The Random Insanity of Boredom and Muaggyness

My dear dear dear old friends *cough readers cough*

 

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Yup.

       bee tee double you : I have gotten a livejournal (OMG I know I'm a terrible traitor!) But you should add me so then you can read all my sad pitiful entries about how my life sucks, lol. My name thingy is Emilyjojojo (Jo is my middle name if you haven't caught that yet) umm so add me yaaaaa. me.

Emily's trip to Wally World

 

Naturally Emily went to Wal-mart today. She does that a lot. She decided that she will treat herself to cute nightclothes! Hurray for pajamas and stuff. So she's wandering around the store lalalala (at this point her mom is buying socks, and also seems fascinated by Home department...) Then Emily decideeds that she wants SLIPPERS! (who doesn't want slippers in the middle of july?) Apparently a lot of people becuase the only slippers she could find were the cute ones with little piggys on them (which her mom insisted that she put them down and WALK AWAY) and the old gramma ones with velcro....she needed ASSISTANCE.

 

Emily runs into innocent Walmart worker

 

emily:"Necesito SLIPPERS!"

 

workerperson:"Oh they're right over there."

 

emily:"but there's only like 2 different kinds, this is walmart, I want choices!" (Emily didn't actually say that but she felt it!)

 

workerperson: "It's the middle of july what do you expect?"

 

Emily was astonished. Never had she been let down by the quantity and variety of Walmart's products. Oh the shock! To find the one convenient reliable dependable thing in her life be torn down by a simple need of slippers. sigh.

 

This is my blog.

That I am writing before Bobby crashes.

Which he will soon.

Goodbye.

Current mood: How ever you say meh, depressed, melancholy, tired, bored, hopeless, sad, frustrated, and overwhelmed by the desire to kick Oswald out of her shell so she can live there. (Oswald is Emily's female pet Russian Tortuise. She's a sweet heart.) RAWR!.....Can't think of anything else to say......yeah....

 

Safeway.

A house of amazingness.

The other day Emily and her bestie Sally* went in to Safeway on a hunt for food. Yummy food.

Then Sally had to go to the bathroom.

While she was gone Emily decided to pick up some essentials:

 

-A 10 pound bag of pinto beans

-A candle with the virgin mary on it...

-A box of Puffins cereal

-Cheese Risotto (It's ok Emily didn't know what it was either, but it looked cool)

-A toy doll that had an EXTREMELY large mouth

 

Of course when Sally came back from the bathroom and demanded Emily put everything back.

And then they bought chicken.

Yay chicken.

So then they went to the checkout.

The guy rang them up and asked for Emily's phone number so he coud give her the traditional Safeway Club Card discount of course.

Or at least that's what Emily thought.

The guy then proceeded to ask how old she is.

(Emily still considered this man an honest employee, and interpeted his question to refer about getting her own Safeway club card.

Then the guy was all like "Oh you're too young."

And Emily was like ok.

And the guy was like "But I have your number now soooo...."

Emily, immedietly awakened to the cashier's creepy-stalker-perverted-rudeness, demanded her reciept and promptly walked out of the story and went about her life.

 

The End.

:D

 

*Sally's name changed so creepy internet stalkers don't find her.

 

After much too loooooonnnnnnng a silence Emily feels like writing about an interesting experience that occured in her life like.......2 minutes ago. So Emily's BIG SISTER nicely bought Emily a really nice (and cute) pair of jeans for no apparent reason. Emily got excited. REALLY excited.....But then she tried them on.

 

She shouldn't have tried them on.

 

She really shouldn't have tried them on.

 

Instead, she should have driven back to the store returned the pants and with the money bought a nice EXTRA LARGE t-shirt to fit her (now oh-so-apparent) EXTRA LARGE body.

 

Sigh.

 

Now Emily as any teenage girl has her up's and down's with body image and you've probably heard her rants about the media and our culture, but for some reason the fact that the pants don't fit didn't make her feel insecure insidebut rather more secure. For some reason or another Emily felt like rebelling against the pants (They weren't THAT nice & cute anyway...). She feels like eating perfectly respectable side of mashed potatoes thankyou very much. She feels like believing God when he wrote that she is "fearfully and wonderfully made". She feels like concentrating more on the fact that she got all A's last trimester (Ok mostly all A's, that's another story...) and that her friends genuinely care about her and that her hair looks like fire and that she can do anything she wants to. And it doesn't matter if that means consuming a hot fudge sundae, or painting the sunset, or dancing under the stars, or hugging random passerbyerpeople. She'sEmily. And that's...well...that. So there! Take that you size 6 pants! RAWR!

