SUNDAY AFTERNOON CROQUET

here at liberty square we are a sophisticated folk. don't believe me? are you aware of any other apartment building in which croquet is played in the courtyard with preppy dress required? yeah, didn't think so ;)

 no paparazzi, please.

the elitests. 

want to join our prepster party? come on down to liberty when it is a warm sunday. you're sure to see us out and about! 

also, this is the prepster anthem. well mine at least. what's yours?

Young Folks -Peter Bjorn and John

skirt: target

denim shirt: old navy

lace top: target

shoes: famous footwear

WEEKEND TRIP TO ST. GEORGE

kristin, colin, andrew and i fled the freezing cold abyss that is provo and headed south to warm st. george last weekend.

well, we didn't call it st. george when we were there. it was referred to as "st. geezy" as in street geezy. don't call it "saint geezy." if you do, your privileges of using our st. geezy slang will be revoked. st. geezy was described as "straight geezy" and you need to make sure you do not confuse the two. feel free to refer to awesome things as "straight geezy" you now have our permission to do it. maybe we can make it a new thing? you know, like "totes" and "cray cray"? let's make this happen.

 en route to st. geezy!

 we forgot kris and had to go back to get her... oops.

quick ice cream stop at the red barn. sooo good! and no, none of us are engaged/dating. the man taking the picture thought otherwise.

the car. so many rules made in this car that a post needs to be dedicated to it!

it's true. the wendy's tap water was that of celestial.

"hey lets jump in a freezing cold pool! that is a great way to have fun!" said no one. ever.

the watchmen.

proper temple attire, obviously.

on the steps of the famous st. george tabernacle.

she's my favorite.

best friends can be together forever, too!

afternoon sit with brigham young. or uncle george, depedning on who you speak to.

"oh uncle george, you are so funny!"

he's a great cuddler.

the lights went out in target. the zombie apocalypse is slowly coming forth.

drinking too much mexican coke. cafe rio- that's what's up!

 they bully me like the older brothers i never had. gotta love em!

 doesn't colin know he can't touch a girl's bun?!?! come on!

cray cray night up at dixie rock!

 "i'm on top of the world, aye! i'm on top of the world, aye!"

 no, we did not go to the restroom on top of the rock (despite what this looks like) we are preventing major wardrobe malfunctions.

 classic picture. we love wind, can't you tell?

 i spy with my little eye, the st. george temple!

and the picture that sums this weekend up:

who knew breakfast could be so humorous?

st. geezy, you were straight geezy. thanks for the laughs.

frolicking in floral

remember when you were in second grade and all of the hip girls had the lisa frank notebooks?! you know, the ones that had the cute polar bear with colorful penguins? the ones with white tigers who have a rainbow in the background?!?! wait, you don't remember? ......this is awkward.... 

well those notebooks are etched in my memory mainly because i lived for those notebooks (even though they barely stayed bound...ever.) what i am getting at is the other day i purchased floral pants and i finally feel like i am in the "in crowd" of college; just like i felt when my mother caved in and bought me those fabulously ghetto lisa frank notebooks. now i can be in cahoots with the rest of the stylin' women of BYU! look, i even am lounging like nobodies business. i guess i should be thanking my good friend, deon, for being the one who said i should buy them, :).

for those of you who knocked their heads and forgot every aspect of their childhood,

go here to see priceless images that will remind you of your youth.

let the reminiscing begin!

dream pick-up lines

BYU is the mecca of dating. end.of.story.


It's great, really. But with the multitude of glorious dating with handsome RMs comes the awkward "ask me out on a date" phase.
Come on boys... You can sooo tell that a female is into you when she asks where you went on your mission and once you tell her she replies with an, "OOO! How awesome! What language did you speak? Say something in enter foreign language for me!" *said in flirty, cooey voice*


So why can some of these boys men not catch the drift that we women put out?
The ones we want to ask us out rarely do, then we are left going out with the creepy guy that sits next to you in Honors Biology  who eats Cheddar Pringles during class then rubes his fingers on you thinking it is "flirtatious." i may or may not be speaking from experience...

I mean, I have a lot of things going against me.. Maybe that's why I am in this predicament. I am not obsessed with classic actresses like most, I enjoy science textbooks far too much, I watch romantic comedies pause them in order to comment on what is going on to myself, I refuse to follow the 5-second rule and I hate that waiting phase of asking out. Is there a place for me in this dating world?!?!

