tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55129462011-04-21T11:05:48.486-07:00The Halftime Show"We've gone through this a million times before: life is just a constant merging of the old and the new. It's an adventure we should all learn to enjoy." ~Brooke RappaportEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comBlogger3001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1170600463292323042007-02-04T06:31:00.000-08:002007-02-04T06:48:35.596-08:00ANOTHER YEAR OLDERWell, today's my birthday. I'm a whole eighteen years old today. That's right, the big one- cigarettes, porn, voting, being tried as an adult in court, and my personal favorite: being allowed to drive past 11 pm. Well, I have never done any sort of drugs before, porn's easy enough to locate on the Internet, the only voting I care about won't happen for about two more years, I'm Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1170092106735120552007-01-29T09:25:00.000-08:002007-01-29T09:35:06.750-08:00KILLING TIMEHere I sit, in the prison they call school, trying to figure out a way to make it not so terrible. I turn to Blogger.Okay, so it's not that dramatic. But I'm so bored that I need to cause drama. Or something like that. I have three consecutive periods of nothing to do. That's about two and a half hours of fuming over the things I could be doing if they just let me walk out to my car Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1169419634746616672007-01-21T14:37:00.000-08:002007-01-21T14:47:14.770-08:00SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES, I'VE BEEN SO BUSY!"Hey God. How are you? Look, I know I don't talk to you very much. I don't know what you'd call my religious beliefs, but believing that I have to pray for you to be able to know what I want or what I'm thinking has never sounded right to me. I guess I only really talk to you when I don't know what else to do about a situation, good or bad. "Look Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1167205845217485052006-12-26T23:49:00.000-08:002006-12-26T23:50:56.356-08:00WHAT IS LOVE?I never thought I'd have to ask that. But please, if you would, leave your opinions as to what you think love is in the comments section. The winner gets a Christmas cookie.Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1166898843433556632006-12-23T10:09:00.000-08:002006-12-23T10:34:03.446-08:00OLD AND NEWLast night, I held our group's "Holiday Party" at my house. I cooked two kinds of lasagna, salad, and garlic bread with a dessert of french silk and apple pies. Everybody from the old group came, and everybody actually dressed up when I asked them to. Most of the boys were even wearing ties. The night went on interestingly. I think everybody enjoyed the food (especially the pie... Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1166223958351625272006-12-15T14:35:00.001-08:002006-12-15T15:05:58.366-08:00I WISH THIS DIDN'T SOUND LIKE A CORNY MOVIEIf you're a senior at Henderson High School, you'll know of the legacy that we call AP Gym. If you're not, then allow me to explain. We're required to take a "physical education" class every year of high school which meets two days a week for the whole year. But seniors who are intense/really good/enthusiastic about gym class are permitted to take AP GymEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1165779563658810642006-12-10T11:36:00.000-08:002006-12-10T11:39:23.673-08:00BEAR WITH MEA severe case of writer's block has been attacking me as of late, right at the time where I need to be writing the most. So don't worry; nothing horrible has happened to me or anything like that. In fact, I've been pretty content lately. Christmas is coming, all my friends will be home, etc. Oh, and there is nothing better than lying half asleep in bed, snuggled up to a warm towel Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1163098858768942262006-11-09T10:42:00.000-08:002006-11-09T11:00:59.176-08:00IN AN AWKWARD POSITIONThat's what I feel right now. I'm in such a weird point of my life with almost nothing I'm sure of, nothing good, nothing bad, nothing real... it's all very confusing. And, I think, not the way it should be. But who am I to say how it should be, huh?One of the weird points is where friends are concerned. I don't really have any of them anymore. I have the people who used to Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1162009585000110742006-10-27T20:58:00.000-07:002006-10-27T21:26:25.063-07:00IT'S WHAT'S ON MY MINDThis past month or so has been probably the most stressful and busy of my high school career. I've been balancing mountains of schoolwork with memorizing lines for the play, editing Calliope submissions, getting my ass into work now and then, making time for friends on the weekends, and of course, college admissions. Yes that's right, your wonderful little Em, whom some of Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1161312430658291052006-10-19T19:23:00.000-07:002006-10-19T19:47:10.673-07:00THE DAIRY QUEEN CHRONICLES: PART WHATEVERDuring my first summer at what came to be known as my less-favorite second home, an extremely large and friendly man used to come in about twice a week. He would order a large chocolate cone, sit down, eat it, come back, get a small vanilla cup, sit back down, and eat that. He usually wore one of those fake advertisement shirts (Old Navy loves this shit) Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1160450137364691872006-10-09T19:47:00.000-07:002006-10-09T20:15:37.403-07:00TO FORGET... AND TO REMEMBERSo how weird is this? Look how much I've been updating. But when you have so much running through your head (and you're a writer), you just need to get it all out of your head and into some form of written word. It helps you organize your thoughts and usually helps you reach a conclusion you couldn't otherwise see.I covered love yesterday (if you haven't read it yet, Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1160365103722894552006-10-08T19:48:00.000-07:002006-10-08T20:38:23.736-07:00LOVEIt is my life.In every way. It defines me. If you were to sit down, analyze me and why I believe in what I do, everything adds up to the way I feel about love.Love is the most beautiful thing on this planet. It exists in so many forms: motherly, friendly, romantically, sexually, childly, sibling-to-sibling, and so many more. And my belief is that true love- we're talking soul-mate, marriage, Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1159322627196357632006-09-26T18:59:00.000-07:002006-09-26T19:03:47.223-07:00I