Hey Harry

Today is Harry Potter's birthday!!!

When I was thirteen and reading books 1-4 I had the biggest crush on him. In my opinion, it is/was my weirdest literary crush. Even in my reading mind, I thought he looked doofy, yet endearing, like this.

It makes sense to feel fluttery over Legolas who had a perfect face and didn't have to sleep, or Aragorn who was all rugged and fought evil and became king, or the foriegn hottie in the Traveling Pants book, Mr. Rochester's brooding intensity, Mr. Darcy's everything. This barely hints at my many literary romances, and I'll just leave it at that because I already sound weird and creepy.
And possibly lonelybitteroldcatlady-ish.

Anyway, at age thirteen I loved Harry. It wasn't even just the whole I love the books and magic stuff. Come on, he was a brave and witty fella. And he did get attractive enough in the movies later on, which was kind of legitimizing of my childhood crushing,

Then later on he got older and beef neck y. Too bad. We don't need a picture of that.

I have had more book boyfriends than I can count. I am, however, of the belief that my tastes have refined through the years, and someday I'm sure those tastes will actually find a person outside of books who will make me feel as happy, excited, safe, and insatiably interested all at once.
Yes, I have moved past getting my heart in too much of a twitter over Harry.
Though I guess that doesn't stop me from hoping he, in all his literary existance, sees me like this and will give me a call.

 Again, Happy Birthday Harry Potter, I am glad you will never actually age and die.
Also, Happy late birthday to Daniel Radcliff who shares the same July 23rd birthday with me. If that doesn't create cosmic significance in my life, nothing does. 

Dear void,

by: myself

"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."

 - Kathleen Kelly in "You've Got Mail"

mmmk mommykins

My mother called me today, after texting five pictures of her puppy.
At some point in the conversation this happend:

mom- Emy, can you send me your resume?
me- No I will not, but why?
mom- So I can get you a job out here. (Texas)
me- Firstly, if I was moving out there and needing a job, you could tell me where I could, myself, send my resume. Second, I'm in college still, it starts up again soon, and I am going to go do that, you know, go to school, in Utah. Third, I never want to live in Texas.
mom- Oh ok ok. So you graduate soon?
me- yes, very soon.
mom- What are you getting a degree in?
me- Really? I've told you about every month for four years what my major is.
mom- Math right? It's not (disgusted) teaching is it?
me- No Mom. English. I am getting a degree in English. I study literature and writing.
mom- Oh Emy, remember, you are so smart, it should be math or scientist.
me- Thanks mom, I'll think about it.

Growing up sometimes

My birthday was lovely thankyouverymuch. I felt that my life had come very "full circle", as this was my first birthday back in the place I was born.

To start: me as a youngn' in Hawaii. Hellz ya I was cute.

Fast forward. Turning 19 with my best friend Erin at the Pacific Life aquarium. 

Turning 20. I had three birthday cakes that day. Yes, three. The curse of having so many loving me.

The big 21. I guess we decided to celebrate with bangs. 

This year! 22!!

Waiting for the show to start at the PCC.

The show was so awesome and fun. I wish I could dance like them. The guys dancing was great too, it included a lot of shirtless muscle flexing. Yuuup.

Happy Happy Birthday to me indeed. 

Never awkward, always cool. 

I think my hair is getting lighter. 

Making some sort of deep and profound wish. By the way, I'm still eating these cupcakes for breakfast. 

Yay for being older! Please notice that my hair is brushed in honor of the occasion.

I hope you have all enjoyed this splendid display. These are the first pictures I've put up on here! I'm so grown up now.

WHOOOOOOO BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!

I am now 22 years old.
Let all celebrate the joy that is ME.
With cake.

Ode to PJ

 I'm thinking that PJ should start an online show. He's crazy, and people online are generally crazy. Tis perfect. Sorry for basically using someone else to entertain you all instead of using my own brain. It is not unlike literary theft, but I won't do it too often, I'm just on vacation right now.

Here he is impersonating a Hawaiian:

Here he is being "Indian"(diversity day anyone?):

I just love PJ. He makes me laugh with stuff like this at least fifteen times a day. I'm very lucky.

Something I already do, but now it is also for you

I am going to start putting some of my continuous "pro/con list of life" up on here now.

Not all the time, that would be insanely boring to many.
Not all parts to it, that would just be "sentimental slop" to all and belongs in my journal, not my blog.

This has, and always will be, an ongoing project. And, as always, the points on the list are "for the current moment". Sometimes the things that are good at one point are bad at different times in your life. Say La Vee.

Pro:
Best friend phone chats
Laughing about funny noises with my sister till I tear up
Salting the cookie sheet to have an even better cookie eating experience
Guilty pleasure of 27 Dresses on TV

Con:
Having to spell the word "tomorrow"
Mild head-ache
Bug bites

Scarves are fancy

I showed my siblings "sassy gay friend" on you tube. The following ensued:



I did not encourage the mild expletive usage. Though I suppose I didn't discourage it either.

To make one glad

This is one of my favorite poems. My absolute favorite depending on the day. It is from Songs of Innocence by William Blake.

On Another's Sorrow

Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow’s share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird’s grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear,

And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast;
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant’s tear;

And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
O, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

He doth give His joy to all;
He becomes an infant small;
He becomes a man of woe;
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near.

O! He gives to us His joy
That our grief he may destroy;
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

What's that you say?

I went with my family to see fireworks on Sunday night. It was a perfectly warm Hawaiian evening and fireworks pretty much excite me to no end so I loved it. I enjoyed my family as well. In so many ways it is getting easier and easier to do just that. Maybe I'm just maturing and have an increased ability to love or something. Eh.

Some snippets of joy from the evening:


Rosie: (during firework show) I'm bored, why don't they make cooler fireworks.
Me: These ARE cool! They light up the sky, they are shiny and sparkly, they make loud exploding noises, there are ones shaped like flowers, some that split off into fizzy ones, and they are colorful! There is accompanying music, you are drinking mountain dew. And you're bored?!
Dad: It's called chronic malcontentedness. It's a disease.
Rosie: Aw man, I'm just full of diseases then!

PJ: There are three things I fear in this world - Obama, Osama, and Yo Mama!

My family can be such a hoot, really.
Oh blessed independence.

A new favorite

AH! I love words.
I love dictionaries, and I collect them.
Wordnik is the best online dictionary ever. Well, the oxford online has the best etymologies, but you either have to be a student or pay a fee to use it. And sometimes it gets complicated and too wordy (bah hahaha).
Anywho, I love this site. Really and truly. It is easy to use and so fun. The internet has never been better.
So, maybe I stayed up too late because I was on it for hours and hours.
Sign up. It is not hard, I did it.
Make some lists too.
DO IT.

Only in Dreams, I think.

"Alligators were trying to eat me in my dream last night. My dreams are always so weird. I mean it Emy. To put this into perspective, last night I turned into Reese Witherspoon."
-Rosie Guildner