tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62578022011-04-21T12:07:56.230-07:00Words that Gurgle Like TurtlesI'm just a rambunctious teenager who people always think is Jewish, and I'd like Moby to stop by around these parts sometime. Watch me go!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1122948379304502112005-08-01T19:04:00.000-07:002005-08-01T19:06:19.313-07:00Those emotions in the last post do drift in and out. i can't say they're not there most of the time, even. btu they're not everything. i guess being an impulsive person means being more vulnerable than other people. everything all winds up together sometimes and i don't know how to stop it, how to make this all work. i thought, back when i used to be busy doing thousands of things all at once,Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1122071292664096812005-07-22T15:25:00.000-07:002005-07-22T15:28:12.670-07:00A preview post. a post that says no. a post that says now. a post that say ow. yes, i suppose that's true. i do hurt a lot. loneliness is a terrible thing to feel. it is a more terrible thing to feel when one is truly alone. yes, i have been sad before. thousands of times. yes, i have been lonely. but now i am alone, more lonely than i think i have ever been. i struggle, i look around and i Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1113242801642950962005-04-11T10:50:00.000-07:002005-04-11T11:06:41.646-07:00Here is this blank page on this blank computer screen: clear, fresh, white.ready for me to dispel something.but what?here is me, thinking. wearing shorts that have the word "gryphons" sprawled upon the back and with my feet crossed under myself. not going to school, resting from the weekend.what will i say?yesterday was my very last performance with moving people dance theatre. it was the very Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1110472124842369942005-03-10T08:26:00.001-08:002005-03-10T08:28:44.846-08:00How much i love youhow much i love you- enough to ask you, to really want you to tell me. about anything you'd like to tell me at all, and some thigns that you don't. because that's how much i love you. because someitmes love isn't letting everyone know that everything's ok. sometimes it's admitting that it's not. sometimes love is pouring yourself out a bit, letting yourself fall into Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1110472113806605902005-03-10T08:26:00.000-08:002005-03-10T08:28:33.826-08:00How much i love youhow much i love you- enough to ask you, to really want you to tell me. about anything you'd like to tell me at all, and some thigns that you don't. because that's how much i love you. because someitmes love isn't letting everyone know that everything's ok. sometimes it's admitting that it's not. sometimes love is pouring yourself out a bit, letting yourself fall into Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1110176898903116772005-03-06T22:18:00.000-08:002005-03-06T22:28:18.906-08:00oh i just wrote some shitty emo poetry. i also finished my research paper! hizzah! happy birthday to lisa, i'll try to post something cheery for you next time dynamat #1"I sounded like something not of this world"grief screams with the desperateand quiets itself with the horrified moanswhile she could only shriek in desperationsounding like somethingNot of this world.she sobbed into the inner Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1109652980327110232005-02-28T20:33:00.000-08:002005-02-28T20:56:20.330-08:00God hasn't been listening.God hasn't been listening to sarah crying, laughing, grieving, writing, trying to figure it out, living her life. god hasn't been listening to dorks at camp, the band they made when david died.god hasn't been listening to me when i told him/it/her to watch out for everyone i love.god hasn't been listening to the anguished cries uttered at david's and angelica's Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1109304423499446642005-02-24T17:31:00.000-08:002005-02-24T20:07:03.546-08:00DAC I used to pronounce your last name Calla-low-clogg, and me and my sister would laugh. I don't know why we thought it was so funny, but we did. I liked you, better than I liked Sarah's other guy friends-- Tim, JB, Phil. I liked you because she mattered to you, and you were sweet to her. And I liked that you were obsessed with duct tape. I wish I could have known you better. but Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1109219075244425332005-02-23T20:06:00.000-08:002005-02-23T20:24:35.246-08:00Je ReviensJe Reviens is the name of the sailboat owned by the eponymous character in Daphne du Marier's novel about love, danger, seduction, deciet, and intrigue. I absolutely love this book, my fingernails are all gone from biting them in suspense. I must be burning so many calories from the constant tension in my body while I read that book. My abs are working over time, baby!Speaking of absEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1108092467909287382005-02-10T19:06:00.000-08:002005-02-10T19:27:47.913-08:00V is for Vaginas (of course) but, more importantly, VICTORY!!!!!!They're all done. But i'm a loser-- I didn't apply to colorado college, neropa, reed, earlham, pratt......i guess the college applications process is a risky biz....is it worse to say mean things or do mean things? sometimes i blurt out mean things when i don't want to. but sometimes people do mean things, more than once, and Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1106803808879711442005-01-26T21:23:00.000-08:002005-01-26T21:30:08.880-08:00Am I Like Her?
