I Have a P.R.O.B.L.E.M.
Ahem. Ahem. Hello?
Hi, my name is Emily, and I have 26 skirts. I know that this is a problem, and that's why I'm here...to talk about it. This is SA, right? Skirts Anonymous?
So, like I said my name is Emily. I'm 24 and I love to buy clothes. I guess, especially skirts as evidenced by my latest skirt count. I was a little baffled that I actually own that many. It just kinda happened. I don't know. I mean, who own 26 skirts? But, I'm determined that it'll stop here...for now. I'll be honest, I'm not going to completely stop buying those cute articles of clothing, but I am going to start to limit myself greatly. I've admitted I have a problem, that should suffice...right??
Oh, I know what you are thinking. You're sitting there thinking that I'm one psycho girl and why don't I have that many shoes? I know! Maybe that'll be my next vice. Maybe not.
Well, I'm glad that I came, and got this out. Y'all have been wonderful to listen to me. I'm glad that I can come to a place and meet people with the same problem.
Thanks.
Oh! And by the way, does anyone know where JA is? Jeans Anonymous??
amber
amber is awesome. let me tell you all why. i wish i was just like her. if i was a boy i'd ask her out all the time. let me tell all you boys why you should take amber on a date. she'll be nice. she won't make you spend tons of money because that's not really her thing. she's normal. she won't cry if you make a joke..and she'll probably be able to burp as loud as you do. so, if anyone wishes to take her out, please let me know and i will contact her. oh yeah, she also likes to floss her teeth so that is definately a plus. yes, she is my hero. there is no way that amber is writing this blog right now. it's me, emily. i swear. now, on to a better subject.. Me! My name is Embaly. I like to do whatever amber tells me to do. I live for her. if i had the choice of winning one million dollars and free sonic drinks for the rest of my life, or hanging out for the afternoon with ambie, i'd so take ambie. well, i guess that's all for now. i'm not exactly feeling creative at the moment. maybe i should call amber and she'll inspire me to be cooler than i already am. 
Truth Be Told
Holy crap I'm blogging! So I have taken a wonderfully long furlough from the blogging world. It was great. So many things happened whilst I was away that there just isn't enough room for it!
But really, I just got tired of it, so I decided not to do it...so that's about it.
Yeah, my life is still remakable boring. Well, except my photography stuff, that's cool.
Ok, ok. Truth be told, I just had absolutely nothing witty to say...still don't. So, I'm going to go to a hayride and bonfire and freeze my butt off and get sicker.
k, bye
Little Moments
I love the funny little moments when you connect with a complete stranger. I'm sorta touched on this before, but this was REALLY funny. I was walking down the hall. Now, to get to my A&P lab, you have to walk past the choir room place. Well, I'm going on my merry way and all of a sudden I hear a very high soprano operatic screech! I was like what the freak! I started laughing, then felt really stupid b/c I was waling by myself in a hallway that's practically empty, and I'm crackin' up. Well, I hear that noise again and try not to laugh or look, so I stare straight ahead. Comnig towards me it this guy. He was like startled when the choir person screeched again. then he looked me in the eyes and we both started to laugh.
It was a good moment. I love when stuff like that happens. when you connect about funny stuff...it's great. AND! I felt like less of an idiot b/c I wasn't the only one who was laughing and thought that the noise coming from the choir room sounded like some poor massive bird being stabbed within an inch of it's life.
Good times.
Angela's Brand New Pet!
Interesting
Below is a tale of tall proportions, so please....be careful whilst reading!
My Life In Stick Figures, According to Amber
This is a little run down of my life. Everything on here may be fictional , so please read with discretion. How did this start, you might ask? Well, I owe it all to YahooMessenger and the freakin' doodle thing...and of course, I owe most of it to Haaamber Meeechelle. I am who I am....or will be who I will be because of her artistic talent and creativity. So thanks, Amber!
The story begings with a little courtship between a boy and...me. :) We meet. We click. We start to date. He's cute in a cartoon sorta way, but you know me around cute boys, even cartoonesque boys (please refer to "I Don't Want To Be A Salt Shaker Anymore").
First there is a kiss by this boy with a big chin and small glasses. I'm so happy!Then we date some more and have fun and really get to know each other. Life is so great right now. But I feel like we need to move up or move on, but the darn boy won't ask me to marry him! Blast him! But I REALLY like him, so I'm definitely going to stick around...if only he'd ask me.Then one day, whilst we are out and about he pulls out this gigantic ring...
and he asks me to marry him! YES! But, he's kneeling on the ground. So, after I completely lose it laughing because of how cheesey kneeling is, I totally accept him. And we live happily ever after.THE END!
Rock On Justin!
