feel free to snort out your beverage while laughing.

seriously. I did. Choked too.


so here's the Friday youtube videos! :)

the best part was the "Honey, pass the salt."

I just bought a cherry chapstick.

you are so welcome.

I...

deleted my facebook.

pulled my hamstring interpretive dancing.

have had weird dreams recently.

and have been breaking out all over my poor face.

let's address the first issue at hand, facebook. I loved facebook as much as anyone, but I found myself spending WAY too much time on the Book and Pinterest. Lots and lots and lots of time. So I decided to change that. and my facebook is gone now. Which has been THE best decision of my life. Not joking. Yesterday, I came home from Student Gov made dinner, cleaned the living room, TV room, kitchen AND the Dinning room and did my homework all before Ma got home from work.

Yeah, best daughter ever award goes to me.

but this no facebook thing also sucks. My pageviews have gone waaaaay down. Like, from about 100 a day to 25. So your job is to keep reading! I'll send texts to all who want them! And I'm making my brother post this on his facebook so everyone will see! But don't stop reading! The web address is emmieisaredhead.blogspot.com  or it might be @blogspot. I don't remember.

DON'T STOP READING!!!

and the pulled muscle speaks for itself.

and so have the weird dreams.

and so have the zits.

happy Thursday!!!

I have red rainboots, just like this piggy. except mine are sparkly. and I thought this was cute, so ta da!

S.A.D.

single. awareness. day.

otherwise known as Valentine's day.

please, gag me with a fork.

I'm single, and I'm aware. I'm not crying in my pillow about not having a guy. Not at all. I'm kind of dancing around because I don't have a boyfriend. not now, not for a loooooooong time. (I say I'll be thirty before I date)

as most of you know, my viewpoint on boys and love is closed minded. sure, i like guys, but that doesn't matter in Jr. High. Most (cough dumb cough) Jr. High girls are always in "love". no, you're not. you are in infatuation. which means a deep interest. or obsessive. yeah, i went there.

anyway, not to stray from the point, Valentine's day is always a downer for me. Watching girls get depressed from not getting a stupid candy heart from that "special boy". Watching guys blow all their money on that "special girl" that they'll lose interest in in a few weeks. it's all worthless.

And another reason I dislike this day: I'd rather have someone give me flowers, or something stupid, on an unexpected day. not a day that is planned (although, I guess it was planned because no boy can forget S.A.D. like they forget birthdays or anything else)

I'm sorry if I'm so negative, and if you love today, then by all means, enjoy it! But S.A.D. just rubs me the wrong way most of the time. 

So I'm celebrating today by eating junk and not feeling bad about it, getting corny cards from my friends (and giving out Star Wars ones. yeahhhh) and playing with my little sister. Not too bad, I will say.

For Annie.

Annie is bored, so I shall blog just for her. 

So this is an ode to Annie.

The deal is this: we've been friends since general music in seventh grade. And then eighth grade we were attached to each other. And ninth grade we're still goin' strong. And I hope we go strong till we're 100 years old!  And even longer!

Annie does weird things with me. She comes up with weird ideas. She's the only one who won't judge you by what you want to do. I'd rather play dress up with her than go to a party any day. I've done all my weirdest things with her so far. I always love when I hang out with her, whether we're talking or doing something fun/strange. 

Annie is also one of the only people who doesn't judge me for my decisions. I can talk and talk to her and she'll just listen. And her advice is off the hizzle! (that means it's really really good). And she is honest. I love her honesty and her listening skills. She has a special talent to make you feel important when you talk to her. I could talk to her for hours and hours.

and now.. the list of the weird things (that I can remember right now) we've done.

finger/toe painting with chocolate pudding

multiple dress up days

STAR WARS

Harry Potter related things

making a comb out of toothpicks and a ruler

Mr. Rollins' classes. enough said.

black lipstick

pizzas

Truth or dare at Smith's for four hours

BRAVES GAMES!!!

facebook videos...

