Princess High-N-Mighty Big-Shot Told-Ya-So Boss-of-the-World

Life goes on, sadly enough.

2009-06-03T17:23:00.000-07:00

So Dylan graduated Monday.

Yes, I know.
It's weird.

Mr. Homebody is all grown up and going out on his own. :[ I mean, of course we're going to see enough of him. He says he'll be home every weekend, but I hope that once he gets out there he changes his mind. Not that I don't want to see him, of course, but I want him to be comfortable being out there on his own. I'm sure he'll learn.

You know, it's really sad how as soon as he and I begin to get along a bit better, he has to leave. But I suppose that's just how things work.

I actually planned out this whole thing in secret from Dylan to surprise him, too! ;P
We have a choir banquet every year at the end of the year and we all get pins for what year we're in in choir and there's superlatives and the seniors get recognized.
So, I'd talked to our director, Mrs. Elliott, and got a spot to give a speech for him.

I had an idea as to what to write, but, unsurprisingly, I wrote it all the day of the banquet. Good thing I have a knack for writing, eh?

My whole goal of the speech was one, of course, to have it be special for my brother. Secondly, I wanted it to be something that wouldn't bore people. And third, I'll admit I wanted a few people to cry.

1) succeeded
2) succeeded
3) succeeded A LOT

I really didn't expect that many people to cry, but i had the whole house face-raining.

But enough about me.

I never really expressed much interest in what Dylan did or didn't do, at least pertaining to school nonsense, but I really am proud of him. Though he may have waited last minutes for somethings, I'm still astonished at where he has put himself.
He is so talented and smart, I know he can do what he wants, if he puts his mind to it. I mean, not to sound cheesy, but it is mildly required.

I do have that speech written down somewhere... I'm sure I'll find it in like 3 months and blog it eventually.

old friends, decisions, & life

2009-03-24T00:47:00.000-07:00

So, I'm here in Florida visiting mah old buddy Deanna.
Well, she's not exactly an old buddy, that I never talk to or something. But she has been my best friend since I was seven, and tragically ended up moving to Florida about six years ago.
Fortunately enough, we still keep in contact over myspace and such.

And, man, do I love her.
It's funny, because every time we hang out, it's not like some kind of reunion. We just chill like it happens every day.

And I owe it to mah pops!
Thanks for sending me down here, duuuuuude.

But, whilst spending my time down here, I've decided that I'm the happiest I've been in a while, and that this last year was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.

I mean, despite all the drama and angst, it put me in a place I'm really enjoying.
I've found all my real friends that I would give anything for, got the right help, became closer with my family, and not to mention been introduced to amazing music, movies, and whatnot.

I've found my philosophy in life as well.
All I can ever want is tolerance, and to live my life to the fullest.
I'm going to put myself out there, pursue my dreams, live through amazing experiences, and try to leave the best name I can for myself.

Isn't that what life should be about?

P.S.- I'm homesick. :[

harumph.

2009-01-21T20:47:00.000-08:00

My insides hurt.

O______O

I suppose it's all in my head.
I've come to terms with the fact that I am not perfect, and there's nothing I can do about it.
If you don't like me, the way I act, the things I say, or the way I dress, then tough shit.
That's me.
Maybe you'll get used to it.
I'm a teenager, I change constantly- Maybe you'll find a persona in me that you'll like.

But, if you don't, I don't mind.

Of course it matters somewhat.
It's like if you love a shirt, then someone tells you they don't like it.
You're still going to wear it, but it'd always be better if they did like it.

Yeah, it'd be cool if you liked me.
But if you don't, that's cool with me, too.

Something you might not know is that I've been in therapy for about 5 months.
Distilled feelings are as follows: hurt, anger, sadness, betrayal.
Instilled ideas are as follows: It's ok to be angry, for the right reasons. I am worth it.

I'm trying.
I'm pushing to make it.
My goal is to be who you want me to be, and who I want to be at the same time.
But I'm taking it slow.
I'd rather not push myself too hard.

On another note,
Postsecret.blogspot.com has changed my life.
Well, not really, but it is pretty amazing.
I hope you've heard of it, but for those of you who haven't, it's this project where a guy just asked people to send him postcards with their secrets on them.

I sent in one today.

Bird Flu

2008-11-30T18:43:00.000-08:00

So, I don't really know how to start this.
All I can say is that I've spent the past couple days surrounded by either
1)turkey
or
2)barf.

Yeah.

Thanksgiving day was fairly uneventful.
My cousin spent the night with me the night before, then around noon on the actual day of thanks, we went to my mother's house.
A filling lunch ensued.

Then, around 4, my siblings, my cousin Sam, and I transported our fat selves to my father's place.
More food. Woopeeeeee.

My dad had called my mom's house a few minutes before claiming, "We're all anxious to eat."
Anxious to eat, my ass.
I ain't eatin nuffin, my brudda.

But, alas, one can never deny stuffing.
And this weird pineapple/cheese/whatever the frack else is in it casserole thing that Rachel makes.
It's delicious.

So, next morning, I get up and one out of the five children is missing.
It's Katie, and apparently, she got really sick around 2 something in the morning and was tossing chunks and pooping everywhere.
My mom got Katie or something, so she was over there, whilst all of us other kids were at my dad's.

My mom had gotten Katie so as to try to protect my dad from any sort of sickness, which didn't really help in the long run because my brother and I both got sick as well.

I suppose there are some benefits to Katie not being there, mostly because my dad wouldn't have to take care of her, and I guess he doesn't really have to take care of my brother and I whilst we're sick.
We can both drag ourselves to the toilet right before our stomach explodes both up our esophogi and colons just fine.

Basically, I've resolved to never eat pizza again.

I've never really liked pizza in the first place, and normally my dad or mom or whomever did the ordering will get me some hot wings or chicken strips or something.
But, I actually opted for the pizza when the food got there.

Which, inevitably, was really the better choice.
Mostly because throwing up pizza flavor is ultimately better than throwing up spicy demon chunks.

But, still, I will never eat pizza again in my life.
Because nothing is worse than looking up and seeing this vile, bile/tomato sauce-smelling thing in your toilet- That happens to look exactly like the pizza you ate just hours beforehand.

Which is probably a lie.
Because there is nothing BETTER than Conner Miller's specialty ICB pizza.
And that probably wouldn't be too bad throwing up.

Except maybe if you're on a date.
In which case, you would end up with garlic/vomit breath.
But let's just assume that won't happen.

Because who would eat garlic on a date?

Well,

2008-10-29T16:37:00.001-07:00

I think it's about time i put up a real post.

Here's what I've been up to-

1)I'm in or school's fall production, play/musical thing, as the narrarator for A Christmas Story.

2)I've been writing TONS of poetry. I have this one notebook I've been filling up with all sorts o' crap. I hace about 24 poems right now I think. I could stand for some of them to go. I mean, at some points you can tell when I've really got some good ispiration, and others you can see where I've basically forced rhyming words out of myself.
But, anyways, it's still pretty noice.
I'm actually looking to getting published.
Who agrees that it might be a good idea to include some of my older stuff?
Eh?

3)I have an awesome councelor.
Her name is Sandy.
I did feel a bit nuts going to school yesterday with a sticker featuring two stick-figure kids holding hands and big letters at the top saying, "I LIKE BEING ME!" on my chest.
But mostly because everyone thought Sandy just slapped it on me, in a "there-ya-go! all better, eh?" fashion.
Buuuut, truth-be-told, I picked it out. I actually liked it a bit.
Though I can admit it was silly, I still liked it.
I did, however, pick out another that I thought was pretty funny. It was some girl stick figure with words around her that said, "KIDS ARE SPECIAL PEOPLE!"
I'd thought that was pretty hilarious, but most kids got a kick out of the former.
Maybe I am crazy?

4)Today I pranced around school showing off my shrink stickers, now on my backpack, alongside an "Obama '08" sticker.
Surprisingly, I didn't get as much of a reaction as I'd hoped.
LOL, I'm just loving all this crap about Obama coming from morons who know nothing, though.
I've never had much opinion on elections EVER, but in this case I don't even have to pay attention to use my common sense and realize Obama is better.

Oh well, as I've said before, "As if my opinion matters."

As if my opinion matters,

2008-10-20T17:27:00.000-07:00

What I didn't know about myself.

2008-08-17T22:38:00.000-07:00

So, simply go to google and type in various such things as "*insert name here* loves" and "*insert name here* hates".

Some of the products are pretty fun.
Here goes.

Emily loves to bounce!

Emily loves everything Japanese

Emily loves the earth

Emily loves Danny Haren

Emily loves banana custard!!

Emily hates you.

Emily hates ciggarettes

Emily hates chipmunks.

Emily hates feet!

Emily hates the name Dave.

and so on.

Now listen here, America!

2008-08-12T15:37:00.001-07:00

new poem, i was pissed.

2008-07-29T00:32:00.000-07:00

You people sicken me
July 21

i am so tired
of not being able
to arange my feelings
into an orderly fashion.

mixed-up
jumbles,
blunders,
and fumbles

i hate how
i feel so selfish
telling you
to give people chances, if only for me

i hate how
i feel so selfish
asking for time
with a friend who's forgotten this painted on wall-flower

it makes me sick
to think of
how i portray myself
even on accident

it makes me sick
to think of
the fact that
i can't even control myself

my innards churn
at the thought
that people could care less
about me.

i feel like hurling butterflies
when i see your face
looking at mine
with no given sympathy

i pity you people.

i pity you irrational,
selfish,
judgemental,
attention-seeking,
awkward,
hypocritical
people.

i'm dissappointed in you.
i'm dissappointed in you people who could care less.
i'm dissappointed in you people who think that you are all that matters.
i'm dissappointed in you people who don't give others chances.

every day,
i just long more and more
to get away from here,
from this narcissist-inhabited place.

how many days
will it take
for you to just
drive me away?

apparently, you don't want me to stay.

lyrics

2008-07-06T12:21:00.000-07:00

The Steady Beat
July 5

Drowning in a dream
Falling for fear
My hand reaches for yours
But it doesn't seem to appear

I lurch for the light
But it doesn't get closer
With the darkness closing in
I feel myself becoming colder

The steady beat of your footsteps
Slowly fading away
I can feel the rhythm in my bones
Dissappearing more every day

Your arguement drones
My mind saunters
Your words fade to the background
My thoughts wander

The steady beat of your heartbeat
Slowly fading away
I can feel the rhythm in my bones
Dissappearing more every day

I am drowning
I am falling
I am reaching
But I'm not finding

Here we go again
With my words drifting off

The steady beat of your pumping veins
Slowly fading away
I can feel the rhythm in my bones
Dissappearing more every day

Your words are a sickening sweet
With bitter undertones
I can hear the venom in your voice
I can hear the already-said couplet clones

The steady beat of your plagerized words
Slowly pounding away
Melt into my system
And hide inside my brain

The steady beat
The steady beat
Slowly pounding away

yo, dewds. if you haven't noticed...