 

...tehehe...

{this is the letter of support sent out to all of Emily's relatives and such...you can support her too:D:D:D}

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Dear Blog Reader,

In the past year I have really felt the Lord drawing my heart to pursue foreign missionary work. I am incredibly inspired with the stories of how God has used the lives of missionaries such as Jim Elliott, to further glorify His name.

Since January I have been uniquely blessed to participate in the Lebanon Foursquare Missions Team. We are planning a missions trip to the Dominican Republic in August later this year. We have felt as a group to mainly minister to the people by helping and encouraging the missionaries working for T.E.A.R.S. Ministries, a mission organization stationed in the Dominican Republic.

In order to serve with the Team, I need to come up with roughly $1,600 ($900 for airfare, $570 for the stay in the D.R., and other small costs) I am fully trusting in the Lord to provide the safety as well as the finances to serve him this way, if that be his will.

In writing you this letter I pray that God would speak to your heart. Please support me in any way you can, whether financially or in prayer. I really feel that God has called me to do this and I trust that if this really is His will, then he will provide. Thank you for reading this and I pray God will direct you in his peace.

Love Always,
Emily Skipper

Isaiah 61:1,2

The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives

It has been WAY too long since Emily has written a happy entry! Serisouly, lately all the entries have been about her emotional struggles thorugh life, and her experiemental poetry. BUT NO LONGER! This entry is a happy one. Woot.

 

So today Emily and a bunch of friends came over and watched MOVIES! Woooot, and on their list of "the greatest movies ever made" was Signs. Now for any of you who haven't seen it, it's about ALIENS ATTACKING EARTH! Very original plot...but yeah, in the movie the kids who are scared of the aliens make themselves tin foil hats to make sure the aliens don't brainwash them and read their minds. Emily and her friends paused the movie there to go get some tin foil from their kitchen and make their own hats....Emily's still wearing hers....She's not gunna let any stupid ol' alien get into her mind, no sur-ee!

 

There would be a picture, of all of them, looking around for the aliens, except for Eric in the very back, who forgot to look scared and smiled instead....but for some reason Bobby is freaking out and he won't let her. :( SAD! Oh well, the difficulties technology posses....*shakes head*

 

 

 

Emily: The failure.

Emily: The performer...

 

Upon the current circumstances                                                                               Upon the past and future

lies sadness unknown before                                                                                   lies a heart wanting to be loved

Through ack of focus, or rather too much                                                                 Through scars and bruises, made from the isolated

If anyone knew, would anyone care about more than smiles?                                     If anyone knew the pain, the fear would consume her

 

*This blog entry isn't finihed but Emily's sister needs to use the computer....sigh...*

 

There's a mystery about intimacy. Something indescribable about how beautiful it is. Deeper than physical, more than emotional. Consuming,  this love is intoxcating. The words and the stars, no music or creation could ever express the glory, and the passion.

 

 

Amazing in His simplicity, but with incredible, complex thought. How often the point is overlooked. Forgotten. Pushed back into the norm of conversation. In it's place comes endless theology, where answers have to line up. How often the point is overlooked. Forgotten. Pushed to the back of a wall, expressed by just a simple understatement of the year. Deluded, watered down, taken way too lightly, and half-heartedly. Taken without genuine acceptance. The reality seems so much different from this version. In reality this love is mindboggling, irreplaceable, and full of unimaginable grace. Our version has dimmed. Gone gray with time and busyness. And completely misunderstood. That if we knew the real truth, it would be life changing. What if we could live again?

 

 

 

To some extent there's a limit to flattery. {flattery-Webster definition: The use of extensive or false praise} Hmm...interesting thought. Interesting thing to think about the next time your heart starts pounding and the rest of the world fades to a hush...for what? Affirmation? Again? Flattery? Again? Disappointment. Again.

 

[Perspective]

"Can you hear the prayer of the children, on bended knee in the shawdow of an unknown room? Empty eyes, with no more tears to cry."

[back to Emily's life]

Can you see the doors closing and the temporary satisfacton of not having your life in order? Not having Christ the center? The stress becomes more stressful, the worry increases and of course the drama is much more dramatic.

 

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[Dramatic Emily]

Waiting for the myspace comments and the phone calls...

 

(Counter-reality Emily)

SHUT UP! Do your spanish homework!