Clarence the Hippy

multiple trips to the DI.

crying in corners

Julian Smith/youtube

TANGLED BACKWARDS!!!!!

taking pictures with random objects

Midway!

SNLs

Bowling. Ezra. Jamala.

ice skating for five minutes

pillow pets

carpe diem. carpe diem. CARPE DIEM.

chisexy.

old journals

Hurricane Tube thingy at Desi's party

Sledding with Mark and Jens in seventh grade.

CANNON HAND LINCOLN!!!!

that time you made me drink sweetener.

fingernail polish face paint

(most of these turned into inside jokes, so don't feel bad if you don't understand)

i love annie more than all the stars in the sky x100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

yeah. that's a lot.

Clarance the Hippy

MIDWAY!!!

cool. DI. yeahhh.

braves games.

Star Wars.

FAIL.





and many, many more to come:)
 

officer-dom. dom dom dom.

please enjoy the following pictures taken by Ken Ken's mama. They are very entertaining and enjoyable:)

we enjoy each other:)

Mr. King's idea. What a champ.

we love each other.

we also love flying.

these kids make my day. everyday.

why are we so dang cute?

this might be a good time to mention how much I adore and love these officers. Seriously, they make my life just a million times better. I've already blogged about this, but really. they are my school family. We all yell at each other, get annoyed at each other but we love each other lots. And they are the sole reason that ninth grade is the best year of my life. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

you are welcome

So... I know that my honors friends are all scrambling to finish science fair tonight:) so... here are some pictures and stories that shalt ease your stress.

just the best cat picture I've ever seen.

can i be him right now?!

looks better this way...

actually laughed for five minutes straight

wait... what?

i tried it. it works

pee my pants right now.

and now my funny story:

today, Kaysville Jr. came to Millcreek. Well, they hate us because we beat them at Volleyball in the last minute by two points. And they are extremely competitive. I wish I had taken a picture of their officers when they were yelling, because it was priceless. so anyway, we were loosing, but our student section (BASS is what it's called i think?) were pissing them off. this one kid was so mad, and it was so great to watch. if he hadn't reacted the way he did, they would've left him alone. but he was freaking out and screaming. eventually, one of their coaches talked to him and calmed him down, but it was so great.

we lost, but it was the best to just make them mad.

why I'm "different"

it's not a secret that I'm not dismally average. I'm rather colorful and have a fun life. But, today it dawned on me that I'm not even CLOSE to being this disgusting word called "normal"

reasons?

those romantic pictures on pinterest make me want to puke. really. they disgust me. especially the little kids ones. and the cuddly romantic cozy ones. bleh. because no guy is ever going to do that. "Oh dearest darling, let us go run to the beach and frolick through flowers, and then we'll make a fort." no. And I'm not going to waste my valuable daydreams about boys or romantic things like that. no way.

today, in Sunday School, I drew a picture of a person in a wheelchair singing the backin' up song. it's kind of a bad song, so i don't recommend you looking it up. although it is rather catchy. "I'm backin up, backin up, backin up, backin up. Cause my daddy, he taught me good."

I contemplated making a mustache for my phone case.

I had a dream my daddy was a murder. when I told him this, he said: "No more TV for you."

I make my friends chew gum for me for science. 

okay, now that I'm thinking about it, I have a totally closed mind to romantics. I hate romantic comedies (except to laugh at them. I laughed at the Notebook. really? they die together? how romantic). I hate Jr. High boys. (sorry if you are one, but most of you guys are really retarded. if you're not, then good. i probably am friends with you!). Boys just aren't worth it at all. I've decided that I'm not getting married, adopting an African baby (maybe two) and having fourteen cats. 

just kidding. I'll get married to some goofy guy who is spazzier than i am (is that POSSIBLE?) and having a big family with crazy children and we will have fun and eat cake for breakfast. No cats allowed.

YEP!

my thoughts on romantic subjects

 

please tell me this sickens you a little bit.