THinGS TO dO iN a SHOe ON a mOndaY aFternoon -- Do I dare use words?


Sometimes when I draw during class I come up with sketches that I then reproduce in graphics. This is just how I feel lately, yes, feel free to go read the words, just a bit of melancholy for an anticipated Monday. 

I hope you enjoy this idea. Comments are greatly appreciated :]


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

Never really been there.....

You know admittedly I've never been a fan of Taylor Swift. Her overplayed acoustic guitar melodies about the boy she met and all her fairytale endings, just don't really float my boat most days. Until I realized, she isn't singing about fairytales or princess rescues or princes. She is singing about the fact that life is about dragons and sometimes it doesn't end up with happy endings, but you keep fighting. I also upon searching found this quote:

"I suffer from girlnextdooritis where the guy is friends with you and that's it." 

Umm, exactly how I feel? Yup. I'm sure that there is someone out there who has had a similar experience. You fall for your best friend (no world, not who you're thinking) -- and then you realize that they'll never fall for you. It is quite possibly the most frustrating thing ever. Someday I hope that the world sees that I'm not this busy girl who has no time, but this pretty girl who has all the time in the world for you. I'm not alone in feeling this way, am I? 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Cheese, Crackers and Cute Husband Things...Post 2

Alright, it's here. Finally. 
Post 2? 
Yeah, I'm supposed to have 100 things....so here is another few. 
After an amazing seminary lesson, 
here are some more that I (and other classmates) came up with
and yes, I love them. 
p.s. you can see the other post --> Here

35. Will be okay to let me have my own dance parties and join in with me. 
36. Will lay there with me and just forget the world
37. While laying there with me, will watch the clouds and find mythical creatures, or African safari animals
38. Knows how to cook and will be willing to help do so
39. Good lister and will enjoy listening to whatever I have to say 
(equally I will want to listen to whatever he wants to say and has on his mind) 
40. Will wrap his arms around me when I'm sick 
41. Will like to talk about the gospel and understands the importance of the atonement. 
42. Pushes me to be the best Emma I can be
43. Will be hard working 
44. Respects the priesthood that he holds
45. Love his Heavenly Father more than he loves me
46. Respects his mother and helps her often
47. Will be able to have intellectual conversations with me
48. Is trustworthy - and keeps secrets well
49. Good Hygiene. 'nuff said
50. Serves other people with all of his heart and would give them the shirt off his back
51. Not controlling 
52. Respects my privacy and just lets me have my space to be me
53. Gets along with my family, 
54. Loves kids and is good with them
55. Will watch NCAA Basketball with me (and other sporting events accordingly). He will also be sitting with me yelling at the crazy referee calls and missed shots....


....that's all for the moment, half way through though! More later? Yes. I think so. 




--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Hiding Behind the Lime Green Sharpie



















--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

"Those Days"



I've come to this conclusion, it is you that makes you happy - not everyone else. 
Now, you're probably asking yourself why I didn't figure this out sooner. 
Sometimes I think though, I must not be the only who hasn't figured this out. 
So here is my tiny piece of wisdom. 
At the end of the day, what do you do?
Do you smile? Do you laugh?  Do you cry? Do you crash?
Because that's how you judge your day by how you felt. 
You can put on a pretty face during the day, or laugh your "cares" away, 
but when you're all alone in your room at night, that's how you really feel. 
I thought back to the days I danced alone in my living room and had my own dance parties. 
I thought about how I actually cleaned my room and blasted music while I did it. 
I thought about how I talked to everyone....and was just my happy outgoing self. 
I remember those days, and this week I decided that's what I wanted, I wanted "those days". 
So guess what, I had those days. 
That is completely what today was and it was incredibly happy. 
So my little piece of wisdom? Have your own "those days" - and make it a good one. 
Yes, you've got a whole life to live...but if you keep remembering,
I'm imperfect -- might as well have better days. 
Fact: You Will. 
Mind over matter someone once said, and I hate to break it to you kiddos,
but Mind IS Matter. 
So make up your mind and have what matters....