 

[Dramatic Emily]

Aching hearts, discouraged wounds and dawning of gloom beckones the old patterns to return

 

(Counter-reality Emily)

Whatever happens happens, trust in the Lord!

 

[Dramatic Emily

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!?!? --situation: random guy likes Emily. guy thinks Emily is beautiful. Emily hardly knows guy. guy stalks Emily. Emily gets creeped out. Emily is now faced with finding the awful balance of being nice and setting boundries. --WHY LORD WHY?!?!?!?

 

(Counter-reality Emily)

Well you are the one who draws attention to yourself. It's what you get for being yourself.

 

{insecure Emily}

I'm sorry for being myself, and for apologizing....

 

{Dramatic Emily]

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

 

(Counter-reality Emily)

You have to admit it's flattering. Why do you have to fall for flattery so easily?

 

[Daramtic Emily]

You tell me.

 

{insecure Emily}

Becuase you're a stupid little emo girl who hides behind a facade of smiles to get people to like her only to hold anger and bitterness toward them for not liking the real her!

 

[Dramatic Emily]

I'M NOT EMO!

 

(Counter-reality Emily)

Says who?

 

[Dramatic Emily]

Why can't I just trust GOD?

 

{insecure Emily}

Becuase he doesn't love you enough.

 

(Counter-reality Emily)

Hey, that's going to far!

 

{insecure Emily}

Says who?

 

[Dramatic Emily]

Says the only thing worth putting faith in!

 

{insecure Emily}

Oh yeah? Tell that to yourself the next time there's a break in your confidence, the next time you stay all night feeling guilty for staying up all night, for feeling guilty for being...............................being late to youth group.........................

{thought}

 

With no one left to please

No one to laugh or smile or glance

With no more words and no more approval

No looks or applause or affirmation

When the phone call has ended and the page has been written

When the bell has rung and the door is shut

When no one's looking and no ones listening

When there's no right and wrong anymore

And feeling tears the innocent

With the eyes closed and the lights off

Who are you?

If time didn't exist and failure wasn't acknoledged

If letting your guard down meant being true to yourself

When attatchment led to addiction and infatuation soon became the only thing you knew as real

No more views no more care

Emptiness? Lonliness? The raw elements of existance crushed into twitches of feeling?

When you just can't care anymore, and your life can't manage itself,

Who will you be?

Will you still say the right thing? Will you still apologize for breathing?

Did you really ever believe that someone, anyone could know every part of you and still lovyou for you?

[In knowing] that your greatest fear is to offer yourself to someone completely wholey as all of who you are, and for them to find you not good enough. Completely unloveable. Ugly.

Neglected. False reassurance flooding in from past. False. When that person cannot find you worthy, what is life worth?

With out faith in the present there is no hope in the future. Without that confidence and assurance, how can there be fatih?

When the author can't figure out the life she's painting

And the creation of worn out emotion and too much homeowork

With over ten thousand thoughts

And not one of higher priority then the other

Priority. How can one determine it? By passion? Desire? Reward? Responsibility? Hope? Strife?

The countless hours and the pages not found.

How can a girl know she's beautiful, when the only one who ever told her was known for lying?

Thus love can only be found.

 

"For I am convinced that neither death nor life nor angels no demons nor the present nor the future nor anything else in all creation will be able to seperate us from our Lord who is in Christ Jesus." --Revised version of verse written by wise guy a long time ago.

 

Like she said, the painting doesn't match the author, but can the colors truely show?

 

Emily is becoming a hippie. She's officially going through a girly/hippie/sunshine phase of life...

 

 

1. Emily planted a garden of daisies. She read them children's stories to help them grow. She loves them very much.

2. Emily has been wearing skirts and dresses for the last week in a row. She officially loves dressing up and curingher hair and ribbons and well yeah...it's weird, becuase Emily was a tomboy when she was younger and now she just wants to twirl around...

3. Emily's desire to be a wife and mother has increased significantly for some reason, all of a sudden she loves kids and wants a family...too much 7th heaven maybe...

4. Emily hasn't been combing her hair. Like at all. She's leaving it naturally curly and long and it's now turning a goldenish-reddish-brown color. Maybe it has something to do with the sun.

5. Emily can't stop picking flowers! She just can't! Anytime she sees a flower she's consumed with the overwhelming desire to go steal it and give it to someone.