HAVE A QUESTION FOR ALL OF YOU...How do you know what God is telling you to do?Now, obviously, if you don't believe in God, you need not respond to my question. You all know me. I'm not overly religious, nor do I practice very much, I hate organized religion, and I've pretty much accepted God as a fact and not as my life. However, I do believe that everything happens for a reason and that He's Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1159038536523185042006-09-23T12:03:00.000-07:002006-09-23T12:08:56.540-07:00UPDATINGUm, not much exciting has been going on in my life lately, so I haven't really updated. It's pretty much the same: wake up, remember that Pat lives in Minnesota, sleep through school, get home, eat 10 pounds of food, miss Pat, go to work, get covered in ice cream, daydream about college, go home, lay awake until ridiculous hours of the night thinking about Pat, finally go to sleep, get aEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1157656768073531512006-09-07T11:43:00.000-07:002006-09-07T12:19:28.150-07:00THE LAST FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOLIt's senior year for Em. The last year of high school may be the most difficult to get through, because all I want to do is get out of West Chester, move on to college, and I have to stay here for one more year. I'm trying as hard as I can to make the best of it, though, and my school day shouldn't make it too hard to do.HOMEROOMEm: Mrs. Banks, Mrs. Banks, you hadEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1156390385107425272006-08-23T18:31:00.000-07:002006-08-24T22:29:39.263-07:00ONE OF MY MUSES PRODDED ME...Josh Cole, to be exact: http://www.xanga.com/evilbob52In his post (written in part, as the way Josh loves to do, to provoke debates), he basically raises the question of "What do you think is right?" I have been thinking about this question. I'm not exactly sure what I've decided, and my thoughts aren't completely clear right now, so forgive me if I don't make sense. Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1156133732390777582006-08-20T20:15:00.000-07:002006-08-20T21:15:32.436-07:00I should probably make a new post.I don't really know what to say, though. There's so much going on, none of which I should really make public, most of which is no one's concern but the people who already know. I haven't been concentrating on much else besides enjoying the last couple of days the good old Buttsex Brigade has together, from seeing motherfucking Snakes on a motherfucking Plane, to Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1154579275733459312006-08-02T21:25:00.000-07:002006-08-02T21:27:55.750-07:00TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKAn old wooden chair had sat in the living room for as long as anyone could remember. It had probably once belonged to a dining room set or the like, been some part of a whole, but it was the only piece that remained now. Someone would have thrown it out long before if she hadn’t claimed it for her own. She sat in that chair every single day, facing the window so she could Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1154155177681244002006-07-28T23:12:00.000-07:002006-07-28T23:39:37.743-07:00AN EXPERIENCEPat and I were out today and we made a stop at our friend (mostly Pat's friend) Kiley's house. Now, those who know me I'm sure know Kiley- the one that, as Pat has always said, if you dislike, you must be a bad person. We stopped in today to see how she and her family were doing, as Kiley's sister just died of a heroin overdose. Our visit today drew me a picture of beauty. I don't Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1152595645022204742006-07-10T21:53:00.000-07:002006-07-10T22:27:25.110-07:00I GUESS THIS NEEDS TO BE SAIDI don't know how much of the group actually comes here anymore, but in case the majority of you do, I'll write the following here to save myself some breath.Our group of friends is messed up right now. A lot of it had to do with Ryan and I's breakup; some of it had to do with Pat and Chili's situation; a lot of this is just long-suppressed frustration and feelings Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1152494459123496462006-07-09T18:00:00.000-07:002006-07-09T18:20:59.176-07:00I LIVEWell, I'm not dead. Not yet. And I'm doing a lot better, all things considering. Actually, right now, I'm doing fantastically. Yes, that's right, I'm writing this post from the relaxing, breezy deck of my beach house in Sea Isle City, New Jersey. I have a week away from everything, and hopefully by the time I get back I'll be restored to my full potential. Whatever that is. Actually, that Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1151621985460372152006-06-29T15:57:00.000-07:002006-06-29T15:59:45.476-07:00Well, as an update, and so I don't have to tell the story a million times, Ryan and I have broken up. He decided he didn't like me anymore. And in advance, I don't really want sympathy or I'm Sorry's... they don't really help much. I'll just trust the fact that you're thinking of me. Other than that, I'd just appreciate being left alone for a while. Thanks.Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1150905007709564802006-06-21T08:24:00.000-07:002006-06-21T08:50:07.756-07:00SO FAR SO GOODSince school let out Friday, I've seen my friends quite a few times. Each time has been a whole lot of fun. I'm glad that we're able to just have fun while we can, and not spend our time together dwelling on the fact that we'll all be away from each other soon. I love my friends.I have been absolutely loving this whole summer thing. Do you know how wonderful it is to have nothing toEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1149562067574512582006-06-05T19:17:00.000-07:002006-06-05T19:47:47.646-07:00I have roughly nine days until school's out for the summer. I still have one more year of attending the prison/school we call Henderson, and I have confidence that my senior year will be a great one. But my school career to come isn't what I've been concentrating on lately. The great majority of my friends, including Ryan, are in the graduating class this year. Their last day of school is Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1149390655496139772006-06-03T20:00:00.000-07:002006-06-03T20:10:55.523-07:00THE DAIRY QUEEN CHRONICLES PART TWO: THE CONCLUSION YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR?I was working the day shift today. It was rainy and slow, so I had to find projects with which to