even though I fool myself into thinking that I'm trying to calm myself down--
Reader: "HUH"
Emily: "Just bear with me, here."

So I end up getting all nervous for no reason and then making mistakes that I don't make at home on my own piano. It's like this:

Emily: "Ugh, you're SO not ready to perform!"
Emily: "What are you talking about? Of course I am. I can play this piece."
Emily: "But we keep messing up!"
Emily: "No, YOU keep messing us up. Shut up and go away."
Emily: "NAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAGNAG"
Emily: "I CAN'T PRACTICE STAYING CALM WHEN YOU'RE NAGGING AT ME!!!"
Men In White Lab Coats With Butterfly Nets: "It's okay, it's okay, just stay calm, and stay still..."

List of Songs to Program Into Theme Song Shirt So I Can Saunter Down A Hallway Pointing At People And Winking:

1. Come On Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Run (heheheh Kayley)
2. Makes Me Wonder by Maroon Five
3. Ants Marching by the Dave Matthews Band (heheheh Gabrielle)
4. Jerk It Out by Caesars
5. Crazy by Gnarles Barkley
6. I Don't Feel Like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters

*Please note that most of these songs were probably written specifically for the purpose of sauntering down hallways and pointing and winking at people. Please take caution when using these songs for other purposes. (cough)

Natasha Richardson: "Where am I?"
God: "You're in Heaven."
Natasha: "But..why?"
God: "It was time for you to come home..............and honestly, who else can say that they died while taking a skiing LESSON? I needed some variety."

Just kidding, that's really horrible. [insert animation of Emily sprinting to Hell with a cheery smile]. In all seriousness, it's very tragic.

God: "I'm God, and I don't approve this message."
[LIGHTNING!!!!!!]
Emily: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!

Leprechauns of Doom

There once was a girl with a face

Whose mind went all over the place
A standardized test
She took without rest
Then fell down a mountain with haste.

In celebration of St. Patrick's Day, that was a Limerick about my weekend. The SAT was the test. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be, but it was rather long and grueling. One thing I thought was funny was that after we took the first 2 sections, they had us turn to the back cover of the testing packet where there was one of those statements, "I hereby agree to the terms and conditions blah blah blah dot dot dot etc," and then they had us COPY THE ENTIRE THING IN CURSIVE. We haven't had to do cursive since like third grade. It was so pointless.

Sample SAT question: Read the question carefully and use the magic sorcery of mathematics to select the best answer, not that there are any other right ones to chose from:

L'Sunjayabalakeem plans to give a speech about including exaggerated racial diversity in standardized tests for 3 hours. While giving his speech, he stands on a podium that is made of cedar wood. The cedar wood was fashioned (having cut it into several equal parts) by a logger whose dog follows him at a constant pace wherever he goes. The ratio of the length of the dog's hind legs to the length of the dog's front legs also remains a constant. The dog got lost and wandered out into traffic on the day of the speech, and L'Sunjayabalakeem nearly ran over him on his way to the Diversity Club Center. This caused him to be late, and he lost 1 hour. If the Diversity Club Center was in New York and the logger who owned the dog was in Ontario, what is 3 minus 1?

Answers:
A. 2
B. (3)x/2
C. 2cotx
D. log(dog)
E. The ratio of the dogs' legs will no longer be constant.

Fun stuff. One thing I will say about the SAT though is that the whole experience made me appreciate going to my high school much more, because the school where I tested is in pretty bad condition in comparison. There were unidentifyable smears on the walls, the desks were worse than the ones I had in middle school (and just for mentioning middle school I have to now go through salt over my shoulder and sprinkle oil on my head). The flickering flourescent-blue lights served as the final resting ground of many a fly...Let's just say I took a nice long shower afterward. And it wasn't even bad compared to other stuff I've heard about...I guess it just put it into perspective for me. I now feel more motivated to support programs that work to clean up schools. In all seriousness, I would not feel motivated about my education on a campus that isn't well kept, and I wouldn't feel safe either.
When I become a teacher I'm going to work hard to make sure that the environment my students are in is of quality.

After the SAT I got to go snowboarding, which was uber fun in comparison. I could go into so much more detail about that but--
[Impish giggling]
Oh, joy, I see our Leprechaun problem is back. They don't make mousetraps like they use to.
[HORROR-INVOKING ROAR]
@#$%^ they brought that Orc cross-breed! I've got to--

Guerrodent Warfare

Thoughts:

1. I love peanuts waaay too much.
Charlie Brown: "Aww, shucks!"
Emily: "Oh...I actually didn't mean...well, I love you too. But I meant peanuts as in the legume."
Tentacle-Ridden Creature Covered in Seaweed: "Did somebody say LAGOON?"
Emily: ".....woah!"

