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Monday, November 26th, 2001
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Hey kidlets, there is no point to this post. In fact, I have to ype very fast because as it turns out it's almost time for me to get off. So discard any typos, that's so not my style, but for tonight it is, and maybe if I cre enough later I'll go back and fix them. This should just show how bad of a typer I really am. Rate Me!!! Just kidding, no.
So I hate people. Especially people that compulsively lie, such as a girl we'll name X. Recently she stold my friend's boyfriend, and here a month later, he has prposed to her. This has upset my friend, because now she's all, "What does X have that I don't?" Which is very little, everything about X makes me want to throw myself off the Grand Canyon (no lie). Seriously now kids. X is 18, and the dude is 17. That's just TRASH!!! The whole thing is probably cow's balls, for all I care, because X lies about everything, and I'm not going into that at this point in time.
Enough about this, I'm done talkig about it. This morning before I left for school, I caught almost a whole episode of the classic show, Saved By the Bell. The original ones, with Zack, Kelly, Slater, Jesse, the whole funky bunch. It was a grand time.
With that said, I don't think I have anything to add, except today was average. My friend Rob now has an electric guitar to go with his beautiful bass, both of which I owned because I'm better than everyone else, and he got the damn thing for free too which may be the end of my life. Plus, it's like a valuable limited edition or some shit (the shape of the thing in retired, I forget the whole shpiel he spat out at me) and he said it's pretty so he's bringing it it. Can you just tell I'm going as fast as I can? This whole entry is disorganized and I'd be lying if I said it mattered. Maybe all my entries should be rushed, I feel better about myself getting everything out at like 40438304830480 miler per hour, now wasn't that fun? Yes, you say, it was hysterical. Wee hee!!! Okay I think I seriously need to go, I love you all, peace and mango fleece. Asta la bye bye. I just realized that the correct spelling of asta in the Spanish sense would be Hasta, making all those other times I said it meaningless. Anyway, later peeps!
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Wednesday, November 21st, 2001
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The good news: my nickle's name is Phillip.
The bad news: it's a GIRL nickle!!
Yeah I won't even explain it, if you know what it's from, ten points!!
Today is Wednesday.
A day of doom.
Today.....I had school, and I didn't enjoy it much. And I just wanted to stay at Kelly's house, and watch the Linkin Park DVD curled up on the chair with some mint chocolate chip ice cream, or a Mike Shinoda.
Or wait, didn't I tell you it was coming out? I swear I did, but if I neglected to mention it, I just did. So anyway, we ran out and got it last night, may I have the honor of telling you it is INCREDIBLE. Uh. Yeah we had brought home Firestone salads from Rockne's and popped it in, but I seriously couldn't eat, because that would involve taking my eyes off the TV, and then I'd miss something ELSE that was funny. All about the laughs, those ones are. And they don't even know it. So I've declared LP my new best friend. And we're getting married. "Oh, who are you married to?" People will ask when they see the ring on my left ring finger. And I'll reply, "Linkin Park." As they crack up I'll say, "Um, excuse me, I'm dead serious." And then they get all quiet and give me a doubtful look. But it's true.
LOL I'm married to like eight people now.
So how was your day off? Because everybody else on the FACE OF THE PLANET had it off, excluding me, of course. I'm going to let you in on a little secret of mine that I've been hiding from you all for faaarrrr too long: I'm convinced that the entire world has developed a conspiracy against ME. Because, if you stop to think about it, things don't exactly ever work out for little old Emily. Let's recap. Never mind. Maybe I'll do that later. Or never, but anyway.
My only homework over this long weekend is art. ART. I love art and everything. But homework? In art? Is weird. No English, or French, or Science. Odd, isn't it? It's okay though because I happen to enjoy the project we are doing. It's all about one-point and two-point perspective, and those optical curve things that remind me of connect-the-dots. Fun stuff, and the final is due Tuesday. Which means I should start, but I will, don't worry. The worst part is that I have to color everything in a checkerboard print. It will look fleet, but take forever. Which I'm not into in abot ten ways.
I was playing this game, at pogo.com, called Word Whomp. Loads of fun, but it just always seems that everyone else in the room I'm in have 394802840283402 tokens. I have 1022. Oh happy day. That reminds of the prayer service we had today, we listened to this "OH HAPPY DAY!!!!" song. Anyway, I must be the person with the most of a life in there, and in a way that makes me feel better. But you feel stupid when people win like 500 tokens with one word. My top score per word is 74. Word.
Ooh, by the way, if your name is Katie, and you know me, read on down after this entry, because that's the one I told you to read on the phone. Holla!!
Yeah, I watched TRL today. And that chick sent Carson home. You can't send the MAN home from his own job, especially when you suck at hosting something!!! When she was up there, talkin' all, "Ron, nah no I don't like that....Danny, don't like that either...Carson, how bout we putchyour name up there...and you can go home..." I thought she was natural-ish. I mean, it was semi-obvious that they had "planned" the whole shibang, but once she had the mic all to herself she seemed confused? I don't know, it was just...Not that I could do better, I'd totally freeze up or whatever, but she kept saying "HOLLA!!!" Well, twice as far as I could tell, but twice in like five minutes, and that's twice too many. But I thought it was a little scary that MTV gave plain joes control of the show.
Yeah I went to Audiogalaxy to download the new Puddle of Mudd song "Blurry", which is aweseome, but I had to stop by the LP board (they have a board for every band there) and some asshole wrote about how LP is "manufactured shit" and man oh man was that the wrong thing to say. It got into the big thing about what pop is, because the dude called LP pop and shit. Of course I have my opinion about everything and I posted it. It felt really good to bitch a little bit, but of course I wasn't as mean as I could be, people don't know me there yet and I don't want to give a bad first impression like I normally do. Grr I just hate people, they can be so STUPID. Even me.
Is there a lighter note to this? Maybe later, when I go BASH ON SOME OTHER PEOPLE'S STUPID MUSIC. Because I'm going to be home the whole night, I run out of things to do very easily.
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Monday, November 19th, 2001
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Does anybody else notice how LiveJournal constantly just...shuts down on you? Or is it just LJ hating on me again? I just...dislike it sometimes, that's all. When I would like to go look at my little friends' journals, I can't. Outages, you say? Cannot find server? Oh well, I don't like you anyway.
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Does anybody else notice how LiveJournal constantly just...shuts down on you? Or is it just LJ hating on me again? I just...dislike it sometimes, that's all. When I would like to go look at my little friends' journals, I can't. Outages, you say? Cannot find server? Oh well, I don't like you anyway.
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I'm seriously giving up. On what? Brian. I don't think he wants to shadow me, I think he was just being nice, because he's too sweet of a person to hurt my feelings. He has Wednesday off, just like I told you. This Weds. It is Monday. He hasn't called me like he said he would, just as soon as he found out the next day he has off. I mean, it could just be that he is traveling for Thanksgiving and can't shadow me because he won't be home, but I don't want to get my hopes up. Then again, he did ask me for my number when I called him....this isn't going anywhere. There's always a chance that he'll call tomorrow, but then it'd be too late, I think. Or what if he's already arranged it, he's just one of those kids that likes to surprise people? I don't know, the last one seems totally unlikely, no matter how much I don't know him, I don't know ANYBODY like that. Again, I sigh.