6. Emily's eating healthier, no more cheeze-its, it's all strawberries and yogurt now.

7. Emily has been stargazing and watching the sunrise a lot more then she usually does (which normally is a lot)

8. Emily keeps watching nature shows on the discovery channel and wanting to save the whales...and the ozone layer...

 

 

Emily thinks all this recent joy she's finding in girly things has to do with the fact that SUMMER IS COMING! Wooo, yay sunshine! The Vitamin D (or A or whatever vitamin it is) is getting to her head....

Emily did a good deed this last saturday. It brought her much joy inside. See, Emily loves daffoldils, they're totally one of her favorite flowers and right around this time of year is when daffodils start popping up everywhere! So Emily and some of her friends drove up to this big hill and picked hundreds of wild daffodils. Yup, hundreds. Then Emily had a brilliant idea. So they drove to their local Wal-Mart and started handing them out to people. Pretty soon an employee caught on and informed them that they absolutely MUST check in with customer service to make sure it's ok...why it wouldn't be ok to hand out daffodils Emily couldn't figure out....but luckily the manager poeple's let Emily and her friends continue on with their daffodiling adventures. And what adventures they were. Somewhere between the "I don't have any money" and the "Wow, thankyou" and the "uhhh...I have allergies" and the "I really needed this" an inexplainable joy covered the entrance of Walmart. To see the total bafflement on poeple's faces and the smiles it brought the old people, was incredibly refreshing. The joy of giving far exceeds the joy of gaining. That's Emily's new motto. She really hopes she can encourage more people through as many ways as she can today and tomorrow and like the rest of her life.

Guess what today is!!!!!!!!(it's the 8th of March if you didn't know) OPENING NIIIIIIIGHT! *gasps, runs to corner to hide from audience* Emily is totally and completely ready to fail miserably to the best of her ability. Yeah, Emily's cast and crew needs more rehearsal....lots more rehearsal....BUT that's not the way life works. Why does life always tend to do that? Emily finds it insanely ironic that she's so stressed out about a musical thats moral is to not stress about anything and just dance....yes irony indeed.

Haha funny random topic, so Emily and her friend Billy* were walking down the hall to fifth period today, and Billy (who usually is a pretty smart dependable go-with-the-flow type guy) encouraged Emily to be random and push her way through the corwded hall just to see what would happen, if anything. So Emily (who usually thinks Billy's advice is logical) laughed and started pushing and shoving her way down the crowded hall. Now, maybe you're high school is friendlier than Emily's but not to long after Emily started her random shoving adventure, she ran pretty straight forward into this little emo girl, who kept walking and flung her head over to Emily and glare at Emily with the most horribly evil glare you can give a person! Emily, tried to apologize (that didn't work) and slowed her pace down to and walk normally the rest of the way down the hall....She's going to close her windows tonight...and shut her blinds...and really hope that the little emo girl doesn't hold very long grudges........grudges they're the most interesting things....Emily holds a lot of them towards different people, it's a bad habit...that kinda has to do with the topic that Emily wrote about (or tried to write about) last entry, it was about how the Lord has really been convicting Emily of a strong basically unconscious bitterness she holds towards her sister for...well...stuff, and how Emily really needs to surrender her feelings to God, becuase he knows how to figure them out better than she does........let's just say we all have our issues....

 

*Name changed for privacy reasons....and stuff....

Have you noticed that Emily has become a lot more emotional and less well humorous in the past couple months of blog entries? She apologizes for the tears instead of laughs she has produced with her writing. Unfortunately the feelings of her pressing state need to be said on her blog more than useless humor about her life.

 

So Emily just wrote this REALLY long blog entry pouring out her feelings of well...bitterness, insecurity and hate mostly....and Bobby deleted it. Oh well. Guess you blog readers didn't need to hear it. Well, goodnight, Emily hopes your God blesses you tonight with his peace that really does transcend all understanding.

Emily stole this off of a random myspace blog when she was surfing. Usually Emily likes to come up with her own lists and not take other peoples' but this list is her thoughts exactly when it comes to the topic of dating and such. It may not be exactly what teens are used to hearing when it comes to "Love", but Emily completely agrees with it.

1) Dating leads to intimacy, but not necessarily to commitment.

2) Dating tends to skip the 'friendship' stage of a relationship.

3) Dating often mistakes a physical relationship for love.

4) Dating often isolates a couple from other vital relationships.

5) Dating distracts young adults from their primary responsibility of preparing for the future.

6) Dating can cause discontentment with God's gift of singleness.

7) Dating creates an artificial environment for evaluating someone's character.

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Please comment Emily with your thoughts on this. Or well thoughts on anything else too.

