These are a few of my favorite things...

I've always been incredibly interested in little obsessions people have, or just their favorite things in general. Like everyone else, I go through phases. So I thought it would be neat if I made a small little list of all of my favorite things (at the moment) so that my two followers, and any future followers I may inquire, can better know me!

Emily's Exciting Eight! (obviously, I love assonance.)

1. The song "Fire" by the pointer sisters

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKuNNgjNA5g&feature=related

2. My puppy, Indigo

3. Warm vanilla soy milk.

4. Pasta with pesto.

5. The book "Slaughter House Five" by Kurt Vonnegut.

6. Counting the change I keep in the change can every night before I go to bed.

7. EVERYTHING IN THE URBAN OUTFITTERS FALL CATALOGUE

8. And this band, Bolivian Search Party

http://boliviansearchparty.bandcamp.com/album/lesser-people

So, what are some of your favorite things?

I only like my yogurt if it's frozen

Okay, so I lied. I'm not a super pathetic nerd that does nothing except school work all the time. I actually did something fun last Friday! Hannah and I went on an adventure to Menchie's frozen yogurt's grand opening. Guess who got free frozen yogurt?! That's right, WE DID! Any way, I kept all this awesomeness a secret until I had the pictures to prove it happened. Obviously, it happened. You should make it happen too, it's actually pretty delicious.

A thanks to Hannah for taking a ton of pictures for me to use since I forgot my camera. Unfortunately , all of the ones that had me in them were incredibly creepy. Such is life.

I hope you all are having a fantastic Tuesday!

Emily

It's been forever since my last post

I know, I know- I haven't blogged in quite some time. But hey, at least I'm consistently inconsistent? I've just been incredibly busy with school and what not... it takes up the majority of my life, and eats my soul. Any who, I found time in one of my easier classes to write a poem regarding the loathe I have for school. I figured I'd share it with you all, since I don't have much else to offer.

We were lazy that summer

Our "own" ideas were stolen right from the pages of our prestigious books

We were green to the ways of the world.

It was inevitable that we grew tired of lounging in the golden haze

As the sky brightened to a crisp indigo,

We found ourselves thrown into a world where bells rang every 57 minutes for eight hours straight,

beginning at 8:15 AM

In those cement cages, we were preached to about the power of thought, knowledge, and originality.

So we called out things bathed in yellow, discussed things laced in orange, and wrote things down with a crimson flare.

Those preachers burned us all alive.

So we truly did fall,

into a mundane greyscale

I'll be dammed if any of us remember much more than that that.

We slept, we ate, we learned.

Some of us didn't sleep.

Some of us didn't eat.

The vast majority of us lost hope in the potential of learning.

Then maybe it was the April rains that

washed some sense into us

We blossomed like roses

Red, thorny roses

prayers for summer poured from the sky

And, one day, everything became laced in a film

and they were answered

with a golden haze, and a dog-eared thought.

*I apologize if the formatting is psycho, it happens. I also apologize for venting about school, next post I'll have something better. Maybe.

Adventures

A couple days ago, my friend Hannah and I went adventuring and took photographs around this old, broken down house. She entered the first photo above ( the rest, somewhat crappy ones are mine ) in a photography contest where the prompt was "broken". The whole process was a really liberating experience for me. We kind of used the house as this symbol for all of our problems and woes. With each little movement I made trying to show that I was a "broken person," I realized just how true that was. But at the same time, I was reminded that I am small and insignificant, thus, my problems are too. I've lost sight of that recently, spending all of my hours with a heavy heart. When in reality, I have so much to be joyous about.

First Post

I've been meaning to start one of these;

to have a place where my scattered thoughts fall into some sort of organized pattern.

Chances are, my posts will be incredibly sporadic- I have a hard time keeping up with things.

I promise to attempt to keep things interesting.

I'm not that interesting of a person, but maybe I'll throw in some of my writing, photography, etc.

I'm trying to think of a nifty conclusion to my first ever post, your first impression of me.

I can't.