Goodbye this blog!

Hi everyone! I've decided to move blogs! I started a blog for Robert and I, because we're all married and stuff, and that is now my main squeeze, if you will...So go follow that one!

socklessness.blogspot.com

See you over there!

Flightless Bird, American mouth

So there is this song that I love by this group called Iron and Wine. The song is called "Flightless Bird, American Mouth. Listen....read the lyrics...scroll down, I shall continue.

LISTEN
I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

So. What did you think? I personally love this song. I have absolutely *no* idea what most of the lyrics mean, and I'm fine with that because I feel like the music its self helps bring that out. The chords in the singing and even the accordian in the back ground create this sense of longing and reaching that just hits my soul. I feel like this song is about searching for what we need/want/have lost, and the journey that looking for it takes us on. The words don't need to make sense--in fact--the song would mean less if they did. If they meant something, they would be about one man's journey to discover what he wants/needs. Because the lyrics don't quite make sense and don't apply to anything, they can apply to everyone---represent the "every-man."
Now maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this song is a satirical punch to our political system, or a harsh call out on religion. But that's not what I've gotten from it. I'll take what I want, and as long as it makes me better, who cares if I'm right? Because I certainly think I am, and that's all that matters.
Thanks for reading, Team. let me know what you think!

Showcase

Ya'll, come see the Showcase.
It rocks.
Love, Emily. :D

p.s. it's this Friday and Saturday at seven-thirty so come. :D

Some Ranting- By Me

Okay team, here is a fantastic confession. I love the state of Washington. It is basically everything I think a place to live should be. Rainy, green, and cloudy. It's weird, but I'm not the biggest fan of the sun. It's super bright and has the potential to hurt you, which isn't too great on the whole "awesome" scale. I don't tan, I only freckle. I don't enjoy being hot and sweaty, just inside with the AC on. I also love green. Which is the *exact* opposite of Rock Springs. Rock Springs is a deceiving name. You think, because it has the word "Spring" in it, it should be a beautiful oasis with lovely flowers and just pretty-ness everywhere. Well. You're very wrong. The operative word in the name is "Rock." As in "Nothing but rock" or "Gee, this place doesn't rock." I mean, school is great. The professiors are nice. The classes are very educational. But it's all missing the three "must-haves" for a good school---Location, location, location. And the weather here is odd. Lately it's been warmer than Utah, in a super-windy-blowing-snow-that-fell-last-week sort of way. When it isn't deceivingly warm, it's snowing like nobody's business. And believe me, snow + wind = misery. 'Tis no fun, my good man. Imagine living in a place where you can fall asleep to the sound of rain on the roof every night; a place where you almost never have to water your lawn to get a beautiful emerald green color because Mother Nature does it for you. In all honesty, friends, I have only ever been to Washington once, but I loved it. It was probably one of the most relaxing places I've ever been to in my entire life

I hope you've enjoyed my ranting and raving. I certainly have. Here-enjoy more pictures.

Um...

Um...sometimes I don't go to Sunday School....
and I stay home and write a blog.
Like today.
I'm a bad person...
But you all love me anyways.

Aida!!!

Okay world. This week, my show is going up. And it iiiiiisssss....
AIDA!!!
And it's super fantastic. So you all should come!
The info for the show is on this page:
HERE!
So ya'll should come see it! :D
Love you guys.

Dear World,

Applying for scholarships in a school that is far away is stressful. How far away you ask?

6 hours 3 minutes in travel time,
407.36 miles to drive,
$29.01 in gas.

That is very far, my friends.

And it's stressful.

Hurray for the theater.