Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Zoo

During Thanksgiving weekend, my dad, Jenni, Jason and I went to the zoo and had a jolly good time.



I'm done!!!

I'm done with my first semester at ASU! Yeah yeah yeah! I survived (with all A's! woot woot)! And I have a new apartment close to school with some fun girls!



It's Christmas!! In just a few shorts day Jason and I will be on our way to Cali to see my family and their new house! Hurray! I can't wait!



Merry Christmas everyone! I love you all dearly!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Memories...

I've been tagged! So here goes, my highschool memories.

1.Did you date someone from your school? Nope!
2. What kind of car did you drive? My family's white camry, twas a good car
3. Did you pass your driver's license test on the first try? I did driver's ed with Estrada. I was only scheduled for 3 days of driving but he thought I needed an extra one...yeah, I wasn't so good
4. Were you a party animal? I was social and had fun, if that counts
5. Were you considered a flirt? Nah
6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Choir for 3 1/2 years, only camerata though cause I never cared to dance like show choir did
7. Were you a nerd? I disagree with Katie on HP making us nerds...psh, we were just cool and everyone else was jealous
8. Were you on any varsity teams? No way!
9. Did you get suspended/expelled? Not me and my goodie two shoes
10. Can you still sing the fight song? It took me a minute to remember but I think I remember it all. I miss hearing that at the football games with the band playing and the crowd singing, there's just something about that that can never be replicated
11. Who were your favorite teachers? Ms. Calloway, Mr. Mullenaux, Mr. Morales
12. Where did you sit during lunch? the COOL table, duh!
13. What is your schools full name? Thatcher High School
14. School mascot and colors? Green and white eagles
15. Did you go to Homecoming and who with? Junior year- Bryan Bryce, Senior year - Chris Udall
16. Did you go to Prom and who with? Senior year - Karl Perkins
17. If you could go back and do it again, would you? I never want to go backwards... it's what it is, in the past. I had some great times though and made some friends that will last a lifetime
18. What do you remember most about graduation? Not being very sad, losing my NHS banner, and having fun staying up all night afterwards
19. Where did you go senior skip day? Sun Splash and the mall
20. Were you in any clubs? of course! FBLA was my fav. Also, NHS, Interact, S.A.D.D., Spirit Club
21. Have you gained some weight since then? I did, I lost it all this semester though from all the stress :(
22. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? Heck yes! I'm so excited!
23. Did you have a job while in high school? no...I don't know how I got that lucky







Friday, December 12, 2008

Almost there...

I have two finals left for Monday, and then I'm DONE with my first semester at ASU. I can hardly believe it! The best news I have is that I got an A in my studio class!!!!!! I was so very excited! They give you your only grade for the whole semester at your final so it's very scary because it all depends on that one grade... a few girls cried and the boys were making bets as to how many people would crap their pants. I've learned a lot this semester, so I decided to make a list (I'm addicted to lists, they're one of my favorite things ever!)