Am I like her? Do we write the same way? Do i try to make myself more interesting than I actually am too? Am I jealous? Am I angry over it, even though it happened so long ago? I know I don't have a right to be upset by it, so why am I? And she's the one who hates me now, and does that bother me too? A little? And Why? why does it all bother me so much? because i like to Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1106726147597257282005-01-25T23:36:00.000-08:002005-01-25T23:55:47.596-08:00form the essence of a nourishing palm
i noticed that on the shampoo bottle i was using on sunday, and i thought that the people from herbal essences suddenly got deep and profound and wanted their customers to form the essence of a nourishing palm, like the one on your hand, the one that gets read. then i realized it said "from". i still thought it was deep, and that it was telling us that Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1106633308083807462005-01-24T22:00:00.000-08:002005-01-24T22:08:28.083-08:00Alvin Ailey is my Hero
Went to see Ailey Two at the Lensic tonight with my mom. it's a dance show. it seriously hurt me to watch it, it was that beautiful. it was the kind of art that kind of rips into your soul and digs around until it finds something to grab onto and shake. there was a piece called I Want to Be Ready, it was a solo, it was like a negro spiritual hymn type thing, done by Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1106191295981760932005-01-19T19:12:00.000-08:002005-01-19T19:21:35.980-08:00"She's got healthy breasts that bounce on his italian leather SOOOOOOOOOFAAAAAAAAAAA"
darkly sultry. That's what Bekah is. she's a hot little vegetarian tamale. then why does she like to make herself so moldy? i don't know.
high school has a way of making me feel like a second rate person. why do some people get noticed more than others? why do some people get more compliments, more laughs, Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1105144499771759352005-01-07T16:21:00.000-08:002005-01-07T16:34:59.770-08:00"I believe in the love that you gave me I believe in the faith that will save me I believe in the hope that someday it will raise me" -Bruce (Springsteen, of course)
So it's a new year, merry as merry can be. I suppose that last year had a lot of firsts and a lot of lasts-- everyone is going around talking about what they did and who they were with, how they changed, but, i dont know, i'm Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1104178080065650032004-12-27T11:58:00.000-08:002004-12-27T12:08:00.066-08:00"if the city of denver were to get an enema, it would be put in at adams state"
-my fake grandmother's daughter's husband, telling me not to go to adams state in colorado
Damn damn damn, do i feel boring or what.
i don't like my writing lately, it reads like crap, crappity crap crap.
i love my new job.
i have gotten into a realm of redundancy with my writing. realm of redundancy= ror, pronouncedEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1103506932829188902004-12-19T17:35:00.000-08:002004-12-19T17:42:12.830-08:00Yelling "Ho ho ho" is socially acceptable this time of year.
my my my look how it all comes swirling like crazy to a close. and here it is, the winter break i've been looking forward to since september. fabulousness! there was kyle the car dance other dance drama school trigonometry the acts the NDI show first quarter exams my back breaking the car getting broken into fighting with friends theEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1101776228625678442004-11-29T16:35:00.000-08:002004-11-29T16:57:08.626-08:00Nostalgia, because it's your favorite word
everything changed because of you. i forgot responsibilities, common decency, school, money, everything because of you. you suprised me on friday, suprised me so bad i couldnt' stop smiling for three hours until i fell asleep, exhausted, in the cove of your body where i've fallen asleep so many times that now it is permanent and ingrained in both of Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1101710457683687202004-11-28T22:36:00.000-08:002004-11-28T22:40:57.683-08:00Teenager (another american pie moment)
how tainted can catholic high school make someone? on the way home from the airport after a fabulous weekend i saw a sign that said:
"rest area, free coffee"
and i thought "not on sundays though, because you always have to pay god (the price of your soul)."
and, even sadder, my next thought was:
"i'm going to post that on my blog!"
Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1101443121416765032004-11-25T20:12:00.000-08:002004-11-25T20:25:21.416-08:00countdown (but since i stole it from sarah's blog, it would be more appropriate to call it a "cuntdown")
10: things about me
i love the ocean, flip flops, grass, and costume jewelry. i have a fascination with pigs and my friends are pot heads, and i love ball gowns and i am afraid of almost everything. green eyes and a milkshake like you wouldn't believe, constantly saying things to get me Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1099962062304025642004-11-08T16:50:00.001-08:002004-11-08T17:01:02.303-08:00"Don't judge things by their appearance, even carpet bags. i'm sure i never do."
-Mary Poppins
It looks as though i might have a fracture in my back it looks as though six to twelve months is out of the question it looks as though the one thing i sacrifice money social events time with my boyfriend homework schoolwork everything i care about is going to be gone, what if we get the test results Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1099962049041435422004-11-08T16:50:00.000-08:002004-11-08T17:00:49.040-08:00"Don't judge things by their appearance, even carpet bags. i'm sure i never do."
