The Loves of my Life

Monday night (after watching The Proposal with PIC) was spent lol'ing at Seinfeld, doing The Pro's accounting final, and partaking in some quality texting with QS and The Rangeboy. Somehow, we ended up discussing all the things we love in life. And there's quite a few. Reviewing the list made me super happy and so I decided to post it here. Mainly because it's a pain in the ass having to scroll through all the texts (one thing the iPhone has that I wish my blackberry did), but also because I love making lists.

And so, I present for you, the Loves of my Life:
*Seinfeld
*Rainy days
*Hot fudge sundaes
*Bars that serve popcorn
*Karaoke
*Sappy movies
*Bardenay
*Target
*Christmas lights
*Driving alone and singing loud
*Pictures
*Sharpie markers
*Ground squirrels
*Puppies
*Traveling
*Glitter and sequins
*Bar trivia
*Rum (even though it makes me crazy and emotional)
*Picking out the perfect present for someone
*Music that says everything you can't say
*Butterflies you get in your stomach when thinking of someone that makes you supremely happy
*BSU football (Go Broncos!)
*Red Sox baseball
*The Super Bowl
*Ryan Reynolds
*Papa Kelsey's
*Waking up and realizing you still have 2 more hours to sleep
*Potatoes
*Halloween
*Books that you can't put down
*Marathon phone/text conversations with great friends
*Surprises
*Puppies
*Kitties
*Laughing with little kids
*Laughing until you're crying
*Scarves
*Jimmy Johns
*Running around barefoot
*Writing
*Wearing glasses
*Gilmore Girls
*Greek
*Jergens cherry-almond lotion
*Texts From Last Night
*My family
*Making lists
*The moments when everything makes sense
*The fact that I have such good friends that I consider them my 2nd family.

So I could really go on and on. Apparently, I love a lot of things. Some might call it indecisiveness. I call it having a zest for life.

Falling for fall...

I can't decide if this summer was a good one or not. I have a feeling that since I can't decide, that I'm leaning towards the not-good side. It wasn't a horrible summer, by any means. It just wasn't spectacular. I'm going to blame it on this whole 'being a grown-up' thing. Summer was so much more fun when I was a kid and could do nothing but lay on the couch all day and watch MTV.

Anyways, now that summer is over, FALL IS HERE! And I love the fall. You might say I'm a sucker for it and anything fall-related. Here's a list for you:

-I'm a sucker for anything apply, pumpkiny, nutmeggy, or cinnamony. We're talking candles, baked goods, cider, yummy waffles made in a sandwich maker (umm...it's wednesday. Where were my yummy waffles this morning?), and things on a stick. It's all good. All of it. Oh-except for cinnamon mints. Those are gross anytime of the year,

-I'm a sucker for football. I have been since elementary school, where I was introduced to my very first Emotion Bowl. Granted, at that point, I really just liked getting to stay out late and dye my hair orange and black. Now I actually like the game. And yes, I do actually know how it works, TYVM.

-Speaking of football, I'm specifically a sucker for a very certain team who is kicking butt as usual. Go Broncos!

-I'm a sucker for Halloween*. Might just be my favorite holiday of all time. I love the parties, the stories, the tricks and the treats, and I love that you get the chance to let your imagination come alive for one night and run free. I'm also a sucker for adorable Princess Ballerina's, Scooby-Doos, and Vampires.

-I'm a sucker for pumpkins. And not just for carving them (which I'm awesome at, by the way.). I also loooove leaves. I still have a Ziploc bag full of all the leaves I collected in Boston. What I'm going to do with them, I couldn't tell you. But I still loooove them. Plus, after you rake them all up, you get to jump in them and rake them all up again. It's the best cycle ever.

-Lastly, I'm a sucker for believing that fall is a time for starting over. For finding that balance you need to make it through the end of the year. Time starts to slow down (or so it seems) and life starts to slow down. And that is definitely what I need. Besides a new life plan, anyways.

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*Speaking of Halloween, I need awesome costume ideas. Individual and group please. And go.

An ode to The Teacher...

*The Teacher so nicely informed me tonight that my blogs are too wordy and that she doesn't have time in her busy life to read all my ramblings. And so I was going to post pictures of the cabin trip, but instead I decided to tell a story featuring The Teacher herself. Love you!*

Once upon a time, The Teacher and her friends came to visit from the school that doesn't know how to play football (might as well start off on the right foot. Go Broncos!)