What I learned at ASU during the fall 2008 semester:
  • God is good! Jason and I are reading the book, Purpose Driven Life together and we've learned so much about what's really important in life. God has been very faithful to me in helping me get through this challenging semester, I'm so blessed!
  • Long distance relationships ARE possible
  • Long distance relationships are HARD (but worth it)
  • I can work harder than I ever thought I could
  • EAC is a bit of a joke... it's like high school 2.0
  • Any design major is EXPENSIVE. We have to buy all our own supplies and pay for all the printing ($$$$)
  • Design majors don't sleep much, especially towards the end of the semester
  • Parking at ASU sucks!
  • Having no money to buy new clothes is very very sad
  • There is an art to standing while riding the Orbit bus, which unfortunately I have not quite mastered yet. But most important rule: HOLD ON. I've seen several people fall after a big jolt from the bus (which is actually rather entertaining, as long as it's not me). It's kind of like riding a horse, you have to go with the bus, not against it
  • Bus conversations are the best (and also, people who ride the bus are very commonly crazy)
  • I am black (thank you random lady waiting for the bus)
  • A good roommate is most importantly one who has a job (and thus can actually pay rent)
  • Don't let your friends drink Denny's hot chocolate late at night. They will make fun of you without ceasing (you know who you are)
  • Don't ask questions when your roommates stay home from work (you may just get an answer that you REALLY didn't want to know about)
  • Thanksgiving dinner is a piece of cake when you have two awesome guys to help you out
  • Being able to see the stars at night is a luxury, so if be thankful if you can
  • Mobile-2-mobile is AWESOME (especially when you average 3000 minutes a month - eep!)
  • My momma is awesome! Of course I already knew this, but I relearn it all the time. She knows exactly what to say when I am down or discouraged
  • I think my dad and I are now officially regulars at Best Western continental breakfast ( I recommend the biscuits and gravy, yum!)
  • Salvador Dali was an odd, odd man
  • Melting a peppermint stick in hot chocolate is wonderful
  • People will wear the most ridiculous outfits, just because they're trendy (most involve leggings or Ugg boots)
  • Write down your goals! It's amazing how much of an impact it can have
  • Fresh and Easy is hands down the best grocery store eva! I love love love it there
  • Going to a big campus is good and bad. Good because you get a lot of exercise; bad if you need to be somewhere fast or are carrying heavy and/or bulky art supplies
  • ASU does not enroll fat people (or maybe they just lose all their weight in a matter of weeks from all the walking - regardless, you will not see a fat person on campus)
  • ASU students do not sweat. I am the exception.
  • I have way too much stuff (apparent every time I move)
  • I need to workout...which means I need to find the time to workout
  • Befriending a classmate 15 years older than you is the best thing for your education. They are far wiser and more learned than you, and will bestow upon you many, many helpful tips (plus you don't have to hear them complaining about hangovers all the time)

That's quite a list... but it truly has been a semester of learning and growing for me. Now it's time to take a break...and time for Christmas! Hurray!

Friday, November 21, 2008

I'm still alive

I'm sure all of my two faithful readers were worried about me and my poor neglected blog. But fear not, for I am still alive and blogging.

Life has been crazy. I never ever thought it could be this crazy. Will I look back on this in ten years and say, "hunny, you ain't seen nothin' yet!"? School is stretching me in ways I never thought I could be stretched. I never worked so hard for something in my life. The program is SO demanding. They seriously want us to live graphic design and nothing else. I seriously feel like I'm trying to get into med school.

I have my final review in my studio class on December 8th. It's a big day for me and it's what we've been working for this whole semester. It can make or break you so I really want to do my best. Basically we bring all our projects to class and present them to our professor in a one-on-one interview so he can critique our work. It's pretty intimidating.

Jason just got oral surgery today. His bones have stopped growing but he needs a palette expander befor he gets braces so they had to go in and cut the bone on the roof of his mouth so it can spread apart. He was completely fearless going into his surgery (probably too much so, he actually thought he could drive himself home before surgery! I told him no way after you've been drugged up like that). I think I was more nervous than he was. But the surgery went smoothly, praise God! (Thanks for your prayers Mom) He says he doesn't remember much of the first few hours after surgery but he was able to text me then. He had to go back and read what he wrote cause he couldn't remember. But he was a sweet drugged-up boy, asking me how my day was in his first text post-surgery. Then he kept sending text messages telling me he loved me. It's nice to know he still loves me when he's not really conscious. Now I just hope that he'll be able to eat most of the Thanksgiving dinner I cook in a week.

That's right. I'm cooking Thanksgiving dinner for my dad, Jason, and myself. My mom and Jimmy couldn't make it in time :( so we're making due without them (while missing them like crazy!). I just hope everything will taste good! Wish me luck! (Jason did promise to help. And I'm planning on putting my dad to work peeling potatoes and such like that)

Have an awesome Thanksgiving everyone! It's almost Christmas!!!!! Holy moly! Where did 2008 go?