But on a much, much happier note: tomorrow is the release of the Linkin Park DVD. Now, I don't happen to have a DVD player (YET), but I'm asking for it for Christmas, because it's been heavily hinted at that we are getting one for Christmas. And yes, I've heard it is being released on VHS also, but why settle for that when I can have the obvious better option, just a month later? Yeah I thought so. I'm going to ramble about how I've seen three commercials in one day for the thing, and all of them were different. I didn't really see all of the first one, but I've seen the whole other two. And of all three, I like the portion of the first one the most. That's just cuz the only part I saw of that was of course Michael. I swear, I'm not a stalker, I'll say that to my death. Actually, Kelly and I were talking about it today, and wouldn't it be really sad if we found out that any of the band members died in an accident or something? Because a lot of those have been happening lately, so it was on our minds, but I think I'd be clinically depressed, because that would just ruin the world. Anyway, I really am not. Please don't read this thinking, "Damn, she's one of the freak chicks that stalks the stars they love. And come on, it's not even a boy band!! Ten million dollars she knows everything about them, down to their shoe size." I'm not that bad, kids. I've been through that stage already. So I hope Brian doesn't call me tomorrow, because I'm most likely going to Kelly's house to watch it, which she'll hopefully pick up on her 20 minute ride home (crosses fingers). Because I stress that nobody wants to see that more than we do.
Today was just blah. School is going downhill, Jermeny broke up with me (not really because we aren't going out it's a joke that I made up myself, thank you), and it was rainy. It should be snowy. As much as I HATE the cold weather, if it's going to get cold as sure as hell better snow and I'll get some days off or fifteen, because that's the only reason I like winter. Snow days. And my school usually gets a lot, seeing as we're built like, in a hill. So since the main road is a steep cliff, it freezes very easily, and thus we get days off very easily. Yay us. Plus, our 'headmaster' or PRINCIPAL as normal people call it, leaves all the way out in Ashtabula or Geauga or some place like that, and that's the Snow Belt. Meaning, if he can't get to school, nobody does. Ha ha, suckers. You wish you went to my school. And if you live in Hawaii, call me because I'd much rather be there with warm weather and no snow days that this shit I live in. Let's be exchangies.
I guess Everybody Loves Raymond is funny tonight, my mother is cracking up like every seven seconds. Then again everything is funny to her, so it might not matter.
So, Thanksgiving? Has just become my favorite holiday. Why? FOOD. I love food. Food is everything, I worship food.
And by the way, I'm going to marry Harry Potter. Ooh that rhymed - marry Harry. Ten points!! Anyway, I saw the movie, can I just say, it rocked everything and anything on this planet!!!! Plus the kid that played Oliver Wood, the Quidditch captain AND keeper, was a cutie, so bonus!!! I'm a loser, I really am. And I like talking with a British accent, in a way over-acting tone like those children did. But just like Pete said, "But they're British, so it doesn't matter!" You know what kind of tone I mean, the exaggerated peppy one? "Oh my GOODNESS Hermione, it's a TROLL. Look at the size of THAT bugger, will you? Happy Christmas!!" They over stress words. Or maybe all British people over stress words, that would be fleet because then I'd blend in. "WICKED, Harry. That broomstick is just WICKED!! Who'dya think sent it to yooou?" Draw out the u sound in "you". But the verdict on Harry Potter is: four fingers and two thumbs up. Jolly good time, 'twas. Merry Thanksgiving. (You know, because they say Happy Christmas. Which is beyond messed up, but okay.)
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Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
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Thank you New Found Glory, for that song. Because that line right there? Seems to describe this, right now.
I like this boy, right? Brian, remember? And yeah, he goes to a different school, and yeah, he said he would shadow me. So i finally get his number. After like calling twelve people who didn't have his number, Mossy calls Saturday morning at like 10:30 and I get it. But all day Sat., I don't call him, just because I'm lazy. Plus, how weird is it to get a phone call from someone you haven't talked to but once at like 4:00 out of nowhere? But I call him, yes I call him, on Sunday. And his voice is exactly the same. And now, though it's been two weeks, I suddenly remember just how he looks. Good bucks, friends. And devil cute eyes. But I'm not obsessed. I just clearly like him. And I would like to touch him, haha. He's not big on the talk. Yeah he seems a little shy...but maybe it's just cuz he doesn't know me? The whole conversation lasted maybe, oh 5 minutes? But it was great. To me. You can all relate, when you talk to the person you like, ok maybe not in this situation when you haven't seen them for two weeks but you can't say "I've missed you, love me!!!!!!" because they don't know about the infatuation. It just feels gooooood. No matter how brief it is. How ninety year old do I sound right now? "You'll know when you see them...ahhh that reminds me of when I first met your grandfather, Brian, at a Halloween party in 2001..." I can just see it. In the granny voice. With like 480348430238230243874230 grandkids gathered round, some the fruit of my loins' loins (Get it, my offspring's offspring), maybe some not. MAYBE. Lol that's a lot of grandkids. Anywho, to the original point, he still is DYING to shadow me (this is not exaggerated. Okay maybe it is.) but the catch is, his parents won't let him shadow unless he has the day off, plus I have the rest of the Fridays in November off. I may have said this before, it's a sign. A bad omen, if you will. The stars, I tell you, are moving him away from me. And I'm thinking, "They'll probably have next Weds. off, before Turkey Day, and he can shadow then." I, of course, have school, so it would be perfect. It's just, no one knows if they have the day off. Sign or what? It's like the stars are saying "DAMMIT!! You can't be smart and figure out that since every other school has that day off but you, he should too!!!" So they kinda work in there that no one knows if they indeed have the day off. BUT, the stars are obviously fossils living in an ancient age. They forget about the Internet. And websites. AAAA hahahaha. That's an evil laugh. Anyway, through some extended research, I have in face discovered they DO, that's right DO have the day off. Happy dance!!!! That's my long story about how the stars hate me and shit, but shhhh don't tell them what I found out. They might reschedule that day. So I'm going to wait for Brian to call me and tell me that, so I don't seem more stalker than I already do. Yeah, right, "Hey Brian, what's up? I just found out that you have next Wednesday off!!! Isn't that just dandy? Oh, I'm ever so excited!!" (you know, 50's kids talk.)
On with the good news. I may be going to the Not So Silent Night concert ***featuring*** blink-182, Sum 41, Adema, Pressure 4-5, and 311. Fleet lineup, I know. Yes, fleet.
But anyway, today was a mullet day. Just...ugly. I wish it had been better, trust me I really do, but it was a blah day. Jermeny harassed me again about sex, it's his new bag of fun. He "thinks" I want him. He's joking, I think. He kept saying things about how I'm giving him looks like "I want to have sex with him on the table now" and "he's a piece of meat." I never do that, to any guy. If I look at them, it's definitely choice number one. I prefer "I want to rape you right now" but whatever tickles your pickle. I used to like him so much more when he acted more innocent to me. He's just another guy now, infatuated (SECOND TIME IN A DAY!!! 10 POINTS!!!) with talking about any form of the nasty. That's just so attractive. Do continue asking me who I would give head to in the school. Go on. (That was sarcasm, for those who didn't pick it up. You should get your Sarcasm Sensor 5000's looked at.)