So here are my dream pick-up lines to use in order to avoid that dreaded phase:

• "Oh hey,wanna come to my apartment, make mac n' cheese and then watch Pride & Prejudice? I'll let you comment on Mr. Darcy the entire time."
• "Oh hey, wanna go to the mall, sit in the food court and people watch for an hour? Then we can hit up Sbarros pizza. I'll even get you a bread stick."
• "Oh hey, wanna go to the HBLL and actually study? We will go to the tiny nooks on the fourth floor and will only break once every two hours."
• "Oh hey, wanna have a movie night at my place where I'll invite all my friends and you can invite all of yours? Whoa, do you do your own nail art? It's so cool!"
• "Oh hey, do you want to see who can chug an entire water bottle in 30 seconds without stopping? I love how fresh your skin looks, by the way!"
• "Oh hey, do you want to help me plan a crazy, awesome prank on my roommate and then we will go get some frozen yogurt? Your blog is hilarious."
• "Oh hey, do you want to have a competition to see who can drive better with their knees?"

So until Mr. Casanova comes strolling along, using these lines, I will sit and watch Crazy, Stupid Love making sure I pause on that heavenly Ryan Gossling part.

Don't act like you don't know what part I am talking about. You know you liked it too.

happy thursday! {ed 6}

I think that we have reached that momentous point in our relationship where you all know by now of my deep love for Thursdays... (pssst... If you have already forgotten like that one time when you didn't bring me flowers on Valentine's day don't worry! Just click the words and BAM! your memory will come flashing back to you!) And as of late, this love has become even more bountiful in my heart due to the fact that Thursdays were my dearest friend, Christian, erm, I mean, Elder Sagers P-Day.  Is it coincidental that my all-time favorite day was turned into his preparation day? I think not. I believe their was an orchestrator to all of this whom so kindly planned it all out this way knowing that it would give me even something more to look forward to every Thursday!

Well, friends, this was Elder Sagers last P-day on a Thursday in the MTC as of now! (enter a deep exhale of sadness with the lower lip jutting out... Wait, this isn't gaining your sympathy?! It was always a charmer when I was 7!) He is off to Charlotte, North Carolina until he recieves his Visa then he will jet off to Sweden! I am bursting at the seams with happiness for this boy! I can't wait for him to get to Charlotte... But I cannot wait even more for him to finally get to the land of the Swedes! I also cannot wait to find out when his P-Day is so until I see his next email home I will re-read all of his previous emails to the point where I will be able to recite lines from them!  I mean... Umm...You know, to work on my Swedish... Ya, I'll go with that one.

NOW BACK TO THE SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING:

Current female crush:

Heather Dubrow.

The newest housewife to the cast of The Real Housewives of Orange County. (a.k.a my biggest indulgence!) Maybe I like her so much because she is the only one in the group that is anti-drama. Maybe it is because she sees through phony women in a blink of an eye (you know who you are, Alexis Bellino! *cough cough) Maybe it is is because she is a woman of class who chooses sophistication over the usual-how do I say this without offending someone.... trashy and overdone O.C. ways. Or maybe it is because she is the only brunette of the group. Us brunettes gotta stick together...

Current male crush:

Liam Neeson.

This man is amazing. AHHH-MAAAYYY-ZIIIING! Not only is he an excellent actor, father, philathropist and forever hottie, but this man is a widower which has my heart swell for him. He is so strong and so suave. I really cannot get enough. For pete sakes, he fought Alaskan wolves in his last movie... WITH HIS BARE HANDS! I think it is safe to say based on his movie career that no one messes with Liam; NO ONE... not even wolves.

Current tune:

For what it's worth by Buffalo Springfield.

I don't think anything I say could make this classic even better than it already is... So I will leave you with that^^.

Current quote:

"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”

-Kahili Gilbran

Wise, wise words Mr. Gilbran.

HAPPY THURSDAY!
**I know I promised in my last post that my next post (which would be this one if you are having a hard time keeping up...) would be part 2 of mine and Christian's adventure. Hold on tight, dear friends! You will have to exert that patience that mommy dearest taught you all when you were kiddos! Wait, she never did? You never heard "patience is a virtue"?! Oooookay, this is awkward....

where's the bowling alley food?!

Remember my dearest best friend who is now a missionary almost in Sweden, Christian?! Because I sure do!