entertain myself. The other person who was working with me handled most of the customers that came in all day- I only came up to help out for a few of the difficult orders. It was a large coincedence that one of the timesEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1148616612978123122006-05-25T20:51:00.000-07:002006-05-25T21:10:13.050-07:00LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED INI'm tired. It's almost midnight Thursday, and yet I'm still up and on the computer. Why? I have yet to calm down from a little... fiasco... that just finished in my house.Tonight was a bad night, overall. I was at work over an hour past closing time because it was so busy, and all I wanted to do was come home, talk to Ryan, eat some food, and fall into bed. But my Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1147624708486108052006-05-14T09:28:00.000-07:002006-05-14T10:06:06.520-07:00DANCE THE NIGHT AWAYYou know, I left these templates up for so long that I started to like them. I don't know what they look like on Windows computers, though; let me know if you're not seeing a maroon background, yellow font, and green headings.Senior prom was last weekend, and junior prom was last night. Both were a lot of fun, but the senior prom kicked major ass. It took place at the Camden Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1147135195823927922006-05-08T17:39:00.000-07:002006-05-08T17:39:55.833-07:00Please excuse the current conditions. I'm remodeling, and I don't have a long enough attention span to do it in one sitting! It'll be soon, I promise!Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1146777104408682522006-05-04T13:57:00.000-07:002006-05-04T14:11:44.466-07:00COME ON, COME ON GET DOWN WITH THE SICKNESSThere is nothing I hate more than being sick when it's not winter. For the past two days, I have been at home with a horribly bad cold. Everything's clogged up, everything hurts, and everything's dripping. I'm a big ball of mucus. My throat's raw, and my stomach hurts from coughing. This is not fun. Especially since I've had the unpleasant task of Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1146534487817913332006-05-01T18:38:00.000-07:002006-05-01T18:48:07.846-07:00"I NOW LIGHT THE CANDLE OF BULLSHIT."Brooke, Lex, I, and too many other juniors were inducted into the National Honor Society tonight. That's what they told us. But apparently, we were just recruited to be a part of the Hitler Youth and instead of firing guns, we'll be baking cookies and cupcakes to feed to our already fat school all next year. As most of you already know, the teacher who runs Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1145500930870816042006-04-19T19:26:00.000-07:002006-04-19T19:42:10.926-07:00CATCHING UPItaly? Yeah, Italy was cool. Time of my life. But I've decided that I can't bring it back here, to my life, right now. I have so many memories that can't be appreciated unless they were experienced firsthand. Not to mention, to describe and relive them all would make me too sad that I'm not still there, too homesick for that wonderful, wonderful week. If you really want details, ask meEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1144514755518646542006-04-08T09:43:00.000-07:002006-04-08T09:45:55.533-07:00I BID YOU ADIEUIn about five hours, I will be in the air, on my way to Fiumicino Airport in Rome.My stomach's doing backflips. I would be too, if I were as talented as my stomach is.I promise to have many wonderful stories when I return on April 16th. Don't miss me too much. I'll see you all in nine days!Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1144379564918193672006-04-06T19:45:00.000-07:002006-04-06T20:12:44.966-07:00A SLEEPLESS NIGHTThere are some things about high school life that I will, simply, never understand.Today, in the boys' bathroom, something to the effect of "Anyone who comes to school on April 7th will die." The culprit hasn't been caught; there is a $250 cash reward for anyone with information.This could be the result of two things:1.) The person who wrote this is making a serious threat and Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1143959586194514342006-04-01T22:17:00.000-08:002006-04-01T22:33:06.220-08:00AN ADDED NOTETo those of you who want more to the story below... that's it. I want more, too, but that's all I know. It was a true story. I can't very well ask the guy how it ends. But I've got a pretty good idea. And I'm glad you liked it and wanted to know more ^_^The reason I called it Part One was because I'll probably be posting a series of short story-lets like that one here. Some are funnyEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1143682921620822442006-03-29T17:31:00.000-08:002006-03-29T17:42:01.686-08:00DAIRY QUEEN CHRONICLES, PART ONE (SERIOUS) In the summer, I made ice cream sundaes and wiped tables at the Dairy Queen to earn my money. Everything was so busy that after I learned what I was doing, making ice cream and working the cash register became mindless work to me. It was methodic. I didn’t pay close attention to anything and I certainly didn’t notice the one man that kept coming back. Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1141860218874202242006-03-08T15:14:00.000-08:002006-03-08T15:23:38.886-08:00NEWNESSIf that's even a word. I know it's corny and cliche and all that to say that springtime is a time for renewal and change. But apparently, it's true. I don't know about everyone else, but I, at least, stay pretty dormant over the winter. It's like I only really live in the summertime, and I've started to come out again. I never get anything done in the wintertime; all I want to do is come Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1141349886286969822006-03-02T17:24:00.000-08:002006-03-02T17:38:06.330-08:00A QUICK REGURGITATION OF MY THOUGHTSNew love: Old Crow Medicine Show. I'm freshly addicted to this hick-sounding bluegrass band. We got a rain day off school today. Gotta love it when the forecast is wrong and the ice storm completely misses us.About four weeks until I depart for Italy. I'm wiggling with excitement. No, literally.Tomorrow I get to see a professional performance of my favorite Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1139175866432238642006-02-05T13:27:00.000-08:002006-02-05T13:44:26.490-08:00HELLO AGAINIt's been quite a length of time since I've posted. Allow me to update best I can.Yesterday was my 17th birthday. I can now see rated R movies, and that's about it. I had a great birthday- certainly better than last year's- which involved some Wendy's, a new beautiful camera, and a music box that plays "You Are My Sunshine", to name a few highlights. Oh, and a handmade comic book Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1136602659725076542006-01-06T17:59:00.000-08:002006-01-06T18:57:39.780-08:00WHAT AM I, SIXTY?Let me list to you all the body problems I'm having right now.1. My earring holes are so itchy. How weird is that?2. The classic back problems.3. My stomach is retarded, because after every meal, I feel sick, like I've eaten too much and I barely eat as it is because I'm never hungry. Maybe I'll start living off air.4. I won't go into the problems with my... um... female parts...Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1136002472285331872005-12-30T20:07:00.000-08:002005-12-30T20:14:32.296-08:00IT'S LIKE ADMITTING I LOVE CHOCOLATEThis is really wrong and really selfish of me to admit. But I would LOVE for a professional to do my hair and makeup and for me to do a photo shoot. It would be fun, yeah, but I think I just want to see if I can look pretty, sophisticated, and not like me. Sexy. Desirable. Things like that. I want to be wanted, and not just by someone who has to want me by nameEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1135636968207216722005-12-26T14:18:00.000-08:002005-12-26T14:42:48.246-08:00GENERAL SHIT THAT YOU MIGHT BE WONDERING ABOUT-No, I didn't die. I just haven't felt like posting. That's been happening a lot lately, but you're just going to have to deal with it, aren't you?- Christmas was good. Ryan came over for Christmas Eve dinner and witnessed the wonder that is my extended family (I mean that in a good way). The night involved my dad's neck massager going between his Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1133677711213866922005-12-03T21:51:00.001-08:002005-12-03T22:28:31.216-08:0010 THINGS I WANT FOR THE HOLIDAYS: A 1 AM VERSIONGotta love... wait... I forget that word that means not being able to sleep...Okay, so this is the 1 AM version of what I want for Christmas this year. I must add here that I am REALLY REALLY EXCITED about the Christmas season: I'm ready for some warm and fuzzy feelings. You can never have enough. And Christmastime makes me feel more tingly than Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1133677702129666852005-12-03T21:51:00.000-08:002005-12-03T22:28:22.196-08:0010 THINGS I WANT FOR THE HOLIDAYS: A 1 AM VERSIONGotta love... wait... I forget that word that means not being able to sleep...Okay, so this is the 1 AM version of what I want for Christmas this year. I must add here that I am REALLY REALLY EXCITED about the Christmas season: I'm ready for some warm and fuzzy feelings. You can never have enough. And Christmastime makes me feel more tingly than Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1133407168463639952005-11-30T18:59:00.000-08:002005-11-30T19:19:28.463-08:00BETTER: AN ENTRY WITH NO VERBS AND TEN MINUTES IN EM'S HEADBetter than before. Not great. But better. Good Pre-Calc test today, easy physics lessons. Not bad English paper for Friday from tonight at Dairy Queen. Very slow. Good time for homework. Very overdue book for history paper: "Red Badge of Courage." Stupid and boring. Girl's Speaking Contest tomorrow. Ryan with boobs and a wig and a short Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1132630027545910442005-11-21T19:06:00.000-08:002005-11-21T19:27:07.593-08:00MY APOLOGIESThat's about all I have to give right now. I've been absent for nearly a month, and not only from Blogger. I kind of went to sleep on my life and didn't wake up for a while. I'm slowly getting up now, though, and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It's nothing revolutionary, and nothing that will automatically change overnight (no pun intended). But it's getting there.I came here about Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1130363543791147252005-10-26T14:17:00.000-07:002005-10-26T14:52:23.843-07:00TEN MINUTES IN EM'S HEADBecause it's all gonna come out like diarrhea once I start typing, and you can't physically seperate a liquid into its individual parts.- All right. There are sixty- yes, when I say sixty I mean sixty- rolls of toilet paper in my basement. Tell me, when in the world am I going to need that much toilet paper? Are my parents trying to stock up for a shit emergency or Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1129687637141453752005-10-18T18:48:00.000-07:002005-10-18T19:07:17.183-07:00AND THEN THERE WERE NONEFor those of you who don't know already...It all started Friday night, when I noticed Bun Bun holding huge chunks of hay and fur in her mouth. It's weird behavior for a rabbit. So I asked Lindz, animal expert, and she said Bun Bun may be pregnant. I looked around the cage, and sure enough, there was a huge furry nest ball in one corner. My first thoughts were negative: I Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1129170186679498882005-10-12T19:15:00.000-07:002005-10-12T19:26:08.233-07:00AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENTWell, not really. I just haven't done a song of the month in a long time. But I am this month. I really think it's appropriate, and it's called "Rain Fall Down" by the Rolling Stones. It's off their new album, A Bigger Bang. They're in Philly tonight and my mom, brother, and two aunts are seeing them. I am green with envy. I even heard my mom and aunts onEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1128462635808747552005-10-04T14:39:00.000-07:002005-10-04T14:50:35.816-07:00HAPPY THINGYRyan and I have been together for a whole year today. (I hate the word anniversary, hence the title.) It's hard to believe I've put up with him for a whole year. But we've stuck it through, had good times and bad times, and a lot in between. I still feel the same way about him I did a year ago. Nothing's died or gotten stale. I'm happy because of that.Since our "song" is "You Are My Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1127621090431997632005-09-24T20:59:00.000-07:002005-09-24T21:04:50.436-07:00HERE COMES PETER COTTONTAIL...I got a rabbit. Ryan and I were at the pet store last night, and there was a cage containing two Angora (read: really, really, really fluffy) rabbits. They were free to a good home. I went back today and adopted one, as the other was already gone. It was free, but the cage was sixty dollars. Not to mention food, a watter bottle, and a food dish. Phew. At least I Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1126926836614111122005-09-16T19:56:00.000-07:002005-09-16T20:14:33.740-07:00MY EMO KID POST: A LIST OF THINGS I HATEBecause I'm angry and not even PMSing, so I need to get it out somehow before I yell at someone without an excuse. Hopefully you'll find it funny. More likely, you'll get mad at me for it. *Shrug*1. Zits.2. When it's hot inside. Outside is fine. Inside there's not enough air.3. Physical fights (except in hockey).4. For that matter, verbal arguments/ fights Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1126054410364032812005-09-06T17:31:00.000-07:002005-09-06T17:53:30.400-07:00I LOVE BROOKIE SO MUCH THAT I'M STEALING HER STYLE.Think of it as a compliment to you, Brookie-pants.