Well, I don't think I have that much more to say.
I made it through and entry with out mentioning Mike Shinoda and how cute he is. HA HA. Tricked you!!!!!
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Friday, November 9th, 2001
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See, the thing about this journal is, I think I'm running out of things to say. I mean, I'll always have what I am thinking at the very moment to tell you, or what happened to me today, and stuff like that. But it's beginning to be boring, this updating. I mean, I love the update and all, but wouldn't you much rather hear a funny story than me complaining about my "love" life (or lack thereof) and how troubled it is? Even I am getting tired of it. And it's ME!!!
Anyway, on with the old. I'll tell you about my day, and how fun it wasn't. Because it wasn't very fun. I had a stomachache all day, and no boys, it's not what you think. No feminine problems. Just your average ache, plus chills and a mini-headache. I didn't want to stay home, or go home, just because my parents have that "You're sick you're not going anywhere" rule. So you're wondering why I'm updating at such a prime time of the evening? Because I threw in the towel and went home. You know how you just don't feel good, and you can't concentrate in class, so you might as well go home anyhow? It was one of those days, and that brings me to being extremely bored now. No, I wasn't faking to get home. I *never* do that. Lol, seriously, I wasn't faking today. I don't fake to GO home that often, sometimes I fake before I leave, but everyone deserves mental days, yeah? No harm.
Hmm, Katie signed off with no goodbye. Yes you, Katie. *Ouch. Just kidding. Ha ha!
So to get to the point, I came home after lunch. I mean, I was terrible in Math. Not the most interesting class as it is, but I usually take the notes teach gives us. I didn't even open my binder til half the class was over. Terrible. Sheesh. I am such a bad person.
Good news though. I got to see Linkin Park of the show Reverb on HBO at 4 today, and then the FVT2001 thing on MTV at 7. I swear, in the damn email it said 9. Thank God I found out it was 7. I'd have to go into massacre-mode. I just made that up. Violent, isn't it?
So that was good. I've said it before and I'll say it 948202382402824327320387320482023 times, because no matter how you say it, it's true. Even if you don't like LP, you have to notice how cute Michael is. I swear I'm not a stalker. But you can't deny it, he's a cutie patootie. I've explained this already. I'm sorry. Come on now. It might be the hair, too, I think. Til he buzzed it all off...anyway.
I think I'm mean.
Mean as in a bitch. "Heinous bitch, is more like it."
That'd be me. You know people sometimes mistake me as Julia Stiles when I walk down the street, even in broad daylight? Half of the is a lie, I'll tell you which, if you listen. People don't mistake me, they just say, "Hey there, you look like the chick from uhhhhhh....what's that movie......Save the Last Dance!!! Yeah. You do!!!" All I can say is "Uhhhhh. Ummmmmm. Thanks?!?!" I don't think so. At all. Yeah and some people think I look like another girl in my grade, who's so cute and like perfect at everything, with platinum-ish hair that's SO cute and natural. Again, I have no idea. I think most of those comments are made early in the morning, when people's minds are totally awake. That has to be it, because there is such slim resemblance between me and this girl. Teachers have called me her name before, weird I know. Here's an easy way to distinguish the difference between us: I DON'T HAVE PLATINUM HAIR. It's dirty blonde, thank you.
So I guess I came up with some things to talk about, if I come up with more I'll be sure to tell you because it's only ten o'clock and I'll be up for at least another two hours, that gives a lot of time to think about things.
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Monday, November 5th, 2001
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I know, it's been like a whole two seconds since I posted that last update. If you don't like it, bite me because I need to post this.
First off, to clear things up, I am a Lyric Whore. I always have to know the lyrics to songs that seriously appeal to me. So I stayed up for a little while last night to figure out the lyrics to Epiphany, the song I mentioned earlier. Because when I decide I need lyrics to a song, I can't wait. It has to be THEN. So I decided to post the lyrics for Epiphany, not because I feel this way today, but should the day I feel like the way these lyrics are, all I have to say is, "It's and Epiphany day." And you'll go, "Ohmygod. Wait, I have to go check out those lyrics again, I forgot what they were." Enough said. So this is a new thing, when I find a song I really really like, I'll look for lyrics, and post them.
Look for some lyrics from Jimmy Eat World soon, because they're sweet too.
Epiphany
Your words to me just a whisper
Your faces so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
'Cause it's always raining in my head
So I speak to you in riddles because
My words get in my way. I smoke the
whole thing to my head and feel it
Wash away 'Cause I can't take anymore
Of this, I want to come apart,
or dig myself a little hole inside
your precious heart
'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
I am nothing more than a little boy inside
That cries out for attention,
though I always try to hide
And I talk to you like children,
but I don't know
I'll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed
But it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things I should have said
*tear*
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A little bit early for an update, you say? No, it's no problem for those of us with NO SCHOOL TODAY. Evil laugh time. Ahahahaha.
The extensive hours of trying to learn the worm has taken its toll, I'm afraid. Yes, ouch. I woke up Saturday morning, and can I just say "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" would be the only word to describe it. It felt like I broke both arms off. Yeeeouch. I don't think I told you that, on Saturday itself. But trust me, it was there.
So how was Marita's party, you wonder. It was nothing. No party. It was like a session to convince yourself to commit suicide. But we didn't do that. Yeah, Kel and I got there an hour late, AN HOUR MIND YOU, and there were all of seven people there, if that. And all chicks. While we're at it, let's tally the ratio of girls to guys. I think it was about 12 to 1. Mmhmm, about nine guys showed up, five of them off the street. Thugs!!! I got to see my first REAL thug!!! I was excited at first, until one started trying to rape Marita. Then I got my first taste of a true gangbanger. Marita said one of them was cute, but all he wanted the whole night was a lap dance. Ha I recall it as just outside her house, on the stair by the door. I went to get inside to retrieve Natalie, when Thug #3 made a move to grab Marita's shirt to pull her to him. I had to find a way inside somehow, and since Marita's GHETTO BOOTY was in the way, I had to worm under her arm that was holding th door open. So I politely said, "Excuuuuuuuuse me." and she hit me. On the back. It was a funny thing. Hmmm. Guess you had to be there. Now everytime she sees me she cracks up in hysterics. Don't ask, I don't know the answer.
Listening to Staind. What a good CD. I can't decide which song is my favorite. It's either Pressure or Epiphany. Isn't Epiphany a scary word? For a song, too. It's creepy. But SUCH a good song. But there's Outside. Yes. Aaron Lewis. I have a message for you. If you are somehow reading this, leave me a comment. We need to be friends. Talk about scary, huh? I'd be like, "OOOOOOOOO kay. Gottaaaa go. Buh bye." and zoom I'd be outta there.
By the way, I know the only person that reads this is my friend Katie. Hello, Katie. Word up to you. Like last night when you asked me to mention you. I did, but LJ wouldn't post my entry. So here it is:
SPONGEBOB ROCKS MY WORLD.
