advertisements really work

Usually I ignore the ads on the side of my Facebook homepage. That is until last night (2 am) happened and I saw an ad for Pizza Hut's new Tuscani lasagna and how you can win a trip to Italy. What was the first thought in my head? 

I want lasagna.

So, I said this to my roommates.

And so we went to Smith's (24 hours, baby!) and bought some frozen lasagna.......

I had a good night.

Okay so i just found

Okay so i just found out to post a blog post from my phone through text message. Oh man this is the coolest thing. :D

water spitting

That is Mike ecstatic over his lovely presents that V and yours truly found at the BYU bookstore today. It was like Mike Appreciation Day or something, don't ask. If ya knew the kid.... HAHAHA, man he'll get a kick outta that comment. In fact, he'll get a kick outta this post being DEVOTED TO HIM! Oh man, what was that joke about me having Mike Files? Oh dear....

So, the *fancy* presents for Mike wasn't even how the day started. It actually started with a race to class (he didn't beat us, we let him win) and, wait for it............. Mike spitting/coughing/shooting water everywhere, what?! Yes, in fact he made quite the mess. If only I had a picture. BUT WAIT! I have a picture of Mike mid-bite (Subway sandwich, yeah-yuh) while laughing at some probably ridiculous thing I was saying while I was super hyper.... don't judge.

Oh, priceless moments! This is definitely getting back to Holland somehow......

the vent's mother died

So, I wake up this morning and am getting ready for classes, just like any other day. Leica leaves and I am the only one left in the apartment and I am doing my hair when all the sudden there is this sound of falling water. I look into my bathroom, thinking the shower is leaking, but, no, instead there is water leaking from the ceiling vent right above my toilet. And it's not just leaking it is freaking pouring! I mean, full on the vent is crying because it's mother died (this is how I described it for Vanessa) and there is water everywhere. Now, imagine if someone was on that toilet at the time.....oh my gosh, disgusting and horrible all rolled into one. Sick.

depression hurts

The closing of my last entry just reminded me of the funniest thing that has happened to me through Google Chat--referred to as gchat. This is a conversation I had with my sister. The reason why I say "depression hurts" to begin with is not something I am willing to mention.

me: depression hurts

Amanda: yes it does
physically and mentally
and not just you emily
those around you too
it hurts everywhere
and you should ask your doctor
about some pills
hahahahahaha

me: hahahaha WOW, you're good

Amanda: i know right?
:D

me: i'm impressed
:D

So, whenever I say "depression hurts" (I say it a lot) I am referencing a commercial about depression and some kind of depression medication (Cymbalta--see photo). And when I said it to Amanda, she recited like the whole stinkin' commercial. She's amazing. I love her. AND CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HER!!! So, now that I have told all my friends about this conversation, Leica and Vanessa always start reciting the commercial.

brian's request

I took my Comms 101 final today in the JSB auditorium. I wish my story ended here, but it does not. I study nearly a solid two days for this final and then I go to take it and it's all weird 'cause it's not in the testing center. So, I go into the auditorium and find a seat, sit down, and realize there is no desk thing attached to it. I get up and look around for another seat, making sure that it has a desk thing attached to it. This one girl gets up from her seat and puts the desk thing down so i decide I will just take her seat. I climb past some people and sit down. I'm all ready to take my test and then I encounter problems because my jacket is so big and uncomfortable. While attempting to take it off I mange to hit the guy next to me with my elbow and he laughs a little--probably at my awkwardness. Then, halfway through the test--100 questions, took me 26 minutes--I fiddled with my earring and DROP THE BACK. It falls into my lap and I reach for it, but the more I reach, the further it goes and then it's just awkward and the guy next to me (who I hit with my elbow) looks at me like "What the crap are you doing?!" and I stop. I decide that I am just going to get it when I leave. I finish my test and while attempting to keep my seat from popping back up into a vertical position--so that I can grab my earring back--I manage to drop my pencil and, naturally, I say (a little too loudly) "Uh oh!" and the guy next to me (who I hit with my elbow) looks at me like he's officially decided I am a crazy person. I find my pencil underneath the seat of the guy next me and grab it. I gather my things--after giving up on finding my earring back--and leave. I end up getting only an 85 on the final, but the thing I am most bummed about is MY STUPID LOST EARRING BACK. This is me depressed, ladies and gents. And, you know what? Depression hurts.

ghost of a good thing

Ghost of a Good Thing by emchien

So this is my new obsession, Polyvore.com. At the website you can create outfits by dragging and dropping. Get photos from anywhere on the web and use them in your outfits. Jumble them all together and this is what you get: an awesome anyday wear outfit that I am completely in love with. Yes, I put this together, and, yes, I put outfits together better on here than for myself in a store. Oh, life. This is what I do when taking breaks from studying. Because, I tend to go on five hour study rampages and need a break every now and then so that I can breath a little and now end up asleep on a chair in the Brimhall.