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Tagged

THE RULES: You have to post the 4th picture in the 4th folder in your pictures folder. Then give a brief description before you tag a few others. So here it goes!


This was from September of 2006. Amy wanted to take some pictures with the pumpkins at Safeway so I happily joined her. Her brother Mike was taking the pictures for us, and a black bug started crawling on him and he screamed like a girl. Good times.

I tag Amy and Lyndee (cause Jenni tagged her but she didn't do it)

My Life is Ridiculous

I had a very interesting day on Wednesday and when I was at work (with nothing to do but yucky homework) I decided to start writing everything down. I wrote down much more than I had planned on initially, but I'm into details so I shouldn't have been surprised.
I'm not sure if anyone actually wants to read it, but it was fun to write so I might as well post it. Consider yourself lucky, because the story does in fact contain some embarrassing details. Ah well, life is teaching me to laugh at myself, you all might as well be able to laugh at me also. :)

My Life is Ridiculous
By Emily Martin

My scalp had been itching for few days. Every now and then, I would give it a good scratch and boy, did it feel good. I talked to my boyfriend, Jason, about it on the phone on my fourth night of itchy symptoms and we were joking that it was lice. Then it slowly dawned on me, what if it is lice? I mean, I ride a public bus that transports homeless people. I don’t think you can be that much more at risk than that.

The next morning I rolled out of bed and scratched my itching head. As I sat on the bench waiting for the bus to come, I felt the itches tingling on my skin. Teasing me, taunting me to scratch. I folded my arms and refused to give in. If I stopped scratching, it would go away, right? On the bus ride to school, I began texting chacha (you just text them a question and they’ll text you back the answer): “How do I know if I…” I paused, erased that and began again: “How would someone know if they have lice?”

When my phone lit up with a response, I opened my phone, holding it protectively against my chest and shielding the screen with my hand from any wandering eyes of my fellow bus riders. The response: “Head lice is characterized by an itchy scalp, particularly in the areas above the neck and behind the ears.” All senses went to those areas on my head, daring them to itch.

By the time I made it to my seat in math class, I had already decided the face I would make when at the doctor’s office asking to get checked for lice (sad, slightly embarrassed, but with a dash of confidence to show I deserve respect even though I might have nasty little bugs crawling around in my hair) and who I would inform that I had lice (well, there’s Jenni cause I slept in her room this weekend…and should I tell the people at work? We do share office chairs. But how can I ever tell them and retain my dignity?).

I texted Jason and told him I was scared I really had it. I knew he was sleeping so I had to send him another text asking how he could possibly be sleeping at a time like this. His response half an hour later was disappointingly unsympathetic: “So what if you do. Just have someone check for it.” I gritted my teeth and made my decision. I’m going to get checked after class.

After an hour long lesson on statistics, which I spent trying as innocuously as possible to scratch my head while praying no one was counting my scratches, I wandered over to a campus map and found the Health Services building. I walked into the building and took a number, and when my number was called, I seated myself before a lady named Gloria. She asked me the reason for my visit and I learned forward in chair towards her and asked as quietly as possible, “Do you check for lice here?” She said she could probably send me to Urgent Care so she began taking down my information.

I found myself in another waiting room, and then a friendly nurse came and did my diagnostics (weight, temperature, and a soothing smile). She put me in a three-walled room, and pulled a curtain across the opening. As she did, it became apparent to me that while no one can see you behind the curtain, they sure can hear you with only a sheet of fabric hiding your shame. How’s that for privacy?

