Familia

Today I was thinking about how much I LOVE my family!! I honestly think I must've won the lottery in the Pre-Existence or something like that! Everyone already knows who everyone in my family is, but here's a little heads up just in case.

Daddy (44): More commonly known as Bishop Regis, or the Bish for short, my daddy is awesome!! He loves to do things outdoors and being active. His new obsessions are Chuck and fishing. He also has an incredible singing voice and sang me to sleep often when I was a child. The thing I love most about him is how he is such a great example. He's so honest and hardworking and genuine.

Mommy (Forever 29): An optimistic alto and her kidneys are just fine. She's giggly and my best friend. Sometimes it's hard to remember who is the fifteen-year-old with her, but we always have a TON of fun. She's the coolest mom on the planet (and I'm not just saying that so I can get a later curfew). What other mom lets her fifteen year old daughter snuggle with her when she has a bad dream?

Clarke (27): My big brother, I love love love him. He's the best listener and he's so nice!!! He's really athletic and he has a great sense of humor.

Kate (20): For those of you who know of my love for Full Metal Alchemist, Azu Manga Daioh, and Ouran High Host Club, you can attribute all that to my big sissie Tatherine. She's the one who gives me the tips on good anime and good books. You can always find her with her nose in a book or her iPod in, jamming out to some tunes. She's quirky and Katie and I love her for it.

Amy (almost 19): One sentence needed: She is the Anne to my Helen. Okay, so I only need one sentence, but I can't leave it at just that! She's hilarious and beautiful and an amazing singer and artist. Amy always knows how to make people feel comfortable and is the best friend in the world. She's so comfortable with who she is and she's very accepting of others. She's also probably the most gorgeous person I have seen in real life.

Lisser (17): Oh Kevie. Melissa is the closets to perfect a person can be without living in the City of Enoch. She's so sweet and kind and helpful. She's also so responsible it almost makes me sick. I thought teenagers were supposed to be flighty and self-absorbed!! She's an amazing volleyball player and she loves it! She always comes home and shows me her sweet bruises, scrapes, scars and other battle wounds. She lets me goof off with her and she's my best friend. I love having our weekly sister lunches.

T-Man (almost 14): Either Thomas has been hunching over for the past thirteen years, or he's suddenly a giant!! Everywhere I look, he's inhaling food, and then poof! he's grown another inch. He makes me feel short. I'm 5'8. That's hard to do. He's a sweetheart who can tell you anything you want to know about computers, Zelda, X-Men, or anything else of that sort. A self-proclaimed geek, he's a typical little brother, and I couldn't love him more for it.

Marco (6): My baby. He's the cuddliest puppy in the world, and he's mine. He snuggles with me and listens to me and is always there. I even wrote a poem about him!! I love him more than anything else.

Thanks for bearing with me. I really really love my family and they're the most important thing in the world to me besides my religion. I don't know what I would do without them. I LOVE THEM!!!!!!

xoxo
emily

P.S. Pictures to follow later!!!

Feeling Guilty. . .

I feel bad. I never write in my blog. And when I do, it's short and pointless. So, now I will write a LOOONG meaningful entry. Okay, I lied. I won't. Today was the end of 3rd term, so it meant to things: 1) Only one more term till summer!!! 2) No school today!!! Today, I had a total blast. The day started out with sleeping in and just got better. I went with Tiffany and Chandler to do a photo shoot for Tiff's photography class. We went down to Main Street and took 260 pictures!!! It was way fun. There was a ton of cool architecture and crumbly brick walls and stuff. I had no idea what I was doing, but Chandler's pictures turned out really cute! If you want to check out a few, they're up on Tiff's blog, www.tiffanysue14.blogspot.com . They're totally awesome!

Afterwards, we went back to Tiffany's house and got ready for our MINI SPIRIT BOWL SHINDIG!!!! It was totally fun. The party guests consisted of Tiffany, Chandler, Me, Hayden, Mco, Quinn, Nicole, and Hanna. And Stupidity. First, we had a mashed potato eating contest, won by yours truly. It was so hard! No one could even finish the huge scoop Tiff plopped on their plates. I only won because I was the last person to say "I quit!" It was a blast, but I don't think I'll be able to eat mashed potatoes for a few years! Then we attempted to do this game where you ate through a bowl of spaghetti mixed with peanut butter, chocolate syrup, and maple syrup. You were supposed to eat it until you found starbursts hidden inside, but it smelled so nasty that no one could even try. Finally, me, Chandler, and Tiffany decided just to take a little bite to see if it was bad. How bad was it? Let's put it this way: No one could even swallow. We all spat it out in the sink. Next came Root Beer Pong!!! The nonalcoholic version of the traditional game. Chandler almost cried every time she had to swig another glass of Root Beer. It was quite funny. We played girls vs. boys, and the girls lost. After that we played "I Have Never" with marshmallows. We'd go in a circle and everyone would say something they'd never done, and if you had done it, you had to put a marshmallow in your mouth, but you weren't allowed to chew. Chandler ended up with probably six marshmallows in her mouth. One by one, everyone had to run outside and spit them out. It was disgusting. Then we all just chilled and played "I Have Never" for a while until everyone went home. All in all, a pretty amazing day, although I kind of wish more people could have come. I'm glad I have such awesome friends!!!

