Yawn.

I don't yawn, for the record. But that's beside the point.

The other night I was pretending to be sleepy, because yes, I do that a lot, and I yawned.

And my mom started laughing at me.

I didn't understand. What was so funny about my yawn?

All I did was say honk-shoo.

Doesn't everybody yawn like that?

Apparently not. 

Apparently that's something I made up when I was little.

And my mom thinks it's funny.

Don't worry, I know what you're probably thinking right now.

Honk-shoo.

Was I right?

Braaaaiiiiins

Mine don't work.

No, seriously, I think I have issues up in the noggin.

That would explain why I forget to post on here for weeks at a time.

Other than that, my brain just randomly puts thoughts into my head that don't really relate to what I'm doing. Or where I am. Or anything, for that matter.

Lately, there's been a surge of notes on facebook where people share thirty random facts that you never knew about them, and probably never wanted to know.

And because sharing this kind of unnecessary information happens to be my specialty, I shall do so here.

1. I want to be fluent in as many languages as possible. Namely French, Italian, and Russian.

2. I always think that grass is softer than it actually is. Therefore, my special little fantasy of laying in a field of grass and looking for bunnies in the sky is never actually going to be as glorious as I would like it to be.

3. I hate crying. If there was one human trait that I could train myself against, it would be that.

4. When I grow up, I want to drink wine. Mostly because of all the cute stuff you can put on the bottles.

5. I think I have a mini philosopher living in my head. He likes thinking deep thoughts at inappropriate times,

6. I really wish I could have plain, straight-across bangs. But with my hair, it never works out.

7. One of the hardest things for me to do is not make plans. I would love to just take a year and travel, go places without any destination or plans, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to bring myself to do it.

8. I want to be in movies. Not for the fame or the fortune, but because I'm fascinated by the whole system.

9. I'm constantly comparing our modern world with that of the past.

10. I'm a terrible artist. Yet somehow, I can do decent hair and makeup. I wonder how that is?

11. I want to be a journalist when I grow up. Although I'm fairly convinced that given a cape and a tiara, I could save the world.

12. Jewelry makes me happy. Therefore, I have massive amounts of it.

13. Robes are the most frustrating piece of clothing ever. They never stay were you want them to.

14. I wish my life was a musical. Then, when I broke out in song, people wouldn't give me funny looks.

15. I love my brother. I like to make fun of him, and write things like "I smell like poopy butt" in his notes, but I still love him.

16. I'm not an excruciatingly social person. If a relationship is taking more energy than it's worth, I don't bother with it.

17. I could fill my wardrobe with lace, pearls, and vintage and be happy for an eternity.

18. Audrey Hepburn is one of my favorite actresses, even though I've only seen a couple of her movies.

19. I thoroughly enjoy brutal video games. In a world as selectively sheltered as today's, everybody needs a little harmless violence.

20. Only my true friends have seen the full spectrum of my emotions and still love me for it. And trust me, that spectrum is broad.

21. I hate sell-outs. As soon as a book or movie or something gets too ridiculously popular, I don't like it anymore.

22. Historical fiction is my nerdy pleasure. I just spent a whole weekend doing nothing but playing historical fiction video games, reading historical fiction books, and watching historical fiction movies. Don't judge.

23. Judgers be haters. Naw, I'm just kidding. I judge all the time.

24. Snow globes are my pride and joy.

25. I laugh to myself in public. I can't help it.

26. I have a box in my room called "Le boite de penser". I have vowed to never put anything in it, as I have painted the words "don't you wonder why it's empty?" on the inside.

27. As much as I sometimes want to punch people in the head and banish them to Iceland, I don't really hate anybody.

28. I have slight o.c.d. about things being even.

29. I've seen each of the Lord of the Rings movies at least 25 times.

30. I'm a star whiner. Just ask my family. I am Emma, the Queen of Whining.

31. Yeah, I'm cool, I'm doing thirty-one.
             I'm kind of a jerk sometimes, because I find it more virtuous to simply share what you're thinking and be truthful than to search too hard for an overly tactful way to share your thoughts, and in effect not actually share them.

There. I bet you know way more about me than you ever needed to. Either that, or you are deeply intrigued and are now seriously contemplating being my stalker. If the first, I apologize for using up your ever so precious time. If the second, I don't blame you. I would too.

Do I Need Counseling for That?

I have a problem.

I have separation anxiety.

