The Vice President almost ruined my day.

As Diane and I were on our way to renew her driver's license (that's a funny story! You should ask her about it!), we decided to take a detour. A detour to the Special Olympics, to be exact. The figure skating finale was today, and not only was the Vice President (of the United States, just to clarify!) going to present the medals, but so was Michelle Kwan. Apparently, she has always been Diane's idol, so of course we had to go.

After finally finding parking, we hoofed it to the Qwest Arena, only to be yelled at by a not-so-nice cop. Basically, we were five minutes too late, as the arena was on lockdown awaiting his arrival. So instead, we hovered on the edge of Front Street, stared at some handsome Secret Service men (they really know how to wear their pinstriped pants!), and finally, we glimpsed a view of the side of his head! Probably not as exciting as watching some awesome figure skating, but I will take what I can get.

After that, our adventures took us to the courthouse, where I was mistakenly suspected of trying to sneak a utility knife in (it was a Coca-cola key chain, for pete's sake! Apparently, the scanner must prefer Pepsi.). And then I was introduced to the deliciousness that is Blue Sky Bagels. I hate bagels, but apparently I love bagel sandwiches! Anyways, it was an eventful day. And my mother is slowly recovering. And I don't want to go back to work. Ah, but such is life!

Protect your ankles.

Apparently, the universe is in some sort of war with ankles this week. First, my friend Kevin sprained his ankle playing basketball, and has to have crutches. Second, my poor mother was out for a walk, slipped and fell, and broke her ankle in 3 places. She gets to have surgery in the morning, where 3 screws will now make a home in her body. OUCH! Good thing Steve and Issac are still hanging out in my basement.

In case you were wondering, Steve and Issac are my crutches from when I had knee surgery. They were faithful companions and got me through some rough times. They rode with me when I commandeered an electronic wheelchair at the grocery store and then backed into a tower of paper towels (yes, it really happened). They survived a hijacking by my chemistry class and they were first-hand witnesses to me falling on my face the first day back at work. My mother will surely be in good hands.

As for me, I'm going home to find some athletic tape and my old ankle brace. Just in case.

To perm or not to perm?

Well, my seven day stretch at work is coming to an end. It hasn't been too bad, although we definitely aren't selling as many Valentine's day sweaters as I thought we would! I definitely have a few favorite customers. And then there are the cranky old ladies who constantly ask if we sell low-rise jeans. The answer is a most definite NO! Let me tell you, I've tried the jeans on and there is maybe one pair that sits below my belly button. And even then, it's less than a quarter inch below, which almost doesn't count. I am impressed with some of the new styles they are coming out with. They definitely have some pieces I will most likely wear. I still need to work with them on making things longer and adding pockets.

In other news, I'm thinking I need a new hairstyle. Problem is, my hair is difficult and doesn't like change. My friend Richard devised a new way of perming hair, and I'm seriously considering it. I can't give away his secrets, but he did it on my roommate's girlfriend's hair, and its super cute. We will see.

I'm working on getting my mom to come to Vegas with Brittany and me to see TAYLOR SWIFT in concert! Its right on her birthday, and she is very picky about her birthday. But who wouldn't want to celebrate it in Vegas?!

Lastly, the Special Olympics are in Boise and I am determined to go watch some events. I have Wednesday and Thursday off, so that's a definite plan. I was thinking about watching floor hockey. I could also be really motivated and drag myself up the mountain to see the skiing events. Either way, its sure to be a good time! If anyone wants to join me, just let me know (Diane, Hillary-this means you!)!

Bremily's latest, greatest idea...

As Brittany and I (hence the name Bremily) were sitting at Barnes & Noble, discussing extremely random things (penis pinatas, Jessica Simpson's weight problem, etc.), I was struck with a brilliant idea. There is a chance that The Amazing Race will hold a casting call at Karcher Mall, just as they held the Survivor one. If and when that happens, Brittany and I will be in line, waiting to be discovered.

How could this not be a great idea? Brittany and I are everything the other is not. I'm not especially athletic, so she's got running up hills, carrying buckets of water on her shoulders covered. She's not particularly fond of anything academic, so put me in charge of the puzzles and we're good to go. Combine all of that with our sparkling personalities and we're shoo-ins.

