Auntie Em Auntie Em...tell me it was all a dream

So today my worst nightmare came true. No i did not go to school butt naked, however in my attempt to make a speech about the riveting girls swim season in front of the ENTIRE school, i tripped. I tripped and stumbled and caught myself(luckily) however tripped none the less. I was mortified. I looked out at the array of pimply faced youth laugh in hysterics over my humiliation and thought to myself

Please let this be a dream! Please somebody tell me that didn't really just happen!

But in fact it did. I did trip in front of the entire high school student body and staff. It wasn't a dream.

Please forgive me Usher

So apparently i am not at all club material. BIG SHOCKER! So last night a few friends and i went on a little outing to Energy nightclub in the exciting town of Rosemount or Roseville or something Rose Minnesota. I thought i was looking great! I had on a cute black sweater, jeans and my great Jessica Simpson heels that put me at a height of about 5' way too tall " (approximately 5'11" if you are looking for a visual) So we arrive at the club around nine only to my surprise that i was extremely over dressed!!! Apparently the Energy Night Club dress code consisted of clothes from the baby gap and that is if the baby gap ran an S & M campaign. I wasn't exactly the hit of the night in the gentleman's eyes. It could have been my bundled up sweater or my constant avoidance of physical contact but whatever it was I can honestly say i was NOT bringing sexy back...big time!

Am i a Barry FANalow? Is the sky blue?

Well welcome one and all to the official holiday season. Now those christmas greetins and Manalow music i have been blasting are socially acceptable...HURRAY!! Now enjoy a wonderful yet slightly disturbing picture of Santa and Mrs. Clause necking under the mistletoe! Its the most wonderful time of the year.

Frustration is being Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail

I don't have mail*

I have recently altered my blogging lifestyle as my fans ( aka sirachi, muffin, mrs. Anthony kedis, and well that's it) once knew it. My new identity is one i feel most of you can relate to. You know that girl who epitomizes everything stereotypical. That girl who stays home friday night to watch a complete season of Gilmore Girls. That girl who skips fourth hour to see if her youth minister is at church. That girl who ironically is making her own graduation present. Well comrades "that girl" is me. I am proud of my generalities and well i am not going to change them because they don't necessarily fit into "the norms of society". I will remain that girl who has been listening to Christmas music constantly since Halloween.

** i forgot my bloggin password and have spent several days awaiting that tiny voice in my hp pavilion mx70 to say in its most manly of tones " You've got Mail"

The Beginning of the End...or is it the End of the Beginning? I never really understood that phrase

Well, high school swimming as i knew it is officially dunzo. I have been swimming on that team for 6 years and swimming the sport for over 10. Now as i reflect on what i have accomplished over the years i don't have much under my belt. No individual state trophy's, no gleaming gold medals, not even a newspaper article saying that i had any impact on this team. But the thing is, well not to boast, but i did. Maybe not in the water with outstanding times, but outside the water with an outstanding attitude towards these girls. I went from being their captain, to being their equal and friend, to being their older sister who loves them and takes care of them no matter what the circumstance. I know that they don't make awards for accomplishments like that and well at this point i don't really care. Because knowing that i made some of these girls into better people, and that i was able to lift their spirits when they needed it the most, well that's all the gold i need. That and maybe some new gold grills! BLING! Ah just kidding...well maybe?

I'm so cold...

Dear Emons/Emoians/Emoites/the artist formerly known as Emo,

I am writing to tell you to, well, get over it! Okay i get your sad. Your girlfriend dumped you, your cat died, you are failing algebra...woopidi friggin do! It doesn't mean that you have to wear your sisters jeans and stick safety pins up your nose. You didn't go through the holocaust, you aren't some world war 2 war vet, your just a teen, an angry confused teen with little optimism for society. Well i say to you, get over it. Life moves on. Your world doesn't have to be an empty abis. And if you do nothing to change it, then well, your weird. No but seriously you don't have to take pictures of yourself crying and publish them on my space to be "real" or always be sad to fit in. Because well lets face it, we are all just too tired of hearing you complain about being cold. Put some friggin clothes on!

That is all.