Deeeeep breaaaathhhhsssss....

Writing is therapeutic for me. I have realized this.

Throughout my day, a thousand thoughts zip through my head.
When I write, I am spewing out a part of my mind. This quite literally relieves pressure in my head, quite literally calming headaches for me, headaches that are probably caused by a mind clogged with observations, ideas, worries, jokes, movie quotes, and whatever else is up there.
Therefore, I am going to start journaling regularly. If I journal something I feel is worth blogging, I will. Which hopefully means I will be on here much more often than lately.

Today, in my third hour English 102 class, I was frantically typing a research paper comparing poverty in the United States to poverty worldwide. I was panicking because this paper is due tomorrow, and I had only skimmed the surface of this paper. By the end of the hour, I had four out of the required 7 to 10 pages done. I felt quite accomplished, and deciding that I must be having some sort of Jimmy Neutron-esque brain blast, I thought I'd continue working on the paper the next hour (lunch hour) in my mom's classroom. So I clicked SAVE, logged out, and merrily walked to my mom's classroom.

When I got there, I logged back in, and opened the file "Poverty US and World".
I was distraught to see that the 1 1/2 pages I had started with that morning was all that was left. I had saved the rest to the computer that was downstairs and across campus. I huffed and puffed over there to see if I could email the full-length document to myself, but it was nowhere to be found! All that work I had done in third hour, lost in an abyss forever!

On top of this, I have a monsterous test in beauty school tomorrow.
"Pshhaah. Beauty school? Monsterous? Please..." you say.
Oh dude. You have no idea. I would rather take an AP test than the cursed "Cosmetology School Board Test".
Well, maybe. They are probably parallel in scariness and whatnot.
Shiver...

Anyway, wish me luck. I could only stay for a moment, for now I must get back to my dang-stinking essay.
All will be well. After tomorrow, it will be Thursday, and I think Thursday is my favorite day of the week. Then, on Friday, it will be senior ditch day, and then I will have a sleepover with my bestie-friend Jadyn Maree, before we go to the zoo and prom with our dates! Yes, we are totes dateable. Don't forget it.

Peace and blessings, PEACE and BLESSINGS.
Emily Jardine

its a quarter after one, i'm all alone and i need you nooooww.

My title has nothing to do with anything, P.S.

And now it's time for...
Adventures in Beauty School!

In this episode, we find Emily Jardine working in dispensary, the little place in beauty school where supplies are distributed and laundry loads of towels are attended to. It was her and her friend Janice's turn to work in there today. As she's working (and by working we mean curling hair while jamming' out to lady antebellum--"whoah-a-whooaaah, just a kiss goooodniiiight"), she looks to her right, and her eyes bug out. Because her crazy beauty school friend, Janice is just chillin' there, using her pencil to write "easy a" on the dang-freaking WALL. Like, writing "easy a" on the school WALL. In big letters, too. NBD. So, Emily Jardine puts down here little Hot Tools curling iron and goes, "errrrrrrrrrm, hi Janice. What's shakin'? Hey, do you usually write "easy a" on public property? And, if so, ummm, why?" and Janice was all, "Emilyyyyy, it's no big deal." and Emily was like, "WhYyYy??? What seriously made you want to write that?" and Janice was like, "Emily. You're such a goodie-goodie." And Emily was like, "Whyyyy Easy A? If you're gonna do that, write something like "Down with the capitol", "Team Weasley" or "I have the Beiber fever." Because Easy A isn't even anything, about anything. So while Janice was putting some perm rods back, Emily went at that thing with a little eraser. She got through the "Eas" before Janice ran in and pushed her out of the way, restoring her meaningless graffiti to its former glory. "Emily, I'm so disappointed in you!" Janice whispered and left to go get more towels. Emily quickly grabbed a scrubbie sponge and wiped that thang off the dang wall! Because seriously, fools! Janice soon returned, and upon finding the affected area to be white as a q-tip, she was up in arms. "Emily!! I can't believe you would do that to me! Why can't I trust you? Oh! You just erased it! WhYyYy???" Emily Jardine gave Janice the awkward eyes, then walked away.

These are real-life events, people. This is how my life goes.

Bloggy world? Is that you?

Wow. Holy kenoli. Have I been neglecting you or WHAT. I honestly don't even remember the last time I blogged. Before Christmas. Maybe even before Thanksgiving! Whats wrong with me? Oh yeah...

Pinterest.com.

Duuuuuuude can I please fangirl about Pinterest right. Now.
I love it. Just go on it. You will be addicted.

Unless you have a job or loved ones who depend on you. Then don't even try it once, please.
Haha just kidding. Do it, do it! You will be fureakin' enlightened.

Anywhayyyyy.
I guess I'll update you since we've even apart so dang long. Hmm let's see.