-Mary Poppins
It looks as though i might have a fracture in my back it looks as though six to twelve months is out of the question it looks as though the one thing i sacrifice money social events time with my boyfriend homework schoolwork everything i care about is going to be gone, what if we get the test results Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1099291403902253232004-10-31T22:30:00.000-08:002004-10-31T22:43:23.903-08:00and so i bite my tongue (aka no one read this because it's stupid)
you hurt me with those words that sear like ice and fire, you are angry and i don't want to make you angrier, so i don't tell you about my life, you feel so alone and i don't know how to help you, and do you want to be helped? but how do i say all of this to you without making you angry? well it is impossible, and so i bite my Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1099097244903207472004-10-29T17:35:00.000-07:002004-10-29T17:47:24.903-07:00when friday rolls around and you have nothing to do, what is the soul anyway?
On Wenesday in english we talked about the soul, firstly, aristotle's definition, then our own. The soul is not really a me or a you or anything except that which is the deepest form of living, and it's in all of us, but it belongs to none of us, because it's not transient and it's not ours alone, it's for our Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1098850567315189182004-10-26T20:52:00.000-07:002004-10-26T21:16:07.316-07:00"Word Vomit....no, something worse this time"
ranting time. when not one but two best friends seem to be getting stolen by a rock climbing poser jew, what am i supposed to do? sisters leave you (again) and you get sad (again) just because it's so much easier when the two people who hold the biggest pieces of your heart aren't combating for it, aren't pulling you two different directions for it, Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1098237013742861012004-10-19T18:35:00.000-07:002004-10-19T18:50:13.743-07:00CAPS ARE FUN, JUST LIKE ME
THIS IS INSANE!
I CAN'T BELIEVE EXAMS ARE TOMORROW!
I CAN'T BELIEVE OCTOBER IS ALMOST GONE!
I CAN'T BELIEVE EVERYONE HAS APPLIED TO COLLEGE BUT ME!
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M PROCRASTINATING MORE THAN LISA!
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S MY FAVORITE BOY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!! (side-note-in-non-caps-because-i'm-not-yelling-like-a-crazy=person-like-his-roomate (Pete from Kentucky...Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1098070814124779552004-10-17T20:11:00.000-07:002004-10-17T20:40:14.123-07:00"i will lay me down for her
i will lay me down
i do not know where i let off
and where she begins
so you will not know which one you see
when i come walking in
and i will lay me down for her
i will lay me down
there's no where else for me to go
now that's summers gone
so we shall move into the fall
autumn and beyond
and i will lay me down for her
i will lay me down"
-john gorka, "lay me down"
Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1097211818016043642004-10-07T21:51:00.000-07:002004-10-07T22:03:38.016-07:00"But your cervix looks great"
There is so much shit upon shit upon shit going on. Today a sixty year old woman took a pap smear test from me nurses aid/ gynecologist. And Moby could have written on my comments, but it was probably just some fuck who doesn't understand the physchological weight Moby carries for me.....sigh.....but if it was "the man" i will enshrine that comment forever and Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1096946035581463502004-10-04T20:01:00.000-07:002004-10-04T20:13:55.580-07:00sometimes we play our silly little game for no other reason then we want to hurt each other. it is the elaborate game of human emotion-- a web, a firing range, a wreckage, a snow flurry. it is the tug on my heart from your pain in my ears, it is the laugh on my tongue from the moment you smile. it is not what i wanted for you and it is not what i wanted for me. i do not want to be a shell. do youEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1096832783848855172004-10-03T13:32:00.000-07:002004-10-03T12:46:23.846-07:00"From the way she's talking, i bet she's a moaner in the sack"
it's getting close to impossible to think about school. all i want is for everything to be over and done with, to be on my way to pitzer, to have said good bye and shed the tears and be happy and proud that i made it with all my best mates beside me.
our classes went to see the play "wink" on friday, and if it's coming to a town Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1096418589388410312004-09-28T17:38:00.000-07:002004-09-28T17:43:09.386-07:00Among the list of many, some things I hate right now are:
1. biology labs
2. my body
3. boys
4. hurting people (even when they deserve it)
5. wanting to kiss someone
6. math
7. hot dogs with bread and cheese on them (oh that's so gross)
8. money
9. the way my fingernails never grow long and gorgeous like bekah's
10. people who go to college
11. politics
12. alchohol
13. sweaty faces
14. unripe Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1096125637231372062004-09-25T08:14:00.000-07:002004-09-25T08:20:37.230-07:00The Scene
no it's not you
its mememememe
no don't worry it's nothing
nothing to worry about
no, sure, we love each other,
if
This twisted broken shard is love,
oh, there's another piece over there
put them together
make them fit together
hold onto them together
even as our fingers bleed.
you
who thinks everything
who knows everything
who feels everything
except for angry.