*At The Bus Stop*Em: ...where the fuck is the bus?Tumbleweed: *tumbles*Chris: This blows.Bus Driver, 20 minutes late: Sorry, I slept through my alarm! *GRIN*Chris and Em:...*Homeroom*Ms. Gordon: Hola, I'm your homeroom teacher and I don't suck for the first time in your entire middle school and Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1125285195218974472005-08-28T20:03:00.000-07:002005-08-28T20:13:15.240-07:00THE SHIT HATH HITTETH THE FAN...ETHHoo boy. There's nothing like coming back from a blissful five days away from home, a place where I lived in another world with different friends, different surroundings, and a different personality (sort of), only to be thrown right back into the tailspin of my life here.It's going to be an interesting next couple of months, folks. Strange things are happ'ning Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1124667495696336672005-08-21T16:06:00.000-07:002005-08-21T16:38:15.716-07:00RELEASING MY INNER- WELL, OUTER- GEEKThat's what I was doing this weekend at Otakon 2005. It's one of the largest east coast anime conventions in Baltimore, Maryland. Most people (read: Pat Dougherty) would call myself and my companion (Brookie) dorks, nerds, geeks, and the like. Which we are. But we're not as bad as Trekkie convention-goers because we go to see an entire culture, not just anime.Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1124058961381104802005-08-14T15:23:00.000-07:002005-08-14T15:36:01.416-07:00EVERYBODY'S DOING ITEven though I already discussed my schedule with most of you, I wanted to feel cool like everybody else, so I decided to post it here as well.Homeroom: 214 with Gordon. (Where is that?)Period 1: Pre-Calc Honors (first period again. God really wants me to do my homework at home, doesn't He?)Period 2: English 11 AP (not bad, I suppose... although everyone else appears to have Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1123561111275400442005-08-08T21:05:00.000-07:002005-08-08T21:18:31.283-07:00WOW... IT'S BEEN A WHILE......since the song of the month. But this is a really cool song from a really cool musical called Avenue Q (about which most of you already know). Even though the musical is wacky and vulgar and funny, it's really got an inspiring message to help when you're feeling down: most things in life are only temporary. We're always changing, and while some things may stay Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1123519099110033532005-08-08T09:30:00.000-07:002005-08-08T09:38:19.120-07:00I ROCKIt's definite: I'm gonna be a manager of DQ. I might add here that the term "manager" is only the word we use. It doesn't really mean anything huge. I just have to know how to do more stuff and have more responsibilites while I'm actually at work. While I'm not there, anything that happens there isn't my problem. So it's really not that hard. The only drawback is that I won't be able to do Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1123130374808133052005-08-03T21:36:00.000-07:002005-08-03T21:39:34.816-07:00DROPPING INJust a quick bout of news to share with you. I, after about four months of working there, may very well be made a manager of Dairy Queen.Oh yeah. In your face, Darwin Fish. (Just kidding.)That means more money, more hours, and being freaking in charge of the whole store for hours at a time. My own key (literally) to all the ice cream I want.We'll see what happens. I want all of you whoEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1122873455949645522005-07-31T21:14:00.000-07:002005-07-31T22:20:28.860-07:00BECAUSE I KNOW I'D APPRECIATE IT IF IT WERE MEI'm naked, it's late, and it's time for a blog post. Tonight, after a relieving conversation with one Chilisa Shorten, I thought I'd post a Tribute To My Friends blog. Because I know I'd appreciate it if it were me. And because I love my friends more than a lot of other things. And because I have nothing else about which to write.LEX. Well, my blonde Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1122611354858730052005-07-29T00:20:00.000-07:002005-07-28T21:29:14.886-07:00THIS ONE LOOKED FUN99 Facts, Tidbits, and Shit You Don't Know About Me1. I'm naked from the waist up.2. I've been wanting good Mexican food for the longest time now, to no avail.3. I have some of the best friends in the world.4. A lot of times, I feel like they hate me.5. A lot of times, I'm stupid.6. But sometimes, I'm not.7. I prefer Coke over Pepsi.8. I am magnetically pulled to any and all Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1122338391673419202005-07-25T17:12:00.000-07:002005-07-25T17:39:51.690-07:00MENOPAUSEOkay, here's how I figure.I act enough like a mother in the group of friends to have earned the nickname "Mama Smalls." I worry a lot, I scold (probably when not even necessary) and, honestly, you have to act like a mother to be able to deal with Ryan. And, to be a responsible mother, one needs to be of the adult age (well, in most cases, that is). Since I don't exactly act like most Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1121381859532624122005-07-14T15:51:00.000-07:002005-07-14T15:59:35.810-07:00Everybody's sad. Isn't that sad? Well, it's not everybody. But a lot of us are. I wonder why that is. Me, it's because no one wants to play with me except Ryan. And it's not like I play with him all the time so I have no time for anyone else. I could see someone besides Ryan every day if someone just wanted to see me. However, I don't think anyone does, and the few people who would are too busy Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1121135495098926772005-07-11T19:14:00.000-07:002005-07-11T19:31:35.136-07:00Good day, all. Sorry about the lapse in posting. I've been busy. Today, however, I was so bored that I counted all of my brother's change. ($242.23. There was even a Canadian dime in there.) But, lucky for me, I was lassoed by some friends I rarely hang out with into partying it up tonight, and I had a great time.Darwin, Lex, Corkle, Henkel, Joe Tattum, Ryan, and I all ended up in the Main StreetEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1119893755170233592005-06-27T10:25:00.000-07:002005-06-27T10:35:55.176-07:00TAGGED BY THE JEWList five songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words or even if they're any good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artist and the song in your blog along with your five songs. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to.1. Iron & Wine- Promising Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1118594944729979512005-06-12T09:36:00.000-07:002005-06-12T09:49:04.736-07:00I'M NOT DEADThat's basically what I came here to tell you. I was going to wait until school was out to post, but then I realized that would've made it a month between posts, and I didn't want to do that. I'm sorry I've been bad about updating, but I've had nothing entertaining, no deep questions to discuss, and no opinions of my own to express. Things have been too busy for me to think deeply or Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1116367773131384472005-05-17T14:39:00.000-07:002005-05-17T15:09:33.166-07:00GETTING MY THOUGHTS IN ORDERAll right. Now that I have time- that is, I'm not at work, my homework's (mostly) done, Ryan's at work, and my laundry's in the dryer- I can get some random, yet good-to-ponder, thoughts out on this here blog of mine. I would do a Ten Minutes in Em's Head, but the thoughts will be too long for that. Oh, and I have some questions I want you to answer for me.My yearlong Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1114958216227600672005-05-01T07:08:00.000-07:002005-05-01T07:36:56.230-07:00HERE'S SOMETHING I HAVEN'T DONE IN A WHILE......But then again, would you really want to read my mindless babble about how I have nothing to write? I didn't think so.I'm at an interesting point in my life. A lot of things have ended, some are just starting, and I'm waiting for a lot of things to begin. At the same time, some of the givens are kept constant. Through all the busy-ness, I've still Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1113354125181723562005-04-12T16:02:00.000-07:002005-04-12T18:02:05.183-07:00JUST LIKE THATToday, I had a new experience. It was really thought-provoking, and for that I have to congratulate it, because not many thing have been probing the "deep" section of my brain lately. It didn't make me sad, really... just kinda made me go "wow."I was sitting in my room (no, that is by no means the new experience) having pointless discussions with various people online, when I heard Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1112052132708661102005-03-28T14:45:00.000-08:002005-03-28T15:22:12.713-08:00NUMBAH THREEOkay, it's time to exercise some of my famous immature humor here, and steal a fun activity from Brookie's blog. See, you take the first 25 songs that come up when you hit shuffle on your playlist, and add "in my pants" to the title. This should be amusing.1. Phish- Contact in my pants (always pleasurable...)2. Rolling Stones- Wild Horses in my pants (It's ten times better to use the Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1111712378053906652005-03-24T16:32:00.000-08:002005-03-24T16:59:38.056-08:00YUCK-OSpring Break sucks.First off, you all have to notice that I'm bored out of my mind, because not only have I made one post this week... this is my second! And who knows how many will come after this. Not me, that's for sure. Anyway. I think I need to find some sort of solution to all this boredom. It won't matter anymore in a couple days, but when school lets out for the summer, I'll face Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1111541662666848432005-03-22T17:05:00.000-08:002005-03-22T17:34:22.670-08:00BECAUSE I COULDN'T BE MORE BOREDWell, Spring Break so far has turned out to be a useless lump of nothing. Let me just tell you that I've been out of my house once in two days, and that was to my front yard to pick up weeds. Ryan came over for a couple hours today, though. And sitting at home (conveniently ignoring all my homework) is certainly better than being in school. However, if I stay pent Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1110408856350022852005-03-09T14:38:00.000-08:002005-03-09T14:54:16.353-08:00DUM DUM DEE DUMBoy, the blogging world has been dying lately. It's happened a number of times before, but this time I too have been neglecting to feed and play with my little hole in the ground. So I thought, "Hey, maybe I'll put up a post for all my lovely fans to view." The rest was history. Only problem:Damn, my life is boring.Nothing exciting has happened in this wonderful existence I lead (Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1109708642057174532005-03-01T12:07:00.000-08:002005-03-01T12:24:02.060-08:00SCHOOL? WHAT SCHOOL?In the past two weeks, we've had a total of... one full day of school. And one two hour delay, and one get-out-early. I could definitely get used to this.What with snow, weekends, and inservice days, school has been put on hold as of late. Needless to say, none of us students can remember what we've been doing in school. The teachers expect us to. My algebra teacher is giving Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1108601621036496302005-02-16T15:49:00.000-08:002005-02-16T16:53:41.040-08:00A DECISIONOkay, guys. This has NOTHING to do with what we've been talking about for the past few whiles. This is a predicament I have.So here's the thing. This lady in my neighborhood needs a babysitter for July and August, 5 days a week, from 8-4. Obviously, I can't do it in July, what with the shore and Summer Stage. However, I've been considering taking her up on it for August. But why, you Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1108519472590014912005-02-15T17:36:00.000-08:002005-02-15T18:04:32.593-08:00DON'T GET AROUND MUCH ANYMOREFor the past few weeks, I've been dead. By that I mean dead to the Blogging world, the writing world, and the world where I love my friends and think the world of them.PMS? No, that doesn't happen till next week.Writers' block? Well, maybe partially, but that doesn't really explain the last one.Bitterness? Self-hatred? Confusion and fear and all those bad emotions Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1107640804640229092005-02-05T13:49:00.000-08:002005-02-05T14:00:04.640-08:00Can somebody make this stop?