Oh, I'm in my last semester of high school (*do a dance*). And then me and my best friend, the lovely Jadyn Maree, are staying home and going to community college! (party like it's 1999)
Aren't our lives so glamorous and exciting?

Well, I will have my cosmetology license by then, so I will work in a lovely salon (my mom thinks this is odd, but I wanna work at the salon at ulta. why? i dunno. why not??) after two years, I'll transfer to Arizona State University (i think, but you know how plans change..) and pursue a degree in elementary education! So that's my life plan. And since I'm a senior in high school, I'm quite positive that I know everything, and I'm also quite positive that ALL of the plans I have now WILL work out. Because I'm an all-knowing 17 year old girl.

sArCaSm... But I do know a ton of people with that kind of thinking. Foolish children.

Oh! And recently I was all stressed out because beauty school was gonna be asking me a truckload of money, like almost $1000. Which is a lot for a school that advertised free education. Hmmmmm. BUT! Then I applied for financial aid from FAFSFA, and they are paying for every last dime! That is pretty much the most exciting news I've heard all year.
Besides the fact that I'm going to Disneyland in April for choir tour. Hip hip hooray.

Alright, bloggy readers, if I have any of you anymore. I will be more diligent in providing you with a regular dose of wonderfulness via blog. I have been neglectful, and I think I'm back. Yay :) I miss blogging.

pet peeves, and tabitha's salon takeover.

1. people who take choir for 6 years and haven't gotten any better because they are workophobics.

2. blingy nails, like so..

the insane amount of classiness baffles me. {sarcasm}

3. people who try to pull off this new middle part trend who can't. especially when they were bashing on it six months ago when it, you know, wasn't popular. wow. followers.

4. hollister. not even good quality. way too overpriced.

5. people who keep on sniffing incessantly and you just want to scream, "GO GET A TISSUE. DON'T BE SHY."

7. people who STILL wear cat ears. it was tolerable freshman year. but now, we're about to graduate high school. you're still not a cat.

8. ripped jeans. i don't really mind them on other people, as long as they're not gaping. i just can't stand wearing them..

9. mr. sargent, my choir teacher.

10. teachers who swear. seriously? i'm sitting here being more mature than you are. grow up and have some professionalism.

i'm not in a bad mood. actually i'm in a great mood. i usually am after watching an episode of tabitha. i love that woman.

"i'm tabitha, and i'm taking over."

she kind of rules the cosmetology world. isn't she intimidating? it's great. :)

I'm totes not doing that lyrics thing anymore. Too much effort.

Totes is a funny word. Isn't this a tote?

Uh, something like that, right? Okay.

So beauty school starts tomorrow! And school starts Wednesday!

I hope I hope I hope {and wish upon a star and knock on wood and do a rain dance} that I will meet a nice person to be friends with in beauty school. Because seriously, by the looks of last year, this place is just crawling with shallow sluts sweet spirited daughters of God.

Uhhhhmmmmmm yeeeeah. That's right too.

...

Buuuuuuut! I am positive that regular, normal, nothing-special high school will be great this year! I mean, for reals, dude. I have seminary with my brother. And he is cooler than me, even {maybe}. Also, I have choir. Choir! I never thought I'd miss old fart Sargent's grouchy voice. But alas, I do. Even more, though, I miss singing without being told to shut up. I miss my Camille, Artemisa, Rania, Kailey! I miss it all, people. I miss it allll. Gimme choir. Also, my best friend Jadyn will be coming back to Ridge! And we'll have choir and econ/government together, and lunch! Who's excited? Me. And not just Jadyn, I'll have lunch with the majority of my friends! Except for Keaton {hangs head and sniffles}. And my schedule is like, super easy to the max. I mean, seminary, choir, econ/gov, comp 101 {which is a college credit and requires very little reading}, and cosmetology. Seriously people. I can do this with my eyes closed.

And to top it of, it's my senior year! So it'll be just like this, right?

Right! Let's do this thing.

It's just too bad you've already had the best days of your life.

Beauty School Last Day of School

1. This is Magaly. I love her. I also love to mess with her. That's why I took a sneak picture of her from across the classroom. She doesn't know about that.

2. This is my Rachel. I love her to death. She cracks me up. And she also is very good at lightener weaves. Hehe.

3. This is Mehgyn. She is my favorite. Mehgyn is a tough cookie, and everyone in the class {including us} think it's funny how our incredibly contrasting personalities could work so well together. She laughs at my dumb jokes and I shake my head and smile when she tells about all the tattoos she wants. We are best hair school friends forever. It's crazy. Unfortunately, she is switching to AM next year, so I won't ever see her again. Sad day.

4. Me and my Mehgyn. :)

5. This is Janice. She is the sweetest girl in our class. She is very softspoken and kind to everyone, and she is a talented artist. You can always count on Janice to brighten your day.