Back to normal, here. Oookay well I think I'm done with this update. See y'all later.
Asta la bye-bye. I think that's a new thing. Love you!!!!
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Saturday, November 3rd, 2001
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We have a slight problem here, kids. Okay, maybe bigger than slight. Now is the time to vent about boys again. I've tallied them up, and I like three at the same time. Yes three. My favorite right now is a year younger than me. I met him at Mossy's on Weds. And the plus to this is that I probably won't ever see him again. Yet he's my favorite of the moment. I really shouldn't talk about this, it upsets me. Because he goes to another school. THREE. I've never liked more than one guy in my personal life at a time. As far as wishful thinking goes, there's about twenty on my mind all the time, lol. At least I know I can't have one. He's got a girlfriend, so that narrows it down. Then the other one that I usually talk about probably doesn't like me, for the following reasons: 1) He likes the younger ones (don't ask, I don't GET IT) 2) We discussed this before, but he's a friend now, in a different way and 3) I'm pretty sure he likes somebody else. For sure. YAAAAAY. That brings me to Boy #3. Which I'll take, don't get me wrong. But going to another school...will be tough. He said he had almost come to St. V. THEN WHY NOT?!? Woulda made my life a whole lot easier. But like I said already, pretty sure I won't be seeing him soon. Maybe I could convince him to transfer? Ha, right. Chances of that are SO slim because his brother goes to school with him. OH MY GAWD this needs to stop.
So last night, I went with a buncha folk to see that new movie, "On The Line". Now, I wasn't expecting a five million star performance, let me get that clear, but WOW. Was this a piece of WORK. It SUCKED. So bad! I pity everybody that stayed in the movie. Kate and I left, like five times throughout. Trust me, we tried to watch it. And just when you're thinking, "Even though I'm completely lost due to the fact that I missed the past thirty minutes, this is actually getting better," something totally unreal pops up. Three times I think I threw something down and went, "THAT'S IT." Yeah, I brought it. Bitch. Anyway the whole thing bit my ass. We sat in the back of the theater on the ground it was so bad. Behind the last row of seats, ya know? I've taken shits that were more fun than suffering through this movie. So we were minding our own business sitting directly outside the room it was playing in on the ground, when the manager dude comes by and Kate asks him if she can use that sweeper thing he had to clean, because "it looked really fun!" This guy was like "No I'll feel bad." About WHAT? Someone's OFFERING to do like five seconds of your job for you, not expecting pay, and you say no? Anywho the guy ended up letting us get our money back, because "he had seen us walking around for a while." Sweet deal, right? I know, all you suckers that stayed in the movie all over the country slash world are thinking, "Dammit." You want your money back too, but you can't get it. I wasn't kidding you about how bad it was. We told him it was the worst movie, impossible to sit through. He was like, "I heard it was bad. Got your ticket stubs?" And led us the box office. Shit YEAH! And like ten minutes beforehand I was telling Kate how I had come with forty dollars and somehow I only had 25 left.
Can we just pause for one quick second? I would like to tell you, that I did the worm twice while the movie was going, and then twice for my friends afterwards. Thanks. Continuing on.
Now, we had gone to Panera before to eat. But all I bought was a soup bowl minus the soup and a small drink. Under three bucks. And at Old Navy I bought one of those key things that go around your neck in fashionable yellow. 2.64. Or something like that. Then I paid for Kate's and my ticket, using one of my ten's and the five that she gave me. She gave me her money, I just combined it with mine. So I mean, it was even. And then I bought Sour Patch Watermelon Thingies. 2.75. I thought I dropped my ten. But it all worked out, cause in the long run I got 7.50 back. Wooo.
Previously that day, Kelly and I had run out with her sister Abby, Abby's boy Mike, and her mom to eat at Rockne's. Yum. Then Ab, Mike, Kel and I went to Quonset Hut, my new favorite store, to buy stuff. It was just Kelly's birthday like a week ago, so she had money to burn. And she did. Two posters, Staind and Linkin Park (the Hybrid Theory logo only), and two CDs. Jimmy Eat World (a new fave band) and Incubus. I bought a CD, Pressure 4-5. I love the song "Beat the World." I really hoped the CD didn't suck, and for the most part it doesn't. But the Incubus CD, whewie. It's not so hot. "Wish You Were Here" is the best song on it. P4-5 is so much better, and they're brand spankin' new. So new the CD was only 8.99. And I had twenty with me. So I asked the dude if they had Flaw, because I like them too. He said yeah, and the CD was 8.99 too. I asked him specifically if I had twenty, could I get both. He just rang up P4-5, no words. And I got like ten dollars and some cents back. CRACKHEAD, I COULD'VE GOTTEN BOTH. And I REALLY want the Flaw CD now, too. I'm getting it, and before they raise the price. Damn him. It's PA (Parental Advisory) too, so I can't go with my dad. But, P4-5 isn't. So I could've gotten THAT with Dad. JEEBUS I hate when that happens. I wanted the LP poster too, but they only had one and I had told Kel if they only had one, it was hers for the taking. I'm not heartbroken over it, I do still want it though. But I got one off Ebay that rocks this planet. It's all Chester, screaming into the mic, live. And two little pics of I think maybe a Mike and another Chester, but I don't know, the pic was too small to tell. It's mine, just as soon as I send the money. Which is damn soon.
Tonight I'm going to Marita's party. I'm excited, she's hysterical. It should make for a fun time. At 8. Til 11. Weeee! I'll write more later, maybe tonight I will change the colors. I think so, since last time I wrote I had to get off fast to clean stuff to go to Kelly's. You all know that, I told you. So here I go. Later kids. Asta la bye-bye.
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Thursday, November 1st, 2001
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I missed it.
By like, TWO FUCKING POINTS. Go to hell, Speech class. I hope you burn. And enjoy it.
Yes, I got my report card. No, I didn't straight A's. Somehow, when I was walking into the school to pick it up, I knew I didn't have them. It would be too easy. Just one perfect report card. Then maybe my dad would take me seriously. I mean seriously seriously. He gave me money for my all A's and one B FUCKING PLUS. He took me to dinner, too. Yeah, but do you know what straight A's would have done? One, set me to the 4.0 GPA mark (I have a 3.9 now), and two? My dad would've bought the whole freaking Abercrombie store. Just because I've never had straight A's, and I probably won't ever. So once would have sent him to the limit. He might've actally died of shock. I didn't even have straight O's in kindergarten. I received an S because unlike everybody else who wasn't a retard, I couldn't tie my shoe. Laugh it up, kids, I know it's coming. Hell, I make fun of myself for that. Come on, it's funny shit. I had Velcro til the middle of first grade. Ahh, I was a special young buck. My classmates couldn't even teach me.
But enough about my report card. I realized that after posting the last entry, I went into the whole *NSYNC or not *NSYNC thing, and left it hanging. About how I don't worship them anymore, and how I don't particularily care for the music too much, though sometimes it brings an uplifting moment. So here it is. Through my days, I found out one thing: Mike Shinoda (from LP) is honestly the cutest person ever. Yeah I'm changing that pic up there to him. You can just see him as a child, beaming like nothing matters. With the cheeks and everything. Awwwww. How CUUUTE! That's my continuation.
