What kind of people am I working with?!

I work at Office Depot, and I love every minute of it. No okay, that isn't true, but I will try and love it until I get to move onto something better. Anyway, while I was ringing someone up, a woman commented to me, "2000 dollar shopping spree?! I could never spend that much money in an hour."
And I looked at her with a raised eyebrow that said, 'Really? Are you serious?' but said out loud, "Really? Are you serious?"
I think anyone, a WOMAN especially could spend 2000 dollars in an hour, and to prove it, I am going to spend 2000 imaginary dollars right now, on this blog.
All my shopping will be, of course, virtual, and will be done on-line.
I am a world class shopper.
Okay. I'm going to wait until 10:30, just to make the time even, that's five minutes, so hold on a second...I'm not cheating, I swear. I'm on facebook.

My buddy Corey is going to do this as well. He is a guy, so it will give a new perspective. Alright, here I go.

Alright, my first item was at bestbuy.com. It was a Dell- Studio Laptop with Intel Core 2 Duo whatever whatever. I bought it because it was flamingo pink. It was 749 after taxes. Awesome. The bestbuy website isn't loading right now, so I'm moving on.

Next I went to borders.com and bought Seasons 1-4 of CSI: New York (I loooove CSI). My total was $233.96
My time is 10:39

At Charlotte Russe (yes, I love it), I spent $223.91 on shoes. And that's it.
Now it's 10:47. I've spent $1206.87. Excellent.

At Forever21.com I just spent $827.93 on tops, pants, jewlery, shoes, bags, and accesories.
Its 11:09 now. And I went over limit. But I'm not taking anything virtually back, I'll pay for it with my own virtual cash. My total came to $2034. 80. Out of pocket I would pay $34.80. Not bad, I got about twenty new pairs of shoes, a new laptop, about a hundred shirts (seriously, why can't this be real? I'm depressed now), new hair pieces, ten pairs of pants, three pairs of shorts, two skirts, three purses, and various pieces of jewlery and hair clips. Niiiiice.

Anyway, this was enjoyable for me, I hope you enjoyed watching me spend virtual money.
Oh, and Corey's spending spree took all of four minutes. He bought a 2000 puppy.

-Embee

Romance is Dead

Proof: Tonight my boyfriend wanted to have sex. I was chilling in bed, watching the daily show, and he had just gotten out of the shower (are you cringing yet Cindy?). Anyway, he pulls off the blanket and says, "Lets do this thing!"

Yes. That is what he said.
Did we have sex while Chevelle played in the background? Yes. Was it romantic? No.
This brings me to the point that after the first six months relationships stop being romantic, and start being comfortable. And when that happens you may find yourself excited about cuddling on the sofa watching your boyfriend shoot germans OR you start imaging having a strange fling with the technology expert at work.
Yeaaah, you decide which one is me (I'll give you a hint, both).

Anyway, anyone catch Angelina's dress at the SAG awards? She had it one backwards, to make it appear more blousey...now...I'm not expert (I am), but if I had a body like Angelina, I would not wear a dress with a PLUNGLING neckline backwards (I would wear nothing and let Zachary Quinto lick carmel off of me).

Anyway, to wrap this up...Chaetophobia is the fear of hair...hmm...

-Embee

What a Cheesy Question...

Well, you technically could take cheese into a foreign country, but you might not make it out of the airport... You could certainly have it in your carryon, but... when you get to another country you go through Customs and tell them important shit you brought (like food, seeds... idk...) Anyway, certain countries don't allow certain things. My guess would be that cheese is one of those things due to regulation of commerce. Cheese is something that is a big export or import for some countries and they don't want you bringing or taking large quantities to make your own profit. I remember getting off the plane in Chicago from Ireland and a girl told them she brought Wild Flower seeds... by the way they reacted, you'd have thought she said she brought back a big bottle of Anthrax...

On a much more interesting note... I have a date this weekend. I'm traveling 4 hours home to St. Louis to go on it, but by the way he's talking it up, I have a feeling it will be worth it. This guy, Andrew, is amazing. We dated for a short period of time over winter break, nothing official, but still awesome. The morning I left he surprised me at my front door at 8 am (When I was planning to leave) with a rose and a teddy bear.

