tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61464252011-04-21T20:31:24.473-04:00ViveteEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.comBlogger2361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1144284778127815642006-04-05T20:52:00.000-04:002006-04-05T20:52:58.130-04:00I'm back. Feels good.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1124932707573981152005-08-24T21:16:00.000-04:002005-08-24T21:18:27.576-04:00I start school tomorrow. I'm ready for winter. Right now I'm freezing and am wearing a sweatshirt, slippers, and long pajama pants. It feels good. I don't like summer very much. I'm not really too upset about school starting. I don't really care very much who's in my classes anymore. I don't know, it's my last year. What am I suppose to think?Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1123557017103116722005-08-08T23:04:00.000-04:002005-08-08T23:10:17.110-04:00So after spending most of the week in bed recovering from my wisdom teeth extraction, I am ready for my big outting. Oh, except it's to the VET. Not that that's a bad thing, it's best to start slow. I seriously have felt like crap though, which I don't think anyone seems to believe. Jerks. Anyway, I haven't seen my friends in a long time. I have been watching Laguna Beach, and I think it's Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1123209126912218242005-08-04T22:30:00.000-04:002005-08-04T22:32:06.916-04:00I don't feel too hott. I got my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday. My cheeks are swollen. My computer is fucked up; keeps freezing on me. All in all, I feel pretty dazed. I tried to talk to my brother today, but I think he cared more about being with his friends than caring about how I'm doing. I feel like I'm literally about to faint.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1122320211779636302005-07-25T15:33:00.000-04:002005-07-25T15:36:51.786-04:00Why Can't Summer Be Only One Month Long?I don't like summer. At least I don't anymore. It's boring, I hate the summer reading. I don't get tan, I don't function well with no structure. I have trouble sleeping, but am tired all the time. My friends and I rarely talk. I feel alone, my father doesn't talk to me. My mother's too busy with her job to actually seem to care about my life. There's also Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1121841298570939242005-07-20T02:28:00.000-04:002005-07-20T02:34:58.576-04:00Gahhhhh I miss people so much right now. Alex, Etta, Ravelle. Shit. GAhhhhhhhhhh. I can't sleep either, which is the worst feeling in the world. I just wish I'd get a surprise phone call, because that'd be nice. I like getting random phone calls from people when you least expect it. I need to find some good music, but I haven't found any. I'm so bored I'm actually working on my summer reading. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1120887741914440362005-07-09T01:41:00.000-04:002005-07-09T01:42:21.920-04:00Ever find a band that's so fucking good you don't want to share them with others? Yeah, me too.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1120103884580901602005-06-29T23:44:00.000-04:002005-06-29T23:58:04.586-04:00Right now I'm at my Grandmother's house in Hilton Head Island. You're surrounded by ghosts here. I might as well just list my thoughts, because I like lists:-Pictures of my Aunt Julie all over the place, all very foreign to me. Sometimes it's hard to think that someone in your family once knew someone so well before you. Alright, well, my grandmother has, I don't think, ever shed a tear in her Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1118626850307049012005-06-12T21:38:00.000-04:002005-06-12T21:40:50.313-04:00In Family News...My cousin is engaged!My grandmother has hid the vodka under the bed from my grandfather.My grandmother is threatening to leave him. She told his daugther that, and his daughter replied: Well I think you oughta leave him too.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1118443359531803892005-06-10T18:42:00.000-04:002005-06-10T18:42:39.536-04:00I'm Bored.And my father is playing his music.Could life be any worse?Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1118269035595649452005-06-08T18:09:00.000-04:002005-06-08T18:17:15.603-04:00I just got back from Emerald Isle at Etta's beach house. Mary said it's done me good, because it's made me not think as much about things. I'm a very analytical person, and sometimes that's a bad thing. I'm beginning to realize that this is the last summer of mine in high school. I'm sort of glad, but at the same time, I'm not quite ready. Part of me hopes I'll have a crappy year, that way it Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1117075196800579482005-05-25T22:36:00.000-04:002005-05-25T22:39:56.803-04:00NiceEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1117072031894469822005-05-25T21:44:00.000-04:002005-05-25T21:47:11.900-04:00LAST DAY. I'LL MISS SOME OF YOU, BUT NOT MOST OF YOU.HAHAHAHA, GOOD LUCK IN LIFE!I'LL PROBABLY FORGET ABOUT YOU IN 2 MONTHSNo, I'll miss a lot of you. I may even go to graduation. If you're one of the 3 people who maybe glance at this sometimes, good luck.