you who left me here
Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1095991207351975602004-09-23T18:35:00.000-07:002004-09-23T19:00:07.353-07:00Today was the ring ceremony. It's the ceremony at St Mike's where the seniors all get their class ring, and I've watched the seniors at this mass every single year-- it's a huge tradition at St Mike's. They walk in after everybody else and the whole school, plus all the senior parents who come to watch, looks at them in awe. And it just hit me as we were walking through everyone today: this isEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1095738337446719332004-09-20T20:34:00.000-07:002004-09-20T20:45:37.446-07:00Matters of Consequence
this is form a journal entry we had to write in english inspired by the little prince. for those of you who haven't read it, i suggest you do. but in any event, matters of consequence are basically things other people consider important...like, oh, say, i don't know....owing them $2000 or paying taxes or obeying ridiculous laws or cleaning out sock drawers. i just like Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1095544822268055822004-09-18T14:45:00.000-07:002004-09-18T15:00:22.270-07:00well sheeeeeeee-eeet, i guess it's time to roll with the punches
I am read by many-- I had so many comments on my last post! Even though four of them were from the Landy meister....It was the greatest moment of my life! But I still haven't surpassed Thomas Calvert Wall (with 18) or even Brian....um....Kemm (with 13), but I'm hoppin to it. Someday I'm going to be the best known person on the Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1095005418357680862004-09-12T09:04:00.000-07:002004-09-12T09:10:18.356-07:00Something in the way you move Me
Last night was a weird time. we never actually got anywhere but there were some highlights. Among them: dancing on the fiesta stage with twenty or so other people to "play that funky music white boy" and meeting some kid who i was supposed to remember from elementary school. he remembered me but i don't think i've ever seen him before in my life.... last night Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1094936543917558162004-09-11T13:06:00.000-07:002004-09-11T14:02:23.916-07:00"I Feel The Need for Speed, Maverick"
Zozobra was Thursday night. It was awesome- pot smoke and Tomasita's, we wore fairy wings, scarves, glitter, masks. I saw just about everyone i knew and then some people I didn't ("I DON'T KNOW WHO THOSE GIRLS ARE"), we danced a lot and it was hazy and smooshed and chaotic. It's just like Micayla and Greggy were saying: sometimes at Zozobra you feel like Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1093816665420872742004-08-29T14:41:00.000-07:002004-08-29T14:57:45.420-07:00It's funny how when you're little, how everything can be divided into "if"s and "then"s. If you eat vegetables, you'll be healthy, if you are nice to people, they're nice to you, if you work hard you can be anything in the world you want to be, if you believe in yourself then everyone else will too. If you love someone, then they'll love you, if something funny happens, then everyone laughs, andEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1093495011665494132004-08-25T21:35:00.000-07:002004-08-25T21:36:51.666-07:00A michelle branch song is playing in my head: "if you want to, i could save you, i could take you away from here, so lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody who cared...." My god, who are the grown-ups who writes these lyrics for her?
I am so happy, happy, happy, I might asplode.
Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1093403630269285352004-08-24T19:13:00.000-07:002004-08-24T20:13:50.270-07:00"Quick and Dirty, if you Will"
the above is a quote from my biology teacher. he was talking about a science lab, but i just couldn't get over the fact that he kept saying quick and dirty....
Speaking of which, school slowly pulls me back into its grip and i can feel all my freshness, from my tan to my awake level to my smile fading, fading, fading....It's not that bad. I just hate all this "it'sEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1093197201061618112004-08-22T10:34:00.000-07:002004-08-22T10:53:21.060-07:00Quotes From a Topsy Turvy Week
"oh, that's a skinny one!"
"he looks like a hanson brother."
"i think alex maryol looks like a hanson brother!"
-me and vanessa at starbucks friday night
"there's only you, just you, emily pepin, there is only you and there is only going to be you, my emily pepin, just me and you and us. "
-kyle on monday
"wait, is it like solemn and grundy?"
"no, it's soloman...Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1092953440164932022004-08-19T14:45:00.000-07:002004-08-19T15:10:40.163-07:00like erin said, this summer was crazy....
abiquiu lake and drunk girl parties, getting hired at cold stone and his graduation and me and sarah fighting fighting but now i feel like she's my sister again i want her to stay or at least take me to new york then there was the dance intensive and going out and staying out and california and work work work and my birthday and dropping karate and gina Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1092756831586484262004-08-17T08:33:00.000-07:002004-08-17T08:33:51.586-07:00Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1092754401929732632004-08-17T07:39:00.000-07:002004-08-17T07:53:21.943-07:00After we said good-bye, I saw you in your house, your mom holding you like you were little. I sat at the end of your driveway, just looking for glimpses of you, long after we had said good-bye. Finally, you disapeared into the bathroom. I pulled away from your house at 5:15 am.