I sincerely apologize to all of you... each and every one of you. I really do mean it. Most of you are the friends I see on a regular basis, ones who don't want to put up with me like this, worry about me when I'm like this, or are too busy worrying about their own problems to worry about me. I really don't want to have to do all this to you. This isn't another "cry Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1107577082604303732005-02-04T19:48:00.000-08:002005-02-04T20:18:02.606-08:00SIXTEEN CANDLES
Happy birthday to me... happy birthday to me... happy birthday dear Emmy... happy birthday to me...
Today's my birthday. The sixteenth, in case you didn't guess. The day wasn't too bad- nothing truly worth noting. Last year's birthday was filled with friends, flirting, and not a lot of clothing. Today... well, it wasn't too much different.
Mystery solved of the day: Lex CAN fitEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1107220296744035122005-01-31T14:49:00.000-08:002005-01-31T17:11:36.743-08:00THOUGHTS OF THINKING
There's been a lot of 'em this weekend. Not a lot of Em, though. I shut myself up tight in my room Saturday and Sunday and didn't come out for anything. My excuses? Nowhere to go (to my parents), an English paper (to most of my friends), and "I'm sad and bitchy and you really don't want to hang out with me" (to the rest of my friends). I wouldn't even qualify the brief but Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1107050160771329902005-01-29T17:25:00.000-08:002005-01-29T17:56:00.770-08:00LORD FIZZLEWIG III
I think only Pat, Ryan, and I will truly get that one.
Everyone has bad days, no matter how happy or depressed a person may be. Everyone has days where they are not themselves. And all people react to their own bad days differently. Me? Well, I'd say I run away from everything, but that isn't true. I've always used the phrase "crawl into myself." It's like a hermit crab when Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1106874530667801422005-01-27T15:20:00.000-08:002005-01-27T17:08:50.666-08:00YOU TITLE THIS ONE
I've been feeling kind of odd lately.
No, not sick or anything (although I have had a nasty cold for the past few days). Just... odd. Things have happened, and some events made me see things in a new light. I don't necessarily know if it's a good one. I've always been one to live for the moment. I desperately try to map out my past until every little detail makes sense. It's Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1106532893649269142005-01-23T21:14:00.000-08:002005-01-23T18:14:53.650-08:00MY BRAND NEW LEAPORD SKIN PILL BOX HAT
Well, not quite. But I did change a few things around. Minor changes: templates and colors. Major: the title.
As you can clearly see, the address is still the same (and will not change, for convenience)... but the title of my little spot on the bookshelf that is the Internet has been changed from Em's Notebook to The Halftime Show. To those football loversEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1106085914292745642005-01-18T17:05:00.000-08:002005-01-18T14:05:14.293-08:00IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS
- Finding an ENTIRE FUCKING FULL thing of McDonald's fries on the kitchen table
- Doing very well indeed on my English report (and not having to present my history report... yet)
- Queen's greatest hits CD
- in particular, "Fat Bottomed Girls"
-a nice nap by the warm fire
- a story made up by a little boy named Ryan on the spot to put me to sleep
- did I mention the Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1105482009233062322005-01-11T13:59:00.000-08:002005-01-11T14:20:09.233-08:00RAPE BY SCHOOLWORK
So this sucks. Have I ever mentioned that I hate quarterlies? All the teachers have the same ideas. ALL of them have them early, and ALL of them decided to give us projects this marking period instead of tests. I'd like to have some of both. I have an algebra quiz... sometime... a chamber choir tryout sometime next week, an Italian essay due Tuesday, a political cartoon to Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1105060715660407392005-01-06T17:16:00.000-08:002005-01-06T17:18:35.660-08:00POEM
That just about sums it up. I wrote it.
There was a man standing underneath
on that rainy day-
the day you and I went walking hand in hand.
He was dry, we were drenched;
his clothes hung, our clothes clung
and under the roof he wore one of his own
for baseball and for wars gone by.
We took shelter in that rotted gazebo
by his withered side
in hopes for conversations of
what lay underneath Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1104882438965653062005-01-04T15:39:00.000-08:002005-01-04T15:47:18.966-08:00THE SONG FOR JANUARY AND 2005
Foor Good- from the musical Wicked
I've heard it said
that people come into our lives for a reason
bringing something we must learn
and we are led to those who help us most to grow
if we let them and we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
but I know I'm who I am today
because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
as it passes the Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1104633190344296352005-01-01T17:34:00.000-08:002005-01-01T18:33:10.343-08:00END OF THE YEAR- PART 2... WELL, SORTA...
First off, I need to live up to the title in its literal sense and talk about last night/ this morning. Darwin's party was rockin', yo... even though the girls didn't get to sleep over. We all congregated around 6 or 7: Lex, Ryan, Josh, Darwin, Brooke, Pat, Erik, Corey, and I. For the next 5 or 6 hours, we spent our time watching movies and concerts, Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1104377374117281742004-12-30T15:26:00.000-08:002004-12-30T12:26:22.426-08:00LOOKING BACK
I can't believe it's the end of 2004. So much has happened in this year to me. I've gone through so many lifetimes. I've lived about 4 different lives, while through it all continuing to stay Me on the inside. I can honestly say I'm proud to have accomplished that. As much as I've hated who I am, my life, and everything about it, as many changes I've made and have happened to me, Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1104192982947249712004-12-27T15:26:00.000-08:002004-12-27T16:16:22.946-08:00HMMMM...