I'm also going to change the colors. You'll notice the layout has been improved - but I'm still the same. New look, same great taste! I know I already had the colors black, red, and white, but I think I'm using them again. With gray this time. Scandelous, I know. Whewie almost too much for one night.
So last night, my friend from grade school had a party. Yes, Halloween. And yes, I was decked out in a costume. This is not meant to be an offensive costume, please, if you have rude remarks save them for another day because I'm disclaiming it right now.
I was a gangbanger. From the ghetto. Slash drug dealer. With a hint of pimp. My ghetto getup consisted of baggy ass jeans from Kelly's brotha that hung pretty far off the bum and had one leg hocked up, a huge adidas shirt, orange PLAID drawers, a blue bandanna that was folded so it was just a strip around my nugget, and tennis shoes. That were of course untied and the tongues were sticking up. Oh and Kelly's yellow belt, because my orange one was too small and somehow hers fit better. And the highlight was Monopoly money, peeking out from my bandanna and belt. And a wad in the pocket of my shirt. OOOH. Changing the highlight to my bling bling. We made "platinum" floss out of tin foil (in the shapes of a K and an E) and I think the best was my Taplight. In the style of the moon, hanging from my neck. Talk about floss. I could lie and tell you that I even remembered batteries to light it up with, but mind you I had about 10 minutes to pack all my stuff up. Oh and I left the zipper unzipped. Of my pants. Boy, was it fun. Because Kel and I knew all of seven people there, out of 25-25 easy. But since the crowd didn't know us, we were extremely obnoxious. I swear to you, we made the party. Yes, be proud. Little ol' Emily busted out and was fun. Just kidding, I'm always fun!
Well after the trick-or-treating, we went back to Mossy's place to eat a little somethin' somethin', and previously I had been hanging around some kids name Kyle, Phil (ha great name) and some other kids. The most important thing was that I met Phil's little bro named Brian or however he spells it. And he's cute. And now I like him. Yes. Well I have to go...clean. So I can leave the house, since I have no school tomorrow. Yippee!!!
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Monday, October 29th, 2001
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As I recall, I tried to make an update right around the time I posted that new lovely pic, which I think I am changing again, but of course, LiveJournal was being nothing short of its usual BIYATCHness and refused to let me update. And for those who care, it was one HELL of an update. Damn it's a shame I don't remember anything I wrote. Ah well, I'd be lying if I said it mattered.
So I've come to realize lately that I am trash. I am lowlife. I am ugly. I'm about as important as a used tissue. Yes. Ha, now every time you look at your or someone you love's used tissue, you'll think, "MY GOD. That is my dear LiveJournal friend. No, wait JOANN!!! DON'T THROW THAT OUT!!!!" as you rush to catch it before it hits the bottom of the trash can. And soon, you'll go through trash cans to find lots and lots of little unimportant me's. Enough of this.
*Sigh*. Boys. You love them, you hate them. Unless of course you're a straight male but I'm not so to clear things up from now on: I'm a chick that likes boys and if you're a boy that stumbles upon this, skip the I HEART BOYS I HEART BOYS I HEART BOYS, k? Luv you!
Anyway, moving straight on. I guess I'm in between the loving them, hating them thing. Like right now I still like this guy but as I get to know him, I see that he won't want to go out with me because we becoming better friends. And he'll get scared, not want things to get hurt or something, and not ask me. Or he just won't like me like that which will end up being the case. But still, I have a right to vent, no? But not to say that I wouldn't get scared, and not want to risk the little we have now by fucking it up with a relationship relationship. It makes sense of course because everybody else talks about it. It's been made into like 389373937204840373037 movies. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut that doesn't keep me from liking him. A lot. Asstastic life I lead, huh? Interesting as hell too I bet. Ooooh, it gets better, too: the one I want is reading this going, "Fuck. Another stalker. Welp, time to pack it up again and switch schools." Seriously, this would happen to me. I'm sure it already has. So come to me in school tomorrow and tell me you don't want me, then I'll know you know, and things will be uncomfortably awkward, and we can sleep knowing it's out in the open.
Welllllll, aren't I Little Miss Postive today, you say.
In case you're wondering, I actually had an all right day. Nothing painstakingly bad happened to me today, and nothing that I've hoped and prayed for happened today either. To an extent. I should be happier because I think for the first time in my life EVER I may be getting all A's. For the quarter. This really is one for the books, kids. Don't count on it happening again. Seriously, though, I might be coming online just to tell you about it. Expect it to make front page. On the national news shows. It's coming.
I think this entry might rival some of my other ones. I think it's gonna be long.
As a normal teenage girl, I am entitled to have a real-life "love" and an imaginary perfect "love". You know, all us girls go through this or something or other. Yeah. Asked me three years ago who I "loved", and I would've said Justin Timberlake. I told you, typical, right? Jesus. Well that's been pretty long gone for a little bit now, somewhere in the neighborhood of a year, year and a half. I'm going to explain this to you: I like *NSYNC. I think they're cute and funny and such. But to be honest, I'm tired of it. They've changed the look and the sound, but nothing else. They're songs are so....don't they get tired of singing about the same fucking thing over and over again, with different words? I swear, "I Want You Back" has the same meaning as "Gone", a few minor differences. Yeah, that's what I mean. I'm SO sick of that generic love song. It's becoming an excuse for people to get their 15 minutes of fame in popland. I can't say that I'd seriously be that upset if they crashed and burned and poof! they're gone. But I guess that's not happening soon, Lance is and actor now along with Joseph, Jesus God Justin's writing his own music now with Brit Brit, JC's...doing stuff and Chris has the freaking clothing line. Word to your mothers, biyatchs. Okay, so you're like..."Yeeeeah...and so you stopped liking Justin why? Ohhhhhhhh BRITNEY. HA you're jealous, you heinous bitch!" No. I'm really not jealous. She looks like she has the perfect life right? Guys harassing her about her tits? Hmm, I wish they did that to me! People following me constantly, no... I don't want that....being in the public eye and being criticized for everything...yeah I could do without that for sure. Money I'd love. Clothes and shit, hell yes. But I also would never beg to look that gross. It's not cute, Britney. The whole flaming I-am-a-whore-yet-I'm-not-and-plus-I-wear-gross-unpretty-things-everywhere-I-go-and-think-I-look-good thing just doesn't work for me. Because sometimes she looks cute but most times it disgusts me. Ew. If I were her I'd be like, "They want me to wear that? Huh uh, get yourself a new Barbie, ASSHOLE." But okay. That's my story about that.
So I really like not liking pop music as much. I know what people think of me shouldn't determine what I listen to, and it doesn't, but since *NSYNC's not it for me and Linkin Park is, people don't automatically judge me. They don't go "Ew." as much. Yeah, a lot of people are still like "Linkin Park? Don't they like, scream? And have like, mosh pits at concerts? And goth people? SICK." Yeah, they're still like that. But I find you can bond with a lot more people when you're like, "I prefer heavy metal." I HATE CALLING IT HEAVY METAL, BY THE WAY. Wow, does that not desrcibe 80's glam rock with the squealing electric guitar to you? No, I like hard shit. System of a Down, Adema, Saliva, P.O.D., all of that. Minus Slipknot, they scare me. And Mudvayne. They seriously creep me out. Oh, and I don't like Ozzy. *gasp*. I think he's gross. Marilyn Manson. Kinda scares me too. Soooo umyeah.