Ah today, how do I even begin?
I made it on time to seminary. Bell beater -- yep, I am. 
Journalism - finished a scholarship - missed Mr. Mac. Silly student teacher, why'd you say he'd be back?
AP Bio with the worst analogy ever "why would you want wrinkled corn? That'd be like asking a cannibal if they wanted to eat an old person or a young person..." yeah, that one made way more sense in my head. 
Lab partners with Danny? P.A.R.T.Y. Thank you seating chart gods, thank you. (jk)
Came home, worked it all out. Made it to Econ...took a test....enjoyed it...sort of. 
Applied for scholarship - check. 
An amazing magical two hours with Hannah. 
Things I love: Wind, Chapstick, Hannah, Drives, Hills. 
UVU to pick up my lost cousins? (yep, they were lost boys).
Finding out that I'm normal. Success. 
BYU Game - well, that was an interesting game. 
Thanks Daniel & Jared for inviting me. Best thing ever. Best time ever. 
My roomie is here! I love you Rachel. Mucho. 
Reoccurring thoughts today:  Senior Ball - I really want to go, BYU GO BYU GO! (yeah, that's my school), life just keeps getting better, how do I explain getting attacked by a tree?, Does he like me?, I have a really great Heavenly Father who loves me. 

Okay, so I realize this may be the most random post, but I love life. Be your own mind, do what matters. 
Love you all 8]

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Perhaps a stranger she could love.....and she fights for her life.....


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Density

Something always makes it okay, 
for me to stay in your arms. 
But, no matter what I try to do, 
you'll never see, 
I've been here all along, 
but in a moment I'll be gone away. 

You just never saw
You just let it go
And I've never had to say goodbye until today

Density.
To dense to see. 
To dense to feel 
To dense to be
the right one for me. 

You're the one who was always home, 
the one on the other end of the phone
I'd call just to hear your voice, 
and I'd know I was stronger than the place I was in.

To dense to see. 
To dense to feel 
To dense to be
the right one for me. 
Density.

I live here in some dreamed up reality, 
where you've achieved the potential I've always seen, 
and now you're keeping me down 
for doing the same thing. 
So I'm moving on to just be me. 

I'm moving on from density. 
So I can see
So I can feel
So I can be, 
yes, so I can be just me. 





--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Blip. Blip. Blip. But What to Say of Beauty?



Virulent thoughts eat me up inside.
How did they become the most superlative contemplations? 
The excessive pedantry over minute details of one's self?
Once I was an existentialist, one lost in a menagerie machine, 
twirling, twisting, entangling in tales of life.  
Now trudging through the brooding ruminations and recalcitrant against it all. 
Wanting and waiting on something with the sound of jocularity. 
Abiding all the while for the audiation of a din to awake my mind.
To take up a new gauntlet and begin again, 
to escape the thoughts that consume my light.
Autonomy to be resplendent again, 
to fight and forget their myopic view of existence.
No dole nor division could shift the frame, 
recapturing the lost by relinquishing the thing
that one could never be. 
But what to say of beauty? 







--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Take another picture with your click, click, click, click camera......





Today a friend showed me this song. It reminded them of me. Do I agree? 
Yes, very much so. 
It sums up how I feel most days, forgotten. 
Did I end up in someone else's frame?
Most days, I think yes, today -- I said no. 
I was in my own frame of mind. 



--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

HOSA -- just in case you see these kids....

Sometimes I think to myself, wow I go to school with some really awesome people. 
I especially feel this way after going to HOSA competitions. 
So just in case you see these kids, 
tell them good job :]