A pear-shaped lady with brown paisley pants and a bad haircut entered through the curtain. She introduced herself as Dorothy Trimmer, a nurse practitioner, and began asking me questions about my itchy scalp. She vaguely reminded me of Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter. Then she proceeded to ask me if I had a runny nose, sore throat, or cough. My nose has been a little stuffy but that’s all. “You know, it could be mono. The virus can make your skin itchy like that. And you know, wouldn’t you rather have mono than lice?” she said with a chortle and looked to me, waiting for a laugh or smile in return. All I could provide her with was a puzzled face because why would you even joke about something like that? The only girl I knew with mono was in bed for a month! She asked me if I ever shared drinks with anyone, and I gave the weak reply of, “er, sometimes?” She informed me that mono could be passed by sharing drinks like that. Now, wait a minute, isn’t mono the kissing disease? Do I not look kissable, so Dorothy had to think of some other source that had infected me? I mean, should I be offended by this?

She spent a few minutes prodding and poking my head in search of lice. She told me to look forward but then pushed my head down because apparently to her, looking forward is actually looking down. She couldn’t find any little buggers, so she proposed scraping some of my flakes off and looking at them under a microscope.

When she came back from her adventure under the lens, she told me she didn’t find any head lice at all. Relief. She asked me if I wanted to get tested for mono. Okay, she’s the professional here, shouldn’t she be advising me on what to do? I asked with a hint of bewilderment, “Well, what do you think I should do?” She still didn’t give me much direction, so I said let’s just go for it.

I was led to the lab where they proceeded to take my blood. The lady was very pleased with my nice vein and complimented me on a job well done after she had filled a vile with my blood. Cause I was definitely the one doing all the work there. They told me my test wouldn’t be done for another hour or so, but Dorothy told me she would call with the results.

I exited the building and called my mom. As I was explaining everything, she was shocked that I had to be tested for mono. I then told her all the reasons why I didn’t think I had it, including the fact that I didn’t feel sick, no fever, no apparent cold symptoms other than slightly swollen glands, and really, who would have given it to me? My mom was in agreement with me. As we did our usual chatting, Ms. Trimmer beeped in. When I answered, she informed me that I did indeed have mononucleosis and that I could come after class and talk to her about it. I hung up and felt the tears pooling in my eyes. What? Mono? Me? I went in for a lice test, for goodness sake! Now I have mono?!

I called my mom and tearfully told her my test came back positive. She replied with a “wow.” “Yeah,” I said. She let me cry and then calmly told me that I will be fine and it’s good that I found out early so I start being treated and we can, as she put it, “whoop this thing.” It was slightly embarrassing to hear my mom use such a phrase, but her efforts at calming me were successful.

After ending my call with her, I texted Jason and told him I had mono. His response: “How did you get mono?” I replied that his guess was as good as mine. After class, he texted me and told me he was going to get tested too. This all felt too familiar, like I was in an HIV/AIDS awareness video that they show in high school. All that was missing was some bad acting and clothes straight out of the 80s. My life was getting way too dramatic here.

When I returned to see my friend Dorothy, she gave me a printout of my blood test results and a brochure that said, “So, You Have Mono” and then below it, “Taking the Next Step” with sepia pictures of a guy at the beach and some college students standing and smiling at each other. How’s that for cheesy? Dorothy was preoccupied by another patient so she left me for a minute by myself. I began scanning the flyer and saw, “Once the virus progresses, the patient may get a sore throat. Possibly the worst they’ve ever had.” I immediately was reminded of my sore throat from hell three months back when I still lived in Thatcher.

The nurse came back so I told her about my sore throat and asked her if that was mono. She couldn’t give me a positive answer but said it may have well been. She then began informing me of what I can and can’t do which included: No alcohol for a month, no physical activities (so no karate, she told me), no contact sports (so no flag football), drink lots of water, eat healthy, get plenty of sleep, and, Dorothy concluded with a smile, always wear your seatbelt. Now, isn't that a bit of a stretch of her influence there? Sure, telling someone to wear a seatbelt is a noble deed, but how does that relate to my health condition?