xoxo
emily

Sick. . . bleh

I. Hate. Being. Sick. I'm so lonely and bored! Basically I've just been sitting around my house doing nothing. I can't wait until Lisser comes home so I can make her play with me. Well, just whining for a second.
xoxo
emily

How Easy to Lose Oneself

I used to know who I was.
I used to be able to say "I am Emily Regis."
Now when I try, my voice comes up at the end, as if I'm questioning who I am.
Which is exactly what I'm doing.
I am Emily Regis?

It started a while ago. I started to conform.
My sister says I should wear my hair like this.
My mom says to wear a touch of makeup.
My friends tell me not to wear heels; I'm tall enough already.
The world tells me not to wear overalls, no matter how comfortable they may be.

My peers tell me to talk this way.
Magazines tell me to dress that way.
Society tells me to act this way.

When it first began, I told myself:
I'm still Emily Regis, even if I don't wear a rainbow of fingernail plish.
I'm still Emily Regis, even if I start wearing matching clothes.
I'm still me.

Then, when I got so caught up that I couldn't keep my heard about water,
I thought of that line from Hitch.

You are a very loose term right now.
Definition? You can be you again when you stop being you.

Now I sit and think to myself
Who am I?
Who is Emily Regis?
and I don't know.
and I don't find out.
Conforming is like an addiction.
You can stop, but it's dang hard.

Today, I may take a step.
Today, I may wear an off center pony tail.
Not quite centered, not quite a side pony.
Just lost, somewhere in the middle.
Like me.

No matter how lonely. Meanwhile, the world keeps turning.

Impossible, yet probable.
As shade as night,
as clear as a June sky.
Logic says yes.

I say no.

How can the world keep turning? How can the sun keep rising? Don't they know? Are they not aware? Or maybe, most likely, they don't care enough to alter their patterns, to alert the world. I am obsolete. Why should the sun and the moon and the clouds care? Why should they sob, feel their breath catch in their throats, feel their eyes burn with unshed tears as mine do? My own personal world shatters.
Things fall apart.
The centre cannot hold.
Chaos. Confusion. No order, no light, just swimming. Just swimming and sinking and gulping it in. There's spinning and my heard hurts. It's spinning too fast, too harsh, too painful. Time to stop. Time to STOP. I feel no desire to cry, just to scream. To scream and scream and scream until there is no more air to swallow and my lungs collapse upon themselves. Maybe if I rest a minute, lay my head upon something stable, concrete, sold. A constant. A surety. Reliable.
But I can't. My constant is gone.
Just like the sun and the air and the walls. Like the sky and sound and gravity. Reason is gone and emotion is gone. Music and electricity and the journal beside my bed are gone. All is gone.
But me.
I am here.



Okay, this is a piece from Creative Writing again. It's an emotional prose. I've found it's easier to write emotional pieces when I'm bored and not feeling very much emotion. Strange, huh?

Maybe I'm not so bad after all. . .

In Creative Writing, we had to write this poem about how good we are because we don't do bad. It was actually pretty fun. My friend Rachel and I had a blast coming up with different things that we've never done. My list had things like: I've never falsely called 911, sold my soul to the devil, stolen my neighbor's mail, filled my brother's shoes with toothpaste, changed the language on my mother's cell phone, or bitten my sister on Christmas. Oh, wait, maybe I HAVE done that last one. Whoops. We also had to write three flashes based on a quote. I chose one from Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. It was swell.
In other news, I had my very first Girl's Camp Stake Meeting today!! Our stake theme is "O what songs of the heart" and each ward had to come up with a musical. We, due to my superior intellect in the area of musicals -that's a joke ladies and gentlemen- chose The Little Mermaid, my all time favorite movie. I'm so psyched!!
Also, I talked to Rachel today and we decided that we need to get together and make a Barbie movie. But that's another story.
Peace and love.
xoxo
emily