I got home and opened the card. I put the ring on my pinky. I tried to go to sleep by reading Anna Maxted's Getting Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1091598515554464772004-08-03T22:26:00.000-07:002004-08-03T22:48:35.553-07:00For as far into future times as I can measure i'm singing to your graces but i know that it's going to end and what will i do i can't go through something like that if you let go of me if you let me let you go i'll slip into the swamp and everything will taste bitter and all i want is for us to love each other and for it to be easy for us to love each other all i want is tears in the throat from Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1091386214015915642004-08-01T11:33:00.000-07:002004-08-01T11:50:14.016-07:00"I Can't Miss Something With Sadness Unless I Missed It The First Time Around"
Now that I'm seventeen living isn't like it should be, with a James Dean-esque approach, fast cars and fast women, it's all people rushing past me to head out this big huge door, while I stay in the corner of the room by the window. I'm watching the scenery outside, but unlike everyone else I'm not rushing to the Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1089502960461258862004-07-10T16:12:00.000-07:002004-07-10T16:42:40.460-07:00WOOT!!!!! (teen girl squad reference number one)
I just got back from California to find an enormous superman doll on my bed, propped up to say hello! I thought he was a big scary man at first, but then i realized he was a big supercool supertoy, so i calmed down. California was soooooo wonderful, i hope my tan lasts forever. It was beautiful, I went "surfing", we made sand castles, we ate lots Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1088379604605082472004-06-27T16:24:00.000-07:002004-06-27T16:40:04.606-07:00"The sun is setting as i run out of breath
keep me in your heart for awhile
there's a train leaving nightly called when all is said and done
keep me in your heart for awhile
if i leave you it doesn't mean i love you any less
keep me in your heart for awhile
and when the winter comes
keep the fires lit
and i'll be right there next to you
keep me in your heart for awhile"
-Warren Zevon
this Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1088014989254395972004-06-23T10:21:00.000-07:002004-06-23T11:23:09.253-07:00to take a cue from bekita and modest mouse: even if things get heavy, we'll all float on
I'm stealing an idea from alex hesbrook, who made the lists "reasons to believe in humanity" and "reasons not to"
Why The World Troubles Me:
George Bush is president, and it looks like he's going to stay president.....
Sati (burning widows)is still practiced in India. Constantly.
The Earth is over due Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1087792783648229612004-06-20T21:10:00.000-07:002004-06-20T21:39:43.646-07:00THat last post sucked. While i pull some more ice cream and create some more calluses, i'll be looking for my own personal muse. in the meantime, i'm going to make a list:
THE TOP TEN THINGS I LEARNED IN THE PAST WEEK
1. it's real hard to make ice cream
2. i need to learn how to express my anger other than hitting, or biting. i got into a fight with sarah yesterday and i bit my finger so hard Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1087310285322271892004-06-15T07:12:00.000-07:002004-06-15T07:38:05.323-07:00this my life, it's unexciting, uneventful, and filled with gay men
what is happening? it had been ever so long since i posted cuz i am busier than a cat falling from a ninth story building.life is crazy these days....this extremely exciting dance intensive is going on these two weeks at the dance space but i don't get to go as much as i would like. it's weird, when did summer turn into working Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1086101402879926352004-06-01T07:33:00.000-07:002004-06-01T07:50:02.880-07:00"i find it hard to tell you/i find it hard to take/ people run in circles it's a very very....mad world"
i don't know who sings this song but it is the greatest song on earth and i love it completely.
that said, the quote applies.
i don't understand people sometimes. i don't understand why we hurt other people, i odn't understand why something we bury away a year, two years ago, can show up Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1086050056264308212004-05-31T17:12:00.000-07:002004-05-31T17:35:47.590-07:00Today
Today my friends and I drove up to Abiquiu Lake. All the people crammed into my tiny white Nissan told me to go faster as I followed Ayla, but I was too scared, and it's on video tape. We hiked to these huge rocks where we sunbathed and looked out at the water and danced and ate and laughed. We would jump into the freezing cold water every few hours, losing our balance on the unsteady Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1085091136698741202004-05-20T15:09:00.000-07:002004-05-20T15:12:16.696-07:00at the beginning of the year i said:
"it's like something breaks apart inside of you, because you like your place in this world and then somehow everything changes and you don't anymore. and how do you get it back? and people who have more, who are more, they get depressed. so why should i be happy when i'm less than them?"
now i know: it's because i'm not.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1084904914822305932004-05-18T11:14:00.000-07:002004-05-18T11:28:34.823-07:00WAIT! F****! I don't understand what just happened, i think maybe junior year is over i'mnotreadyi'mnotreadyi'mnotready but i think it's happening anyway and now images are rushing through my head the beginning of the year gina then ben then sarah left and it was the last time i ever felt like a little girl and then my friends broke apart mackelvy homecoming warehouse 21 my first ballet piece Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1084748390018150452004-05-16T15:43:00.000-07:002004-05-16T15:59:50.016-07:00Again, Here I am
OK, so, another week went by, but this week was unlike any other I have ever experienced...itt was probably the worst week of my life, second only to when my dad's head broke open.
i have amazing friends. i can't believe how amazing they really really are....i also can't believe that so many people ( my amazing friends included) can hold grudges so tightly and for so long. likeEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1083814560982315042004-05-05T20:31:00.000-07:002004-05-05T20:40:26.750-07:00What is it with people?
"Emily are you cliche?"
"No."
"Emily are you cliche?"
"No."
"Emily are you cliche?"
"NO!"
"Emily are you cliche?"
"NO!!!!"
"Hey Em, are you cliche?"