Can I just say? Kid Rock needs to die. I could've sworn he like, went out some two years ago. And just when I was like, "Omg. Where's Kid Rock? On VH-1?" 92.3's like, "And here's the new one from Kid Rock's Cocky." (By the way, shoot me now? Better yet, light me on fire. Make that rocket fuel.) 1) the song sucks 2) you're dead, dude. I don't know ANYBODY on this here Earth that still likes you and finally, 3) you're ugly. Not to be really mean. Like I've said before, I'm not nice and I'm especially not nice right now, so expect rude comments.
Uh, my lip's bleeding? Yeah I licked it? And BLOOD. Excuse me.
Yeah, I checked? And all's clear. Talk about strange. I'm not sure what else I really want to talk about because I forget what I was just going to say due to my incident. Guess it's not coming to me kids. I love you. I'll be chatting up with y'all later.
P E A C E !!!!
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Saturday, October 13th, 2001
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Me? I was at the Family Values Tour. I know, I know, I already told you I was going and I was so excited blah blah blah, but now that I've actually BEEN there and back....whew. If I HAD to use one word to sum it up and one word only? It would be: AMAZING. Honest to God, the best thing ever. I'll describe for you and if you don't want to hear, too damn bad. Get up off your ass and leave.
So anyway, this group called Spike 1000 came on first. And let me tell you before anybody else does, they SUCK. Not to be rude, but it's a chick singer, and her voice just...sucked. It was pretty good music though, but it could have been better if it wasn't a chick, or at least...her. She was total trash too. The whole time they were on everybody was kinda just like "eh." We just sat the whole performance, and the mosh did nothing. And we barely applauded. I didn't at all. Didn't feel bad either. She was pissed because supposedly Korn had helped them get their start and they had said Cleveland was more energetic than the nothing we were giving her. Too damn bad. We're energetic when you don't SUCK. Anyway.
So they finally got off after half an hour, and Static X took the stage and they are awesome. Wow they were good. Really really hard music, which is what I love. If you're a person that hates hard rock music and somehow you got lost and decided to come to this concert, boy you would not have had fun at all because this was some hard shit. Even for me. But as I said, I loved it. Nothing bad to say about that band at all. The weird thing is, this guy in front of us five seats over was like obsessed with them and he was doing arm movements and shit it was SO WEIRD!! He was making X's with his arms and putting his arms in the air like he was praising God. Scary. Yeah.
So THEN, they get off after half and hour, which was a fast half an hour compared to Spike 1000. So it's 8:00. And who comes on next? Linkin Park. So Kelly and I stand up, because this is our favorite band and we didn't care. People all around us were standing up. Except in OUR OWN SECTION. Static X Guy just sat there. I was like WTF??? People in the sections on either side we having so much fun and so we tried to go to the railing like five other people but usher kids made us go away. But we still had so much fun. Linkin Park played all their songs, plus one from their EP called "Step Up". We wanted them to play "High Voltage" but oh well. So I know that I was screaming EVERY word to every song, except "Step Up" because I know like two of those words, and Chester was like, "You guys are Linkin Park's choir" and that was special. Thanks Chester!!! So Brad had a broken foot, but he still played and that was awesome too. I love them, they're so good to their fans. Mike was hysterical. They have such dirty mouths which makes it all the more fun because I have a dirty mouth too. He kept making fun of Brad's foot and he and Chester were just having the most fun. It was great. So unfortunately for me, they only played for an hour, I wanted them to play forever!!! If they played for seven days straight I wouldn't eat or sleep. Not that that could ever happen, but I'm serious. Linkin Park = God. Well, you know what I mean.
So at 9:00 Staind came on. Aaron Lewis is adorable. I know he's sad and shit, but if he had a little me in his life that would all change. One of my friends, Eric, is totally obsessed with him and I told him that if I met Aaron I would give him his number. He's like, "My first boy's gonna be name Aaron Lewis" and I told him that if I brought him something back from the concert he would have to name his first little girl after me. So back to Staind. They were so good. During "Outside" everyone held their lighters up. It was so light you could see people's faces. It was really cool and we were singing with him too and after the first verse he was like "That was beautiful." I love him. Staind is such a good band and I knew this and all, but you don't REALLY know until you see them in concert. Yeah I wanted them to play forever too.
In between Staind and STP, we decided to go get something for Eric. Since the cheapest shirt there was 32 bucks we got him a Staind keychain, which was 15. Pretty expensive. My shirt is the best though. I wanted the LP hoodie but it was 55 and I brought 50 with me. So I got this black shirt that says Linkin Park on the front and has all the cities they play on the back. Very nice. I can't wear it until it gets washed though because it smells like five million people were blowing smoke directly on me. But that's okay, it'll get washed today. And I wanted the LP beanie too. But that was 32 and shirts are much better so I got that.
Then STP came on and we just sat for them because we didn't go to see them. I could've cared less if they played or not. I wish LP played last though so I could have that stuck in my mind a little bit better. God they were good. Chester sounded great. Screamed just the right way. During "Crawling" he was right on. In the RRHF concert (which I didn't go to) he sang the whole thing instead of screaming. Not at our concert though. Okay I'll stop. They were just SO GOOD!!!
Yeah so I hope everyone enjoyed my little play-by-play of the concert, and I know you all wished you were there, but you weren't. Or if you were, maybe I saw you. But anyway I gotta go, I'll write more later.
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Sunday, October 7th, 2001
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Yes that's right kidlettes, I'm writing. Wooo weee. I know, I know, you missed me. And you're thinking, "WTF? Her prophecy came TRUE, man. Weeeird." (The one about how I usually ditch these things after two weeks.) Well, despite popular belief, I did no such thing. I would mosey on over to LiveJournal here, and write up a little somethin' somethin', and it would tell me there was an ERROR. Of all things, god slammit. SO. I was pissed, and went on a LiveJournal strike. Okay the last part is a semilie. I didn't go on strike. I didn't forget, I just didn't write. You know, it's not like all I do is sit here and think of things to confess to all you people. No, it's nothing like that at all. I am a senior in high school, I do have other things to do. God. Act like everything I do is for you. I'm not going to say anything.
So anyway, in my time off I've enjoyed life as much as I think I humanly can. What with everything going on, that was hard because everyone's in a depressed-don't-talk-to-me-because-everything-sucks mood. Well, no more! I'm gonna be straight up with you: I don't care anymore. Okay, I care about dying people, and helpless people, and parentless people, but shit guys. I'm sick of talking about it. Sick of hearing about 3833740387 other people with problems, that were affected by this, okay? I care, but just stop. Not to be rude.