I was relieved that I didn’t seem to have a bad case of mono, and if my sore throat was in fact mono, then I am far past the worst of it. I left the building shaking my head. I mean, I started my day fearing I had a case of head lice, to be told instead that I had mono. What an interesting turn of events that makes for! I must say, although I wish I never had to be sick or subject myself to doctor’s visits, this was quite an amusing occurrence for me. In the future, I know I will look back fondly on my time spent with an itchy scalp and a lady named Dorothy. Maybe when I’m all better, the two of us can do some karate together.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Everything

This video makes me cry every time I watch it. It's such an awesome reminder of how beautiful God's love is for us. Life is full of hardships and I find that when I am having trouble or struggling, I try to fix things myself and end up with a big mess. And yet, God is so willingly to fight our battles for us, if only we submit to him! He doesn't want me to do it all myself, he longs to help me and guide me.

Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”

Matthew 11:28-30 (NLT)

The Joys of Evesdropping

Being on campus with so many people creates many opporunties to observe the craziness of the human race. I love it.

Yesterday, I passed a girl on the phone. Her conversation goes as follows:

"Yeah, you looked high in that picture."

"Yeah, you looked really cracked out in that picture."

"Oh wait, did I just offend you?"

Heh.

An awesome black lady started talking to me when waiting for the bus one day. She asked about my curly hair and then said, "You know, because of your curly hair and dark eyes, that means that somewhere along the lines your ancesters mixed with someone dark. So, you black!"

I wanted to shake her hand and thank her. She could not have made my day ANY better.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Thatcher reunion

I'm posting these late but my blog needs some more pictures cause I'm sure everyone's sick of all my posts with just boring words and letters and stuff...






Two weekends ago, a group of Thatcher people came up to the big city to visit and see a d-backs game. Jason, Kali, Jenni, and Jessica all joined us and we had a good ol time together. Sure, we only made it to an inning and a half of the game, but we had a jolly good time and we even got to take pictures with the streaker who ran across the field inbetween the 8th and 9th innings. It was so good to see my old friends! I love them all so much!
The picture below is when Jason took me ice skating. Not a good picture to show the ice skating aspect but we didn't remember to take a picture until the rink was closed and we took our skates off. It was fun though - I've never seen someone look so completely off balance and yet still remain on his feet the whole time. Jason's arms were waving everywhere and I feared for both of our lives several times that night, but we had fun skating. All the 13 year olds put us to shame with their skating skills but we caught on.

As of now, Jason is 3 for 3 in surprising me each time he comes to visit. I don't know how he does it, and why he CONTINUES to do it! I told him my heart can't take it when he sneaks up and surprises me with his presence, and that was the FIRST time he came to visit. But really, I have no room to complain because I get to see him and spend time with him. One of these days I'll get him back and surprise him with a visit. With my luck, he'll have decided to surprise me again so we'll both surprise each other by being in opposite towns!

The Life of a Square

My life revolves around a four-sided polygon. I'm sure you have been dying to know what I'm doing with my time... so here it is:




I'm pretty sure the only skill they are trying to teach us in my graphic design studio class is the art of repitition. For the last 3 weeks, my life has consisted of drawing squares, coloring squares with markers, painting squares, cutting squares... The bottom of the three pictures is what I have spent the majority of my time on. I can't even count the hours I've spent perfecting those little 20 cm squares...there is no margin for error when we turn these in and it's a lot harder than it looks. I'll spare you the messy details, but so far I have learned to have a lot of patience as the only way to get these bloody things perfect is to do it over and OVER again.

It's rather pathetic... my roommates just shake their head everytime they come home and see me working on these. Sylvia probably says at least daily, "All you ever do is squares! Just squares and more squares!"

I was having a hard time in this studio class though because everything was so new to me and I seriously felt like a fish out of water. I was discouraged after every class because I felt like I could never get this right, but praise God, I had my first good class this Wednesday. My hard work finally paid off when I did my homework of 10 sketches (which took me a minimum of oh, four hours. I wanted to laugh in my professor's face when he said they're "just sketches" and it should be "quick") and went to class to discover only about 3 out of 24 students had done all 10 sketches. My professor lectured the whole class on not doing the required work, so it felt good to be on top for once. Then when looking over my sketches, he complimented me on my good work and the variety of sketches I made. I was so happy!