2008-07-01T22:00:00.000-07:00

My blog now plays music at my request!
If you *reallly* feel like pausing it or something, just scrollll down to the bottom of my page and there you have it. My playlist. If you really are interested in the music I listen to, go ahead, look through it.
Have fun, weirdos.

And now, for my latest poem.
VVVVVVV
most conceited poem ever
June 19

if you can't pull the blade
i you can't jump the edge

i am life.

if you can swipe the blade
if you can twist the rope

i am death.

if you feel darkness closing in
if your light at the end of the tunnel is fading

i am your flashlight.

if you can't see the world for what it is
if you are incapable of seeing the truth

i am your exposing paparrazi.

if you feel the world is cruel
if you feel the world is cold

i am your warm embrace.

if your standing-ground has caved
if your ceiling has collapsed

i am your katrina vollunteer.

if you look in the mirror and see ugly
if your passing glance says fat

i am anorexia.

if you look in the mirror and see gorgeous
if your passing glance says perfect

i am conceit.

if you don't know who to turn to
if you can't find an uncomfortable enough couch

i am your all-knowing psychiatrist.

if your sun has been blot out
if your night-sky scene is void

i am the stars in your eyes.

if you feel burnt-out
if you feel like you can't go on

i am the fire under you

if you think you can never love again
if you feel you can't go on

i am cupid's arrow.

if you can't stuck in buckles
if your straight-jacket is too tight

i am your padded walls.

if you're deaf to pleading voices
if you've shut out all noise

i am the whisper in eating your ear.

if you can't follow the right path
if you won't follow the right path

i am the angel on your shoulder.

if you're some goody two-shoes
if you can't take a risk

i am the devil on your shoulder.

if your senses are inconclusive
if your nerve-endings give wrong answers

i am your seeing-eye-dog.

if you're waiting for a burst of creativity
if you can't come up with what's next

i am the blinding flash.

if you can't find your beloved "god"
if your savior has gone missing

i am your own personal blasphemist.

if you need some guidance
if you need some love

i am your big sister.

if you have faith.
if you believe.

i am your christian.

if you can't see it.
if you need proof.

i am your atheist.

if you have your suspisions
if you still know something's there, though

i am your inconcusive teenager.

if you're a liar
if you're a fire

i am your childish chant.

if you're starting to dissappear
if you can feel yourself fading away

i am your has-been life.

if you've seen the sky
if you've see the earth

i am everything.

if you have faith in me
if you don't have faith in me

it doesn't matter. no matter what,
I AM GOD.

Newest poem

2008-06-22T10:56:00.000-07:00

"ready for wrong"
June 19

a pair of eyes
gleaming in the dark

ready to strike

a pair of hands
set in formation

ready to pray

a heart
intwined around another

ready for love

society as we know it
failing to provide

ready to fall

drug dealers
on street corners

ready to sell out

jesus freaks
in front of mosques

ready to infringe

meddling parents
snooping in what's not their business

ready to ruin

friends arguing
about dumb things that shouldn't matter

ready to make up

uninvolved people
trying to get in your situations

ready to get punched in the face

people who jump to conclusions
not getting the facts straight

ready to make matters worse

a hand
laced through another

ready to never let go

my mind
rushing, racing, swirling, pumping

ready to forget

our minds
dancing, twisting, spinning, whirling

ready to begin anew.

I've been tagged!

2008-06-17T21:43:00.000-07:00

The rules of the game get posted at the beginning of the post. Each player answers the questions about themselves in their post. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.

1. What was I doing ten years ago?
Well, I kind of only like 4 (almost 5) years old. So prolly picking my nose and eating it or watching power rangers.

2. What are five things on my list to do today?
Well, may day is pretty much over as of now.
so...
1)stay up late
2)watch tv
3)mess aroung on the computer
4)prolly edit some pics or something
5)sleep

3. Snacks I enjoy?
The tears of poor Ethiopian childran and the souls of orphaned children.

4. Things I Would Do If I Were A Billionaire?
I'd open a savings account, lyk duh.
Then I'd buy a car.
Then I'd buy a house with a garage to put my car in.
Then I'd buy your children.

5. Three of my bad habits?
Being negative.
Being moody.
Being a.d.d.

6. Five places I have lived?
Huntsville, AL.
Hermitage, TN.
Old Hickory, TN.
Mt. Juliet, TN.
and....ONE SHORT! DANGIT!

7. Five jobs I’ve had?
none?

8. How did you name your blog?
That's what I called myself for the longest time. Lyk duh.

Now for the tagging:
1)DAD!
2)Rach!
...um...I'm not supposed to read anybody elses' blog.
Ha.

AUGH!

2008-06-08T13:16:00.001-07:00

So we got home from a week at Orange Beach yesterday...to a buglarized house!
I'll save the Orange Beach stories for another blog, but for now- THE ROBBERY!

My brother and I pulled into the driveway (we went in seperate cars because there were so many of us) and the garage door was open. Dylan was like, "Oh, don't even tell me...". There was something on the floor of the garage and I got out of the car to get it. So I went and picked up, whaddaya know, a silver platter.

We walked inside to the kitchen to find almost every cabinet open, really nothing missing. 'Cept they ate some of our ice cream.
We turn into the dining room- only a few china plates gone. No, not the whole set, just some plates. Some of our silver is gone, but not all of it. There was also something that wasn't even there before- a knife. A very sharp, scary, stabba-stabba knife. Yeah.
We turn into the living room- our big ol' flatscreen tv is gone, wires hanging every which-way. But not our amazing surround sound system.
Went into dad's office- no civil war rifles and sabres (hint hint)or coin collection or computer to be found anywhere. But the nice flatscreen monitor is still there.
Go into our keeping room- Big tv still there. It's nice. You wouldn't know that it's broken if you looked at it. (hint hint) Computer gone. Flatscreen monitor still there.
Dad's room- Guitar gone. Nice antique trunk gone. Bedspread gone. (obviously to carry stuff in.)All his jewelry gone. Yes, class ring and all.
Dad's closet- Every bag rifled through. None taken. (I think they must've been looking for something.) Only thing gone from his closet is one suade sports jacket. Out of allll his nice jackets and whatnot, they take a sports jacket. O_o?
Adjacent closet- Light not even on. Desk not touched. Not a single storage box opened.
Dad's bathroom- No lights on. Nothing gone.
My room- Comforter gone. Psp gone. Tv still there. But only one set of drawers gone through. One drawer broken. Crap all across my room. Even if they did take something, I would never know. I'm thinking they got through one drawer and figured I just had crap. (Little did they know, I have a fabulous light-brite set they could've taken! MWA-HA-HA-HAAA!)
Dylan's room- Both tvs still there. Recliner flipped. My futon (he still hasn't given that thing back) cushion flipped. Computer taken, crappy monitor still there. But they wouldn't know it was crappy unless...(hint hint)I don't remember what else was gone from his room.
Anna and Katie's room- Sock drawer gone through. Polly pocket dumped on floor. But they didn't even go into the big storage room at the back of their closet. How did they know we don't have anything besides like Christmas stuff in there? (hint hint) Tv still there.

Kay, so they had to be looking for something, right? Why else would they search every bag in my dad's closet, or a polly pocket bag?
And they MUST have known us.
How did they know our keeping room tv was broken?
How did they know our heirlooms were valuable?
They only took a few obviously valuable things, and lots of things that were'nt quite so obvious.
How did they know?
And my dad is gone on business trips all the time, why did they pick now when all of us were gone? Was it someone who only heard that we were gone from school?
Hmm.

BTW- Know anyone with a red Dodge Durango?

Latest poem!

2008-06-02T22:09:00.000-07:00

"old couple."
May 26

cracked lips whisper gentle harmonies
that intertwine around the melodies of love

hoarse throats croak out sweet nothings
that are really sweet somethings

rough, wrinkled skin rubs against
soft, wrinkled bedsheets

"i always said we'd grow old together"
"you never said anything about dying"

old, puffy eyes meet
and share the same emotion

"well, i think we can live forever"
"i don't want to unless i'm in your arms"

arthritis-ridden fingers meet
and wind tight around each other

we sigh our last breath
singing loves songs to each other

and we become shadows
as our bodies become nothing

or maybe somethings.

K, so

2008-05-25T19:20:00.001-07:00

I broke up with what's-his-name.
And I dun wanna explain it.

AND I have a new bf.

He's nice, and whoever said that you should wait after a relationship to get back in the fast lane is crazy. At least when used in reference to teenagers.

We've only been going out for like 2 days, but already I'm much happier.
Like, I hung out with him all day yesterday, and it was probably one of the best days EVARSS.
Mkayy?

Oh, yeah.
And we look like siblings.

See?
And he's only like a couple inches taller than me. X]
But it's ok, we're cute.

That's all, folks.

GORGEOUS TINY CHICKEN MACHINE SHOW EPISODES 2-9!

2008-05-10T16:21:00.000-07:00

Eck. This is long. Deal with it.

2008-05-05T19:01:00.000-07:00

So I've actually had a few things going on lately, though I don't really know how to put them in order.
Maybe I'll just number them. That should help a little, I suppose.
But it probably won't be all that chronilogical. Oh, well.

1) I recently went through a little spot of trouble with my boyfriend. (And, yes, it is almost 4 months. Thanks for asking.)
Well, you guys know about his crazy-ace mom, right? I thought she was over me, but apparently not. That dirty fish.

So I'm at one of my bff, Courtney's, birthday party that Timmy's supposed to come to. And he was even going to come hang out at proviDANCE (local outdoor mall hangout place. It's just providance, but we emphasize the DANCE part.) afterwards. Well, Mrs. Ice Queen decides all of a sudden that she doesn't want Timmy to be around me and he's all frustrated and whatnot. (Keep in mind, that we were speaking over text, here.) And so he's like, "I just can't take it anymore. I don't want to deal with it." So I say, "So, what, you're breaking up with me?" And he's all, "Well, I dunno. I don't want to, but I just can't take it." And that goes on for a while until he like "officially" breaks up with me. Over text.

