Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
1. I recently became a devoted "Veronica Mars" fan ("Veronica Mars" as in the hit UPN show that ran from '04 to '07). Mid way through the first season I on numerous occasions proclaimed it "even WAY better than "Felicity". I loved it, then the third season came and went with no structure and no ending. The series just ended, but without an ending. It is so annoying and anyone that has watched the show will know how I feel. If you haven't watched it, go to your local library and watch until season three starts, don't bother it'll just break your heart.
2. I wear a size 4.5 shoe, but occasionally I can manage a 5. This past week I went to bargain shoe store DSW. Guess what size is not even in the store, not one pair? Size 5. No size 5's. Obviously I felt it was my duty to express my unhappiness to the girl working the cashier table. She tells me they always get one size 5 in of every shoe, but "they sell out the day they come in." So if somethings sells out the day they come in, why would you not be interested in selling more than one? I hope DSW goes bankrupt, they'd deserve it.
3. There's a new talk show on MTV and playing on VH1 called "It's On With Alexa Chung". Alexa Chung is terrible at her job. Every time I watch it (only thing on during my lunch break) I can't help but know that I would be way better at hosting a talk show. This makes me loathe her. If only I had a British accent.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I didn't take that many pictures. I have actually only taken 97 pictures since Christmas. I need to try harder. Plus Virginia is really humid, so we all look really gross. Especially my bangs.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Goal: Put on sun dress and dance/walk the mile and half to the grocery store.
Result: Put on sun dress and dance/walk the mile and half to the grocery store.
Goal: Pick up some necessities, mind my own business, and walk/dance my way home.
Result: Walk around grocery store, pick up cough drops and chili cheese Frito's. While minding my own business be approached by creepiest man/child alive (actually only calling this guy creepy is like saying Kim Jong-Il is just a little misunderstood). Creepy man/child is wearing skinny jeans in my dream target weight size, a keffiyeh, a bright colored shirt, and has dyed black, hot ironed straightened hair. He followed me around the grocery store for several aisles before he approaches me. He wastes my time for about ten minutes. I somehow find out he's in a transition from an Ecstasy induced lifestyle into a drug free one, no I did not ask, he told me. Does this dude not understand that I am not interested in talking and all I want to do is compare the size of two green onion cheese balls?
Overall Goal: Get home safely.
Overall Result: Somehow gave grocery store stalker my real number. Good move, Emily. Good move.
I would just like to put it out into the universe that if you are currently rehabbing, on parole, or jonesing for any illegal substance then steer clear of this little girl.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I say these bold comments with all confidence in the world and I thought these same comments the entire vacation. I thought all these things while wearing this:
Yes, those are Minnie Mouse ankle socks, actually I'd actually prefer if we referred to them as "bobby socks" then I sound retro not lame.