My Life Be Like...AHHHHH!

Well judging by how the first few hours of this day have gone I'm guessing this week is gonna suck. So this morning I had to go to the DMV to renew my drivers license, that meant getting up earlier to waste money and time driving up to North Orem. On my way there I realized I had no make-up on, but decided that I didn't care about my classmates or coworkers opinions. Once I arrived at the counter it hit me-I was renewing my license which meant a new picture. A few days ago I was excited about the chance to get rid of my 15 year old face on my license, but in that moment I wanted to run away. Not that I'm an overly vain person, but we all want to look at least presentable when we get our picture taken. My hair looked like I was on my way to the gym (which is some what true because I am going at 7 tonight) and my face was "I just rolled out of bed" fresh. But I wasn't going to prolong this any longer so I sucked it up and smiled for the camera hoping that it wouldn't be that bad. I mean I've had pictures taken of me without make-up before, I don't hide from mirrors in the morning so I told myself it wasn't going to be that bad.

No such luck.

Maybe if I was someone else (Rebecca Bloomwood for instance, maybe Lorelai Gilmore) I would have talked to the woman working with me and begged for mercy, asked her if she had any makeup or hair supplies near by or if it was in her power to keep the old picture. I could've been as inspiring as Enjolras in Les Mis and banned all the women in the DMV together as a sisterhood with one single purpose-to find me some supplies and become recognized as a woman! But I'm Emilye Messerly. The girl who will add 3 minutes to her route to class in order to avoid walking by someone she doesn't want to talk to. The girl who will decide she actually doesn't want to try on any clothes if it requires her to ask someone for assistance. The girl with the dragon tattoo...wait...no that's NOT me. As a result, for the next five years I will have people giving me the double-take when they see that I'm a FEMALE who doesn't weigh over 200 lbs. I have an irrational fear that this license will have a direct correlation with receiving more tickets. I just think it will be hard to flirt my way out of a ticket after the policeman has seen that I can look like that.

It didn't help my mood that I had only become aware that renewing your license costs money (I'm still in an uproar over that one) a few minutes before I had to leave. I don't know why that mattered so much, but the fact that I had not been able to mentally prepare for the government to take $25 away from me made my morning that much worse. (Maybe I will do my taxes this year-suck that government!) It really is amazing the power of the DMV...completely ruin your day in just 10 short minutes. It has caused me to feel real gross this entire day and almost had me thinking about just skipping class, work, and the gym. (Don't worry I talked myself off that ledge.) It doesn't help that I'm wearing pants with a hole at the inner thigh. Of course I knew that hole was there when I put them on, but it didn't start to bother me until I saw that picture of myself.

I don't think that this endeavor would've harshed my mellow so much if it wasn't just the beginning of a very stressful week. Before midnight Tuesday I have to study for and take 3 tests, 1 quiz, write a paper, and complete all my normal readings. I'm aware that I'm acting like a whinny college student, but to quote Shawn Spencer, "I am not acting!" The only bright-side I found in this trip was that it gave me extra time to rock-out to the Les Mis soundtrack in the car.

Well this has been fun guys. Being able to satirically write about my annoying day has actually helped brighten my spirits! Granted, it didn't help the having a million things to do matter, but I'm just subtracting my procrastinating time from my allotted sleep time. Besides, I've heard that there is a new study coming out that you actually perform your best on 2 hrs of sleep...go figure! Well I guess this is just proof of my theory that the amount of fun you have during the weekend is directly proportional to the amount of stress you will feel during the week. Because I had a SUPER fun weekend! I love birthdays :)

This is me loving birthdays

If there is anything that you get from this post it should be this: Emilye is hilarious and you shouldn't worry that she is suicidal; Les Mis solves all problem and Ramin is life. Also that none of you will ever see my new license.

Blessings.