So then I was just like, "Whatever. I'm going to enjoy this party while I can." (And cry later.)

Then, a couple of hours later, while I'm still at the party- he texts me again. And he's like, "Oh my god. I made a terrible mistake." And I just reply, no joke, "No sh**, sherlock." And that's all I said. I was PO'd. Very.

Well, I called him that night so we could figure things out because he didn't want to break up with me and we both still liked each other and whatnot. (It was pretty much his mom's fault, is what I'm getting at.) And he's basically sobbing on the other end of the phone. It was terrible. (Yet, strangely flattering in a way. I've never had anyone cry over me before, especially a boy. Ya know?) And he had asked me to take him back, but I just didn't think I could, or had the strength to in the first place.

So the next day we were both a little more stable and pulled-together.(Being as both of us were sobbing and on the end of our hairs the day before.) And we spent the day pretty much discussing about how we both still really liked (still do, obviously) each other and how we'd decided that we'd get back together later and so on. Like, in my one poem, "Give Up Your Compromises", the quotes were taken straight from one of our conversations. Well, except for the first one. I made that up.

But anyways...
Like we had decided to go out when 1)he learned to treat me a little better (because he was already like being rude and ignoring me and never EVER calling or doing anything first. Not that I have a problem with calling or texting or asking to go somewhere first, but you want a guy to show interest every once and a while, ya know?) and 2)I had healed. Because he had hurt me so bad all in one day, on top of him already beginning to hurt me.

But then that night I just couldn't take it anymore and I took him back. Yes, I know, it was a bit soon, but whatever. I don't care. I realized that it is the absolute worst feeling in the world to have the person you care about the most saying they love you and saying they're stupid and saying they've made the biggest mistake of their life adn sobbing on the other end of the phone because you don't want them.

Not that I didn't want him. I just...couldn't, I guess.

But once I did, I realized how much I really do love the kid.
And I was happy.

2) I've realized that I'm becoming quite the little artisan. I've always sung, and I'm moving up on the choir heirarchy scale at my school. I've been working on my poetry a lot, like I used to write a lot and now I've begun again. I've once again picked up my old mandolin and begun writing songs- tablature and lyrics. I've been constantly taking pictures and editing them and whatnot. I've been drawing and experimenting with paints and other such art tools as well.

3) My grades aren't quite so bad, either. I have all core classes, too. So gimme a break, people. My school is on block schedule, which means that we only have four classes a day. I don't have any exploritories at all this semester. I don't have one class that really gives me a break. (Unless you count my english class, which is basically a joke.) I have english first, then phys. science, then world geo., then algebra 1b.
UGH.

My english teacher is probably one of my favorite teachers ever, though she is one of the worst teachers I've ever had. I tell her I lover her every day. X]
She's pretty cool.
You should see my progress report, it's hilarious. She gave the whole class the same grade on everything, except one test at the very bottom, which pretty much made our grade.
I have a 93.2 in there. That's an A.

My physical science teacher is pretty ok. He's not my fav. teacher, but he's alright. It is probably my favorite class, however.
OHMIGOD. My teacher, he's a coach if that tells you anything, says "k" WAY too much. Holy catballs it's so annoying. He says, "k" to everything. And then, when he picks something from the periodic table as an example, he always picks Potassium. ...Which the abbreviation just so happens to be "k".
I have a 78.6 in there. That's a C.

My World Geography teacher is a giant moron. He is possibly one of the biggest jackaces I have ever met in my entire life and I don't even want to talk about him.
I have a 91 in his class. That's a high B.

My Algebra 1B teacher is a cynical old woman. She's crazy. And evil. But she's funny...when she's not mad. But that's rare, because we have her at the end of the day and she's already at her wit's end by then. I actually have a couple friend/aquaintances in there now. YAYYYY! ...I guess. They aren't really my friends, so much as my bf's friends. But whatever. They still talk to me.
I have a 76.something in that class. That's a C.
But, hey, I look at it like this- when you average that with my grade from last nine weeks for the whole semester...that's like an 80!
AND I'm taking the Gateway tomorrow, which is 15% of my grade, so if I do good on that, it will bring my grade up. ANNND I have the end-of-course, which also 15% of my grade. So I have to good on that.

That's all I got for now.
Later, doods.

Latest poetry, dewds!

2008-04-28T18:29:00.000-07:00

(Me and my boyfriend went through a bad spot.
Thus is the product-)

April 20
"Give up your comprimises"

"Give up your comprimises-
Give in to your promises"

head aching.

"Promise me"
"I promise"

stomach churning.

"You don't have to take me back"
"I don't even have the strength to begin with"

body trembling.

"I'll wait for you to learn"
"I'll wait for you to heal"

soft sobbing.

"It may take me a while"
"I can wait, if only for you"

heart pounding.

"Do you still love me?"
"I'll always love you."

black out.

(This one took FOREVER. It's in Latin and English. Maybe if you're extra nice I'll give you the translation. ;])

April 22
"Ex Abundantia Enim Cordis Os Liquitur."

Ad absurdum,

I may seem naïve,

But what they don't know is-

Alis valit propris.

Aut viam inveniam
aut faciam.

I am stronger than you think

And I know

Amor et melle et felle
est feandissmismus,

Sic vita est.

But I think love is

What God sent to

Liberate me ex infernuis.

Mala tempora currunt,

So we must take advantage
of the good times we do get.

To let the times of love and
joy pass you by is simply

Non possumus.

Sunt lacrimae rerum…

And love, I can admit,
may be one of them.

We are all

Nunquam minus solus
quam cum solus-

Servo permaneo
bouis provestri.

You alone,

Can tighten or loosen
love's grasp, and

Solus ipre…

Odi et amo.

I sit and wait for evil,

-and yet-

Non tiemblo mala.

Dies Irae

Has nothing on me.

I know what can
really hurt,

Hinc illae lacrimae.

Dum spiro spero

That one day,

While the world waits-

Uno flatu,

Surgam.

No one can stop us

And I shall be

Totus tuus-

Dulcussime, totam
tibi subdo me.

I know it was
meant to be

And now,

Noster nostril.

Audeamus-

We've got nothing
to lose.

The world won't know
what hit 'em.

Dulce periculum,

Finis vitae sed
non amoris.

We can take them,

If we go together.

Igne natura
renovator integra.

Non sum quails eram

-And we are not
such as we were-

For we are better,
stronger.

Para bellum,

Pro nunc nos pugna.

We must if we wish to stay
within each other's grasp.

There will be those
who try to stop us.

In fine,

Natura non contristatur-

For it knows

It is the strong who live.

Quod ut is est super

Quod nos fui lucror
nostrum pugna,

We will stand as one

And pity those around us

Quonium nos fuimus sulum alia.

quod iam ego vere teneo

quid amor est.

(I like seriously just wrote this one. It's hot off the press, baby. I dunno what my inspiration for this one was, really. As if I really know anything about love. Well, as I said in the last poem "To the absurd, I may seem naive. But what they don't know is- She flies with her own wings. Either I shall find a way or I shall make one. I am stonger than you think, and I know love is full of both honey and venom.")

April 28
"Love."

Love is a simple thing,
Yet still a complex webbing of twists and turns.

Love means more than the world,
Yet some would give it up because of complications.

Love is something you want to persevere for,
Yet some give in, like it means nothing.

Love is a peaceful pasture full of nothing but cows to moo at you whilst you go on merrily,
Yet love is a jungle full of geurillas that will attack you at every turn.

Love is an old, beautiful antiquity,
Yet love is also a new, alien technology that we've yet to figure out.

Love is something to be shared,
Yet something to be kept selfishly and cherished, for you may never see it again.

Love is rarely given nowadays,
Yet always taken.

Love has few synonyms that really mean the same thing,
Yet love has many inuendos or connotations attached that mean nothing to someone who really knows what love is.

Love can create much beatitude and cheerfullness,
Yet destroy someone's entire being.

Love can give much,
Yet take away more.

Love can brighten all and make everything clearer,
Yet love can obscure all your vision, making things nearly impossible to see or make sense.

Love can last a lifetime,
Yet... it can also hurt for a lifetime.

Love can make,
Yet it can break any relationship you have.

Love wants to be the basis of the whole world,
Yet, hate really is.

Love leads one down the path to enlightenment,
Yet can also lead one to dejection and despair.

Love is meant to be taken advantage of and adored,
Yet love is more commonly looked over and thrown away.

Love is easy to recognise,
Yet we always fool ourselves into masking it and think it's something else.

Love is something we all want,
Yet it we never want to give it, for fear of not having any in return.

Love is something I want, need,
Yet, I ask nothing of you.

Love is what I long for, dream about at night,
Yet I don't want it from anyone.

That is...
Anyone but you.

So do you really think you can change the world?

2008-04-12T15:21:00.000-07:00

I proposed this question to myself a few days ago, and I've been pondering it for quite a while.

Will I?
Can I?

If so, how?
How could I possibly change the world?

Would it be long-term?
Or would I change the world we wake up to tomorrow?

Would it be indirect?
Or would it be me who does the direct changing?

Maybe the one breath that provides enough oxygen for a flower to bloom, that flower is picked and sent off to a small girl enduring chemo therapy and the simple courteous gesture of a stranger causes a tear to fall from her eye and gives her the strength to move on, to get through her pain. This small girl grows up to be a famous scientist who eventually finds the cure for cancer.

Maybe my words can be the source of inspiration for a sad cutter- Who, in turn, gives up their self-mutilation and goes on to be a great performer.

Maybe I'll go on to be the children's occupational therapist that I long to be, and I'll change some poor disabled child's life. I would go on changing more and more lives, possibly write a Pulitzer-Prize winning book on my accomplishments, become world famous for my life-changing actions and eventually win a Nobel Peace Prize.

Maybe I'll be an example for other people- That just because they're a mess on the inside, that doesn't mean that they can't take a stand and do what they so desire to do. That they don't have to hurt themselves for attention. That they can make as much of a difference in the world as you and I can. That they don't have to sit, watching the world pass them by. That they can be a universe-changing person, if only they set their minds to it.