I'm in a very weird position/mood/state of mind right now. My mind is mixed up and jumbled and going a mile a minute about ten thousand different things. I feel like Pat in that I'm thinking about everything at the same time. Difference is, he can handle it cos he does it all the time. I feel like I need a mind vacuum. I first got confused when I logged on here to blog, thinking of my Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1103934833107798822004-12-25T13:31:00.000-08:002004-12-25T10:31:44.736-08:00STRANGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED
So instead of going to Improv Club Thursday after school like we normally do, Ryan and I got bored and decided to go for a walk around West Chester. Thing is, it was pouring rain. But it was Ryan and I. That was hardly going to stop us.
I wore a tank top and a flannel overshirt, and Ryan was in a t-shirt and a hooded sweatshirt. We set out down the sidewalk. In Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1103753229570195142004-12-22T13:47:00.001-08:002004-12-22T14:07:09.570-08:00JUMPING ON THE CALLIOPE WAGON
For those of you who don't see me every day, do you remember back in May or June when I was excited about getting on the Calliope editorial board? In case you don't, Calliope (which is actually that cool instrument that plays carnival or merry go round music) is the name of Henderson's literary magazine. I am indeed on its editorial board, and a group of about Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1103753145315930962004-12-22T13:47:00.000-08:002004-12-22T14:05:45.316-08:00JUMPING ON THE CALLIOPE WAGON
For those of you who don't see me every day, do you remember back in May or June when I was excited about getting on the Calliope editorial board? In case you don't, Calliope (which is actually that cool instrument that plays carnival or merry go round music) is the name of Henderson's literary magazine. I am indeed on its editorial board, and a group of about Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1103339753484621252004-12-17T18:59:00.000-08:002004-12-17T19:15:53.483-08:00HELLUVA NIGHT
Tonight was the first of a series of five gigs that the lovely and talented Dirty String Band is holding over the course of the next month. Pat's on guitar and vocals, Ryan's on bass, and Joe (whom I don't mention here too much, but he's the coolest kid ever) is vocals and drums. Lucky me, as the girlfriend of the bassist and the Camera Bitch of the Night, I got to enter "with" theEmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1102892582002844692004-12-12T14:35:00.000-08:002004-12-12T15:03:02.003-08:00PA- RUM PUM PUM PUM
You know, you never see that spelled out.
Anyway. I decided that one of my favorite Christmas songs is "The Little Drummer Boy." It's not an especially beautiful song or anything... but listen to the lyrics. They really made me think yesterday. I mean, here's this little boy. I bet he's the only kid who got to see baby Jesus as a newborn. He's surrounded by all these Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1102298296854613732004-12-05T17:07:00.000-08:002004-12-08T19:44:10.460-08:00ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS...
Here's a little holiday wish list that's been sort of kind of going around the blogs. I will give no other explanation here than to say that I consider this the beginning of my holiday spirit... meaning... IT'S CHRISTMASTIIIIIIIIME. Sorry, I know I start celebrating way too early, but it just makes me so happy, I can't resist! And this isn't really a list of things I Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1102188670383093482004-12-04T11:24:00.000-08:002004-12-04T11:31:10.383-08:00SONG FOR DECEMBER... JUST A BIT LATE
Happiness- the Peanuts gang
CHARLIE BROWN
I'm so happy. That little red-headed gril dropped her pencil.
It has teeth marks all over it. She nibbles her pencil.
She's human! It hasn't been such a bad day after all.
Happiness is finding a pencil
SNOOPY
Pizza with sausage
LINUS
Telling the time
SCHROEDER
Happiness is learning to whistle
LINUS
Tying you Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1101666815744710482004-11-29T22:38:00.000-08:002004-11-29T19:38:19.873-08:00JUST SOME THINGS
Mom's home. She got home Saturday night... she's doing all right. I've decided I really love people who cook for us. It's something really nice and useful to do, rather than just sending flowers or saying "Get well soon." You can't eat flowers, even though Lex will beg to differ.
I'm really quite happy right now. Really content. My friends, for the most part, aren't having too Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1101408188122928082004-11-25T10:23:00.000-08:002004-11-25T10:43:08.123-08:00YOU KNOW...
I decided I like Thanksgiving. Because almost every other holiday is about trying to get what you want, or making wishes on what you want. But Thanksgiving is the time to make the best of what you have.
That is what it's time to do.
We spend our lives wishing and wanting and waiting for the things that will make us happy. A lot of the time, we never get those things. But it isn't Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1101240171784462842004-11-23T11:59:00.000-08:002004-11-23T12:02:51.783-08:00A SONG THAT...
1. Reminds you of a friend: Jesus, Etc. by Wilco, cos Pat graced me with the glory of the song.
2. Reminds you of your childhood: for lack of something better, Field of Innocence by Evanescence, just cos that's how I've always viewed my childhood, even at early ages like 10... I always would wish I could go back and "start over", as I put it, cos I wouldn't have anything to Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1100828458161742572004-11-18T17:15:00.000-08:002004-11-18T17:40:58.160-08:00THE HUMAN RACE...
I've come to quite depise it. We're all so false and deceptive and we have to put up a front for everybody and adjust our personalities, even if it's slightly, to fit the expectations of others. Those who are honest are quite often classified as assholes. I'd respect the honest man, if I could find one. Or if I could be one myself.
And on another note. I've found that a man Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512946.post-1100557566402529412004-11-15T13:46:00.000-08:002004-11-15T14:26:06.403-08:00Okay, I had to get rid of this post... so what better way to do it than posting what I figured out about it?
I watched a movie on Saturday night, and then didn't watch it again on Sunday with Ryan... heh heh. But anyway, it was called "I Am Sam" and the message I got from it was a really good one. A man named Sam has a mental illness that gets in the way of raising his child as a single father, Emhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17766013836242693126noreply@blogger.com