"No."
"you guys, i think emily is lying, i think she's a cliche..."
"em, is that true?"
"are you cliche?"
"no."
"are you sure?"
"yes."
are you cliche?"
"no."
"are you cliche?"
"YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU DRUNK SHITHEADS? WHY DON'T Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1083522958725567602004-05-02T11:17:00.000-07:002004-05-02T11:40:20.013-07:00"So....you're the one who caused all the trouble today?"
"So...you're the one who's an alchoholic?"
Oh my god.....PROM WAS LAST NIGHT. (WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW)
It was the greatest night ever....ghetto dinner at Il Vicino, for some reason I was really nervous, maybe b/c I was rushed getting ready and Vanessa wore my boobs into the restaurant, oh that was pretty awful! Then ice cream, yum yum yum, Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-108306005466506752004-04-27T02:54:00.000-07:002004-04-27T03:05:08.920-07:00"I Shall Believe"-Sheryl Crow
I never think about you ever but for some reason I am right now and it's sad like I'm made out of wet teary paper it's 3:56 am i need to go to bed and i still have nine articles to read but i felt like i needed to tell you something when i think about you it hurts like breaking no not breaking but crumbling crumbling like the way sand castles do when tide comes in Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1082950142719440222004-04-25T19:49:00.000-07:002004-04-25T20:34:36.046-07:00Today Is No Underwear Sunday
Today is the day of no underwear. I never wear underwear on Sundays, is that weird?
So, I got a prom dress. It makes me look pregnant. But SEXY PREGNANT! Like, if Angeline Jolie was pregnant. Lisa wants me to aid her in being anorexic but i'm all about the pregnant-hot look. She better eat. I'll bring her taco bell and elephant ear pastries from las chivas and Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1081990611185084512004-04-14T17:32:00.000-07:002004-04-14T18:00:48.466-07:00What is this shit man?
Honestly, wtf mate? (has anyone seen that online skit thing? I don't know where it came from but it's called "The End of The World" and it's ever so hilarious and if i wasn't retarded with the computer lovin i would send everyone the link). Anyway....wtf mate? What is it with things sucking in the spring time? I hate that! Spring is meant to be the time of rejoicing. Alas,Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1081704719303143622004-04-11T09:57:00.000-07:002004-04-11T10:35:51.576-07:00DON'T SMOKE THE DEATH STICKS!!!!
It's Easter Sunday. Happy rebirthday, Jesus! What am I supposed to be doing today? Repenting? That makes me think of that Leonard Cohen song: "When thay said repent (repent!) I wonder what they meant...." What does it mean to repent? "I'm sorry for all the shit I've done God, and I'll try not to do it again, but I probably will, because people rarely learn fromEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1081454824938758552004-04-08T12:46:00.000-07:002004-04-08T13:10:53.700-07:00IT's Been A Long Time Coming But She Sure Knows What She's Leaving BEhind- Billy Joel (shut up, you know you all secretly love him as much as I do)
It's been a long time since I've written, but it's been a longer time still since I've been in love. And how am I supposed to feel now? all crazy and dreaming and lifted up and unaware? I didn't ask for this, you forced all your sweet-smelling Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1079933612403452942004-03-21T21:25:00.000-08:002004-03-21T21:37:28.390-08:00"I loved you yesterday and I love you just the same and I gave myself to you, you took only my heart"
-Lyle Lovett
My sister says that the myth that men can only get an orgasm once a night is a lie....and also that no chemical reaction occurs for all women all the time in the small of the back when orgasm is achieved...but i wouldn't really know, i just think that's pretty bling blingin Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1079929048458639872004-03-21T20:05:00.000-08:002004-03-21T20:21:16.780-08:00Swirled Up
Here I am, New York City. The most sang about city in the world, with the possible exception of Jerusalem, but me and Sarah don't think hymns count.
New York. Here it is, in front me, holding up the sky, it seems like even the buildings are sucking in their breath to keep themselves tiny enough to be squished in the crevaces of other buildings, and the whole city, moving feeling,Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1079064984638219382004-03-11T20:02:00.000-08:002004-03-11T20:19:35.186-08:00The Awesomest Day Ever
It is rare that one has a day in which they decide that, given the chance, they wouldn't change a single thing. But today was such a day. I loooooove everybody!
Happiness is:
a copper flower made by a folk artist
a mini potato casserole
sparring in karate so hardcore that your forearms throb
doing good deeds
playing dodge ball freeze tag
iced mochas and cinnamon rolls Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1078724608093099342004-03-07T21:21:00.000-08:002004-03-07T21:46:32.873-08:00"I tan like a fish walks"
I am soooooooo ready for it to be springy springy sunshiney spring time. I ready for tank tops and flip flops and the whole world smelling like it's waking up. Aren't you?
