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January 26 bob and cosmoSo yeah here I am again. scary huh. Everybody wants me to get a myspace. I don't really want to tho. I like talking to myself on here better.
As to this Cierra person, if I know you it may have been from Camp CRUSH if you went there this past year. cuz I had a Cierra in my cabin. Can't wait for this year's camp crush. or pinecroft.
Emily is not allowed to do anything for 3 weeks, shes 'quarantined'. IT really stinks big time. Izzy and I are gonna have a schweepober on sunday. which is cool. shes highlaireeous. danielle came to school today. coolness. haha Janyce and I almost broke Mike's copier on Wednesday. apparently you have to to type in a code before printing and we kinda forgot that part and were just pushing random buttons. Tricia saved the copier from an untimely death. Jane Eyre is a purdy cool book. A lil hard to understand sometimes, granted, but... still cool.
I just noticed that I have used the word 'cool' 4 times in a teensie paragraph, my english teacher would be horrified....haha..... mean old guy..... Today we played Pictionary in Spanish class. that class has far too many little kids in it. I mean I don't mind the 11's and 12's bein in a class with me, cuz I AM pretty dumb, but when it gets to 8 year olds........wow. Izzyable and I just talked on the phone for like an hour. she is one of the few people I like talking on the phone too. Lots of people can't hear/understand me and lots of people I don't understand (theres a double meaning to that).
Today I was being plain old mean to all my pals. Tess got so fed up she went off with Heidi for the entire lunch break. Heidi can be scary. when she gets to break dancing its like, whoa there girlie. she has interesting ways of expressing herself...... haha......i sound like a school counselor...... speaking of school counselors.....lol never mind. thats another story.
speaking of being mean...... um.... I don't know where thats goin, as you can tell I am rather tired. I guess I better go torture someone else..... lame Friday nights at home........ havta do matematicas in da mornin, what a fabulous way to wake up.
Isabel wants me to help convince you-know-who to come to the potluck on sunday cuz it would be 'awkward if just she asked him' . what about me feeling awkward here? geesh nobody ever considers my feelings.... sniff........ wow this is such a lame long boring blog. do I get the award for longest ramble now seth? and I am trying to maintain my award for 'title has nothing to do with the blog' lead.
what should I talk about? if you haven't noticed yet, nobody is on messenger and I am quite bored. I wish CIerra would message me or something so I could figure out who she is. I can't think of many Cierras besides my Camp CRUSH one. Camp CRUSH this past year sucked so bad. it was lame. only 3 days. everything was pathetic too. hopefully this year will be better. with me in charge who knows? muahahaa.
austa luego,
-emily January 25 bloggiynessHello.
After reading seths FREAKIN AMAZING BLOG I was inspired to write a blog myelf. however it will not be nearly as interesting because I have no one nearly as interesting as Gabe to inspire my nearly as interesting blog.
THE FOG HAS BEEN AS THICK AS PEANUT BUTTER!!!!! you mean pea soup? YOU EAT WHAT YOU WANT AND I'LL EAT WHAT I WANT~!!!!!!!
well whatever your personal preference is, the fog is thiiiiiiiiick. last night you couldn't see a thing. especially driving over the bridge. the river was just this black gaping canyon below. it was sooo thick you couldn't even see the lights of downtown from the freeway! after youth group when we went outside the plain old pavement was so slick and if you just shuffled your feet a little bit your feet would go sliding all across the ground. it was super cool. today I worked on my essay all day. boring. but i finished and everything is in for this semester except for some math which i will do during advisory tomorrow. wow...... a coyote is roaming on the south hill. cool. sounds like fun ta me.
wow this blog sucks so much. i feel lame..... Isabel hasn't talked to me much lately. very sad. EMily is really sick so I can't hang out with her. I'm bored.... I think i'll go find a movie to rent.... adios....
-emily January 21 sundee day! againUm today I went to church ( big surprise eh?) and I played fiddle at sunday school. i kinda sucked. my fiddle was out of tune which definitely didnt add to the effect. after church i went to lunch at Anthony's with izzy, and mr and mrs lovick. haha, and we didn't even have seafood!!!! the huckleberry lemonade was the best. the weird part is me, izzy and mrs lovick all ordered the same thing, and mr lovick and his carpenter friend both ordered the same thing. whats even weirder is when dani was there last time she had the same thing i had today, and the same drink even. odd...then they took us out and showed us all of the houses they own and 'the castle'. they have a cute little maltese named Dotzi. she is so furry. so yeah... that was today. exciting....... iknow......tomorrow... i am working on my engleesh essay and have a fiddle lesson, i might go to stroh's and i know this entry is suuuuper boring and self-centered. but i have nothing to talk about right now, and anything interesting requires thought which is tiresome. I just got done watching part 1 of jane eyre. its kind of an intense movie..... but cool. i watched half of war of the worlds earlier...... as you can tell i am bored.
im going to go schnoozle.......... wow..... that word is so lame..... you can really tell that i'm tired........ g'night,
-emily January 18 An incredible story.The Not So Simple Life
Once upon a great green bullfrog, there lived a man. This man, he was a simple man, who lived in a simple house, with a simple cow and Three simple sheep. The only thing not simple about this simple man was that he lived on a not-so-simple organism, a great green bullfrog. This frog was great, he was green, not a machine. Sadly, this frog was not-so-simple, and not-so-simple things are often complicated, as is the word complicated itself. Well, this simple man loved his simple house and simple cow, and his three simple sheep. But, he did not love his not-so-simple great green bullfrog. For simple people like things just like that... Simple. In fact, a simple person may not like this narrative, for this narrative is not-so-simple, and therefore it is complicated, or possibly even confusing, which is, much worse than complicated, even though complicated and confusing are often confused and complicated these days. Anyway, this simple man disliked his not-so-simple great green bullfrog, but could not find no way to move that was simple enough. He has tried wishing, dreaming, and even hoping, but nothing seemed to work. So, this simple man lived out his simple existence and simply could not come up with a simple scheme to leave his not-so-simple frog. So he simply lived not-so-simply. Sorta. Maybe.