The mind is a beautiful thing.
It doesn't matter how pretty or intelligent you are.
It doesn't matter what your education already is.
It doesn't matter how much you've already changed the world.

It just matters that you stand up and gain the education or intelligence or whatever it is that you need so that YOU can change the world.

If I can, then so can you.

2008-04-02T19:06:00.000-07:00

So here's my latest poem.
Ch-ch-check it, mayne.

Unwounnd.
[April 2]
She’s become unwound and her guts are spilling on the floor
All you once thought you knew about her is twisted and becomes untrue
She writhes as you discover secrets and dig deeper into her past

She’s wallowing in her words
You’re drowning in her tears
We’re pushing her thoughts, passions, and feelings aside

Can’t you see she’s hurt?
Why won’t you take action?
As she’s slowly suffocating in her misery, you stand aside and just let nature take its course

You see, she feels as if no-one cares.
If they really wanted to know, they would ask.
She’s explained to those of you who’ve asked.

But you, those of you most important to her, don’t know.
You didn’t ask; you didn’t care;
She didn’t tell you.

But how could you know?
How could you understand?
How could you ever understand?

Your worlds don’t even begin to compare to her’s.
As she drowns in her sorrows and pretends she’s ok,
You remain unaware of her silent misery.

She continues to throb on the floor;
You continue to move on, obliviously;
And the only one left looking out for her can’t do anything.

Because she’s dead.

Poems and other such writings

2008-03-19T18:01:00.000-07:00

So, as promised, here are some of my writings.
I shall put them in chronilogical order, so as to make more sense if need be.

Yeah.

Jan. 19
"So what am I, canned ham?"

So what did I do to make you hate me like this?

You think I'm controlling?

You think I'm "just too sure of myself"?

Oh ,so, I'm not good enough for your son just because I'm not tall, slender and blonde?

Well, here's a newsflash for you, honey.

I am who I am.

And I'm not changing myself for you.

I like your son, and he likes me.

deal with it.

Jan. 28
"Fighting the Butterflies in My Stomach"

fighting the lump in the back of my throat.

fighting my heart trying to jump right out of my chest.

fighting the angst, the sweaty hands, the swimming head.

fighting the agony.

fighting the hunger.

fighting the unwillingness to eat, too.

fighting the tears, the pain, the suffering.

fighting the need to punch someone in the face.

fighting the anger.

fighting the need for violence.

fighting the twitches, the urges, the shaking.

fighting my heart, ripping in two.

fighting the depression.

fighting my dependency on you.

Feb. 7
"Train Crash"

you can't look, but you can't look away.

you feel pity for the passengers, but you have no power to help anyone.

it happens slow, but fast at the same time.

hundreds of miles per hour, inertia overrules all human possibilities.

you can't do anything.

you just have to watch as it all goes downhill.

as lives slip away.

babies cry.

men scream.

women try to claw their way out.

all you can do is stand there.

stand there and watch.

all you see is the aftermath.

the rubbish.

the wreckage.

i'm tired of this *crap.

i'm tired of your *crap.

you know who i'm talking to.

you don't know me.

you don't know who i am.

you don't know what i live with every day.

you don't know what i think about before i drift into a nightmarish slumber.

so don't judge me.

don't judge me until you know me.

Feb. 26
"Sorrow Drips Into Your Heart Through a Pinhole"
"Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown"+

Looking, searching.

You wait in silence for a savior, a knight in shining armor.

Simple pleasures no longer ease your pain.

Nothing can keep your mind way, distract you.

You stand alone, watching.

Watching for a spark, a spark of something that may save you from drowning in the meaningless nothing that is sorrow.

Doubling over, the pain in your chest- your heart - grows stronger.

The throbbing, aching hole that once held love and compassion grows larger.

Is there hope?

Is there light at the end of the tunnel?

All you can do is sit.

Sit and wait for either that knight in shining armor to save you...or the hole to consume your whole being.

+"Marching Bands of Manhattan" by Death Cab for Cutie

Feb. 27
"Someday"

Someday I won't have to walk down the hall, hoping no-one sees my flaws.

Someday I'll make peace with my body.

Someday I won't be as critical.

Someday I won't be as interuptive.

Someday I'll actually give a good first impression.

Someday I'll learn my volume control.

Someday I won't be so mean.

Someday I won't be so awkward.

Someday I won't have to worry if people actually like me.

Someday I won't have to worry if my friends actually like me.

Someday I won't be envious of other girls' bodies.

Someday I won't be so annoying.

Someday I'll learn how to tell when I'm getting irritating.

Someday I won't complain about everything.

Someday I won't feel that my only aspect is my boobs.

Someday I won't be ignorant.

Someday I'll be able to share the real me.

Someday I'll have no secrets.

Someday I'll love.

Someday I'll be loved back.

Feb. 27
"Faux Hearts"

Sewn in parts,

Faux hearts.

I hear your words,

They don't mean the same.

I hate the way you feel,

But I don't think it's going to change.

Wretched veins pump stained blood

Untamed eyes can't see beyond

Your ears only hear words that please them

Fingers move robotic-like, as if prongs

I speak compassionate words

Your one-track mind can't process

My mind floods with possibilities, could-be's

Your mind empties what it thinks to be nonsense

You move on to new things

Your daily schedule goes at a steady pace

But with unexpected twists and turns,

Mine tends to bend and break.

My imagination wanders

Thinking about the day to come

Sauntering down an endless path

Wondering if he's going to run

There are so many possibilities

To not be alone

I can choose any one

But I prefer one close to home

I'd rather stick right here

Not to broaden my range

You'd rather adventure

Discover things new and strange

Sewn in parts fray and tear.

Faux hearts pump their last vein and must be replaced by a spare.

And the rag doll body has no use anymore.

March 4
"Pardon my French, but..."

Who gives a *darn whether Barack Obama is Muslim or not?

I certainly don't.

First of all, he has plainly said that he isn't Muslim.

Secondly, does it really matter?

It's not like he's some terrorist who's going to tear the walls of our society down, from the inside out.

Personally, I find what he says inspiring.

Listen to the other Presidential candidates. Sure what they preach is valid and true, but is it powerful? Does it inspire?

Not really.

I really don't give a *fudge what religion you are.

Be who you want to be.

Be what you want to be.

I, personally, think of myself as a tollerant person, being as my own mother has a girlfriend.

Worship the way you want, where you want, when you want.

I DON'T CARE.

I'm not going to go post some bulletin about how you're some demon who's going to tear our country apart.

I would never ever criticise someone because of their religion. That has nothing to do with what I see in people.

I don't care if you're some crazy Mormon that keeps calling me on my cell phone- YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON.

I don't care if you're Catholic and you think the Virgin Mary's vagina is holy or something- YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON.

I don't care if you're an atheist and have no religion- YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON.

And last, I don't care if you're Muslim, and people think you're a terrible candidate for president just because of that- I like you and YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON.

March 5
"'Cause I'm not who I used to be"

You may tire of me

As our day comes to a close

'Cause I'm not who I used to be

You may grow weary of me

You learn there are things that no one knows

'Cause I'm not who I used to be

You may give out on me

As my metaphorical sun is setting

'Cause I'm not who I used to be

You may worry about me

As my metaphorical moon is rising

No longer a merry surprise

This humor and wit masterfully disguise

The depression and pain below

No longer happy and alive

This laughter and satire masterfully disguise

The hatred and misery below

I no longer jubilantly thrive

This fake smile will masterfully disguise

The person I truely am below

Summers of my youth

I don't recall a single care

Winters of my future

I see pain and sorrow awaiting me there

Days of our lives pass like seasons

New feelings and maturity blossoming like Spring

I feel myself becoming cold and distant

As if I'm becoming more like Fall

I see my Winter lurking, big and ominous

It can't be avoided, my seasons must turn

Flashes of emotion rising and falling

Crashing like waves

I can feel the rain pouring down on me

Putting more and more pressure on my already weighted shoulders

My weak frame can only handle so much

The world seems determined to break me

Standing tall, raising your chin, holding your head high

Cannot last for long

If I could hold open my arms and pick up all my loss

I'd put it all in order

If I could open my mouth enough for all my words to pour out

They'd sing from mountain to mountain

If I could open my eyes to see all points of view

I could understand so much more

If I could open my heart enough to let others in

They'd see what I see in people, know what I know about my past, and learn what I live with every day

If I could be who I used to be

I wouldn't.

March 10
"I'm Sick"

I'm sick.

I'm not unhealthy, but I'm sick.

I'm sick of this world.

I'm sick of it's treacherous ways.

I'm sick of fake people.

I'm sick of being one of them.

I'm sick of emo kids who cut themselves only for attention when there are people with real problems that are overlooked because they either 1) seem fine or 2) people notice that they have issues, but think they're just another stereotypical emo kid

I'm sick of this war.

I'm sick of this president, whom will not be ours for much longer. (thank Jesus)

I'm sick of being called mean names.

I'm sick of having to listen to *bullcrud about gay rights being a bad thing.

I'm sick of people who try to make others unhappy just because they are unhappy.

I'm sick of covering up my unhappiness by making others too happy to notice.

I'm sick of hearing your excuses.

I'm sick of hearing your lies.

I'm sick of crying.

I'm sick of waiting.

I'm sick of watching my life pass me by.

I'm sick of being a slacker.

I'm sick of being unhappy about my body.

I'm sick of hearing crap about how "hot" or "sexy" a particular friend of mine is. I don't care. Don't tell me that. That only makes me feel worse about myself.

I'm sick of that particular friend always trying to one-up everyone. (no offense.)

I'm sick of being ignored.

I'm sick of being invisible.

I'm sick of the fact that the only way I can be recognized is by being stupid or annoying or funny.

I'm sick of not ever being taken seriously.

I'm sick of being called ignorant.

I'm sick of a certain someone always trying to bring me down.

I'm sick of pretending.

I'm sick.

March 11
"When I Hear Music"

Fluidity

Magic

Peace

That's what I think when I hear music.

Inspiration

Charm

Safety

That's what I feel when I hear music

Color

Flashes

Both a beginning and an end

That's what I see when I hear music

The repetition

The melody

The hamony

That's what I taste when I hear music

The crisp air

The sharpness of the beat

The deep, methodic breaths

That's what I smell when I hear music

The drum of my heart

Your name repeating over and over blocking out the lyrics

The drone of sounds blurring together as my mind soaks in more and more

That's what I hear when I hear music.