2. Swing dancing is so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to learn how to do it better.
Kyle, that thing where we kick my leg up was absolutely EPIC :-) I had a lot of fun with you, as usual.

3. Science is fascinating. It's perplexing how perfectly everything in biology fits together. Like, what are the chances that any of this could happen by accident? Mmmm not likely.
Entropy: "I agree."

4. I'm going to go get some more peanuts.

5. These peanuts are delicious. I'm such a little squirrel.

[Note from the future: The ISSK (International Society of Squirrel-Kind) wrote a very heated letter expressing the offense that was taken upon hearing news of this comment. It was directed at Emily and was signed by several highly-ranked and esteemed officials of the Sciurus genus. However, the document was printed in the indigenous language of Squironese, so Emily was unable to distinguish it from other acorns, and the message was discarded. This induced a worldwide outrage, and the ISSK sent top agents on several assassination attempts; an allience was formed with a certain housecat in Emily's vecinity, and many of the missions were only barely unsuccessful.
Eventually, the ISSK became discouraged and left Emily one final message. This message was also discarded, as Emily had trouble distinguishing it from other animal droppings. It is believed, however, that the significance of this particular dispatch was understood.]

Yup kids, this is what I daydream about.

6. I don't want to sit in a gym filling in bubbles for 5 hours tomorrow. Stupid SAT. Stupid Standardized tests.

7. I'm going snowboarding with my dad on Sunday! That definitely makes up for the SAT scenario.

8. http://www.sancarlosvet.com/Humor/animal_rebellion8.jpg

Aaaand....signing out!

Nothing profound today, but you should enjoy this:

For those of you who haven't seen, this amazing picture of the NASA STS-119 shuttle with the almost-full moon behind it:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nasahqphoto/3346732874/
Beautiful. Taken this morning. The moon has been gorgeous lately.

This video is useful; I totally didn't know most of these tricks. The people at Google have a lot of time on their hands:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tk6vZiGiaiQ&et=1236649873.01

In other news, here are some of my favorite quotes from the last message that Lauren left on my phone. My thoughts are italicized and in brackets:

"Hhheeeeellllooooo? [Hi, Lauren.]
...
...
Hhhheeelllooooo? Hi. It's Lauren [No kidding.]"


"Have you tried the organic marshmallows [Oh, I love those! She must be referring to the homemade ones]? Anyway, they're square, and you can get them at PCC or Central Market or any of those stores...they're ok, but they don't really melt the same way like real marshmallows [Like the cheap processed ones that you can get for 50 cents at Safeway? Maybe it's good that they don't melt the same way...]."

"I'm really excited for the quarter to be over! Only 2 more weeks! 2 more weeks Emily, and we........
.......

.......

[and we what?]
...
..
Sorry, I just got really distracted by something on my floor. [Only you would, Lauren, only you.]"

Off to school!

Butchers, Bakers, or Candlestick Makers

I'm so excited to be a teacher.
Really, it's going to be the best job EVAR.

Office job: "I commute to work; this means being 1 car out of a kazillion others. The freeway is so crowded that's basically a parking lot. There's usually some honking because everyone else is just as bored and irritated as I am. I sign in at 9 and sit down at my cubicle. I answer phones and file papers and stuff...sometimes there's a presentation to be made or, if we really want to spice things up, a meeting. I sometimes get deja voux and then realize that this sequence of events actuallyHAS happened before. I get stressed out and then commute back home just in time for the afternoon rush."

No. Thanks.
One thing I loved about The Office is that it's people (namely Jim and Pam) taking a situation like that, where their lives are so monotonous and life-sucking, and they turn it into something to look forward to by being inventive.

My job is going to be amazing. I get to be around childhood, which was one of the best times of my life in some respects. I have so many fond memories of my elementary school years -- I'm positive that my purpose is to make those memories for other people.

I remember what it was like to be a kid; your imagination is so active and you're SO influenced by your experiences in the environment around you. You're energetic and creative and observant and thoughtful -- I remember really being quite the philosopher as a kid! Why am I not like that now? I miss that part of me. And I remember being naive and judgemental too, but I also remember times when I truly cared about...about everything.

When you're a kid, you can look at a chair and not just see it as a chair, but you can totally take the chair's perspective and believe that it has a soul or something. I distinctly remember doing things like apologizing to sticks for stepping on them and cracking them in half, and honestly feeling really bad about hurting something. It was so easy to imagine what a stick's daily life was like. Why aren't adults like that more often? And I see it in other kids now, too; I know it's not just me.

