Stream of Consciousness II

Although my eyes are burning out of their ever-loving sockets, I'm going to stay up for another half an hour and write about the most random junk that comes to my mind. Enjoy!

I just spent an hour and a half of my precious life watching Road Trip, that goofy movie with Tom Green circa 2000. I think a lot of junk is funny and I know I giggle at just about everything, but holy sniff my pickle, that movie is by far one of the most hysterical I have ever seen.

I strongly recommend Colgate Icy Blast toothpaste to all those who enjoy toothpaste that tastes so minty delish that you just want to eat spoonfuls of it out of the tube. But keep it on the toothbrush my friends, keep it on the toothbrush.

Speaking of toothpaste... does anyone (besides Diana) remember that old episode of Ramona where she's bored one day so she squeezes an entire tube of new toothpaste into the sink and plays with it, and then her mom gets pissed so she makes Ramona scoop it all into a plastic bag and she has to dip her toothbrush in it until it's all gone?! I loooooved that episode! Ahhh, memories circa 1988 are always sweet ones.

My eyes feel like I stabbed them repeatedly with a rusty fork and then drove a flaming hot stoker through my retinas.

I am utterly smitten with one dashing cop down in Petoskey, Michigan :)

My half birthday is officially in 17 days! Because everyone knows that turning 22 and a HALF is QUITE the big deal, there will be a wicked celebration in the very near future to commemorate this delightful occasion.

Tide laundry detergent is on sale this week at Target for $5... seriously, five bucks! Have I died and gone to housewife heaven?!

I decided that I'm going to name my first born son Nebuchadnezzar, after the Babylonian king who captured Syria and Palestine in 605 B.C. What a wicked name... can you imagine cooing tha to a baby? "Oooohh, Nebuchadezzar, come to mama! Good baby Nebuchadnezzar!" That doesn't sound creepy at all. My tongue goes into convulsions at the mere thought of all those syllables.

Our lease to this hell-hole is up in one month and we still have no idea where we're going to move.

I wish it was a Cassandra-and-Emily road trip year. At this time one year ago, we were frollicking across the country and getting lost in shitholes like Youngstown, Ohio and being rushed to the E.R. in Philly and camping in Amish country and sweating to death on the streets of New York and doing photo shoots on the lawn of the Vanderbilt mansion in Rhode Island... I would give my left kidney for the chance to do that all again this summer!

Okay, time for bed. I'm off like the black on Michael Jackson.

My dear blog, how I've missed you!

Ladies and gents, Emily Louise Schmitz has returned to the world of the blog.

So I took about a two month hiatus, but I had an excuse, because my life was so boring in the past month or so that I had absolutely nothing to write about. Well, that's not completely true, because there is always random and goofy junk that happens from time to time... so when something silly occurs in my life from now on, I'll stop flapping my yapper and just blog instead :)

Here's an update on Em's life, as of June 19, 2007:
-I'm currently enrolled in EN 372, an American Lit course with Ray Ventre. It starts at 7:30 am and no, I have not killed a classmate or stolen anyone's soul (as of yet). I consider that a successful five weeks.
-I go to the beach on average about 3 times a week, which has done magical things to my what was once my incandescent, glowing white skin. I can almost say that I no longer resemble a heavenly visitor and people in town do not throw trinkets at me.
-I am still in love with working at Jilbert's, even though we don't wear cow hats anymore (the horror... the tragedy!) and I come home with ice cream in my hair and eyelashes at least twice a week. Hey, what's the fun of working in a dairy if that's not the case!
-I have been obsessed with High School Musical since my brother's play at the end of April (He did a wicked amazing, Schmitastic job... you can watch a clip of the play on youtube, just type in High School Musical, Fowlerville, in the box. He's the tall kid with the basketball aka Troy Bolton. I wish it was a clip of him singing, but hopefully that'll come later once someone gets the DVD of the play finished.)
- I sing those songs daily at the dairy, and I use my angelic, Broadway-savvy voice to my advantage to make fast cash in tips. (There was only ONE man who took his cone and then gave me a dollar to shut my cakehole). Once again, a success!
-When I realized that Facebook actually has an icon of the AMISH listed in the stylepix for that new hotlist thing, I almost died of sheer delight. Even Facebook, the land of scary lets-use-technology-to-stalk-everyone-and-their-cocker-spaniel, has acknowledged the beauty of the Amish lifestyle... how about it! That alone makes me happier than a bunch of kids chasing a leaky cow.
-I get to go home for a WHOLE week next Thursday! That means Westphalia for 4th of July and my own cozy bed and Donald juggling and being goofy with Diana and seeing my F'ville darlings and and my mom and dad spoiling me. Ummm, yeah, maybe for the first day anyway... that whole "distance makes the heart grow fonder" thing only works for for a maximum of 24 hours with them... after that, I'll be doing yardwork or working on junk in the barn and being told to be home by midnite. I'M SO COTTON-PICKING EXCITED!