Good times were had by all. The Teacher is a very inclusive person. Her friends are my friends and my friends are her friends. Especially when we are all friends with the alcohol. We ended up at China Blue for the majority of the night, where we danced and danced and danced some more. They had a special guest DJ from California that night who was spinning some awesome tunes.

We're talking 'What a Feeling' mixed with Eminem mixed with 'I've Had the Time of My Life' mixed with Christina Milian. We're talking music so awesome that The Teacher herself went up to the DJ to tell him how awesome he was. And a new friendship was born. They even let us use the fans to cool ourselves off.

The Teacher just generally has a zest for life and gets excited about things very easily. As I hazily recall (not because I was wasted, but because it was a good 5 years ago), something exciting happened. So exciting, in fact, that as she was celebrating, she completely ate shit and fell face first into this VIP seating area. It was hilarious at the time (of course!), but I wish I had a picture of the bruise because it was gnarly.

So, like I was saying, The Teacher has a lot of friends. And she talked one of her friends into giving the 6 of us a ride home. In a tiny little truck. Don't worry, they had a good time. I rode in the front. Because I am awesome.

I am fairly certain that the alcohol-consumption continued on into the wee hours of the morning, only to come to a screeching halt when The Teacher yelled at one of her friends, went to slam the door, kicked it when it wouldn't close, and put a giant hole in my bedroom door. That cost her $100 to replace. In addition, someone used the bathtub as a bed (alas, I couldn't find any pictures. They tend to disappear when college students try to lead respectable lives.), and The Teacher regaled us all with a heart-wrenching version of James Blunts' "You're Beautiful."

All in all, it was a successful and memorable weekend, one that I don't think I will ever forget.

Love you Teacher!!

Life's short...Says who?

Just a quick rant. Today, as I was pondering what I should do with myself tonight, I considered two options.

1-Go home like a responsible adult who has to work in the morning should. Watch a little tv and retire early.

-or-

2-Hit the town. Drink a little, dance a little, and sleep a little. Life's short. You only live once, right?

Now wait just one second.

How do I know that life is short? How do I know that I only live once? For all I know, I could live to be 111 years old. And once I die, how do I know that I don't get to start all over as a fish* or a boy named George?

And I guess that's the point. No one knows. Except for maybe that really smart fish with a photographic memory who distinctly remembers his life as a girl named Lucy who had really awesome shoes. And now he's just pissed, because he never got that one last night out on the town. That one last vodka-cranberry. That one last urge to go jump in a fountain or drunk dial that long-lost friend at three in the morning.


Well don't worry, Mr. Fish. This vodka-cranberry's for you.

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*After many a discussion of what I would like to come back as, should reincarnation be a real and viable thing, I decided that I would like to be a fish. But not a goldfish (especially one you could win at a fair. I would probably be dead before I even got a chance to own my own bowl). And hopefully I will be that fish with the photographic memory so that when there is a delicious worm dangling in front of me in a lake, I will know it's an evil trap. Because WORMS DON'T LIVE IN LAKES!

Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda...

Today was a sucky day. And so to distract myself at work, I did this*. And now you get to read it.


I Can't:
*Wear hats. Of any kind. *Walk in high heels. *Function well before 10:00 am. *Stop buying Oreos (Have you ever tried freezing them? AWESOME.). *Wakeboard or waterski (Again, I blame the knees.). Wait for the new Harry Potter movie.

I Can:
*Juggle. *BS my way through anything. *Read a book in less than a day. *Read 4 books in less than a week. *Pick out the perfect purse for the BFF everytime! (That's it, though. She's too picky about everything else.) *Harldy wait to go to my cabin this weekend.

I Will:
*NEVER like beer. *Dance anywhere, anytime if the song is a good one. *Get along with anyone. (That doesn't mean I like everyone.) *Never understand why people love to go running. *Buy a new purse every three months or so.

I Won't:
*Ever like mushrooms. *Let myself get stuck in the world of retail. *Ever want to stop traveling. *Always be so indecisive. *Apologize for being obsessed with TSwift. *Tell your secrets, if you make it clear that you don't want anyone to know.

I Shouldn't:
*Shop at Target so much. *Bite my nails when I get nervous. *Spend so much time on my Blackberry. *Drive with my knees as much as I do. *Text when I'm drunk.

