Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Noah and the Whale

I promise I'll blog about Coachella soon. The thought of it is just overwhelming. But for now, here is a song by Noah and the Whale. .  .they were a favorite of the weekend. 
Please pay close attention to the bold part. My inner cynic loves it. And it's basically the story of my life.

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Last night, I had a dream
We were inseparably entwined
Like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine
Held together, holding each other
With no one else in mind
Like two atoms in a molecule
Inseparably combined

But then I woke from the dream
To realize I was alone
A tragic event, I must admit
But let's not be overblown
I'm gonna try to ride a love song
Just a sad, pathetic moan
And maybe I just need change
Maybe I just need a new cologne

But now I look at love
Like being stabbed in the heart
You torture each other from day to day
And then one day you part
Most of the time it's misery
But there's some joy at the start
And for that, I'd say it's worth it
Just as you play the shortest sharp on me

And if love is just a game
Then how come it's no fun?
If love is just a game
How come I've never won?
I guess maybe it's possible I might be playing it wrong
And that's why every time I roll the dice
I always come undone 

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Quote of the day

"Whatever you are, be a good one." 
 Abraham Lincoln

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Freaking Coachella

I went shopping today and spent a million billion dollars. 

You know. . . on tax day. . . to help the economic crisis. 

Don't worry though, I drank tea in protest. 

Anyway, I'm leaving bright and early tomorrow for the Coachella art and music festival in Indio, CA. 

It's going to be amazing. 

I will update my Twitter all weekend if you would like to follow. 

I'll probably be back on here Monday (maybe Sunday night. . . but not likely)

Be productive.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

We're gonna party. . .


I hope you have a wonderful day. 

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

April 15th

What is the difference between a taxidermist and a tax collector? The taxidermist takes only your 
Mark Twain

That's right, he went there.


I had a traumatic day at the gym yesterday. 

I was really bad about going last week, and Easter happened. . need I say more? 

So I went yesterday determined to really make it count. 

I got there at 10, and ER was on, and it had George Clooney! I was so happy. 

So I started watching it and it was totally keeping my attention, and I didn't even notice the fact that I was running at a ridiculous incline, and was kinda feeling like I wanted to die. 

Seriously though, the next time I get out of shape, please remind me of how much it sucks to get back into shape. 

Anyway, I was watching the show, and quickly realized that this was not going to work out. I knew the outcome of every story line. 

Oh my goodness, will medical student Carter choose surgery or emergency care? Emergency. Dr. Ross is such a womanizer, and Nurse Hathaway hates him. .  but there is an odd chemistry. . will something happen between them? Like she will become pregnant with twins, but he will leave and then she goes and moves with him and they raise their children and live happily ever after? Maybe. Dr. Mark Green, will he get residency? Yes, and then he will die. 

It was ridiculous. 

So I couldn't run for an hour like I planned. 35 minutes was all I could take. 

It was traumatic. 

Has everyone really wasted that much time?

Today Badly Done Emily has reached 10,000 page views since I put the counter on at the end of December. 

Thanks mom. 

Without you I'd still be in the 1,000 range.

"There is some warm bread in the oven for you"

So I got to work yesterday, and my co-worker looks at me and is like, "I assume you've seen this since you've already worked". 

And I was like. .. "what?" 

"You're evaluation. You got a secret shopper." 

Ugghhhhhhh. I wanted to die. 

BUT. Then I looked at it annnnndddd. . . 


I'm not really sure how this happened because that would require me telling them the special which never happens, and I would have to say, "there is WARM bread in the oven for you". 

How creepy is that? I hate saying that. Warm bread? Why would I say that?

Only one other person in the restaurant has gotten a perfect score.

So if you are looking for some good service. . . come to me. . . apparently. 

Monday, April 13, 2009

Chris Sligh

You're not in my family, or a member of the Beatles. 

This is a rare occasion. 

But I figure I could wish you happy birthday anyway, and tell people to vote for you. 

Thanks for making me obsessive about American Idol. It's ruined my life. 


I had a photo shoot today. 

It was supposed to be happy and full of sparkle. 

This never happens. 

I'm too creepy. 

Quote of the day

Finally. Someone who understands my love of quotations. 

"I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself."

Marlene Dietrich

Sunday, April 12, 2009

He is risen indeed.

Happy Easter everyone! 

 But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men stood by them in dazzling apparel. And as they were frightened and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, "Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men and be crucified and on the third day rise." And they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb they told all these things to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene and Joanna and Mary the mother of James and the other women with them who told these things to the apostles, but these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. But Peter rose and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; and he went home marveling at what had happened.
Luke 24:1-12

Quote of the day

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Art of the day

How cool is this? 

It's called The Artist's Wife, and it's by Egon Schiele 

Friday, April 10, 2009

Away We Go

I must see this.

The day it comes out .

Good Friday

And it was about the sixth hour, and there was a darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour.

And the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was rent in the midst.

And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit: and having said thus, he gave up the ghost.

Now when the centurion saw what was done, he glorified God, saying, Certainly this was a righteous man.

Luke 23:44-47

The man with a thousand voices talking perfectly loud

Worst day in history. 