*replaced for "other" words. ;]

yeah.

2008-03-08T17:13:00.000-08:00

So I have some other stuff that I put on my blog on myspace that's more like poems and writings and whatnot.

I was wondering if you peoples would enjoy it if I copy-and-pasted it here!
Huh? Huh?

Juss lemme know.

kthxbai

Demonwoman.

2008-02-24T17:03:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I know I haven't updated in a while. So I'll start with the newest thing and the (sort of) worst thing.

Well, in my last post you see that I have a new boyfriend. He's not quite so new anymore, being as it's been like a month and a couple weeks. First off, his name is Timmy, he's a freshman and he's 14. Like me. He has 3 siblings (all younger)- Erin, who's 13-years-old and in 8th grade. Luci, who's 7-years-old and in 2nd grade. And Matt, who's 6-years-old and in 1st grade. So his family is sort of like mine, with 2 sets of kid, but instead of being 2 years apart, it's just one. His mother's name is Gail and his father's name is Tim. Yes, Timmy's a junior.

Aaaaaaanywaaaaysss... So his mom, Gail, did (or still doesn't, I'm not sure) not like me. She said that I'm "punk" and she didn't like that my hair's black and so on and so forth. Basically, everything she had to say about me was total B.S. She was just pulling stuff out of her big, critical butt. Of course, she was nice to my face, but as soon as I was gone, it was just "Emily's a punk! Her whole family's punk! I don't like what she's doing to you! MEHMEHMEH!" AUGH! It was awful! And she like even almost banned Timmy from seeing me almost completely.

So, one day, I went to Providence (the local outside mall-ish hangout place) with Timmy and his mom and all his siblings. Timmy, Erin and I went to see 'Jumper' and his mother took his younger siblings to see 'Spiderwick', I believe. We went to Books A Million and had a nice time...that is, until we left and Timmy's mother saw a group of emo/scene kids hanging around and started calling them things like "freaks" and "dissapointments" and also saying things like "they'll never get a job when they grow up" and "what do they plan on doing with their lives??", basically aiming these things towards me.

I began to argue with her and my whole point was pretty much that you can't judge a book by it's cover. Of course, even though she's an adult and shouldn't be argueing with a 14-year-old, she just kept right on blabbering nonsense. Like, of course I'll be critical once and a while with things like, "Oh, her outfit isn't cute," or something like that, but I'm not about to say that they're a bad person because of it.

Long story short, I realized that there was no hope in trying to convince her that just because some people dress different, they aren't bad people. And I stepped up and was the bigger person and kept coming back with things that she just couldn't argue back with. She was trying to come back with things to say to strike me down and disprove me or something, but I would just say things like, "I completely understand your opinion and it's valid and I can appreciate it," and whatnot. At one point I said something like, "Well, I'm just a kid and all I want is for people to like me. I mean, I get good grades, I volunteer, I've been on mission trips, I go to church, my dad's a Sunday school teacher (for Pete's sake!)...". And she basically gave up and said, "Well, I do like you...".

And all I could think was, "YES! VICTORY!"
I'd won the demonwoman over and there was nothing she could do about it.

um...so...

2008-01-16T17:49:00.000-08:00

You know how like two blogs ago I said that,"Half of the year is over and yet, I still don't have a boyfriend"??

Well, I take that back.

:]

cheesy jokes. so bad that they're good.

2007-12-31T19:03:00.000-08:00

1.Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time,
which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet.
He also ate very little, which made him rather frail
and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath.
This made him -
A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

2.A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption.
One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named "Ahmal."
The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him "Juan."
Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother.
Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes
she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds,
They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."

3.I went to a seafood disco last week...and pulled a mussel.

4.Two cows are standing next to each other in a field.
Daisy says to Dolly, "I was artificially inseminated this morning."
"I don't believe you," says Dolly. "It's true, no bull!" exclaims Daisy.

5.Why don't dogs make good dancers?
Because they have two left feet!

6.Two drums and a cymbal fall off a cliff.
ba dum tch.
(credit goes to my friend andy for that one)

7.A few young Cherokee girls go to thier father, the chief.
daughter 1: "Daddy, why was I named 'Daisy"?"
Chief: "Because when you were born a daisy petal fell on your head"
daughter 2: "Daddy, why was I named 'Rose'?"
Chief: "Because when you were born, a rose petal fell on your head"
daughter 3: "AUUUGHHHBBBBTTTTHHHPPPPPPUUUURRRRGG!!"
Chief: "Shut up Cinder-Block!"

did I tell you that...

2007-12-27T13:21:00.000-08:00

I got my braces off on the 10th?
well. I did.

See?

Oh, and I forgot to tell you that I'm also a vampire.
Just letting you know. x]

So the 1st semester of my freshman year just ended last week.
Can you believe it? I mean, just one more semester...then I'll turn 15 and get my permit...and then...I'll be a sophmore!
OMG!
And...sigh...half of the year is over, but no boyfriend. Oh well. I don't need no stinky boy. Whatevah. XP

I had a party last week. It was pretteh funn. Board games..dirty santa...fun fun.

Yeah.
That's like it.

get on whicha bad self.

wow...

2007-12-17T14:45:00.000-08:00

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Fall Out Boy, Braces, Salt Lake City, and Demon Dogs.

2007-11-07T15:20:00.000-08:00

Lalalalalala.
SO.
How are you?
That's great.
I'm pretty good, myself.

So I went to the Fall Out Boy concert last night. It was pretty kickin'. All the bands were Cute Is What We Aim For, Plain White T's, Gym Class Heroes, and, of course, Fall Out Boy. That's right. Be jealous. I'd say the best bands were probably Gym Class Heroes and Fall Out Boy. The 2 others were ok, but not great or anything. Though, Shaant, the lead singer of Cute Is What We Aim For is pretty hot. ANYWAYS. I was there at 10 in the morning yesterday. Basically first in line with my friend, Kasey. She had an extra ticket, so I didn't have to pay for anything! WOOT! We ended up in the pit, front row. IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!! I ended up being basically right in front of Pete Wentz. (I have no need to explain who he is, do I? If you don't know who he is, you live under a rock. Seriously.) And guess what!?!?! I got his pick! HIS FREAKING PICK! Danggg, if I were in a band, he would totally be like my first pick for bass player. I never really thought he looked all that great, but in person...well...he's freaking gorgeous! X]
Oh, and Kasey got a drumstick. She originally got a pick, but she traded it and 20 dollars for the drumstick.

I get my braces off December 10th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so excited!

I'm going to Salt Lake City at the end of this month! I'm going with my dad to go snow skiing! WOO! Well, not exactly going with my dad. I'm gonna fly by myself, I have a layover in Denver (which I'm dealing with by myself), and then dad will pick me up in Salt Lake City!! Wish me luck, eh?

Oh, and I just watched this video.
It's quite weird.
Just watch it.
http://www.breitbart.tv/?p=7653

man...

2007-10-24T19:33:00.000-07:00

So.
I haven't blogged in quite a while, now have I?
So here's some updates.

1. I am now a freshman in high school.

2. I've realized that high school is SO MUCH BETTER than middle school.

3. My best friend Bailey's (I've most likely mentioned her before) sister, Morgan (who's like 12 or something)has juvenile diabetes and today they found out that her other sister (who is 8 and my sister's best friend) also has diabetes.

4. My mother and father are considering letting me drive occasionaly. My dad let me drive into the driveway the other night. It did not go well. I realized that they taught us NOTHING in driver's ed. I didn't know how to turn off the lights, what the emergency brake is, where wind-sheild whiper stuff is (still don't), etc, etc. The only freaking thing the whole freaking 2 weeks was ALL about no drinking and driving. I'm like, yeah! I know! It's bad and all, but I think it'd be pretty good to teach us the driving part, before we can even THINK about drinking and driving, eh?

5. I'm very bummed about Dylan getting a cat. Now, I have wanted one since I could remember. Dylan was mostly the reason I couldn't get one, because he is allergic. My mom told me I couldn't get one until I move out. GUESS WHO GOT A CAT LAST WEEK!?!? DYLAN!!! I'm just like what the crap!? And mother says "Oh, well, you never asked for an outdoor cat!" BULL! I don't care if it's an On-The-Roof-Cat! I just want a stinkin' cat! And then she says "Well, I'll consider getting you one too." AND THEN she says some stuff about how she can't cause it's too expensive or something. UGGGGGG! NOT FAIR!

6. I get these stupid train tracks offa my face in december.

7. I'm hungry.

DO NOT WANT!

2007-08-23T17:39:00.000-07:00

these are just hilarious.

Holy crud!

2007-07-26T16:12:00.001-07:00

heyheyheyHEY! heeeeeyyy!

Guess what!?

I got my first bloggin' award! Idn't dat keul? 'Parently, I'm a rockin' girl blogger.

See??? Even the picture says so.

So yeah. That's cool and all, but I don't really have anyone to give the award to who is a girl. Aaaand, the pretty cool laydehs who have a blog...wellll...#1-I'm not exactly allowed to read their blogs. [even though I'm 14 and I think I'm old/cool enough...*coughcoughmomcough*] and #2- according to my mom's blog, most of 'em got the award already from her. So, alas, I cannot pass on this award...so...IT'S MINE! AAAAAALLL MINE!!! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAA!

psh.

2007-07-06T15:43:00.001-07:00

I don't have much to say, so here's some random thoughts for today-

1.Man am I pooped. I haven't even done anything today...but I'm still pooped.

2.I think my mom is gonna color my hair in a little bit. I just want it back to my normal hair color. I'm tired of having to keep up with it.

3.I might be going canoeing tomorrow with my friend Jacob. We've been friends for a while but haven't seen each other in a while. So we're gonna hang out. Well, canoe. Not so much hang out. Oh well, you know what I mean.

4. I'm hungry.

5. My birthday is in exactly 10 days. I'll be 14.

6. My dad will start teaching me to drive soon.

7. I'm going to Florida on the 18th. I'll be gone till the 28th. I'm going so I can see my friend Deanna. She's been my bestest friend since like before 2nd grade. She had to move to Florida a few years ago. I'm VEEEEEEEEERY excited about going to see her.

8. I miss my friends from school.

9. I'm going to a spa with my mom for my birthday. We're going to get the FULL treatment. I'm excited about that, too.

10. I have to pee.

11. Not any more.

12. My dad will be out of town on my birthday. Again. As usual.

13. I need to get out of this darn house.

14. That's prolly why I'm excited about canoeing tomorrow.

15. Now I'm really hungry.

16. I'm gonna go now to see what we're having for dinner.

WOOT!