It's that time of year again. LENT. Insane Emily knows. And although she's not catholic she likes to particiapte in the tradition just to challenge herself and see if she could do it. Last year she did and man it was TOUGH! But through Christ we can do anything! And now all the countless hours she spends talking to people online she will now be talking with Jesus and doing better things. Like volunteer work. Or something. But yeah. This does not mean that she won't blog until easter, but it does mean that she will cut her internet time by like for than 80%. Yay stretching oneself into new things and stuff. Fortunately her infinetly wonderful friends have also agreed to give up stuff for Lent so it won't be as hard. WAHA! Yay spiritual challenges and growth and all that jazz!

Emily needs some alone time. You know the old take-a-bubble-bath-and-watch-ice-skating-time. The problem is she forgot how to be alone. She's been so incredibly on the go with her life that when she slows it down to focus on one thing at a time, she becomes nervousy and mindlessly searches for the next thing to do. It's kind of sad. She kind of someitmes wishes things were different and she was still 7 years old running around barefoot in the grass. Or burying treasure in her front yard. Or playing with her pet bunny Scout. Scout was her favorite. He was white and brown and speckled all over like a chocolate bar. He'd always find some way to scramble out of Emily's arms and hop curiosuly around the yard looking for adventure. He died on a rainy night when Emily's was about 11. She still remembers the thoughts racing around her mind as she petted her dead rabbit telling it to wake up. And she still, just barely, remembers the tears she cried that night. Sometimes she still cries those tears. Not for Scout of course, but for other things, things that suprise her, take her by shock and force her to believe reality. Ok, Emily needs to cheer herself up. She apologizes for her extremely emo tales of her dead rabbit and how she hates life. She really doesn't hate life. She just needs to find balance. And time to slow down. But it'll be ok. Becuase God is all powerful, and good. He is in control no matter what Emily thinks or feels or does. And he knows exactly what he's doing in her life right now and exactly what she needs to be taught through it. There is so much peace in realizing your life is not your own. It would seem as if giving your life to the Lord would put you under a demanding miserable ownership. But instead the oppoiste occurs and your left with the ultimate truth that God can run your life better than you can. And you don't have to worry about it. There's a startling wonderful peace in that...and it's the only peace Emily knows that can never fade away with time or circumstance.

Today is thursday. It's just the day for a list...of things that happened in Emily's life of course!

1. Emily's friend Will gave her a yellow rose. It made her so incredibly happy to carry around such beauty throughout the day.

2. Emily has physics 3rd period. They're learning about sound waves and stuff. Today they took a field trip to the music room and learned about musical instruments and how they made sound. Afterwards Emily had a little too much fun with her band friends learning how to play their insturments. All together she got to play a G (that's her favorite note) on the trumpet, saxaphone and clarinet!

3. Musical theater....*shoots self in head*

4. At robotics Emily was helping spray paint a piece of wood black and well, the fumes got to her a little bit...she couldn't stop laughing for like 10 minuets straight..it was really intense. But then she went outside and got some fresh air and felt better. She has declared it the most unpredictably intense thing that's happened since...umm...she cut open her finger with a green bean can.

5. Emily's been struck with a greater understanding of her wonderful amazing friends are.

6. The other night at 'botics (oh Emily just used an abbreviated term for something remotely geeky! woah!) Buzzy, their main mentor guy was like "Emily I need to talk to you after the meeting." and she was like great, what did I do now? But of course she didn't say that out loud, and then after the meeting he's all like "So Emily, I heard that you were into singing and opera and stuff, so I was wondering if maybe you're interested in singing the national anthem at the next robotics regional." *Passes out* It was amazing.

7. Yesterday Emily had an incredible moment of artistic inspiration/ philosophic pondering: She was playing dodgeball (and getting hit in the face, why does emily ALWAYS get hit in the face?!?!) and the thought occured to her that dodgeball is like theater...in a way. Think about it:
You shouldn't turn your back to the audience (other team), and in a way the balls being thrown are like lines being thrown, some are acted extremely well and others are well not. The P.e. strangely resembles a director when he's yelling at people to throw harder. The time limit is like the time when the audience starts getting bored so unless the game/play is REALLY intense, it's dead. Kind of like that one time Emily started comparing dodgeball to thater and realized by the time eveyone was done reading the paragraph they were all bored...