I'm getting into the groove of things here at ASU and enjoying myself more as I get to know my classmates (I have an awesome friend named Jillian who's from Canada and has been the greatest help to me, EVER!) and the way the program works. The huge campus seems smaller when I can pick out familiar faces and find my way around campus with ease. Plus, I'm getting quite a bit of exercise walking everywhere. Yeah! So things are looking up! :)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

It's a hard-knock life

...for me. I'm into my third day of ASU and it's overwhelming. I knew the first week would be hard, but in other ways than I had expected. Getting to school is more complicated than I would like but I'm learning to deal with it. I drive 5-10 minutes to my friend and coworker Lacie's apartment in Tempe, then load the free city Orbit bus (after sometimes waiting 5-15 minutes) which takes me to campus in about 10 minutes. From there I walk to my class which can take anywhere from 2 to 10 minutes depending on where my class is. I don't want to complain about this because I am avoiding spending $300 on a parking ticket and using less gas for my car but still...it's hard to plan around traffic and the bus route and still make it to class on time.
Oh, and did I mention it's hot here??? It's HOT. Walking around campus in 110 degree weather is not something I would recommend. I have sweated more in the past few weeks than I have in my entire life. It's gross. I can't wait for the cooler (er, at least as cool as it gets here) winter months.
There is also the looming threat of not even getting into my major. There is about 250 pre-graphic design majors vying for 44 spots. Only 44 of us will get into the program. I have less than a 20% chance. Graphic design is what I love and what I want to study, but that's a lot pressure and competition to deal with. I just want to do my best and then hope and pray that it's enough. I am constantly humbled at my complete innability to survive ASU if I didn't have God on my side. There have already been some bumps in the road as I begin my ASU journey, and I know there are plenty of bumps and dips and detours up ahead, but I know that God will always be there for me, whether it be giving me the stamina to do well on a test or for comfort when I mess something up. God is good and no matter what happens in the future, I know that He has a plan for me and everything will work out for His purpose.
So here I go... just like the little engine that could. "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!"

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Sunflowers

I'm just missing CMI and the graphic design I did there so here's a lil somethin I made

The last days of summer...sigh

Does anyone want to have an end of summer party with me? Eat some watermelon and have seed-spitting contests, swing on the tire swing til we get dizzy, pick some daisies and make crowns to put in our hair, sit on the porch at dusk and listen to the crickets chirp as the sun goes down....
Ok, so maybe those are the more unrealistic summer activites that I just wish I had been doing all summer, but still! Do I really have to go back to school in 4 days? And oh, is it a scary school this time. I was walking around campus yesterday, dropping off my resume at a few offices, and wow did I ever feel small! SO many people, SO many cars, SO many huge buildings, SO many maps and directions that I don't quite understand, SO many reminders that I'm not in Thatcher anymore.
Good news though, I have been enjoying the valley the whole week I've been here. It's nice to have so many stores and places, so close. And even better news, I've avoided the mall thus far. I know right, can you believe it? I have been to Target about 3 times though...whoops. But really, I like my apartment a lot, mostly because it feels like a real house. My roommates have been nice and chill. I think it will be a good year. Of course I miss Jason like crazy...but this long distance thing isn't as bad as we imagined and thankfully he's only 2 1/2 hours away.
We went to church on Sunday to this place called Grace Community. They were doing a series on prayer and it was the last Sunday on the series so they told us they were going to do things a little differently and devote about half an hour to simply praying and spending time with God. So we prayed and sang some worship songs and it was awesome. The spirit was so strong in the building and when the prayer leader told us to start praying for the things we're thankful for, I was overwhelmed with how many blessings I have in my life. Yes, things are changing and yes, it's hard sometimes, but WOW has God given me so much in my life! It was a really humbling experience...how can I complain when there are so many blessings in my life!
So I'll end this post on the positive note...but really, anyone up for that party? I'll bring the watermelon!