2007-06-16T11:41:00.000-07:00

I am fiiinally home from camp! OH, boy, am I tired! Walking up a giant hill 3 times or more a day for 2 weeks can be pretty tiring, if I do say so myself.
So during my 2 week, overnight adventure, I had a lot of fun. I've made soo many new friends, it's not even funny. Like, there's this one girl, Kendall, that reminds me SOOO much of Aunt Sam, that it's amazing. Like, she's sort of built like her and she even acts like her. Like- during gypsie trip (wich I'll talk about in a minute), she was hocking loogies out of the bus window to land on the cars' windshields behind us. That just reminded me of her... :]
Gypsie trip is basically a random, 2day/1 night trip away from camp for senior campers. And by random, I mean- we don't know when or where it is. Thursday before last, we were awoken by the kitchen boys throwing rocks and sticks against the side of our cabin and running through our cabin throwing things at 3 in the morning. We packed our bags and left at like 5. We ended up going to Chattanooga. 1st, we went to the Chattanooga aquarium, then Ruby Falls, then Rock City for the 1st day. The second day was kinda boring though. We went to this so-called "River" Rat thing that was like a tubing place. You were supposed to basically supposed to float down this "river", which was really just a wide creek, and then get out. Fuuuun. So, it's like a foot deep and I'm scraping my knees and feet on rocks and whatnot, then we get to these like...mini-rapids. It was kind of pathetic. But oh well. The day was fun just being with everyone. After that, we were supposed to go up to the highest point in Tennessee, but the bus ran out of gas like 3 4ths of the way up. Great. So we have to go back down this mountain at like 30 miles an hour and every 15 minutes or so, we have to stop to let traffic pass. That took pretty much the rest of the day. We got back to camp and guess what we did? Slept. duuh.
Well, I've got some more camp stories, but that's it for now.
lubb you guys!
~Emily.

yowza.

2007-05-18T20:30:00.000-07:00

Sooo...yeah. I haven't posted for a LONG time. Pardon my French...but damn you google blogger!!! I wouldn't accept my freakin' password, and on top of that, I could't figure out the simplicity of using my email as my account name, as it had apparently set it to without my knowing.
Not really much to update on lately...um...well...my grades are...um...not really moving at all. Even though my math one is low and SHOULD be going up, but my teacher in merciless and has deciced not to accept any more late work! Darn you, Mr. Rezny! Darn you to heck...and back! He is EVIL! No, not evil. EEEEEV-ill. You pronounce it that way. But, surprisingly...he's my favorite teacher. Probably only because he's the only one who's not retarded and he actually (seems...) to know what he's talking about. :]
Well...oh, I got something! I had to write a play for my history class! Aren't you proud of me?? It's about the Martin Luther King Jr. assassination. And you know what? I've discovered this question lingering in the back of my head- Am I the only one who's bothered by the fact that ass is is assassination, not only once, but twice...in a row??
I also get to sing a solo for my choir tomorrow at our concert! Woo for me! I'll be singing the second solo in "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from Phantom of the Opera, if you have any idea as to what that is.

so yeah...i've run out of things to blab about...soo...bye peoples!

gah...

2007-03-15T15:25:00.000-07:00

So...I had a new bf for a while. Maybe a month or 2 I think. I didn't keep track, I was too lazy... Ok, so he broke up with me on Monday and I really have no idea as to why. Well, I sorta do. So all his friends were telling him that I didn't like him anymore and of course he believes them, not me. Typical. But oh well. I'm not the kind of person who wallows in sorrow and agony all the time because of one simple break up. I look at it logically- I wasn't planning on marrying him (duh), it really wasn't a serious relationship, and middle school relationships are (in the words of my mother) really just practice for the years to come.
But, yeah...that's really the only thing i have right now to update those of you who actually read my blog on. Ok? ok.

Bye!
~Emily (a.k.a- emasaurus...i made that one up. haha. i win.)

awesome. awesome to the max.

2007-02-28T19:05:00.000-08:00

Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show (Episode 1)

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I thought "memphis what's-his-face" (you know who I'm talkin about) would like this cause it says something about poop.

bleh...

2007-01-07T10:22:00.000-08:00

Sooo, apparently, I no blog long time. (According to my mother.) Well, this is simply because I don't have anything interesting enough to post... But maybe I can come up with something good enough that I can just elaborate on. Well...where should I start?? I finally got a boyfriend! Thing is, I don't really like him. He's waaaay too immature and obnoxious. I mean, I know there's more to him, but he just doesn't even try to be even the teeniest bit mature. It's only been a month...but I can't stand him anymore. Soooo...any breakup advice, ladies?? (Enough of that, on to another subject.)
I broke my new mp3 player! Yaaay, me! I was cooking and bent over to get a pot and dropped it...I didn't have any pockets, so you know, my bra's the BEST place to put it... it still works, in fact, I'm listening to it right now. It just has 2 big cracks across the screen... So, it just looks bad. AND one of the sides popped open, but I just taped that back together.
So there's basically the only thing that's been going on for what, a month?? My life ain't all that exciting. Although I think the highlight of that time was getting to see everyone in Huntsville, especially getting to visit with aunt Sam. I enjoyed that. Well, that's really all I got. Soooo, Toodles!

Frigglefragglerackafrackadingdong! (I'm the new Yosimity Sam!)

2006-12-03T11:28:00.000-08:00

Ok...so, my mom tagged me...dangit!

Alright- the rules are, we list 6 weird things about ourselves, then tag 6 more people. Each player has to clearly state the rules and then leave a comment on eah person's blog, telling them that they've been tagged and to read your blog.

Soooooo- Here goes!

1. I can wiggle my ears.

2. I can twitch several places on my face- my left eye, the left part of my upper lip (like the Elvis thing), and left part of my lower lip, I don't know anyone else who can do the last one.

3. I'm slightly dyslexic (did I spell it right?)

4. I've got some sort of OCD.

5. I notice every little detail...and I pick at it until it's right.

6. I really like 80's clothes...I don't know if that's weird, but I bet you didn't know that about me!

I've decided to tag...(hhhhmmm...who actually reads my blog?)
my dad

yeah...that's all I can come up with...I guess I'm only tagging one person this time!
BWA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAA!

2006-11-30T19:54:00.000-08:00

Ha-ha! Another Bush quote! He's so stupid!

"There's an old saying in Tennessee -- I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee -- that says, fool me once -- shame on -- shame on you. You fool me, you can't get fooled again."

Funny joke!

2006-11-22T21:28:00.000-08:00

This is quite funny! At least I think it is...

Daughter #1: "Daddy, why did you name me Rose?"
Father: "Well, Rose, because when you were born, a rose petal fell on your head"
Daughter #2: "Daddy, why did you name me Daisey?"
Father: "Well, Daisey, because when ou were born, a daisey petal fell on your head"
Daughter #3: "DEEEERROOOAAAHH! EEEEEEBLAGH!"
Father: "Shut up, Cinderblock!"

This song is great!

2006-11-09T18:58:00.000-08:00

The Red Jumpuit Apparatus

Your Guardian Angel

When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face
I can't replace

And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know Ill find deep inside me, I can be the one

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

I'ts ok, It's ok, It's ok

Seasons are changing and waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cause you're my
You're my
My true love
My whole heart
Please don't throw that away

Cause I'm here, for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay, stay...

Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
(repeat)

Urg.

2006-11-03T20:50:00.000-08:00

You know what? Lately, all my blog has been is like pictures of random crap. It hasn't really been a blog...more of a...uh...stupid website that's just THERE. It doesn't really matter and it's not going to effect my life. But you know, I would post more interesting thing about what's happening if some people would send me the pics I need. I'm going to start posting more meaningful things and, no, it won't just get all boring, it'll just be a little more...uh... worth reading. I really don't want my blog to be just a waste of your time to read. But, I'll have to get on that later, cause I gotsta go...Procastinators of the World, UNITE!...tomorrow...

People who wish they were me.

2006-10-27T15:46:00.000-07:00

Yeah, well, I did this 'cause my mom did it, and apparently, so did Steve. I decided to use a really bad pic of me to see what they could come up with.

I have no idea where in the world they got Condaleeza Rice...

YAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!

2006-10-22T10:19:00.000-07:00

I like this shirt! Don't you!? I think it's high-larry-moose!

Bush = Retard

2006-10-10T11:23:00.000-07:00

"Mr. Vice President, in all due respect, it is -- I'm not sure 80% of the people get the death tax. I know this: 100% will get it if I'm the president."

You might find this quote on my dad's blog...I found it on the internet.

Yeeeahhh....

2006-10-05T20:07:00.000-07:00

You Are Gonzo the Great

"Is something burning in here? Oh, it's just me."You're a total nutball who will do anything for attention.The first to take a dare, you'll pull almost any stunt.You're one weird looking creature, but your chickens don't mind!

The Muppet Personality Test

This is soooo me. I stole this from my mom's blog.

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! FOR THE LOVE OF ZANZIBAR, VOTE!

2006-10-05T19:57:00.000-07:00

Welllllll, elections are coming up. All I have to say is that if you vote republican, I will personally hunt you down, skin you alive, dowse you with alcohol, and light you on fire.

HHHHMMMMmmmmm...

2006-09-23T20:03:00.000-07:00

One more reason to believe that our president not only was a coke-addict, alcoholic, c-average, etc., he's also a retard.
Wait, you already knew that, didn't you?

Ekken Boodle

2006-09-15T12:12:00.000-07:00

As some of you know, my friend Bailey and I have been bestestest friends since the second grade. Well, I decided to just talk about her. She is soooooooooooooo smart!!! She's already in 10th grade math. She'll be in geometry next semester. She has to walk to the highschool to go to her math class. She even has juniors and seniors in her math class!!! She's also a very good writer. She is on the MJMS Unmasked (our school newspaper...well...more like a litterary magazine...) staff along with me and my friends Taylor, Courtney, Olivia, and Timmy. We love to hang out...a lot... Bailey is my bestest friend EVAH (alongside with Deanna) and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Oh, and Ekken Boodle, that's our nickname together. My initials are EKK and hers are BDL, soooo, put it together and we're Ekken Boodle!

Rock...Paper...Scissors!!