To all who say Romance is Dead...

HAHA!

You found me!

Hm...
Resume style again? I think so!
My name is Marybeth, and you can call me Marybeth, even though Cindy will call me Mary, and slut...you cannot!
I live near St. Louis, but not exactly in it...more like in a nicer suburb in West County.
I have a dog, her name is Colbie, and a job at Office Depot (hell), and a boyfriend.
I'm going to college, for nursing, but I think I just realized I don't want to work 12 hour shifts...or have people throwing up all over me.
Anyway, that's about it. I can't think of what else really to say, so here's a question for Cindy: Can you take cheese into a foreign county.

Mm...enjoy!
-Embee

Getting... Started?

Well, I believe that the best way to start this shit is with an introduction... or two.

I am Cynthia (though Marybeth will consistently refer to me as "Cindy," you are not allowed to)... not exactly new to blogging, but new to sharing one. Pretty excited about though, can't lie. 

Let's see... The basics, I suppose, are that I'm a 20 year old Vocal Music Major at Truman State University in Kirksville, MO. I work as a mentor for younger majors for no money... it's what they call a "scholarship job" where they make you earn the money you earned :D So, because of that and other things, I have no time for a paying job (even if it was possible to find one) and therefore have no money. I'm in APO (Alpha Phi Omega) a co-ed service fraternity, which I pledged last semester. This semester I'm "taking a little." which should be awesome. I'm actually co-bigging with my friend Patrick. It was kind of a rash last minute decision we made at tonight's meeting. This week is actually rush week, so I should have "little" info within a week or so. I'm also the Social Chair of College Libertarians. It's pretty awesome. Planning parties and events for a bunch of free-thinking pot heads is always a blast. :D Honestly, I think William (an ex of mine) and I are the only two in the group that don't smoke pot. I've never even tried it. My schedule is pretty hectic, and I don't make it home to St. L very often because of that, which sucks. I love the city, and being in Kirksville, is obviously out of my comfort zone.

Since this all sounds sickly like a resumé (to somewhere where they don't care if your friends are pot heads?) I'm going to wrap it up a bit with some random odd memories.

I get lost (by my own doing or others) a lot. And here is proof.

This summer I travelled with other members in Cantoria (a choir I'm in) to Ireland and London on tour. While in Dublin, my friend Jamie and I got terribly lost and separated from our group, thus wondering the streets aimlessly until we ran into a group of guys (also tourists, from Manchester, Eng. on a Bachelor Party Trip-- yeah... I wish I could afford a party in another country! lol.) that we recognized from the bar the night before... they pointed us in the "right" direction and we were on our way... not. We seriously wasted most of the day traveling up and down the same few roads as though it were a never-ending repetitive box that we couldn't escape. Seen Pleasantville? yeah... "What's beyond Main Street?" .... nothing...

I was accidentally kidnapped early this year... I was so scared that I was shaking. I was part of a "float" for the local parade (I got guilted into it...) and when I say "float" I mean creepy local old man's pick up truck with some signs on it and me dressed (poorly) as Lady Liberty in the bed. My friends were walking along side the truck and my only job was to hope my torch arm didn't fall off before the end of the parade. (That thing gets heavy!) So, we reach the end of the parade and old-man-creepster FORGETS I'm in the back (I couldn't jump out because of the signs) and starts driving off... I first of all, fell on my ass from the sudden momentum, and then kneeled back up to see NONE of my friends paying attention. I yelled at the man driving, but he apparently had the radio on and couldn't hear me. So I just sat there... and sat there... and sat there... until the guy pulled into his drive way got out and I was like "HELLO!?" ...... it was so creepy... because then I had to spend the whole trip back sitting next to him. You have no idea how creepy this guy actually is. That's why I like the city... people might not be trustworthy... but they're at least normal. lol.

Well... that's about all I feel like putting. My life in a nutshell.... really just my college life in a nutshell.

I'll let Marybeth finish boring you and then we'll start the real posting :D

one last thing (sorry :D) I very much like photography, but even more so enjoy photo editing. So, whenever I feel like it, I may leave you with a photo I took or edited and in this case, both.