When I'm a teacher I will get to foster and nourish that blissful state of being in other people. I'll get to watch the imaginations of these human beings flouish. I'll get to see these future doctors and mothers and construction workers as they are in one of the best times of their lives. I'll get to give them something that they can smile about when they recall it years later. I'll get to put all of myself into helping them unlock their abilities and strenghts, and I'll get the reward of seeing them discover what is inside themselves.

And with every year, I will discover something new about myself as my own creativity will be demanded by this job. It's going to be the most exciting and rewarding thing that I could ever do.

I actually feel a ligitimate yearning to do this. I know I'm meant for it, and that's such an amazing feeling.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1K2QRLpMWgY&feature=related
I love this movie. Miss Honey is my hero :-)

"Everyone is born, but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow to be butchers, or bakers, or candlestick makers. Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad. One way or another, though, every human being is unique, for better or for worse."
--Matilda

Well, God has done it. He's come up with a temporary solution to my disorganized-ness. And, in agreement with His wicked sense of humor, that solution has come crashing down upon me like an anvil in a Chuck Jones cartoon.

Emily: "I'm so unorganized!"
God: [in the voice of Morgan Freeman, of course] "Well, whose fault is that?"
Emily: "Mine, I know. I need to make some extra time to catch up."
God: "Well, I could use some entertainment. PRAYER GRANTED!"
Emily: "What? I--" [falls ill with sister's weird Italian flu she brought over] "....Thanks."
God: "Anything else?"
Emily: "...I'm good for now."

So my list of things that I was planning on doing today will be altered slightly.
ORIGINAL LIST:
-Exercise (vetoed)
-Go to school (vetoed)
-Go to Kyle's house (vetoed with excruciating reluctance)
-Practice piano (passed, but disinfection of the keys will be required)
-Work on homework (passed with flying colors)
-Added items: study for SAT's, work on homework, read, work on homework, do my "counseling homework," work on homework...

Ok hold everything. What does it really mean to pass with "Flying colors?" Do colors fly? Has anyone ever seen colors fly? This is a drug reference, isn't it? When else do colors fly? Then why have all my teachers put that on my report cards? What kind of junkie do they take me for?
Oh, I see. They're talking about how spacy I am. "You passed, but with flying colors getting in the way of your focusing ability." Got it.

I was just really hot and now I'm really cold. Double yoo tee eff.

God: "You're starting to bore me. Go trip over your shadow or something."
Emily: "Sir, you didn't need to make me sick if you wanted to see that."

On a side note, it's amazing how much stuff seaweed is in. I guess I won't be winning the Marine Science contest for a Baskin Robbins certificate (which I was actually thinking about giving to Emma since she helped me with such gusto) to see how many products in which we could find seaweed derivitives. Beware...anything with Alginate, Beta Carotene, or Carrageenan in the ingredients has been touched by the forces of Neptune.

God: "Ahem."
Emily: "I'm just kidding, I swear! Neptune's just a figure of mythology!"
God: "That's better."

I even found Carrageenan in Girl Scout Cookies (the Samoas)! Yes, I did fall victim once again to the charms of the poor little wretches that look at you with those big eyes as they stand there suffering in the cold, wearing those awful little outfits with pins all over their scratchy little vests, having to talk to all those old strangers who glance at them coldly as they stalk through the automatic grocery store doors to go buy their prune juice.

.....I actually bought the last two boxes from my friend Kate, who is turning 18 and has been an avid Girl Scout-er for the vast majority of her life. She wasn't at the grocery store. Or wearing the aweful uniform. But Girl Scout cookies are really cheap and delicious ;-)
And yes, I was once a Girl Scout. That lasted about 3 months. I had the stupid brown socks for like a year after I quit. I wore them once when all my other socks were being washed and Gabrielle asked me if I was pursuing a career as a hobo. I told her that standing outside a grocery store in the cold asking for people to give you money is a hobby that hobos and Girl Scouts seem to have in common.

God: "That's mean."
Emily: "Sor--" [trips over shadow]

entertainment

A must see vlogbrothers video. This one had me in hysterics:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUrkGpK2oOg

And an interesting little short by one of my favorite YouTube subscriptions:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiIBT6WLOBA

I really am not sure whether to laugh or cry at that one. Or be reflective.

attention deficient permanency disorder

I've discovered that there are 2 things fundamentally wrong with my present life:

1. It seems I can only do math (without help) under very specific circumstances. These circumstances are the following:
-I must have gotten at least 6 hours of sleep (which I usually do)
-The directions must be VERY clear (which they usually aren't)
-I can't have been studying on other stuff all day (which is usually a given)
-It must be after 10AM (which is pretty inconvenient)
-I must be in a motivated mood (which really depends on the day).