Monday, August 11, 2008

How I love the Olympics!



I'm loving the Olympics! If it wasn't for the wonderful competition, I would be going stir crazy in this little hotel room with my parents.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Alpine, California... meet the Martins


Some big news in my life and my family's right now is that my dad just got a job in Alpine, CA as the district ranger...aka the head honcho of the office. He's pretty excited about it... of course my mom's feelings are more mixed because she's sad to move and leave all her new friends and garden behind, but we're all excited that now we'll only be about 5 hours away! Hallelujah! It's been a learning experience being so far away from my family and only getting to see them two or three times a year and learning other ways of communication, like phone and email. But God is good and he's bringing us closer together. It's so exciting to think of all the time that I can spend with them now, like 3 day weekends and Thanksgiving! And not only that, but now they're just a short way from an awesome mall (according to Lyndee, and boy would she know) and the BEACH! Hurray!!!!!!!

Ch-ch-ch-change

Well, Jenni yelled at me to write a new post cause she got sick of seeing HGTV... plus I'm sick of packing. So here I am... in the midst of moving. It's a big move for me this time, a whole 3 hours away. I've lived in Thatcher for 10 years now so I'm pretty attached to it. But I know that it is my time to move on to bigger and (hopefully) better things now that I've done my time at EA. I'm excited for ASU, but at the same time scared out of my mind. I've never lived in a big city and I don't think I'll be very good at it. Traffic scares me and I don't like the fast-paced lifestyle. I'm looking forward to meeting new people, but I already miss all of my friends like crazy. Even though some will be in the valley, it just won't ever be the same.
Although school is school, I'm excited that I'm finally in my major, and even better, it's something I love, so I'm looking forward to learning as much about graphic design as I can. It sucks that the program is 4 years so I'm basically starting over... but if I hadn't done 2 years at EA, I probably wouldn't have discovered how much I like graphic design. Thanks to working at CMI, I've been able to mix my love of computers with my artistic instincts. I've always been artistic, but I didn't really think it had any potential... I'm going to sound like such a nerd, but I absolutely love colors and fonts and arranging things to look appealing. It's so exciting to have found something I enjoy doing because for years I agonized over what to do, what to do. It's God's provision that I am where I am - many nights I prayed and prayed that he would lead me to the right major and that I could find something that meant more than just a classroom with a teacher and students... and praise God, he has opened the doors for me so I can pursue something I love.
CMI taught me so much. I will miss it like CRAZY! Not only did I learn a lot about graphic design, I learned how to work better with other people, share my ideas, and a lot about customer service. I learned confidence there - that I shouldn't be afraid to be good at something. I had my last day on Tuesday and it was hard. I made some many wonderful friends there - I will miss those people like crazy. And I had the best bosses, they were so chill and fun. Never again will I have a job like that... for my last day, they decorated the break room with ASU balloons and gave me an ASU started kit with a bunch of ASU memoribilia, and the best gift was a poster that Laura made. It had a cartoon girl's body holding a bunch of kites, with my head on top of the girl's body and everyone's picture inside the kites. It was so funny and it's a great way to remember everyone. Everyone was so sweet and I got choked up a few times when I first came in and then again at the end of the day when I counted down the drawer and then just stood there and looked around, taking everything in... I don't know if I can take any more goodbyes! It's all just so terribly sad!
Well I doubt that anyone has actually read this whole thing and I don't blame them! But it's been nice to mull over my current situation. Change is a'comin and there's no going back. I just gotta close my eyes.... and jump.

Monday, June 30, 2008

It's all HGTV's fault

I want this:



or this:

or this:
And I blame it all on the only channel we get at our apartment...




Don't get me wrong, having roommates is tons of fun... but I want my own room again, and a backyard, and a cute kitchen.... sigh. Needless to say, HGTV has not been helping!

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Which is which?