Not from people, though. From movies. Or T.V. shows.

I have this nasty little habit of watching every single special feature on the last disk before I have the heart to take the bloody thing out and put it back in its case.

It's not such a bad habit, actually. I rather enjoy it. One can gain so much insight into the actors and the workings of the show by watching the behind-the-scenes interviews.

And behind-the-scenes documentaries.

And previews.

And gag reels.

And deleted scenes.

And bonus content.

There is so much to be learned and so much appreciation to be gained through watching these special features. Trust me, I would know.

I just finished the first season of Chuck, which my lovely brother was kind enough to get me addicted to. And even though I only had one episode left when I sat down to watch it, I didn't get back up until about two hours later.

My butt fell asleep.

And even when I finished them all, I still couldn't take the disk out.

Instead, I watched the gag reel a second time.

What? It was funny.

Watering the... Snow?

It's finally turning into winter in lovely old Colorado.

Mind you, I'm not complaining. I much prefer the sunshine to the frosty wind.

But the fact remains that the temperature has indeed dropped.

All I heard in the hallways today was "Snow?"

"Hey, did you know it's gonna snow soon?"

"Man, I hope it snows today."

"I can't wait for the snow. SKI SEASON BABY!"

So why was it that when I left my house for the show tonight, I heard the sound of water pounding on the pavement?

It wasn't rain. And it certainly wasn't snow.

Judging from the fact that only one area of the road even appeared to be wet at all, I would say that the mysterious precipitation wasn't even coming from the sky.

And that's when I realized.

The buildings across the street were running their sprinklers. In 30 degree weather.

What exactly were they hoping to accomplish?

And judging by the outdoor situation that will be descending on us in the next few days, the only reasonable goal they could possibly hope to accomplish would be to freeze up their pipes.

If that was in fact their goal, then bravo, ladies and gentlemen. The ETA for your accomplishment should be about three days, tops.

Congratulations. You're an idiot.

Talent

I often find myself wondering if I actually have any talent. It's almost impossible to tell for yourself how convincing your acting really is. So many times I find myself doubting.

And then I watch somebody who is truly bad.

And my faith is restored.

Like last night. I went to Mines to see my bro in a play, which, by the way, he was fantastic in.

But that cannot be said for all of them.

Like the girl with the poofy ponytail.

Umm, hello? It's the 1940's. Or something like that. Maybe 1930's. Or 50's. Whatever.

Point being, NO PONYTAIL. Especially not for you. Because your hair is ugly.

But I'm being petty. It wasn't just her appearance that was painful to the senses. Allow me to ellucidate.

She sucked.

I mean, awful. Bad, bad, bad. Poo.

For one thing, she was always smiling. So as soon as she came on stage, you saw her weird little smile lurking on her face, like it knew it wasn't really supposed to be there but it didn't have anywhere better to go.

Sometimes, though, her smile disappeared. 

It was replaced by her butt.

Here's how a typical scene would go: She would come onstage crying about the dead body or whatever (I mean come on, everybody else can hold it together, you silly maid), and while she was making these awful noises, the awkward little smile on her face would twist the noises until they sounded like she was crying into a vuvuzela.

A soon as she got the front of the stage, she would turn to face the actors. Meaning turning away from us.

So not only did we get to listen to the pathetic noises coming out of her inappropriately expressive mouth, we got to look at her backside as well.

Talk about best of both worlds, right?

Oh wait, wrong expression. I meant worst.

Thank god I'm not that bad.

Oh, I forgot to mention...

She lisped.

Them Crazy Russians

So I really should be doing homework right now, but this was just too good to pass up.

Thanks to Xbox LIVE's new partnership with ESPN, I have been opened up to a whole new world of entertainment.

I am talking, my friends, about Russian hockey.

If you thought that American hockey players were angry, just wait until you see the Russians.

They're angry genetically. Then add the fact that they're playing hockey, and, well...

It's entertaining. To say the least.

But that's not the best part.

It's in Russia, right? So all of the dialogue boxes are in Russian, the sportscasters are speaking Russian, it's all so very, well, Russian.

But what do they play during the time out breaks?

Lady Gaga and Katy Perry.

In their Russian little world, they blast from their speakers none other than the classic representation of the American pop world.

Oh, you silly Russians. We thought you were just angry, but it turns out you have a soft spot for eccentric female pop singers, even though you can't understand a word they're saying.

I guess we really couldn't read your poker face.