That's all for now... I'm off like a pair of dirty socks!

Bring back the WAAAAVE!

I don't like it when I let pedestrians walk in front of my car on campus and I don't even get a courtesy wave in return. One day I was overwhelmed with the kindness of NMU students... I kept witnessing a zillion cars stopping in the middle of the busiest intersection of campus (i.e., the four way stop between the art building, Hedgecock and Gries Hall) to let a zillion students cross the street, make out with their boyfriends in the middle of the street, ect. ect. And of course, along with the allowing of walking in front of cars, each driver was returned with a courtesy wave or a smile. Seriously! It was like the Yooper version of Pleasantville. I was really feeling the NMU love that day.

But then... magically, the love stopped! I try to do my "nice thing of the day" by letting people walk in front of me even when I have exactly .2 seconds to make it to the commuter lot, park my blasted car, dash into West Science and get to class. And I don't even get the courtesy waves in return. I LOVE THE COURTESY WAVES! It keeps me believing in the kindness of random strangers!

The end.

"You're the Reason God Made Carolina...."

As much as I love Michigan...

... I love, love, love South Carolina. My inability to comprehend Southern accents, crazy deer that decide to leap in front of 2006 Chevy HHRs, and the lack of snow and all.

The end!

Stream of Consciousness

I drink a lot of water. I've noticed this. That's all I've been drinking for the past four days, now that I'm so poor that I can't even afford my beloved life-saving Diet Coke anymore.

I have just started to love the show Family Guy. I've been watching it for the past two hours and I think I popped a blood vessel from laughing so hard. It's not as funny as Scrubs, but it's definately coming in a close flipping second.

I miss home.

I still hate my art class.

I want my biology professor to be my mentor. Oh, and I want her to love me enough so that she will want to set me up with her last single son. (Kidding...!)

I'm listening to Journey and eating a Twinkie.

I really like Degree for Women deoderant. It smells wicked delish.

I miss Sarah and our cool nites. (For the love of God, come back to NMU!)

I want to go home and do random science experiments and talk about JFK and PT 109 boats with my brother.

Did you know that one billion seconds is 31.7 years?

I bought a new bra today.

I need to study aerodynamics and build paper airplanes tonite.

My throat hurts. It hurts the way your tongue hurts after you accidently staple it to a wall.

Death to Art!

P.S. I hate my Art and Design class with a fiery passion from hell.

Emily Schmitz: The Story of a Wanna-Be Engineer

My roommate and I got in a discussion last weekend at Michigan Tech. I asked her if she would rather want to be extremely, strinkingly beautiful or really, really, Michigan-Tech worthy intelligent. She told me she would rather be pretty because anything engineering-related doesn't interest her, but I kept challenging and harassing her about the benefits of being a woman who is science and math savvy until finally Liz said, "BASICALLY all you're asking is if we'd rather be pretty or smart." Ohhh... so THAT'S how you ask simple questions! I never knew.

Anyway, obviously, I would rather be Michigan Tech-worthy smart. (It's because I already have all the beauty one person can possibly be blessed with... any more and it just wouldn't be fair to everyone else. HA) I can say I'm a pretty intelligent woman in a lot of areas, especially knowing random facts about really random things (Did anyone know that Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a belly button?) But I am ix-nay on the math and science ability... my sister got all of that, but whatev, I've accepted that AND forgiven my parents for passing those genes along to her. But seriously, I think I would rather go to Michigan Tech more than any other university in the whole world... it's like when I visited Harvard or Yale, you just FEEL smart being in that atmosphere. (Or really out of place...?). But Michigan Tech is in the heart of U.P. splendor, I'm especially fond of the surplus of men, and maybe one day if I accidently walk into an electrical box and become a savant like the Rain Man I'll be able to become a Husky myself.