Will Driskell Found this incredibley awesome story on an incredibly awesome Emily's site. Her friend ^ Will' wrote it. It is incredibly awesome and I lub it to death. Very very groovy eh? I have to go do scholarly work and try to be generally scholarly for the next several hours which is always a great trial, but I make my attempts, do I not? and here I go talking all weird again... it all comes from those durned Shakespeare plays..... Today. I am doin' schoolwork. and tomorra I will go spend the night with my dear shanielle deridan. and on saturday is a lunch at the choich for the high and jr school scrullers. that sentence made almost no sense. but hey... i never make sense even to meeself. I need to get a picture of Tess. I talk about her quite a bit and nobody has seen a pic of her yet. I bet you're starting to think she is imaginary now eh?
yesterday we had a sub at school all day. my main sub was Gene Cunneely. And no he didnt wear jeans he wore slacks. and his last name is pronounced cun-eee-lee. uptight man. not fun a t'all. quite depressing... well i g2g do school works. adios, seth! and maybe izzy!
Mindy better bring me a feather from those rhode island red roosters.......ttyl!!!!!!
-emily January 15 emo girliesYeah so Isabel and I went emo last night. And promptly changed back to our good old normal selves 5 hours later. She came over after church yesterday and we went sledding. lots of fun. there were only 3 guys at the City School hill. They were cussin' their heads off the entire time, real attractive. on our last time down, she wiped out. really wiped out. she got a bad grass burn on her back and grass, mud and snow all over her... quite the 'biff'. so we came home and had hot chocolate and hung out. then we completely covered our hair with gel and went emo. very exciting. my dad was sooo impressed...... haha...... we watched The Italian Job last night. I love that movie. those minis are super sweet. we are going to have a sleepover later this week with emily. she had to go 'cheerlead' at a game and ditched us. ah well. we've got big evil devious plans for the next sleepover....... muahaha. see y'all around, -emilyHere are some pix from our... adventures....... January 08 if Monkeys could fly...they would pick me up and carry me off to the evil witchs castle. But alas, as they cannot, I am still here. Life has been rather ordinary as of late. And i truly have not the slightest idea why I am speaking in such a way. However, it is quite enjoyable so I shall proceed. My musical world has been growing rather too fast as of late and is rather aggitating at times. For instance, Next sunday I must play for sunday school, as my youth pastor commanded me too, and I don't know any of the songs yet. So I must learn 3 songs for that. Next Monday is a holiday and Mike signed Nate and I up to play for 2 hours at some guys coffee shop. We get paid, but..... 2 hours?? how many songs do they think we know? there are only like 2 I can play perfectly in front of people. I hope the guy isn't expecting a fantabulous show, or he shall be gravely dissapointed. And Next sunday I was going to have my dear friend Emily over but dad has decided to have me attend another music workshop. ANd then in March NAte and I are playing for the Saturday Night Thang, and thats only 20 minutes, but the crowd pays to get in, and your up on stage with lots of lights, and if I screw up I'm doomed. I love music and everything, and I started playing cuz I wanted to, but now dad has been kind of forcng me to play i front of people which I absolutely hate. they made me and nate play at some dumb relatives house on sat. and my aunt sat on the couch right in front of me and glared the entire time. ugh. people. yesterday Chris was giving me a hard time and telling me fiddle playing was lame and on and on. Does he think that in some way impresses me? its like, hey she likes fiddling, maybe if I go run it down she'll like me. Guys can be incredibly stupid sometimes. ANd if you hadn;t noticed I'm rather grumpy today. SO never mind this dreadful depressing blog, I'll go back to being cheerful and nice tomorrow. Mom has been nagging me, I've been doing dumb English homework about all the African American stuff you can imagine. Yeah we were mean to them. Its over already... doI have to study every single frickin case they were abused in? Rosa Parks, Linda Brown, theScottsboro boys, so much of this stuff my head could explode.
disheartening..... January 06 A sweet little poem.Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end, Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face, For life is a swift and terrible race, He knows I like him just as well, As in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine but we were younger then, And now we are busy, tired men. Tired of playing a foolish game, Tired of trying to make a name. "Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim Just to show that I'm thinking of him." But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend. Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone, tell them. I got this in my email today..... with the usual forward or bad luck for 5 years, and the send to 5 people and you're true love will call you tomorrow. In spite of those dumb remarks I still thought it was a cute poem.... I haven't been writing much lately except for school. I should start being a poet again.... maybe I'm a poet and I don't know it...... haha talk about corny....
talk to .... whoever may read this.... later.....
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