I Should:
*Move somewhere new. *Get a sleep study done. *Never feel guilty for wanting to be alone. *Get a tetanus shot. *Learn how to read slower.

Sorry if that bored you. It bored me as I typed it. You should try watching Weeds. It is single-handedly one of the greatest shows of all time. I have to go buy season 3 now, so Peace Out.

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*Borrowed from Here.

Friends Forever**...

This just seriously made my night. Maybe even my year. I will be watching when the reunion actually happens. I might even have a Saved By The Bell-themed party. You know you all want to come.


ZACK MORRIS ON JIMMY FALLON*

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*Please excuse my rudimentary clip-posting techniques. My computer from the year 2000 just isn't quite cutting in these days.

**Anyone remember the name of the gang's sweet band that sang "Friends Forever?" I do. I just want to see if anyone else is as cool as I am.

My blog is boring.

After discovering some very funny and very entertaining blogs (I had a very productive day at work!), I decided that my own blog needs some help. And so some changes will be coming soon. I know you are all excited.

Until then, a quick story. My apartment smells like weed. That's right-it smells like pot, reefer, ganja, wacky tobacky, or whatever else you want to call it. Funny thing is-I do not nor have I ever smoked pot in my life. Niether has the roommate (at least not in our apartment). And I'm pretty sure my downstairs neighbors do not partake in the activity either. So where did the smell come from?

My friendly, woodland neighbor, Mr. Skunk.

I can't remember if I mentioned the fact that I basically live in a forest. To date, I've seen two foxes, three deer, numerous raccoons, and most recently, a skunk. And on Saturday night, I was awoken by a very strong, very specific smell. Someone pissed Mr. Skunk off. And now I know that as the smell dissipates, it very strongly resembles the scent of marijuana.

How I know what marijuana smells like is another story completely.

A short story and a fun picture.

This is what happens when you take a nap at 7:00. PM.

Hi, my name is:

Emily Jean Poitevin

Never in my life have I been to:

Greece. Hopefully very soon!

I hate it when:

I am all ready to go to the gym, and when I grab my IPod, I realize it's dead.Who can go to the gym without an IPod?

The one person who can drive me nuts is:

My sister. We are absolute opposites!

When I'm nervous:

I bite my nails and cross the fingers on my left hand.

The last song I listened to was:

The ending credit song of Superbad. Something about McLovin.

If I were to get married right now my best man/ maid of honor would be:

Hillary Dawn Kelsch Kavran

My hair is:

Usually in a ponytail because I am too lazy to drag my ass out of bed early enough to do anything with it.

When I was 5 I was:

Living an awesome life and rollin' on a pink bike with my neighbors.

Last Christmas:

Was snowy and blowy and beautiful.

I should be:

Sleeping, I suppose.

When I look down I see:

The keyboard.

The happiest recent event was:

My birthday celebration week! My sister, dinner at Sakana, and an awesome extravaganza.

My current annoyance is:

A certain fellow employee.

I have a hard time understanding:

Myself and what I want out of life.

There's this girl that i know:

That is a pathetic excuse for a human being.

The thing I want to buy is:

A new computer and a tropical vacation.

If you visited the place I'm from:

You would be in Idaho Falls. It has a bad reputation (for being boring and extremely conservative), but if you know the right people, you're in for a rockin' good time.

I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than:

Be in an avalanche? Nothing really good came to mind.

Most recent thing I've bought myself was:

A chicken quesadilla.

Most recent thing someone else bought me was:

Dinner at Applebees. Tony is lucky that I am such a good friend and so smart!

My middle name is:

Jean. The same as my grandma's. And Emily is my other grandma's middle name. Love that!

In the morning:

I do not function well before 10:00 am. At all.

Last night I was:

Harassed by Brittany WashJones putting up ridiculous pictures of me on Facebook.

If I was an animal Id be:

An otter. One that lived in a zoo. I would lay on my sunny rock all day and swim whenever I wanted and do tricks for people I thought were cool.

Tomorrow I am:

Volunteering, dog-sitting, doing laundry, ROCKBAND!, dinner with the fam, and then basketball statistics.

Tonight I am:

Watching Friends and doing this. I lead such an exciting life.

This is one of my current favorite photos, via A Cup of Jo.