So my chances of making successful calculations are...wait no, that would take math to figure out. Sigh.

I'm not even going to think about my chances of doing well on the SAT.

For example: I took a marine science test recently. I got 3 questions wrong. One of them was completely mathematical. I mean, it was arithmatic. And I had a calculator. And I still managed to screw it up. That is ridiculous. Like, embarassing. I'm screwed.

2. I'm substantially unorganized. There's a list of stuff that I want to do:
-Read like 6 books
-Take at least some advantage of online study guides for the SAT and ACT
-College research (I should just schedule a time)
-Online Health (there goes spring break)
-Recreational stuff like art and videos (the most likely to actually get done)
And none of it actually gets very far. I definitely need to come up with some sort of organizational system. I think my problem lies in the area of motivation and focusing. I know that if I could focus more I would get more stuff done.

Emily: "Focus, darnit!"
Emily's brain: ".....huh? What? Did you say something?"
Emily: "You're so lazy!!!"
Emily's brain: "On the contrary. I'm just putting my energy into whatever I'd like."
Emily: "But I need you to put your energy into whatever I'd like!"
Emily's brain: "............peanut butter..."
Emily: "GAAAAHHH!"

Is there a rehab institution for spacy people? I have a feeling that reforming is going to be a long process.

ok, time for some substance

I'm REALLY procrastinating pretty badly right now. Just got back from taking one of my best friends back to the airport. We've literally known each other our entire lives and have kept contact since we moved here from California. I had such a great weekend with her, so now it's like...ugh. Back to regular reality.

Whenever I'm at the airport I always get this feeling of excitement. I think it's because either I'm going to travel (which of course is exciting in itself) or I'm going to pick up/drop off someone who I haven't seen in a long time.

When you first see that person as they walk toward you with bags in their hands, it seems like this surreal moment, and you think, "Are they really in front of me?" You just want to drink in the reality of it. Like, you want to reach out and touch the person just to make sure that at this point in time, they're really in the same exact spot in the universe as you are. It seems like when they're miles away, they don't even exist in the same reality that you do. So it's basically like summoning them from a different dimension or something.
Reader response: "Wow this chick is either on something or plays RPG's for a living."

Thank you, reader, I'll ignore that and continue.
Reader: "Whatever."

Anyway, then you take your friend home and you start talking and they start to slowly become integrated back into your view of reality again, and you don't even notice that they were ever a kazillion miles away or in another dimension playing with the Loch Ness monster or whatever those people in other dimensions do.

And then another phenomenon occurs. Since time was lagging when you first saw the person again (think slo-mo with Chariots of Fire playing in the background), it has to speed up again for the duration of their visit. The hands on the clock get lazy at their jobs and decide to skip seconds every once in awhile, or sometimes even whole hours.

So when you go to take them back to the airport, you think to yourself: "What? That's all?" and then you start to realize that your best friend is about to be sucked back into the land of unicorns and Bigfoots (Bigfeet?) and your reality is about to disinclude them again.
Very depressing.
So then that feeling of surrealism sets in again as you begin to savor your last moments with that person and you have to go through the awkwardness of saying goodbye and suddenly they're swallowed by the airport-chaos and out of your sight. And then reality returns to its usual sameness.

Reader: "...........fascinating."

So that's why I'm procrastinating. I'm definitely attempting to enlengthen the sense of surrealism. And it's definitely not working, because I know better. Sigh.

Reality: "Welcome back. Time to suck it up, because we're going to be spending a lot of time together."
Emily: "I'll tell you what to su--"
Surrealism: [in singsongy voice of Frosty the Snowman] "And you hear me say/As I fade away/I'll be back again someday!"
Reader: "This is getting a little out of hand..."

On an unrelated but slightly interesting note, my parents have been at the videostore for quite awhile. I'm starting to form ideas about what could be taking this long (considering that there's a Blockbuster like 2 minutes from here), which isn't neccessarily a good thing.

Well, reality calls.

testing testing 123

I'm thinking that this blog is going to serve the following purposes:

1. Provide an outlet for me in which I can arrange my thoughts.

2. Provide an organized format in which my friends can view my thoughts and updates.

3. Clutter up the internet with something that no one will probably read.

Hopefully, it will come to something more interesting than this, but hey, it's a start!
I'll probably put pictures up or something. Videos maybe.

I'm going to go back being productive now!