It's been a long time since I've written but there's not much to say, or else I'd be typing up a regular storm. Happy birthday to Miss Lisa Danielle Cheek, even though it was yesterday. I hope itEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1077593423537841902004-02-23T19:16:00.000-08:002004-02-23T19:33:10.496-08:00"If your nose was a mountain, I'd ski on it"
The Great Things about Today:
1. I went to a Mexican cafe with Kyle and David
2. I didn't get very muchly punished at all for going to a mexican cafe with kyle and david.
3. I love dance class.
4. Krispy Kreme doughnuts rock the house! Even if they don't spell their name right...
5. Dance rehearsal makes me sooooooo happy.
6. Homework sucks, but I Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1077255823905821792004-02-19T21:43:00.000-08:002004-02-19T21:46:25.326-08:00LISA AND BRITTANY ROCK DA HIZZZZZZOUSE
OH my god. If you donât know these girls, you sure need to get to know them cuz they rock. Tey oth wrote about me and now Iâll be a celebrity! And I rhymed. On a dime! Anytime! You know I can be sublime! Anyway, these girls are so fabulous and beautiful that I just have to say all I can about them right now or I will just a splode!
Lisa: You are suchEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1077085815141544142004-02-17T22:18:00.000-08:002004-02-17T22:38:05.890-08:00Oh dear readers, these past few days have been a bit bumpy and I just read the past three entries and I sound like I have terrets syndrome. Sorry about that. I hope you still read it.........i know it's not interesting but you know you want to. Hey, things aren't so bad! I have a B.F.I.T. now! (Best friend in training!) I'm so lucky! And my parents gave me Crest Whitening Strips! So I'll have Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1077084941611981622004-02-17T21:59:00.000-08:002004-02-17T22:18:20.700-08:00Better than Me
I already knew you were better than me. Even in eighth grade you did better on the standardized test. You were a cheerleader, you've had the longer relationship and it didn't even end badly. you smell better, you're prettier, you get better grades, and last year everyone loved your poetry book and no one liked mine. and i always knew you were wonderful, it's just that you're Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1076895896611978972004-02-15T17:43:00.000-08:002004-02-15T17:47:32.293-08:00"I'm sorry I'm not David."
What the hell is that supposed to mean?Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1076777961744434422004-02-14T08:39:00.000-08:002004-02-14T09:01:55.360-08:00"fallen for you
did you ever see me
walking on
the riveria
i was playing another game
i'd hope you'd catch on all the same"
~"Fallen for you"....by um........someone i don't know
Stronger Personality
If I never had to hear another word about my personality
Ever ever again
Then I could be the smiley face that everyone thinks of me as-
who wants to have a great personality
when all you have is Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1076472814029863362004-02-10T20:04:00.000-08:002004-02-10T20:16:03.356-08:00RARRRRRRRR! EMILY MONSTER!!!!!!!!
I've come to the conclusion that if I have to feel disconnected from my friends for a while, for whatever reason, I think it'll be ok....Maybe it just means I'll be closer to them when we start doing the humpty dumpty again......ehehe no i don't have any friends like that.... today i found this poem that i wrote a long time again and i have no idea what it's Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1076387321744534072004-02-09T20:20:00.000-08:002004-02-09T20:31:09.466-08:00Monday Monday Monday........it's fading fast
Monday is almost over, and I'm feeling pretty nice nice nice. This Monday was pretty great, as far as mondays go. The weekend was almost painful, which is silly, cuz tis' the weekend, but it just wasnt' much fun. I don't know what's wrong with me. Saturday me and some friends did our history project and I just felt soooo......discluded. Not just Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1075911964644779182004-02-04T08:21:00.000-08:002004-02-04T08:28:24.860-08:00SNOW!!!!!!!!!!! DAY!!!!!!!!!!!
A Snow day! A Snow Day! Oh how I love a Snow Day! A Snow Day! A Snow Day! I looooove love love SNOW DAYS!
I don't know how people can be athiests when there are snow days around! Honestly, there must be a higher being to create such a wonderful thing as a snow day! I pity the poor children of Southern California and Hawaii, they never get snow days! Constantly theyEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1075691096106917112004-02-01T19:02:00.000-08:002004-02-01T19:07:13.090-08:00After
Friday was a bad day.
Something bad happened.
It wasn't a boy.
It was a dance.
I got kicked out the dance.
Not because I wasn't good enough.
Because I wasn't quiet or British enough?
Because I wasn't sad enough?
Because I wasn't thin enough?
Because I wasn't ballet enough?