8. Singles Awareness Day (SAD) was yesterday. Oh great joy. And Emily ate too much Valentines candy, she feels sick now.

9. Emily can't think of a 9nth thing. Guess this means the list is finished. Tada.

Emily used to play basketball. She played for like...3 years...she was never particularly bad at it, but she wasn't really good either...then 7th grade happened. And at the time Emily went to Conformtoyourfriends Academy and since all of her friends played basketball she wanted to play too. Just to fit in....that's where Emily made a mistake....she hated every minute of the practices. And the games. The only good part was being able to spend time with her friends. And under extremely unfortunate events Emily just happened to have Cruella Deville as a coach. Needless to say Emily was Cruella Devil's "problem" kid. She would tell Emily to do things, naturally Emily would forget 2 seconds later and then Cruella would yell and Emily would get angry, and so on and so forth until she made Emily run extra laps...and stuff...Emily hasn't enjoyed competitve basketball since. And probabl never will.

Anyway, apologies for the random tragic tales of Emily's childhood. The paragraph above was a result of watching part of a basketball game today before singing the starspangled banner...it brought up a lot of almost forgotten bad memories. BUT ANYWAY Emily can't really think of anything else interesting about her day she feels like writing down....the guy at the mall polished her ring for her...but that's just becuase he was working on commision. Sigh. Our society today....

[Insert usual apologies and excuses about being busy here.]

Between Emily's constant musical rehearsal's (her school is doing FOOTLOOSE! Woot!),

devoted hours of wratcheting away at scrap metal (Emily + power tools = blood/loud noise/amazing)
countless pounds of weight added to the bench press (Yup, P.E. again...)
handfuls of cheeze-it's (Default stress food)
compulsions to tell everyone in the world that she was a state finalist (Acting competeion. Emily took 2 monolouges, the first one was about this girl who's car wouldn't start,  and the 2nd was the one about the girl who felt lonely and invisible. Apparetnly Emily convinced all the judges she really did feel isolated and forgotten, and they gave her points because of it. Yeah, Emily: the state finalist...)
and of course the ever growing stress of Valentines day,
Emily is suffering from severe compulsions to dye her hair blue. Not kidding. She thinks it would be fun and ease her need for rebellion. :D. Unfortunetly her mother is not too keen on the idea. Which makes Emily want to do it all the more. Here's how the conversation went:

Emily: Mom is there any rule in our house against dying our hair unnatural colors?

Mom: *silence.* ...Why?

Emily: Well, I was thinking of putting blue streaks in my hair...

Mom: no.

Emily: But it's my hair! It's my money! Why do you have a problem with it?!?!

Mom: You're drawing attention to yourself, can't you stand out in a normal way?!!!!

Emily: Ahh!

Mom: AHHH!

Emily: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Mom: We'll discuss this more later, no more talk about it until then.

Emily: *tears*

It was pretty intense, Emily wasn't really planning it to go that way, but oh well. Next subject:
El Dia de Valentines
There's alot of cinicism (noun form of cynical?) about Valentines Day. Emily is mixed on her views. On one hand she's trying to forget the bad experiences of last Valentines Day with the present fact that she's totally not ready for a relationship right now, but on the other hand Wal-Mart is filled with cute little teddy bears and heart shaped cookies. *Sighs off into distance* And then of course the inevitable Valentines Dance which Emily has been avoidng with all her might. She is officially the worst hater of awkward moments....and anything relating to dancing/valentines=awkward. THANKFULLY her father just happens to be having a birthday party the exact same night and Emily is obligated (by obligation of family love) to go to Izzy's with him, freeing her of any awkward moments february 14 brings. Whew.

Did you know that there is no sound in space? Oh the joy of actually paying attention in science class. Emily likes science class *thinks about really cute boy she sits next t in science class* No, Bad Emily! She likes science class becuase who wouldn't enjoy learning about the secrets of the universe....Emily needs to go. Her Mom wants to look up a zuuchini bread recipee. Or something like that.

Another blog entry devoted to Emily's faithful friend Will (He's probably the only one reading this anyways...):
---Due to recent blog comment opinions about blog commenter:
Emily thinks Will is mucho cute! And he reminds her mucho of her dad (who ironically had an afro in high school...{that's so weird}) and Emily's dad is really awesome he likes basketball and singing as loud as he can. Anyway...Emily thinks Will shouldn't be so hard on himself, she thinks he's one of the kindest most amazing people she's ever met, and well, yeah...if Will were anybody else then he wouldn't be Will. And that would be sad. The world needs more people like you, Will.

--Emily thinks Josh is amazing too, [:D] and if Will were pink and furry Emily would be scared and run away...