Zach Brown - UHA Scholarship
Sydney Lamb, Zach Brown, Thomas Caussat - National Recognition Scholarship Participants
Crystal Apple Award - Sydney Lamb
HANDS of HOSA - Tayler Ashby
CJ Dever & Aurora Freeman - 8th Place, CPR
CJ Dever, Kristen Escobar, Ikaika Danner, Aurora Freeman - Creative Problem Solving Team, 2nd Place
Hannah Harper, Ashely Freeman, Tayla Salvesen - Biomedical Debate, 2nd Place
Emma Smith, Sydney Lamb, Zach Brown - Medical Reading, 10th Place
Hannah Harper, Ashley Freeman, McKayla Morgan - PSA, 5th Place
Parker Christensen - Extemporaneous Speaking, 5th Place
Zach Brown - Biotechnology, 7th Place
Holli Palmer - Sports Med, 7th Place
Alyssa Loosli - Medical Spelling, 3rd Place
Ikaika Danner - Medical Spelling, 7th Place
Thomas Caussat - Pathophysiology, 3rd Place
Brooke Mortensen - Prepared Speaking, 4th Place
Tayla Salvesen - Prepared Speaking, 5th Place
Moe Christianson  -  Research Persuasive Speaking, 8th Place

*forgive me if I spelled some names wrong*

But really....way to go HOSA and everyone who participated! 
Love you all, make sure you congratulate them :]


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Ugly Prom: The Dress Dilemma



Granted the theme for MORP this year is in fact a brilliant one. 
UGLY PROM, 
and I don't know about you...but it puts me in an interesting predicament.
What dress do you buy? And where do you find a dress of such hideous proportions?
In my mind you have three options....

1. The most obvious one, DI: Deseret Industries
-sometimes I think that people donate their clothes here just because they are too ashamed to throw them away. Now, no dissing DI though because sometimes they have the greatest finds. Though in this situation there is only a small selection of dresses, most of which are wedding dresses, that sadly are over priced. 
You might on one happen upon a real gem of a dress. 
Keep hoping, keep dreaming - that's what I'm doing. 

2. Borrow from your mother's, brother's...wait no...sister's, aunt's, dead neighbor's closet. 
-Granted, there is some pretty great stuff in those closets. 80's Prom anyone? Vintage is cool, but those puffy sleeves? Sometimes it looks like you could fit your lunch in there...or another pregnancy. Anyways, this may be the jackpot if you have the hook-ups. The dilemma comes when you have to explain to your mother, sister, aunt...dead neighbor...no not that one, but the rest that you're borrowing their treasured sophisticated stylish dress to wear to an UGLY prom. How do you avoid that one? I have no idea.
With any luck though you may be sly enough to pull it off and it's free. 
Just return it free of spills, tears, grass stains, lipstick, makeup, 
in mint condition with moth ball smell and you're set. 

3. If you can't find it in your local reject store and or closet...you have one choice left
THE INTERNET
If you dare you can go visit "Dr. Google" - please save yourself from sheer terror do not Google "Ugly Prom Dresses"....whoever made their poor daughter go to Prom pregnant. -sigh- I'm sorry dear child of god. 
If per chance you find some other search term by all means try to find dresses, but buyer beware there are some pretty frightening things --- it's a scary dress world out there.
The safer route is to bring yourself to a site like esty or ebay, 
where you can be content in the ugly dress variety you will encounter. 
The problem then becomes, price point. 
For instance, that little blue beauty up there is $49.99 + $11.82 in shipping. 
Granted there are some you can find at a low, low price of 0.99 cents + $10.99 shipping, but let's be honest why would you spend more than $15 on a dress that should have never been made. 

....and the end of the day among other considerations no matter how ugly the dress is you still want to look beautiful, have fun and be able to have more than limited arm movement. 
So the quest to solve the dilemma is on.....
What are your dress choices? Where did you find them? Any suggestions?
I must say...I'm more giddy then a girl going to my first high school Prom to see what ugly dresses the world finds out there, I'm thinking that this prom won't have any repeats...because as there are many pretty modest dresses - I have come to discover there are infinitely more ugly ones. 
[may the creators of those hideous dresses live in the glory of knowing their dress will be worn to some Prom of sorts...and pray the sanity of their creative minds, what were they thinking again?]


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

A selcouth celebration


Today I woke up feeling as if it was going to be like any other day. 
Yes, it's my birthday - but what makes me special?
I'm sure there are a whole ton of other people born today, 
five of my Facebook friends in fact and Justin Bieber (ew), 
and Ke$ha apparently, March 1st is pretty popular I guess.
Thankfully I have friends who would like to prove me wrong. 






