miss emma.

my life seems to be just a comedy of errors and a series of unfortunate events lately. and i'm learning to laugh at it. not only just laugh at it, but really seriously think it's comical that the most disastrous things happen to me and all consecutively.

like how i've been late to school both days this week and that sets my day off with stress because i hate being late and then i'm antsy and distracted and my anxiety levels are off the charts.

i was sitting next to my new friend will in class yesterday, and he reached over to me and put his hand on my hand and said "hey, calm down it's going to be okay."

apparently i was bouncing my leg and sighing so heavily that he could feel my stress.

or how about when my missionary decides that he's focusing too much on me and has too many emotions for me and so we can't write anymore? awesome. freakin' awesome. thanks.

or how about this morning, when i tried to put on my hudsons, but low and behold they fit not-so-cute because i am bloated like a balloon while on my period and everything looks terrible and all i want to wear is sweats for the next four days.

or how about when my sister tells me that i am going to become nothing more than a "babymaker." that's always fun to hear.

or how about diligently reading my living prophets text books and then failing the quizzes on the subject.

excuse me?

i may not be a spiritual scholar but i like to think i'm pretty bright. i can read some material and get an A no problem typically, but with this living prophets stuff i just can't win and it's depressing.

these are just some of the unfortunate things that have happened to me in the past two days. i could list more, but i am tired.

my attempt to remedy these hardships include retail therapy and homemade rolls with cinnamon honey butter from texas roadhouse.

ask me if i care how many calories are in a roll and ask me if i care about racking up my credit card bill.

because no, i really really don't.

another remedy, a bit of comic relief, is that some genius up in provo has started a gossip girl. for those of you poor souls who are unaware of what a gossip girl is, it's someone who anonymously sends out mass texts full of drama and gossip. no one knows who the provo gossip girl is, and i am loving every bit of it.

this morning, while in book of mormon class, i received this:

"gossip girl here and it looks like it's party time. welcome to the club big d, who's for dessert tonight? all things devine? or do old habits die hard, e?"

for those of you who aren't up to speed on my social life, today was david's birthday, he is big d, our friend kait is referenced with devine, and i am e.

this text was sent out to 30+ people.

i love it.