I almost described our personalities as spunky, but then had second thoughts, as it didn't conjure up the image I wanted. Which then got me thinking, what exactly does spunky mean and where did the word come from? Amongst our other random conversations, we also started discussing weird words. Spunky was one of them. Poignant was another. And how about permeating? Ok, permeating isn't that weird of a word. If I really took some time, I could probably list many more crazy words, but that idea has since lost some appeal. Besides, it's way past my bedtime! Sweet dreams!

I KILL YOU!

I find it ironic that when I actually have something to blog about, its the same day that my internet decides to not work. And by not work, I basically mean that the person I was stealing internet from decided to wisen up and install a security key. So I suppose I can't really be that upset about it. So anyways, this post is coming to you via my phone. My apologies for no pictures, but take what you can get!

This past weekend was a good one. We had a 'get-together' at my apartment on Friday and there were good times and good people. I especially had a good time, even though my beer pong skills were not up to par. Some practicing is definitely in order.

Saturday I had to go to work for exactly 40 minutes in order to hit my 44 hour mark. Don't get me started on the ridiculousness that is my 44 hour work week. I will post about that later! The rest of the day, however, was spent napping (my favorite!) and then Guitar Hero-ing with Mike until Brittany got home.

Sunday was super, as The C.O.T. had a Super Bowl party complete with quesadillas, wings, pizza, chips and dip, and fruit pizza (gotta throw something a little healthy into the mix!). I was sad that the Cardinals couldn't pull off a win, but that last catch by the Steelers was amazing and I am just glad that it was a good game.

I'm sure you might be wondering about my blog title. It's simple-sometimes I want to inflict great pain on certain people. On Friday, certain people were Will and Joel who kept beating Richard and me at beer pong. At work, certain people are the kids that rattle the gate when we're closed and then, once I give them A Look, they proceed to drag their slimy hands along my window. And sometimes, certain people are even my close friends (none of whom have access to this lovely blog of mine). Has anyone ever had a lopsided friendship? One where you put in more effort than the other person? I'm usually very tolerant of this (probably because I tend to think the best of people. Also because I secretly hope karma will repay me in the future!), but the last month or so, the tolerance has faded. I'm sick of always being the one to remember birthdays and spend hours and tons of money on the perfect present only to be rewarded with nothing in return. I know this is a trivial issue to be worrying about, but its high on my irritation list at the moment. For once, I would like to be put first. But enough about that. Dwelling on the issue will only lead to more bitterness, and so I'm just going to focus on the good times.

I'm sure I've rambled on enough for all of you. And so I shall conclude. Besides, my thumbs are tired.

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.

Love...

Apparently, it has become quite apparent that my life is lacking in the love department, as there was a COT intervention of sorts tonight. After watching the Ravens lose to the Steeler's (sad! There will be no Bird Bowl this year.), H, T, and A decided it would be a good idea to see who they could possibly set me up with. The results were not good. Which probably means that we all need to meet new people. But, I digress...

My friends have always been semi-baffled by my love life. 1-because I don't talk about it, and 2-because it's never really been high on my list of priorities. I just turned 25. I still can't decide what I want to be when I grow up, so why should I worry about getting married? I strongly believe that I'll find whoever I'm supposed to be with when the time is right. And while there is an insane amount of pressure to get married and have babies from my hometown and certain people who live there (which I think is ridiculous and deserves an entire separate post), I am perfectly content with my single life. I can go where I want to, when I want to. I can travel whenever I want, and spend money on whatever I want. And I am extremely fortunate to have so many amazing people in my life to share all my adventures with. Loneliness happens, but it happens for everyone, even if you are married.

I am also a firm believer in building a complete, individual life before combining it with someone else's. Not only do I think it makes for much more successful relationships, but I think it makes for a happier existence in itself. I am not the same person I was when I graduated from high school. I am more confident and I know who I am as a person. And it took me immersing myself in new adventures and opportunities for me to discover that, something I don't think is as easy when you have other people and influences in your life to consider.

In terms of love, I am definitely an idealist. I want the romantic, sweep-you-off-the-feet, knew after the first date I was going to marry them kind of love. But, I also know that sometimes it takes a while for the fireworks to start sparking. And so far, I haven't found one or the other. And while some may think that I have high standards, I'm not at the point where I feel the need to settle, and don't think I'll ever get there.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I'm happy. I think my life is headed where it's supposed to and I'm just trying to enjoy the ride. If it comes to that point, I will encourage my friends to set me up with anyone and everyone and I will succumb to the online dating phenomenon. For now, though, there isn't any worry.