2006-09-05T15:59:00.000-07:00

BRACES!!!

2006-08-28T15:19:00.000-07:00

Hey you guyses! Soooooo, lately I got braces! Just to let you know. I don't have any pictures for the time being, but my momma took some pics when I was getting them put on and she should send me them anytime soon...hint-hint...nudge-nudge...cough-cough...
PLEASE!? It's been like 3 weeks!! AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!
uuuummmm....that's it people...I'm done...Why are you still here? As a matter of fact, why are you on the computer? You could be doing something more constructive, like making macaroni art with your kids or you could be outside playing! Now go! Shoo! Go play outside in the fresh air! What!? I don't care if it's raining or not! Go! Get a bathing suit on and go! Now!

Poem

2006-07-23T12:05:00.000-07:00

I thought this poem up while laying in bed, half asleep, this morning.

Goodbye

I lay my head upon her chest
And feel the steady rise and fall of her breath

Slowly, but gently, the movement stops
But on her chest, my head is still propped

I lift my head, to say a prayer
Making sure to say farewell

I watch her go to meet her maker
While making sure not to wake her

For my birthday...

2006-07-07T22:19:00.000-07:00

For my birthday, I want....

One of these-

And no, I don't mean the bun.
And not one like Copper. I don't mean a dauschund. Just a puppy. Maybe a lhasa apso or a mini pomeranian. Please? Mom and Dad? You promised us a puppy for when we moved. I'll take care of it! I didn't take care of copper because I didn't like him. And he was a boy. I want a girl puppy. And it has to be a small dog so it'll stay small. And not a terrrier. Lord, please, not a terrier. Hey, those dogs are more like terrors, not terrriers. Goodness Gracious! Please get me a puppy!!!! Or a cat. I'd be even happier with a cat. I just say a puppy because Anna Lynn is allergic to cats. But please. Oh, god,please! You even promised me a cat when I was younger, but, nooooo! Emily can't have a cat because Dylan's allergic! OOOO! Big whoop. You can get me a puppy and I'll forgive you for breaking the promise. Ok? Pleeeeeeeeaaaassse!!!???!!!???

Goodness!

2006-07-01T13:21:00.000-07:00

I've been so busy trying to get everything ready for my birthday party and now I can't have it on the day I want. URGH! I'm do frustrated. Now I have to reschedule it and tell all my friends that I've already invited to come on the 15th that they have to come on the 17th. Boy am I frustrated...I already said that! I still have to invite everyone else. AND get decorations and ice cream and sprinkles and cake and whatnot. Maybe I can get my dad to take me to Party City today. Gotsta go!
~Emmy

I'm Almost 13!!!!!!! I'll be a Teen!!!!!!

2006-06-19T11:44:00.000-07:00

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Yeah...I'll be 13 in....uh...27 days!!! Woo-Hoo! Go me! I'm gonna have a huge party. My B-day is also National Ice Cream Day, so I'm gonna have a big ice cream sunday table w/ all the fixin's and stuff. I'll have a big bonfire and we'll order pizza! We might also have a big scavenger hunt in the woods behind my house. (I'm having it at my dad's place.) I'm having a guy and girl party, too. I'll probably have some of my girlfriends spend the night afterwards, too. It'll be so much fun!!!! Yayah!

My Friend, the Muffin.

2006-06-11T20:36:00.000-07:00

My friend, Deanna, is like my bestestest friend EVAH! We have been friends for about 8 years. I met her the summer before I met Bailey at school. About 3 summers ago, she moved away to Florida. I don't get to see her that much, but we still keep in touch. She is up here visiting right now for about 3 weeks. Well, she has 2 more weeks to go, including this week. She just made a blog with my help. If you wanna read it, go to numbah1muffin.blogspot.com. Check it out for meh!

Flowodah!

2006-05-27T08:12:00.000-07:00

Soooo- we're going to Florida! Well, not actually Florida, it's Gulf Shores Alabama, but it's all the same to me. So I'm really excited! We had a HUGE shopping trip last night at Target. We spent $637.36!!! The guy at the register said that was the biggest price he's ever rung up. Is that how you say it? Oh, well. But once I get some pics from the trip, I promise, I'll post 'em.
Hearts and Kisses!!-I mean- RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!
~Em

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH MY GOD-oodness...yes, goodness.

2006-05-15T18:45:00.000-07:00

So, today Anna, Katie, and I went to my Dad's house for the afterevening (not quite evening, not quite afternoon). We went and had dinner at KFC and then went swimming at the YMCA. So we went swimming and after showering, well getting our bathing suits soapy and washing it off, we changed. We decided to go camando. (is that how you spell it?) Well, my highlight of the evening-excuse me-afterevening was on the way home. Anna and Katie saw a plane and, of course, they could only see the lights. So since they couldn't see it, they were pretty confused...but not Katie! SO here's their dialogue.
Anna- "What is it!?"
Katie- "It's Jesus!"

Emily hates...

2006-04-19T18:51:00.001-07:00

1. Emily hates her own name. Ok, uh, no.
2. Emily hates rap with a passion. Yeah, totally true. Do you know what rap is!? Retards Attempting Poetry and rapping is Retards Attempting Poetry Patheticaly while Intoxicated and Notoriously Getting shot.
3. Emily hates going to kindergarten. Of course, I mean, It's school!! But here's the flaw in that...I'm in 7th grade...
4. Emily hates the word that knocked her out of the '98 bee. Yeah, the word was "career", but I was in first grade at the time, so I think I did purty gud.
5. Emily hates being the shortest kid in her class. Actually there is a kid that is like a head shorter than me and he's TINY!!!
6. Emily hates Texans who love Texas. No. Just flat out no. I like Texas and Texans. And Armadillos.
7. Emily hates using spoons to eat things like cake and ice cream. Well, what's the use of a spoon with cake!? But, I use spoons for ice cream.
8. Emily hates to have her hair washed. Excuse me!? Ummm...gross...
9. Emily hates meat and she can't eat dairy. Suuuurre....you just keep on thinkin' that...
10. Emily hates the disco. Uh-uh! I love disco! Burn, baby, burn! Disco Inferno!!

Emily Wants...

2006-04-06T15:40:00.000-07:00

1. Emily wants a pony. Emily REALLY wants a pony. Yes...a pony...no...I need a stallion!!!!!
2. Emily wants to play with you!! Yes,and we can hula-hoop and play house and eat ice cream and play with my barbies and polly pockets!
3. Emily wants Nikolas to admit what's really going on. Yeah, Nikolas, tell me! Tell me now!
4. Emily wants to brush her teeth all by herself. Uh-huh! My Mommy has been helping me since...ever!
5. Emily wants to excercise more. I need to work off this gut for the beach...
6. Emily wants nothing more than to learn about her birth parents. Wait...I'm adopted?
7. Emily wants to reverse the curse. Yeah, the curse of forever gassiness...
8. Emily wants to be close to Zander. Why not? He sounds like some exotic, foreign model dude.
9. Emily wants to know who enjoyed her cuteness. I don't need to know who enjoyed it. 'Cause everyone does!
10. Emily want to come to the party! Wait, why wasn't I invited? Well, that's just fine...'cause I don't want to go anyway!! *sobs*

Emily needs...

2006-03-25T21:33:00.000-08:00

O.k., so my mom did this and I thought it was cute...so I did it, too. You just go to google, type in your first name and "needs" and see what comes up. Here's what I got.

1. EMILY NEEDS THAT OUTFIT!! Yes, I do. It's that cute brown and pink one with the gouchos.

2. Emily needs a new computer. Nuh-uh! I need my own computer!

3. Emily needs pshysciatric help. Duh! Have you ever met me!? Of course I need pshyciatric help!

4. Emily also needs physical therapy. I might need mental help but I am perfectly fine on the outside...except the poison ivy part.

5. Emily needs a loving home to spend her final years in, she has some arthritis in her hips and prefers to stay away from stairs... Maybe that's why I need physical therapy...

6. EMILY NEEDS MONEY!! Yeah, to buy that outfit.

7. Emily needs a friend. Hey, I have friends! But a new one is always welcome.

8. Emily needs to go back in time to save her grandfather. Sure I do...you just keep thinkin' that. *scoots away quietly*

9. Emily needs a #1 fan. Any #1 fans available? I'll take 'em!

10. Emily needs to be with other monkeys. See, this is why I keep asking for a baby brother!

I speak....

2006-03-23T09:26:00.000-08:00

Hey guyseses! I got this thing offa my dad's blog (zebra-man). It shows what kind of English you speak...so here it is!

Your Linguistic Profile:

75% General American English

15% Dixie

10% Yankee

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

You should give it a try!
~Emily

POISON IVYYYYY!!! (duh-duh-duuuuuhhh!)

2006-03-21T21:40:00.000-08:00

Hey ya'll. I just got one of the worstest cases of poison ivy I've ever had. My dad was burning leaves and evidently we also burnt poison ivy. Sooooo, the smoke from the poison ivy got on Dad and my skin so now we both have poion ivy all over. I always thought that I was the only person in my family not allergic to anything, I was wrong. So, now I know that I am allergic to poison ivy. And this case, since it was from smoke, isn't just like on places where a leave would brush up against me. It's on my stomach, in my armpit, on my thighs, on my side, and even across my boob. I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO, SOOOOOOOOOOO, VEEEERRRYYYY ITCHYYYYY!!! I CAN'T STAND IT! I would show some pictures of my itchy self, but given the case of where it is, I won't. Well, I gotsta goes!! Buh-bye now!

BWA-HA-HA-cough-cough-hack-HAAAAAA!!!!!!!

2006-03-06T15:31:00.000-08:00

I shall rule all! All nations shall bow down to me! Resistance is futile!! It's all part of my diabolical plan to take over Canada! First Canada, THEN THE WORLD!!! BWA-HA-HA-cough-cough-hack-HAAAAAA!!!

Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system.

Woot 'N' Holler!!!

2006-02-28T16:46:00.000-08:00

And no, I didn't mean hoot 'n' holler. I meant to put Woot 'N' Holler!!! ok?
Things is okey dokey right now. Well, except for the fact that my parents just got divorced and I'm having really hard time with it. I'm very irritable and sad and mad all at the same time. Except at school, school (even though I don't like it) is the only place that I can get away from it all. Unless I go on vacation, then it would be even better.;) And my grades aren't doin' to good either...in math (hint hint nudge nudge). Even though it is highly unlikely I'm afraid of being held back. My grades aren't that bad though, that's just math, so I don't really think I'll get held back. Well,I'm at one of my mom's friend's house right now and we're about to have dinner with them so I gotsta goes. Seez ya, My homiez!