So what have I been doing, you ask? Macking on a new boy. I just LOVE new boys. So cute. And this one's a real cutie. No lie. All of you would jump him, had you the chance. No boys though, okay? I'm just...not like that. So no. Chicks though, I know all of you would want him. Yeah. Guys would want to BE him. He's THAT kind of boy. *Sigh*. But there's always gotta be one of those people. That go "I don't know what the big deal about him is, he's not that hot, plus he's my friend." Yeah...okay. So THAT'S what's gonna stop you from wanting him bad. Mmhmm. That person? Is my friend. Which, I guess is a good thing, since she knows him better than I do (but I DO know him, I don't just think he's cuuute as all hell), but if I like him, and you know I like him? Don't say things that seem to scream "HE'S WORTHLESS TO LIKE!" Because THAT will not get you on my good side. Word to the wise, kids. So I have an English assignment. To write a poem about Sept.11 slash the aftermath. Oh yay. So I wrote mine tonight...and here it is. Please, save the gagging for AFTER the poem. Thank you.
Fight for Life
Our reality has changed to something different
From innocence and naivete
To devastation and hatred
We pray for comfort and strength
Think of all the kids with dreams
They won't get the chance to chase
All the orphans with no moms or dads
The lives they could've had
Humans using each other as weapons
But nobody wants to die
We need to come together
To fight for life
To fight for humanity
The courage to defend our freedom
In a world filled with pain
We can be strong
Ignorance blinds us
Makes us act against each other
There's got to be a better wa
Where's the love we pray for
United we stand
We come together
United we fall
War is not the answer
(End gagging.)
No rhythm, no rhyme scheme, yeah. Could it be worse? Ahhhhhh...no. But please, I rarely write poetry, so it's not like I think I'm Poet God or something. Okay, it's 9:31. I need to go. And listen to so DAMN good music.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH that reminds me. Guess who's going to Family Values? On October 11, 2001? As in THIS FUCKING THURSDAY???? Hint: MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Ahem. I may have neglected to inform you that Linkin Park is playing. Oh, and Staind and Static X and Spike 1000 and Stone Temple Pilots. Yeeeeah. It's all Linkin Park and Staind for me. Just uh, had to tell you because in case you didn't hear? I'M GOING TO SEE LINKIN PARK IN CONCERT!!! WOOOO BABAY.
Love Peace and Chicken Grease. Twenty points to the first kid who tells me what movie that's from. Think REAL hard. Ok love ya bye.
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Saturday, August 25th, 2001
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Wowee, kiddos. It has been a WHILE. I almost feel bad. ALMOST.
So, I started school on Thursday. I know, weird day to start, right? Well yeah. I did. And I guess I'm sort of happy, since it's my last year of high school and shit, but mostly I'm heartbroken. Heartbroken that my summer is over and it almost slipped by right under my nose like one of those sales at some store in the mall but since your mom doesn't like the mall she won't take you, and then you go back in like four days to get this KILLER sweater, and it's back to being $65.40 again. Fuckers. I can't tell you how many times this has happened to me. Grr and shit.
Here's the thing: if any of you reading this (if there even ARE any) read my first entry, you'll remember what I said: After about two weeks I begin to neglect my journal slash diary slash play by play of my day thingie. And it's started. Has it even been two weeks? Or more? I don't even know. So don't take it personal. I obviously never have.
Let me see, where did I leave off? Again, I have no friggin' clue, so I'll just start up wherever the hell I want to. Recently, I purchased what could be the BEST thing to buy ever: a Linkin Park poster. Guys, I didn't even know they MADE those. They must be new. That's gotta be the reason I haven't gotten it sooner. Ooh, and I also got this poster that forbids my parents from entering my room. It says: This room rated X no adults allowed, or something along the lines of that. Well you guys get that, right? I hope. So my mom's like (joking, now, guys.) "That is not funny." All I have to say is: that makes it even better. I love it. And that's all that matters to, of course, me.
So like I said, school started. Happy dance, guys!! Screw it. School sucks MY ASS. I can't tell you, I've been there for four years, and I CANNOT WAIT to get out. It's like, I don't know, a prison there. Plus the fact that there are no windows there. Well there are, but they are probably two feet wide and placed sporadically around the building, built circa 1975. So I often compare it to the Juvenile Detention Center. Except, minus the whole steel bars on the windows. We don't have those yet. And on my good days, I feel like my pet hamster, Kobe. One big rectangle with multiple floors, each with something else on it. Only my rectangle has boring colors. At least he has blue and yellow and red and orange in his cage.
I'm hungry. I wish my family could afford food.
Well, GOOD food.
No, just food in general.
I went to our school's football game last night, you know, first of the year and all. I left in the middle of halftime. I won't go into details, but it basically bit my ass, too, so I got up and left. No hard feelings, no regrets. I'm glad I left the damn thing. Shit.
I came home and my parents bitched. Again, not going into detail, but let's say had I not been there? One of them, or both, would not be there when I got back. Honestly now, we are not little five year old kindergartners who feel the need to fight over who gets to use the swing next, or whose daddy is stronger. Because that's how they act, whenever they damn well feel like it, totally disregarding the fact that other people live on this PLANET and can HEAR YOU. Sorry. All done!
I'm getting so hungry I might have to go out into the forest and scrounge around for nuts and berries. Become a bird. Or a squirrel. Or just a homeless teenager who felt comfortable enough in her outside surroundings to up and leave the comfort of her home where everything she owns resides collecting dust. I'll MAKE a home, out of twigs and leaves. Enough of this. I'm upsetting my RC cola.
Guys wanna know a secret? Possibly the biggest secret of my ENTIRE life. I don't think I've ever told ANYONE this: I have leukemia and all of this is a remembrance. I have three weeks to live and this, THIS, is just a way for my family and friends to see the last few thoughts in my brain.
No, not really. I just wanted to say that to see how it felt. Call me insane, crazy, psycho, crackhead that deserves to be in an asylum. It's all been done. Not the last one, though. I made that up.
I have no secrets. I have no life. There we go. Moment of zen.
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Friday, August 17th, 2001
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Guys, I am SO sorry that I haven't been online for two days. I feel just awful that I haven't told you my entire life as it happens.
Anyway...where did I leave off? I don't know. I'll just tell you what I did on Weds. My dad took the fam to his friend Harry's place...in Freeport Ohio. There is maybe all of 200 people there, no joke. And there are Amish, too. I loved it. It was so different. Well Harry lives on like 200 acres of land, so it would only be fitting of him to have All Terrain Vehicles (ATV's, for those in the know). Three of them, to be exact. And little old Emily got to hop on one and have it all out...which was unbelievably fun. I had sooo much fun, I didn't want to leave. There were a few times, I'll admit, I almost ended my life by tipping over on hills and shit, but it was still fun. Whew. I'll have to take ALL of you down there at some point or another. Those little bad boys were SWEET, dude. Sweet ASS sweet. That's the thick of my Wednesday.
As for Thursday, there's really nothing to it. I went over to Kelly's and hung around for a bit, it was a rainy day. Then she had to go get her physical for soccer, that was not fun. It was long. WAY longer then it should have been. Shoulda been five, ten minutes. TOPS. It took like an hour!!! So Kelly was late for soccer, I got to come home, and that was fun.