Today's birthday began with yesterday, 
thankfully I have my best friend Mike and my 
co-editor Megan to remember me.
Oreo cake anyone? Yeah, Oreos are my favorite. 
They remembered! Even though we didn't have school today, someone remembered when we did have school. So thanks guys for the highly embarrassing off-key birthday song. 







One of my other best friends, Daniel Donaldson, wanted to make me breakfast burritos -- but then I found out the greatest news of all time - today was FREE pancake day at IHOP (The International House of Pancakes) [umm, can you tell I've been on the Journalism staff for too long?). So we went there instead. It was the greatest thing I could've asked for. The whole restaurant singing to me, free food, presents, it was the best time AND we donated 18 dollars for 18 years. Did I mention the server? Hilarious. 



Did I mention this bunch got all of IHOP to sing to me?
Did I mention David and Emily sang a harmonized version of Happy Birthday?
Did I mention that I've probably loaded up on chocolate and will smell wonderful for the rest of my life?
Oh yes and that I get to go on a shopping trip via gift card?
I'm not really sure that I could ask for better friends then the ones I have right now
and yes that means all of you out there. 
The past few weeks I've had such a hard time, 
I really didn't think I was all that important. 
I was just sure that in all the hussle and bussle of life, I got lost. 
I just assumed that the world forgot about me and really didn't care. 
Boy, was I proved wrong -- thanks for showing up, 
thanks for being there when I needed you most. 





After venturing out for pancakes in the morning and receiving some wonderful gifts from friends, my other friend took me to the mall. We did something I've always wanted to do, photobooth! It seemed quite appropriate to pick the one that said "Made in the 90s" because hey, I'm 18 and I was!
Just for future reference if I ever have one of these with a guy, you'll know - it's serious.  





  After spending all day with my friends it was time for the family celebration. We went out to California Pizza Kitchen (CPK). Not my favorite restaurant but one that worked best for everyone (mostly just for my nephews, like that little one in the background there - classic, so classic). Ironically I had fish, we go to a Pizza place and I eat fish - I'm afraid there might be something wrong with me world, uh oh.





After dinner I came home, went back to hanging out with Daniel. Yeah, that kid is best. Oh and yes we have a huge movie list to watch. My mom got called back into work, I was babysitting for a bit and then I got a lovely text from Ben. Oh dear Journalism staff, thank you. I have never actually received a personalized cake in my entire life. I cannot even explain how grateful I am to know all of you. I am thouroughly excited to be able to enjoy this...tomorrow. Have you seen how much food I ate? Ha ha, ya, pretty stuffed here.




I'd just like you all to know that I had no idea that you thought so much of me. I've probably read through this giant card three or four times now and I can't help but smile. Thank you for being so wonderful to me, you guys really didn't have to do anything but I am extremely grateful and indebted to you.







For all of the Facebook status tags and  101 + birthday wishes  (some didn't show up on this ridiculously long list of all of you, 91 others, what?) I am also extremely grateful, be expecting replies to all of those very soon. I am very excited to write back to all of my wonderful friends. It was extremely exciting to listen to my phone vibrate all day after receiving text after text from Facebook. And you all just wanted to wish me a Happy Birthday! So thank you everyone. 




Thank You for the best birthday I've ever had. 
Thank you for being my friend. 
Thank you for reminding me that I am not worthless. 
Thank you for telling me how I am a light in your lives. 
Thank you for letting me be a part of your life -- 
for you are all amazing people. 
I am privileged. I am blessed. 
I am exceedingly grateful for all of you. 



AND NOW.....well, now it's over, but really it's never over.....
all these memories are going to stay with me just past forever. 
and now a random collection of other photos from today :]















Photo 1: Mahi Mahi with steamed veggies, yum!
Photo 2: I'm thinking this whipped cream with ice cream is a fire hazard, yes?
Photo 3: Did you know they have mesh hats for CPK's lemons. 
It's like a mini-lunch lady hat for the lemon!
Photo 4: Nephews like ice cream and siblings too!
Photo 5: 1st photo of my birthday, ya for cleaning my room at 1am. 
Photo 6: David really? Christmas wrapping paper?
Photo 7: This is my sweet mother (not really sure what I would do without her)
and my nephew. Yeah, I love my family a lot. 