6. BRABBIEEEE!!! This is me and my happy teacher, Ms. Brabb. She hates this picture because I made my face look all weird. So lets move on to the next one.

7. Haha. This one makes her look short. :) Which she is. She's like 5 feet tall. I love my Ms. Brabb. When you have one lady teaching you to do hair for four hours a day, five days a week, she becomes your second mom. She yells "Make good choices!!" as you shuffle out of class on Friday. She pulls special spray out of her pocket to disinfect your boo-boos. She hits you with perm rollers when you aren't focusing. She designates a timeout spot for if you continue your antics, and writes your name on it. She almost cries when she sees your english project and when your walking out the door on the last day of school, she yells, "EMILY! Don't get hurt. I love you. If I don't see you in August I'll cry. Okay. Go on."
Baha. I seriously love Brabb. :)

8. This is Aly, me, and Mehgyn. We are the three amigos of Brabb's PM cosmetology class. We rule. I love them.

{The Best Days of Your Life by Kellie Pickler}

Hey moon, please forget to fall down, hey moon, don't you go down.

Junior Year Evaluation.

Junior year rocked and sucked at the same time. It was kind of equal.

Okay, maybe a little more sucked than rocked.
Whatevs.

Rocked because:
-I started beauty school, which was a wonderful opportunity for me.
-I had a wonderful seminary class. That was the best part of my day.
-I was forced to deal with got to know lots of trashy skanks interesting girls in beauty school.
Hmm, right. That was it.
No, but really, even though most of the girls were pretty much deadbeats, I did {get ready for this..} MAKE FRIENDS.
Woah. That's crazy.
Yeah I know it.

Have I ever told you of my hopeless girliness?

It's quite pathetic, actually.

I know some of you out there are quite the tomboys, so before continuing to read this post, I suggest you get yourself some sort of trash can or paper bag or bucket or something to contain the barf you will soon expel due to the "gross girliness" of this post.

Let it begin.
1. I really love purses quite passionately. I'm not like a collector or anything because, HELLOOO, I'm not made of dang money or anything. But when I go to Tinkerbell and Downeast Basics and Target and such, I just like to smile at those babies and do a little skippidy-doo-da inside.

2. Yes, I am one of those girls that does their nails to make themselves feel better. There's something about a fresh coat of bright, happy polish that makes me feel, well, polished. I just really like looking down at my fingers and seeing something bright and lovely. It makes my day.

3. I often die in jewelry/accessory stores. Like Charming Charlie, Tinkerbell, Claires, Icing, you know the places. I love finding little trinkets and trying them on. It makes me do that little inside skippidy-doo-da I spoke of before.
4. Um, hey, DUH, I'm in beauty school. You're kind of marked at least SOMEWHAT girly when you make the decision to join that thing. And if that weren't enough, my fellow classmates laugh at me because I do that skippidy-doo-da thing in class, when something I do ends up looking good.
5. Well we might as well mention the "skippidy-doo-da" thing. It's kind of like a spasm and a skip and a hop all at the same time. Sometimes followed by a "SQUEEE!!" But don't worry. I DO NOT "SQUEEE". That's too much for me. The skippidy-doo-da move allows me to quietly be giddy and giggly and think cutesy thoughts, while not being obnoxious. Hooray.
{p.s. definitely don't have a picture depicting "skippidy-doo-da"}

6. I love chick flicks. Too bad I live in a house with two boys and a little elfish girl. They don't know the meaning of chick flick. I get dirty looks if I even TRY to snuggle up to "A Walk to Remember", "Penelope", or even "A Little Princess". And if any kissing occurs?? Eyeballs start getting scraped out of skulls. So long story short, that's why I love girls nights and princess powwows and such. Because where else am I going to get my "awww" movies??

7. People. My bedroom is pink. Like, ballerina pink. The kind that many get sick off of. I love it. It makes me feel Emily-ish.
8. I freaking love shopping. I know I sound stupid and gross. But I really do. I think part of it is my slight competitive streak, which makes me feel victorious when I find something lovely for dirt cheap when I know that people have paid some full expensive price for the same thing. My favorite stores {right now}? Rue21, Ross, Savers, DownEast Basics, Tinkerbell, Romy, and Forever21. Bahh. Those places make me skippidy-doo-da.
9. I wish I could still be a ballerina. If I had time, I totally would. It's quite good for you. It makes your muscles all rock-hard, and your posture super duper great. And, you know,

you feel like a fairy. :)

10. Hair bows and hair clips and headbands oh my! I love them, oh yes I do. And I have a whole dang lot of them, too. An entire over-the-door hanger just FULL of them. Bliss.

You are now convinced that Emily Jardine is a loonie girl. Very nice.

P.S. By the way, I still love Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, wrestling with dogs, chasing ducks, hiking, getting mud between my toes, etc. I'm not a total priss. Goodness me.