Then today, I went to go get books with Kate (who needed one book) and Kelly (who needed $5000 worth of books...just kidding she need $109) and me (I just needed Religion, French, and Religion. Yes that right, two. Crackheads.) Then I got to go pick up my pottey from All Fired Up! where you get to paint your own pottery...I made bowls for Phoebe, and I won't go into detail about it. We came home and were bored, so we went to Rockne's for some chow. We lied and told them it was my birthday to get a free sundae (which was huge and we were too full to eat it but tried to anyway) and ended up having to PAY for it!?!? I thought birthday sundaes were like, you know...FREE. Somehow I just think that's right. But it wasn't. Big shit. We paid and left. Kate threw fries on the driveway parking lot thing to see them get run over, and it was funny, just cause she was laughing SO hard. One of them like, exploded...it was pretty funny, actually. Then we rented Bring It On. I know, you must be thinking, "Wow...Emily watches movies like that? Hmmm, somehow I thought of her as a porno type..." just kidding, HAHA. But that's one of my fave movies. Yeeeup. So that's pretty much all of the last three days of my life. Hope you found it just as entertaining as I obviously did. I gotta go, but I'll write later, I pwomise. Later kids!
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Monday, August 13th, 2001
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Hey hey hey again...it is of course, moi. I was thinking...and the one girl was pretty smart. She was wearing a bikini top. Did you see all the guys go...? I think she was the one picked, just because she wore a bikini top...we're pigs.
Today was quite the interesting day, if you ask me. I did some fun stuff, guys. I was at Kate's house, which was probably the most normal thing, and we decide to get moving and go see the Princess Diaries (** 1/2 for me) and that was fun. I was getting my ticket, here's how I asked for it: "Hello, may I please have one ticket for The Princess Diaries....thank you very much you have a nice day now..." and in getting my Skittles and Mr. Pibb: "Hi may I have Skittles and a medium Mr. Pibb please...thanks Bill" because that was his name. But it was better in Old Navy, killing time there...I tried on a denim "trench" which made me feel like j.lo so I completed the look with sunglasses. But the denim was as stiff as cardboard, ugh it was so uncomfortable!! So I tried on this leafy-patterned green nasty thing and walked around like it was the coolest thing...which it "was" to me. That's the basis of the afternoon...
After the movie, Kate and I went to observe a kickboxing class at this Tae Kwon Do center (where her uncle and ADORABLE cousin go...aww) and that was fun (we got on Master Jeon's good side, I think, because we were dancing to the club music (think Night at the Roxbury music), which he thought was amusing). And as it turns out, this raunchy ass man with a witchy nose was like staring at me the whole time...it was wrong, man, WRONG!!! After the class was over, we were outside and saw an ABANDONED shopping cart, so we pushed it...and it was almost in the moddle of the driveway where delivery trucks go, it almost got hit!!! That would SO have made my day, but oh well...a little disappointing, but I'll be alright, guys...thanks for being concerned...whewie :D gotta go guys, life calls me to do.......shit.
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Sunday, August 12th, 2001
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When I was just a young buck, going to elementary and junior high at my old school (we'll call it St. H.) there was and still is this control-freak power-hungry pastor. Yes, a man of the cloth. Is a control-freak. A quote from Fr. Yahner, "I weep when I see children wearing Chief Wahoo memorabilia." Chief Wahoo, for those not in the know, is the ever-controversy raising mascot of the Cleveland Indians. Yeah. So he weeps, openly then. Woohoo. I was at mass this morning, and after a hair-raising homily *yawn*, he asked the question, "What is nurturing your faith?". After much thought, I have finally come up with the answer...Peaches. If you think about it, the only REAL answer could only be peaches. Because, they are so sweet. So tender. And so juicy.
Yeah? So that's my thought.
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Ok I realized what I wanted to tell you. I had a breakthrough on my part today. I realized, that no matter what I do or say in public, I don;t care. The chances of me seeing these people again are....(drumroll please)....slim to friggin' none. SO, the way I figure it, why should I hold back and act regular? So I say, screw it. Now, I act however the HELL I feel like acting in public. If I feel like being a bitch, then so be it. Just don't be in my way on that day. It's weird, but just last year, I would have practically BEGGED people not to look at me. Now, it's almost as if I beg people to look at me. I actually look forward to the strange looks I get from people. It's so...refreshing. I relish the fact that I am now one of those people who will go out in public without a care. If I really wanted to, I'd mess my hair up on purpose. And walk around in (gasp) plain view. It's all in the look though, guys. All in the look. I bet people who don't know who I REALLY am probably think I'm some drug addict who dresses with impeccable taste. I'm not saying I'll stage a faint to get attention, or slit my wrists of something. I'll just act weird. Like dancing in the middle of the line for a movie ticket to the gay music they play. Well that was my "deep" insight for the day. Go out there and act crazy. Because who cares? I certainly do not. Live it up, kids!
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How many of you out there are tall? I mean, taallll. Raise your hand. Better yet, make that girls out there who are tall. (Raises hand.) Ooh, ooh ME!! Right here!!
If you are a girl and you're tall, you are my friend. You have been blessed with height and that's nice. But isn't it tiring sometimes? Don't you get sick of pants that are too short or shirts that just don't fit right because you're an ape? Well, that's what I and selected friends refer to me as. Which I don't mind, seeing as it's true more than half the time. I just hate having to look down to see everything. And to talk to my friends. It's like I'm talkin' to a friggin' wall here, kids, and something needs to be done about that. So either everyone else gets tall, or I cut off part of my legs to become shorter. I prefer option one. It's not that I don't like being tall, because it's intimidating and that in itself is rewarding enough. It's great when guys don't talk in full sentences because you have them by about five inches. I CAN TAKE YOU ALL, DAMMIT. Just kidding, not trying to pick any fights. But I know a whole lotta guys out there that would give their left arm to switch heights with me. That's right, their left arm. Well, maybe not, but it's fun to say. I thought since I've hit 5 feet 9 inches, it's safe to say that I can stop. Growing. Like now. Okay, I'm done talking about my ungodly height for now. Just had to get that out there in the open. But let's move on to a better, more stimulating topic, shall we?
RAT RACE. Poll time, kids!! Did you think it was a good movie? Have you even seen it? Do you know how it ends? I went to go see the sneak preview of it last night, and it was pretty bad all in all. I mean, it had it's moments like when the guy screams like a little girl, but still...come on. And there was like, ten more minutes of the movie left, and it just...dies. No joke. We all stick around to see if they're gonna fix it, but it was 9:20 (the time it was supposed to end) and we just didn't feel like kickin' it with the other kids in the theatre. So we split. And now I have NO CLUE how in the hell it ends. It's one of those things you just NEED to know, know what I mean? So please, somebody tell me what happens after they all decide to...wait I can't say that...I'll ruin it for people who plan on seeing it. Okay, just...pick up whenever you think there's less than ten minutes left, those of you who have seen it. I will love you eternally and your kindness will never pass into oblivion if you do this for me. :D. Sooooo. I almost had something to say there, for a minute. It passed though. Let me see if I can dig something else up. Nope, not coming to me. I SWEAR to god I had something else to tell you all, but since I forgot it, I'll just have to tell you later when I remember it. I'm gonna go now. Buhhhhhh bye.
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