Golly gee, not a day passes that I do not think of his HILLL-ARRRR-IIII-OUS sense of humor (boy oh boy did he always have me a laughin'! And let me tell you folks, I have a particular taste of funny that he knows all too well!) his always-to-dapper clothing choices (we always got looks walking around and all the glory goes dear Christian. Although I have to say our stylish manners complimented one another :}) his sweet and sincere personality that was a constant source of companionship (I sure do miss our Friday nights that involved use swapping our favorite music videos and *a baked good made by yours truly was always thrown into the mix!) I also miss his **handsome face. Sigh...But that is beyond the point... Another sigh...
sorryicannothelpmyself.

Gee-wilikers! I sure went off on a tangent! Anywho, what was I saying?! Ahh yes! Christian. Chrrrriiiissstiannn! (I'm about to start again, aren't I?! Goodness gracious Emily! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!) Deep breath.... Focus, Emily, Foooo-Cuss. Okay. I'm back and ready!

I had a walk-down-memory-lane moment where I stumbled upon these gems from a day back in early February. Me and my roommate Sheri were completley, out-of-our mind bored (because the fast-paced life of a BYU student is so blase, right?! KIDDING!) and decided to live on the edge! Our idea of living on the edge was staying in PJs all day long with no make-up. By 4 O'clock our day of livin' on the wild side was getting a bit...how do I say this...boring? So we threw on some clothes, refused to put on make-up (quite liberating!) and fast-tailed our way to Christian's apartment. I stood out in front of his kitchen window, called him, proceeded to see him answer the phone (I am so creepy, it is slighty comical.. Give me some sympathy laughs as you say to yourself, "WOOOW! What a bonafide creeper/peeping Tom! Get a life and stop looking in boy's windows!") and told him to come on down and come bowling with us! And of course, he agreed, making this day one for the books! Or for the blog... Whatev. I'm done.

HOLD THE PHONE! DON'T CALL THE FASHION POLICE! LET ME EXPLAIN!

In threw on knee-high boots in our fast-paced dressing to get out the door and put these bad boys on because 1)they are warm and cozy and my feet cannot stand the Utah, February chill and 2)no one sees your socks in knee-high boots! Or so I thought....
Once I took off my boots and realized what choice of sock I had on I decided to throw caution to the wind and said "AWW SHUCK! CARPE DIEM, YA'LL!"

Another explanation: My true colors were shown (literally and figuratively! Look at my red face! Jeepers, acne cream! You've turned me into a cherry-faced freak!) and my competitive-win-at-all-cost-even-if-that-means-shouting-at-Christian-for-getting-a-better-score-than-me came out to play.

Despite my heinous look of horror and Christian's look of half-surprise-half-what-the-heck-am-I-doing-here-with-this-freak, this picture makes oh so unbelievably happy. One heck of a team we are, him and I. One heck of a team...

Even though Christian (or should I now refer to him as his new moinker, Elder Sagers oo-la-la!) beat all of us I still had an excellent time livin' life on the wild side! You know, it isn't that often that I put my planner down and decide partake in an un-penned activity!

............I also still believe he cheated because he was enrolled in a bowling class that semester.

There is only one way to solve this debacle... REMATCH... IN TWO YEARS! Be prepared, buddy boy, I'm coming back with a vengance!

Tune into my next post to find out what we did once we finished bowling. And let me tell you, our activity was definitely one to remember hehehehehehehehehehehehe! I must have you all hanging off the edge of your seats with you mouths watering for me to tell you what this little inside joke is! Don't I? DON'T I?!?!

*I have come to the realization that Christian and his roommates only loved me for my skills in the kitchen... Every day I seemed to bake something new then send it on over to his apartment! He fully believed that it was my plan to plump him up before his mission with my delectable, sugary, homemade-and-straight-from-the-heart baked goods. But even with that thought he didn't let that get in the way of eating them though... (BWHAHAHAHA! enter evil laugh as I spin in my swivel chair with my fingers tapping one another!)

**Much respect/gratitude to Brother and Sister Sagers for having such a looker of a son! 

Coming Clean:

I have some things to admit.

 You know how things work here. We're all friends, we don't judge, we have open minds.

Ke$ha has been my biggest fan during finals week. This song has been my pump-up jam before I take a final.

I don't know how you do it, Ke$ha, but somehow your words radiate to my soul...

(My favorite part is when she commands us to "go insane, go insane. throw some glitter, make it rain on 'em!!!")