THANK YOU ALL FOR MAKING IT THE 
BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!


(You saved my life, I am eternally grateful-name that movie?)

p.s. Selcouth - meaning strange, unusual, rare. 





--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Latest Edition to my Facebook Page

It's a little early, 
but I wanted to make sure I got it up --
you know before people starting posting. 
So I did :]
I finally utilized the invasion of those five boxes at the top of my screen....
what better way to use it then to thank you!?!
I'm so blessed with the wonderful friends I have. 
So pop on over, leave me a message....
[and maybe you'll get one back]

Love you all & to all a goodnight. 










--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Now Accepting Applications

Alright, 
here's the deal. 
I've had ideas swimming in my head for weeks now. 
I realize that a lot of you have asked....
so I am now accepting applications for
you guessed it, 
PHOTOGRAPH "MODELS"
(yes, there is a reason that word is in quotes, but I have yet to discover what it is)
So.....
Please fill out this brief application, 
oh yes and leave a message after the beep. 


APPLICATION
1. What days do you have the most free time?
2. How do you feel about DI?
3. Are you opposed to me doing your hair in some weird way?
Or some themed wardrobe of sort?
4. How do you feel about working with multiple people?
5. Can you swim? (serious question for reals)
6. How do you feel about getting wet? (serious as well)
7. Lucky number, and do you have any cool ideas of your own? (please expound)
8. Do you have any special skills? (Jumping, Dancing, Swimming, Sports, Running, Laughing, etc)

See, relatively painless right?
Yes. 
Okay....and comment! 



--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

Bucket List....I can finally say....

I can finally say it.........
I think I've been staring at it my bucket list for a very long time. 
163. Go to BYU 
-- As I went to cross this one off today, my kind could not help to think  of all the people I know who didn't get in, who didn't open their inbox to find the CES e-mail. 
Who had their 163's and just kept staring at it, 
and to all of you, this post is for you. 

As you applied for BYU I am sure many of you prayed. 
You may feel at the moment that your prayers were not answered, 
I am here to tell you that they were.  
Think, why did you want to go to BYU?
To meet the man of your dreams? To get a great education? To attend the institute program?
Other colleges have these too and you must know, 
Heavenly Father has a better plan for you. 
There is a god in heaven who loves you and understands completely. 
While is may seem faulty coming from me, 
I want you to know I understand. 
I understand to not get something you've looked forward to all of your high school years, 
all of your time as a teenager, all of your life. 
The Lord is looking to provide a way for you. 
You are not inadequate, nor unloved. 
There is nothing wrong with you, nor are you unworthy. 
You are simply you -- and you are loved. 
So for all of those who aren't posting 
and all of those who didn't come to some class to hear the clatter about college, 
it will be be okay in the end, 
and if it's not okay -- it's not the end. 
(one of my favorite quotes right there)
So take the new path....look at your options -- there are a plentiful amount of opportunities. 
Eventually the craze will die down, 
know that if you need anything (whoever you are) come find me. 
Let me tell you how loved you are. 
It's rough. I know. 
Heavenly Father didn't promise this life would be easy, 
but keep the corners up and keep smiling!
 (or trying to smile)
I will be loaded up with chocolate tomorrow....seriously, come find me. 



--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

First & Foremost

BYU Application Status: Admitted. 
Yes world, it started with me. 
I took the risk at 10:36pm....
and then the Facebook explosion
(and texting invasion). 
It will be a memory much like when Michael Jackson died....
I watched it unfold.
And you know what -- SHARE IT!
So world, go check. BeSmart.com -- and good luck :)
I love you all. 
[p.s. I just compared BYU Applications to Michael Jackson, yep, must be bed time]

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Frame It



Frame It. Find It. Face It.