One night, Jenni and I were way too bored and sat on WalMart's floor for probably half an hour gazing at the numerous different colors of nail polish. Anytime I found a color I liked, Jenni would think it was ugly and vise versa, so we made a little wager. We would each pick out a color for the other person that the other person doesn't normally wear. So Jenni picked a dark brownish purple for me and I chose a fluorescent orangey-pink for her. We both hated the colors we were given, but now we've had time to adjust. Jenni has warmed up to her fun, summer toe nails, and I've gotten used to my nearly gothic, but still kinda cute, toenails. Special, huh?
So moral of the story, Jenni and me have way too much time on our hands.

Saying goodbye


The image above is just an illustration. I googled "wisdom tooth" and seriously regreted it as several gory pictures of blood and guaze and hands in rubber gloves flashed before my eyes. So Mom, in case you ever read my blog, the above picture is for you because I know you would never read my blog again if I used any of those pictures I saw. (my mom has this cool face that she makes whenever I mention anything gross about teeth - it involves scrunching up her face as tight as she can while still managing to make "ewwww yuck blehhhh" sounds; she's rather talented, ya know) Anywho, back to the point of this post - 06 days and counting till I get those dear wisdom teeth removed from my mouth. I didn't realize how fond of my teeth I was until I realized I had to get them out. Or maybe I'm not really fond of them at all, maybe I'm just not fond of surgery... regardless, I'm not looking forward to it. I've heard too many horror stories... so if I don't ever post again on this blog... you all know what happened to me.
So, here's to hoping I have enough wisdom saved up in my brain that when I get these little guys removed, I can still survive without 'em! Cheers!

My new favorite thing...



Meet the everything bagel. I was grocery shopping the other day and I decided on a whim to venture from my safe zone - plain bagels - and try something different. WOW are they good!! As much as I love my plain bagels with rasberry cream cheese (which has been a staple in my diet lately), the everything bagel is soo yummy and I'm so glad to have tried something new!

Friday, June 6, 2008

This one's for Lyndee

Since Lyndee was so adamant about me making a new post, I caved to the peer pressure... and now she's off to Australia and won't even be able to appreciate my blogging for 3 whole weeks!

Well I sure feel old these days... I go to WalMart and see all these older teenagers and wonder why I don't know them (it's a small town, you know pretty much everyone). Then I realize it's because they're probably still in high school, but I'm NOT anymore. Has it really been two years since I graduated? Did I really just finish two years of college?? I am OLD! Growing up is so weird... it seems to always surprise me when I realize how much I have grown up, and yet I still have a lot of growing up left (just ask Jenni - she gets quite flustered at how childish I am...or how childish she makes me act; it's all her fault of course). I've been reflecting a lot lately on my time in Thatcher, especially the last year. I know it is my time to go, but it's so sad to leave. I've met so many amazing people here and I've had the time of my life. The past year was the BEST...the craziest, hardest, most awesome and fun year of my life. I met some awesome new people and strenghthed many friendships I already had. I will miss how good we had it here.... it will never be the same.
































Saturday, May 3, 2008

Little Kali and Little Emily

Last night, Kali, Jason and I went by our local Dollar Tree to pick up some candy before Iron Man (which was tragically sold out so we ended up not watching it, even though we bought Iron Man pez dispensers just for the occasion) and we happened upon a bin of full of stuffed animals, with outfits hanging from the sides. It was build-a-bear Dollar Tree style! We couldn't resist those sweet puppy faces so Kali and I both adopted one. Kali's was christened Little Emily and mine was christened Little Kali. We bought them some snappy outfits and we left the Dollar Tree with our new best friends.


As we were dressing our new friends in their outfits, we were horrified to discover tags sewn in the back of our puppies' pants and sticking straight out. We were just as embarrassed as they were but of course we had to take a picture.


Just as happy as can be...


The two little tykes got worn out from all the excitement so we tucked them and let them sleep for a while.


I love my new little Kali!