When oh when will all my "bigness"- my big mouth my big voice my big smile my big laugh my big body- stop gettingEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1075690562201219332004-02-01T18:40:00.000-08:002004-02-01T19:00:05.060-08:00William Shakespeare rocks my brock
Oh man, gee, boy howdy, gosh, we just finished the macbeth project and we had to film the first scene for the fourth act and it was off the hizzy for schizzy. i am so madly in love with my group! the whole project rocked it hardcore. it's sooooooooo funny, i thought it was going to be like the worst afternoon of my life, but it was a whole bunch of fun. I had Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1075443956675451342004-01-29T22:18:00.000-08:002004-01-29T22:29:04.390-08:00I think pomegranetes are interesting
What makes an interesting person interesting? The fact that they have pig keychain? Or because they're funny? Two people said i was an interesting person today. it made my life. that and the chicken i made for our macbeth project in english. it's the ugliest thing that has ever been created from yarn, including those ugly holiday sweaters. Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1075439571800401052004-01-29T21:05:00.000-08:002004-01-29T21:15:04.686-08:00Math is blizzang blizzang blizzangin
Just got back from bekita the greats. i love her family. they're all so quiest and reserved, i am constantly asking myself what they must be thinking inside their quiet little heads. they all seem so....serene. rosemary is like this little tery cloth towel of a woman, she just makes you feel comfortable without doing anythign except being there. anyway, Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1075264779088175242004-01-27T20:23:00.000-08:002004-01-27T20:43:51.750-08:00Wake up. eat toast. feed animals. drive whuile drinking coffee. i remember my deodorant today. school. creative writing (fun), english (i wish miss chitwood an eternity of nights in hell), service learning, really sad talk about aids today, these two sad speakers. gas in the car. food. jazz class. ballet class ("hey emily, nice sote bosque"). make the endless journey into el dorado. feed the Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1074375100067016612004-01-17T13:26:00.000-08:002004-01-17T13:33:35.903-08:00Everything Sucks
So....everything sucks. my great grandmother just died and one of my best friends lied to me. the most gorgeous boy in the world hate me. i wasn't invited to one of my best friends' houses. which is a relaly stupid thing to be upset about. all of this shit is really juevenile and it shouldnt bother me. but it does, cuz i'm just an immature little girl.
i didn't get the drama Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1074229280766510572004-01-15T20:55:00.000-08:002004-01-15T21:03:14.593-08:00i wish everyone had a Ron, Lisa, and Brittany
I wish everyone had a ron. ron is the greatest person in the world. I wish you had a Ron so you could hear things like "yeah emily, you were really bad when you first started dancing. now you're better" and then laugh at you. And then tell you that your smile makes the world seem cozier. but it doesn't....
I wish everyone had a lisa. lisa is Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1074228844908579102004-01-15T20:53:00.000-08:002004-01-15T20:55:57.983-08:00I wanted to go to Starbucks this morning
“I wanted to go to Starbucks this morning.” She says it icily, just snottily enough for the man to turn away from his irritation at getting a non-soy latte and snap his attention up to her face, where she wears a pouty look. I imagine the look being perfected long ago in front of a bathroom mirror and aged, like a fine wine, until it became a quietly Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1074224226071605982004-01-15T19:28:00.000-08:002004-01-15T19:39:26.420-08:00Slap My Bitch Up
Well it's been awhile cuz I am such a loser who does nothing. But what's going on? Something THRILLING? Nope nope nope. I am madly madly in love with a boy who, for all intents and purposes, likes me........hmm........i say not at all. And my part in the next dance performance is small and all the peices I'm in have a lot of people in them so I'm sure no one will see me at Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1073257236807471072004-01-04T15:00:00.000-08:002004-01-04T15:00:55.953-08:00Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1073257128807268532004-01-04T14:54:00.000-08:002004-01-04T14:59:47.723-08:00Well Dauuuuughlings, I don't know about everyone else, but New Years was a rockin time for me. What are everyone's new years resolutions? I think it's really good to make at least one new years resolution, even if you don't keep it, cuz this is the only time of year people openly admit to not being perfect and at least say that they're going to try to becoming better. Granted, everyone knows Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1072666292449761852003-12-28T18:41:00.000-08:002003-12-28T18:51:49.083-08:00New Years
Is anyone doing anything for new years? me and lisa have nothing to do and it's a wee bit sad. i mean, we're sixteen years old, we should find something to do instead of just sitting at home eating and watching the ball drop. somebody invite us somewhere! we're really fun! especially when you get us all liquored up! yahooooooooooo. happy new years everybody.....it's so insane, I Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1072665297917067392003-12-28T18:24:00.000-08:002003-12-28T18:35:14.783-08:00despair....
Oh God. I think I've taken on more than I can handle. I'm so technologically impaired! Already I'm overwhelmed by the blogness. My blog is ugly but there's no way I'm even going to venture into trying to fix it cuz I'm really dumb when it comes to computers. And I don't even know how to get links or to get people read this. I must really be an idiot. The computer age is upon usEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257802.post-1072664175050768012003-12-28T18:13:00.000-08:002003-12-28T18:16:32.170-08:00EMILY!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm a little trepadacious about the whole bling-blangin' blog idea thing, but I'm also rather excited. I've always hated blogs and I think it's pretty self-involved to think that everyone wants to know all about my life. Having said that, I admit to being addicted to the few blogs I do read and also I must confess that I just like the idea of everyone reading about me. I'm Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06393309305069794701noreply@blogger.com