April 10th 1970

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Oh my goodness. . .

I am officially on spring break. 

And on Thursday I ate through. . .

Soooo, I eat ridiculous amounts of fruits and vegetables. 

I mean, I just love them. 

I had apples in my oatmeal this morning. 

Lettuce in my sandwich (does that count? Maybe that doesn't count). 

Brussels sprouts, zucchini, asparagus, sun dried tomato, and spinach for dinner (with whole wheat pasta. . one of my other loves). 

I got home and ate an apple. 

And a beet. 

And now I'm eating carrots. 

I just. . . love it all. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I have such plans.

So we all know that I have a little obsession with circuses, right? 

Well I do, and I kinda had to tone it down when Britney Spears came out with her Circus album, because then I felt stupid. 

But I think that is far enough behind us that my love for the Circus and flourish again. 

I have been inspired to have a photo shoot. . .with myself. . . because Maria decided to live 10 hours away from me. I'm not bitter though. 

Anyway, it's going to be circus themed. 

There will be glitter. . on my face. It's going to be wonderful. 

Spring break! Yay! Almost here! I need to go write my essay. . . 

Remember that one time when I said my mom was like my best friend. . .well she is. .

I am going to try and say this and not sound full of myself. 

Because I'm really not. 

But I need to tell this story. 

My mom and I went to Trader Joe's on the way home, and there is this guy who always talks to me when we go there. Actually, there are a lot of guys who talk to me when we go there. I love them, and they make me laugh. Anyway, we get in the car and I'm laughing because the guy opened a whole new line for us and stuff, and was telling us about his band, etc. 

My mom apparently doesn't understand why this guy is always so nice to me because she says. . . 

"You know, I really don't get why you get hit on all the time, because. . like. . well, I shouldn't say this because I'm your mom. . . but it's not like you are THAT gorgeous." 

Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha. I laughed so hard. For such along time. 

That's my mom for you. 

Building my self esteem one Trader Joe's visit at a time. 

And no one is allowed to comment and try to tell me that my mom was wrong. . .because that is not the point of this post. 

Bless my homeland forever

I would take Christopher Plummer over Brad Pitt any day. 

Well, I would take a lot of people over Brad Pitt. . . but that is beside the point. 

Say it ain't so.

I had a bad dream last night. 

I never have bad dreams. 

This was horrible. 

Every Easter we have this amazing and delicious Jello salad stuff that looks kinda like the picture above. 

It is my favorite. 

I could eat that everyday for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy. 

Not even kidding. 

I dreamt that we forgot to have Jello salad. . . and I didn't realize it until after we ate our delicious Easter lunch/dinner thing. 

It was horrible. 

BUT, I get to eat Jello salad in 4 days. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I put all my American Idol chatter stuff on here:

The harsh reality. . .

"If you can count your money, you don't have a billion dollars."
-J. Paul Getty 

Dang it. 

People are idiots.

So yesterday at work there was a horrible mispronunciation. 

I usually just let these things go because we have complicated sounding things on our menu (like conchiglie. . . no one should know how to say that).

Yesterday though. . . there was such an error that I can't just let it go.

We have a dish called Gemelli. Which. . . if I 
ate meat or cream sauce,
it would probably be amazing. So everyone 
should come try it.

Anyway, this guy ordered it, and pronounced
it Gramelli.

I don't even know how he did that.

There isn't an "r" in it.

Or an "a".

Really? Gramelli?


I hope he never lives that down. . . in his own mind.

Monday, April 6, 2009

I've been up for 5 hours already

I have a new favorite thing to do. 

I woke up at 5 this morning. 

It was hard getting myself up, but once I was out of bed. . .it was amazing. 

I went to the gym for an hour, came home, had a nice leisurely breakfast, got ready and took my time. . and I got to school on time too. 

I think this could  be a normal occurrence for me. 

I love waking up early. 

This could turn out badly


I have an Anthropology lab test today. 

It's an open note test. 

I was going to add stuff to my notes during my Administration of Justice class (because it's a joke)

But I grabbed the wrong binder. 


Sunday, April 5, 2009

Quote of the day

The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.

How is it that I love everything he said? 

Are you kidding me?

Oh my goodness. 



Do you see the amazing that is this belt buckle? 

It's Han Solo's blaster. 

I think I need it. 

I can't keep it in

*Ahem* Another song that I'm obsessed with right now.

Who doesn't love Cat Stevens?

If you don't love him you need to leave.

Thhhiiissssss sssoooonnngggggg iiiiissss aaaaammmmmaaaazzzziiinnngggggggggg.


Ack! I'm sorry! I have not be entertaining you with my mundane life. 

Soon. Soon I'll be back and kicking. 

Maybe tomorrow. 

Saturday, April 4, 2009


I'll post about today later. 

It was a really great day. 

Something you should know right now though. . . we had a really attractive waiter at dinner tonight. 

I think we are in love. 

. . . . not really. . . .I just like saying that. . . .

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

You got growing up to do

I'm slightly obsessed with this song right now.

I'm learning it on my banjo.

Has anyone ever tired to play an Fmaj7 chord on a banjo? Not so easy. . .

Quote of the day

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.
-Mark Twain