Visiting

2006-02-11T16:56:00.000-08:00

Heya, my peeps. I'm bored. I'm just over at my friends house today. I'm on their computer right now! Guess wich friend? Bailey!! okay...I'm even borederer now. I was just on paintshop wanna see tha picture I did? Well,to bad! Their computer won't let me put pictures on here! Bwa-ha-ha-haaaaaa!

Lost tooth pics

2006-02-07T19:09:00.000-08:00

Here are the pictures of the tooth I just lost. I only have 1 (hopefully) left!!! Yay fer meh!!!

'Kerosene' Lyrics

2006-02-03T18:26:00.000-08:00

Yo,Dudes,this is the lyrics for one of my favorite songs!

I'm waitin' on the sun to set cause yesterday aint over yet
I started smoking cigarettes
there's nothing else to do I guess
Dusty roads ain't made for walking,
Spinning tires ain't made for stoppin'
I'm giving up on love cause love's given up on me

I gave it everything I had
and everything I got was bad
Life aint hard but it's too long to live it like some country song
Trade the truth in for a lie,
Cheating really aint a crime
I'm giving up on love cause love's given up on me

Forget you high society,
I'm soakin' it in Kerosene
Light 'em up and watch them burn,
Teach them what they need to learn HA!

Dirty hands aint made for shakin',
Aint a rule that aint worth breakin'
Well I'm giving up on love cause love's given up on me

Now I don't hate the one who left
You cain't hate someone who's dead
He's out there holding on to someone,
I'm holding up my smoking gun

I'll find somewhere to lay my blame
The day she changes her last name
Well I'm giving up on love cause love's given up on me
Well I'm giving up on love HEY love's given up on me!

Loothed Toof

2006-02-02T16:31:00.000-08:00

I just lost my tooth last week!! I haven't posted about it yet 'cause my dad hasn't sent me the pictures of it yet. So I'm gonna try to get them from him so I can show everybody. My face feels really weird because of it. Well,I'm gonna go play Zoo Tycoon. Talk to ya later!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-02-01T15:16:00.000-08:00

SOMEBODY FRICKIN' READ MY BLOG! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And yet,why would you? MY life isn't interesting and what is,no one cares about. *Boo-Hoo*

uuuucccchhh.

2006-01-31T16:59:00.000-08:00

You know what? I don't know why I even write this blog. It doesn't seem like anyone reads it except my mom...why bother? I don't even think anyone is reading this! Except maybe Mom... My dad even mentioned my blog on his and still-no one!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

My new profile picture

2006-01-30T15:12:00.000-08:00

Hey, I'm posting a new profile picture. My dad took it when we were in Florida at the Grand Hyatt Resort.

Do ya like it?

'MEMBRANCE MONDAY

2006-01-30T14:22:00.000-08:00

'Cause it's just another Membrance Mondaaaay!
I wish it were Sundaaaay!
'Cause that's my fundaaaay!
My I don't have to run daaaaay!
But it's just another Mebrance Monday!!!

I'm thankful for (I need to do this more often)
1.My family
2.My crush (who's so freakin' cute!)
3.Our brave soldiers in Iraq
4.Many of the soldiers are coming home, only about 100 more troops are there!
5.Spongebob...you gotta have Spongebob!
6.Having something to go home to.
7.Monkeys (which are so freakin' cute!)
8.My friends
9.My crush...wait...did I already say that?
10.The night sky

These aren't in any particular order.

Looking Back...

2006-01-28T15:13:00.000-08:00

You know...I miss the past. That sounds cheesy, but I just wanted to post with pictures for once.
I like the pic of me 'n' mom!

Can you see what it says?
Brain Fuel!
This is my favorite picture! Me 'n' bailey plotting to take over the world!

What I did today.

2006-01-28T14:58:00.000-08:00

Today I woke up at about 10 cuz I slept downstairs (I was having tummy problems) and Anna and Katie woke me up. So,eventually my friend Bailey comes over as well as her 2 sisters, Morgan (11) Zoe (6). Bailey,Morgan, and I played in the woods behind my house for a while. Then, their mom came and took us to Charlie Daniel's Park. We played for about an hour and a half, it seemed like 15 minutes! Then,their mom took Anna,Katie,and me home. And started to type about what I did today!

Crap.

2006-01-26T18:29:00.000-08:00

You know,I don't think anyone actually reads my blog. How can I share my day with people if no one reads it!? UUUGGGHHH! Man,this bugs me. My mom and dad don't read it!! They used to,but not any more. At least I don't think they do. I don't think anyone will actually read this.

UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH...

2006-01-25T18:11:00.000-08:00

So,yeah...not very many things are going very well for me now. My parents just got divoreced. I can't seem to grasp the concept of "being nice to my siblings". My temper has gone haywire. I'm very moody. I've had 4 mental breakdowns in the past 2 months. And my mentality is slowly imploding. @_o

Yozwa!

2006-01-25T18:06:00.000-08:00

So,yeah... I haven't been on in forever!!! Holy crud!!! The last time I was on was in like November!! Wow! goobledy-goop...I'm soooo bored now. dadgummit.

I'm thankful for...

2005-11-28T17:06:00.000-08:00

Do you guys think I should start posting more? I think I should...but I also think,"Who really cares? No one reads my blog that much anyway..." Still,I should post more,maybe then people will read my blog.

What's today? Is today Monday? Yeah,it's monday...here's my 'Membrance Monday thingamajig.
1.I'm thankful for my family,even though things aren't working out to well,I still love 'em.
2.Christmas,the coming of Christ has set people in the mood for Christmas and even the biggest problems can't take that away from us.
3.Uh...I don't know...Ah-Ha! I'm thankful for...my friends,they've been there for me,through thick and thin.
I don't know what else to write. So I'll just say,"Aves vous bon soir!"

(If you don't know what that means,it's have a good evening in French.)

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-11-02T19:11:00.000-08:00

Guess what? I went to church a while ago for youth. On wednesday nights my mom goes to her adult choir and I go to youth. Her choir lasts longer than my youth does(not meaning my childhood,the class) so I usually wander around the church or go on the playground. This time I went on the playground for toddlers,not the older kid one that I usually go to. So I'm just wandering around and messing with things and I decide to go down one of the tiny 2-foot slide. So I slide down and of course,I'm way to big for it,but that has nothing to do with anything. As I keep playing,the kid I was hanging around with and I smell something vile....it's smells like a poopy,diarhhea,baby diaper.
Well,soon the kid had to leave and I went inside to the daycare area where my little sisters were and sure enough while I was in there a girl said,"Uh,there's somthing on the back of your pants..." and I look,there on the back of my pants there's a streak,no, globs of poop all over the back of my pants. Gross!
I went to the bathroom and washed off as much of the baby poop as I could and then I went outside to find out where the heck I got this poop all over my pants. Well,all I could really remember was that the smell started around that tiny baby slide. So,I decided to visit the little slide and sure enough,there were long streak marks down it. And to make matters worse,they were my fav. jeans! (I got the Levi's at Goodwill for 3 dollars! :)) Now,you're gonna have to remember,this was saved as a draft,so it isn't the exact date...in fact,I think this took place a month age.

'MEMBRANCE MONDAY

2005-10-24T18:37:00.000-07:00

My dad has been doing this thing on his blog where he appreciates what he has and writes down a few of his joys in life. I thought it was a great idea,so I'm doing it,too. I made it sort of a Halloween theme since it's all most Halloween

1.trick-or-treating
2.buying halloween costumes with my parents
3.trading candy
4.eating all my candy 'till I barf

And that'a what I appreciate this monday.

It's to early!!!!!

2005-10-22T08:48:00.000-07:00

My little sister,Katie,woke me up this morning....ug. It's waaaay to early,although it's like 10:44. I like sleeping late. One time,my friend,Bailey(you'll be hearing a lot of her),called at around 3:00 in the afternoon and my mom said I was still asleep!

GREAT MOOGLY GOOGLY!! or was it googly moogly?

2005-10-21T20:28:00.000-07:00

Here's my thingy about favorites and names that my mom did.

Name:This is,supposedly,Emily Kline. I didn't know I played tennis...

Grandmother:The dog was in the Paula Bragg category...

Favorite Food:My favorite food thing is louisiana hot sauce. Which is the picture of a red and yellow bottle.

Favorite Food:For smell...I can't really explain it...it's the smell of my Memaw...she always wore this perfume. She smelled soooo goood.

Favorite Smell:My favorite song right now is All at Sea,by Jamie Cullum. I love jazz!

Ode to a little piece of fuzz I found in my armpit this morning.

2005-10-20T19:27:00.000-07:00

Now,you might of heard this title in the Hicthikers Guide to the Galaxy. Here's what I thought it might sound like.

What's this?
Lumpy and grey?
a small piece of fuzz
that I found in my armpit today

It's smelly and warm
with a tint of green
I'll bet
that it's not very clean

How is it,
that my armpit
that I really don't use
in the least little bit

Could create soemting
as weird as this,
being as big
as the thumb on my fist?

But that is it,
there is no more
to a small piece of fuzz
that I flicked on the floor.

:)

Me

2005-10-19T21:05:00.000-07:00

I love this picture of me! Aren't I cute? That's when we were at the Gylord hotel staying in the Presidential Suit (however you spell it) in Florida. We didn't leave the hotel for three days,there were reseraunts inside of it! And 2 pools,a Ben and Jerry's ice cream parlor,and a spa, gardens,strores,an alligator pond,and an amphibian and reptile exhibit with baby alligators.
It was awesome!!!

We is insane...

2005-10-19T20:49:00.000-07:00

We sure are a crazy family, aren't we?

First Canada...THEN THE WORLD!!! MWA-HA-HA-HAAAA!!!

2005-10-14T22:42:00.000-07:00

Well,as you can see by the title...I'm plotting to take over Canada!!!! Beeecause theeere's NO CANADA LIKE FRENCH CANADA!! THERE'S NO CANADA AT ALL! THERE'S NO CANADA LIKE FRENCH CANADA!!! MWA-HA-HA-HAAAA!!! But, of course, my friend Bailey will have to help me with the impending doooooom of Canada...