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me. 
By: Emma Marie.

It's Nice to Know

It's nice to know that however my Sterling Scholar region interviews turn out that....
My cat still wants to sit with me
[whether I'm in a business suit or a burlap sack]
My mother still loves me
I will still not be able to make Brownies
Olive Garden will still taste yummy
I will still get hugs from all the other Sterling Scholar buddies
The point, 
who cares right?
Life is going on and I love it!


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.


















So...I didn't get asked to Valentine's -- and maybe you didn't either. 
[or maybe you did, then just disregard this message]
This is no excuse not to have a party on a Saturday Night 
SO
Come one. Come all. 
All you Single Ladies. 
I mean if you don't have plans....but hey, now you do!
So COME watch Eat. Pray. Love
 at the Shadowbrook Clubhouse. 
Please bring some sort of munchie snack to share with everyone (trail mix, M&Ms, etc.) Popcorn will be provided :]

Don't forget your blankets and pillows for the movie....it will start and 7:20,
 but feel free to come & go as you please. 
Everyone is Invited
(Make sure to invite people too!)
If you have any questions contact me. 

Thanks!

Oh, and p.s. RSVP 
---right here ---> Click Me to RSVP
[just so I know how much popcorn to make ^-^]

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Waiting

I'm waiting. 
I'm waiting for the right person to come along...
it means I have to be alone. 
Lonely isn't so fun sometimes, 
especially when you're thinking to yourself during your time 
and the couple down the hill is permanently glued to the grass and is making out. 
But it doesn't matter, 
because I'm waiting. 
I'm waiting for someone worth waiting for....
yes, I could probably find a guy. 
But I don't need one. 
I don't want one. 
I don't have any crushes.
I'm not infatuated. 
I feel loveless in the season of love. 
Maybe I'm just too picky. 
I want something worth waiting for though...
so I'm waiting. 
And I'm excited to wait....
so for now world I'm just watching, 
and as cliche as it sounds
someday the flawed person will come along
and he will be better than a prince. 
Goodnight World. 

p.s. No Facebook, No Texting, No E-mail tomorrow. It's going to be interesting. Bring on the challenge. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Fred Flare

Usually I do not post about other websites. 
But THIS called for a blog post --
fredflare.com
and they have great things like:
poo key covers, donut key chains, play with your food dinner plates, handlebar mustache cork screws,
 mini white cameras and the personal shocker squirrel underpants. 
Ah the simple joys of life. 
I'm kinda in love with you. 










--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

E-mail Obsession

I keep checking my e-mail. 
Over and Over...
and over. 
Why?
Because I'm waiting for an e-mail. 
An e-mail that will change life as I know it. 
That will decide my future for the next two years. 
That email, 
it's from a college. 
Brigham Young University. 
I want them to want me. 
I worked so hard. 
I want to go. 
But will they want me?
This is why I'm waiting. 
I'm waiting for them to tell me that they want me. 
What if they don't want me?
I've thought about that one too. 
If they don't -- what will happen for the rest of my life?
It's the moment of truth. 
The moment I've spent as long as I can remember working towards. 
I'm waiting on an e-mail. 
I keep checking for it, 
for them to tell me that they want me. 
Over and Over....
and over again. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Hope and Balloons.


“For most of us, dreams come true only after they do not matter, Only in childhood do we ever have the chance of making dreams come true when they mean everything.”


Just living is not enough.  One must have sunshine, 
laughter and a few balloons. 
I'm learning how to live again...
and I'm loving it. 
Forget about all of this craziness, 
because life is about being happy. 
So ya, it's rough sometimes, 
but keep holding to the hope, 
keep holding on to the balloons. 


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.

Classic College Student.

It's official. 
I'm a college student. 
I woke up waayyy too early. 
I crammed for a test. 
I survived off of pop tarts. 
I took up residence in the library. 
I was hooked up to way too many electronic devices.
I had reference books open. 
I held my hair up with the every so coveted #2 pencil. 
The only think missing....
the classic Mac photo. 
On the bright side, 
I SURVIVED


--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.