I have been far too distracted by my nails the past two days. Every time I get bored of studying, I just stare at the glitter for fifteen minutes and BAM! I am ready to study again!

Preeeeetttttyyy collllloooooorssss.

I have a new-found crush on Dr. Dre.

Don't ask questions. Just admire.

I almost wept sweet, sweet tears last night when Lara and I watched Mean Girls.

I hadn't seen it in so long, yet I knew every.single.line. I even knew the pauses and song entrances. Kind of embarrassing you say? NO. KIND OF AWESOME!

Go on, give into temptation, stop studying for finals for a bit and watch this and say the lines along with me.

youknowyouwantto.

And my last confession of the day (which is the one I am the most ashamed of...)

is that for thirty miuntes this afternoon **I was distraught due to the fact the lady at Subway got my order wrong.

Seriously Subway? You lied to me. You told me I could have it MY WAY. And you lied, YOU LIED TO ME.

** I promise that I normally do not let that phase me, but I become an animal come final time. Word to the wise: stay clear.

Hey, I Think You're Pretty Awesome...

To you, Lara Schaumann for finding humor in my just-woken sense of delusion and me knocking into inanimate objects in our kitchen.

To you, 2 hour, late night boy talks with my beautiful neighbors.

To you, the people who wait for the little things because it will be "better when it actually happens." You know why I am thanking you, :)

To you, homemade buttermilk syrup that I made at 2 this morning. Nothing quite says "I love you, roommates" like having them wake up to that sugary substance. (Good luck on finals girls!)

To you, answers in the back of the book. You make my roommates' life thaaaat mush more easy; and by default mine as well.

To you, Ingrid Michaelson for always providing the opportunity to make up a love story where I am the female lead and a certain someone is Prince Charming in my head whenever one of your songs comes on.

To you, 47th ward who never failed to make my Sundays grand.

To you, whomever it was that sent off floating, lit lanterns taken from Tangled last night. It was sure romantic... Me and Sheri sure loooooved watching them; then we realized that we had no boys to watch it with and then it got awkward.

And to you, roommates who sing Wicked at the top of their lungs with me after Sunday dinner. With you guys, defying gravity is completely attainable (especially because our voices break all the barrier this world has. SORRY NEIGHBORS!)

You make my world brighter. You make me want to dance. And I think you're pretty awesome.

Insane in the Membrane.

Maybe because it is finals.

Maybe because I really haven't had a real night of sleep in ages.

Maybe it is because I am a crazy college freshman.

Maybe it is because I was born that way

but I have been feeling a little delusional lately.

(Probably because I was born that way...)

Instead of studying (yeah, still haven't done much since my last attempt.)

I have been wasting my precious time adding pictures to my "Funny & Dat Cool stuff" album on my computer. (YES. That is the actual name of a picture album in my computer. Don't judge, we are all friends here!)

Here are just a few, more than you'd like to see  some of my favorites.

 I imagine that his name is Fonzie. It makes this picture thaaaaat much better.

 A gem from here. Maybe if I focused like him these finals wouldn't be so tough.

 My face on every single rollercoaster.

 If my son brought his school picture back and he looked like this, I would be so unbelievably happy. You.don't.even.know. 

 

 Reason #47 as to why the brim goes in the front.

 Cannibalism is always funny;especially when a cutie like this does it.

 Looking into my soul.

Apparently they aren't too big of fans, either...

Learn some manners Aragon, gosh!

Seriously, R-Patz. You ain't foolin' nobody!

My wish, for all of you.

My life would be complete if they ceased to make music. Seriously.

 Amen, amen sister.

 My relflexes are at all time highs when this comes on. I don't think I ever move as fast as i do when i see this.

 Poor thing....

Obviously this teacher has NO SENSE OF HUMOR! C'mon now. Lighten up sista!

 So much more enjoyable when said in a high pitched voice.

 I've yet to see an attractive pre-sneeze face.

 I only wish to be as fierce as him. One day... One day.

 It's crazy to see how much a girl can change...

 Seriously Rachel McAdams? You are SO UNGRATEFUL!

Gets me every time!

This is Harry's world and we are all just living in it!

They aren't so scary after all!

OKAY. I'M FINISHED.

If you didn't laugh at those there is no way we could ever get along!

I'm serious.

If you are in need of a good laugh, just go here. I get a little slap-happy and post more than I should....

 No need to thank me. You're laughs are more than sufficient!