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1116294907651982842005-05-16T21:53:00.000-04:002005-05-16T21:55:07.656-04:00Awwwwwwww, how sweetMy head throbbs whenever I walk. My mother was about to take me to the emergency room tonight, but I think I calmed her down. I don't know if I'll be back at school. It honestly hurts to walk, my head begins to really hurt. I sort of wimper and hiss and put both my hands on the side of my head and press in a pathetic attempt to get it to stop. I doubt being on this computer isEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1116171062246558242005-05-15T11:26:00.000-04:002005-05-15T11:31:02.260-04:00It has been awhile. I don't have anything to say.Well one thing. I can't figure out if my last entry was May 3rd or May 8th.Yeah, I know my blog rocks. It's actually more like a series of regrets. My last entry for instance was kind of embarrassing.I won 3 books on Monkeytime. My neck hurts. Also, whenever I get up really quickly or move my head, there is a throbbing feeling in my head. Like, Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1115610001249368012005-05-08T23:11:00.000-04:002005-05-08T23:40:01.403-04:00In the Paper Chase, the main character talks about the two kinds of students in Professor Freedman's class. There are the kinds that sit back, bow their heads, and shiver when asked a question. Then there are the volunteers. What are you? I don't exactly call any RCHS teachers too intimidating, although I will admit I very rarely raise my hand to read a sentence aloud in Latin. Not that StapletonEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1114639222701261992005-04-27T17:50:00.000-04:002005-04-27T18:00:22.703-04:00I don't know what to say to you.She said I know what it's like to be deadI know what it is to be sadand she's making me feel like I've never been bornI saidWho put all those things in your head?Things that make me feel that I'm madand you're making me feel likeI've never been bornShe said You dont understand what I've saidI said no, no, no you're wrongWhen I was a boyeverything was Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1114398116414498672005-04-24T22:54:00.000-04:002005-04-24T23:01:56.416-04:00Nothing Ever Happens.Apparently I rule at emails. I have touched some people through emails. It's always nice to know.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1113509334193240422005-04-14T16:08:00.000-04:002005-04-14T16:08:54.193-04:00MONKEYTIME!!!!!!!!!!Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1113356535567414702005-04-12T21:40:00.000-04:002005-04-12T21:42:15.566-04:00These posts embarrass me. I'm thinking that Friday I'm not going to do shit in class. I'm not taking a Latin quiz, nothing. My theory is, our teachers can't handle confrontation at all. But I probably won't do it because I'm lame.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1113275278297838482005-04-11T23:04:00.000-04:002005-04-11T23:07:58.296-04:00I'm a loser. I'm not going to prom, actually I don't feel like a loser at all. There's other things I can do. For instance, hang out with my perverted, oreo, african traveler, of a friend. Since Nate's going to prom with Kitty because he sucks I'll be forced to hang out with someone cooler. Lame. I go to these SAT courses my parents signed me up for. It's hell. All the kids drive BMW's and think Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1113194159275048632005-04-11T00:14:00.000-04:002005-04-11T00:48:26.703-04:00I spent Friday night at Kelley's. Good times.I feel like I'm not even thinking lately. What if I'm really stupid and don't know it???? Damnit, I'm NOT THINKING LATELY. I have no opinions, no ideas, ect. The only idea I have right now is that when my dog whimpers while asleep she is dreaming about chasing rabbits. Maybe I should be a politican or anchorman because obviously the job doesn't requireEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1112586042067807862005-04-03T23:23:00.000-04:002005-04-03T23:40:42.070-04:00I saw "Waking Life" Friday. Now, all I want is to dream. I love that song "Nice Dream" by Radiohead. Sometimes I wonder where I'll be in the next few years. I wonder if I'll be in New York City, as cliched as that sounds, I just wonder it sometimes. I'm so excited. Lately all I want to do is just push highschool out of the way.You know, I wish I didn't give my blog to family members. What a Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1112582655812986592005-04-03T22:40:00.000-04:002005-04-03T22:44:15.813-04:00I have nothing to say. I'm pretty exhausted.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1112241455770014852005-03-30T22:43:00.000-05:002005-03-30T23:02:50.773-05:00Rob told me yesterday that my blog has gotten really pretentious. As in, any CD-mix that has a title of more than 10 sentences goes down as pretentious. That kind of stuff makes me unbelievably happy for days. It wasn't even a compliment, but it's good to know someone out there reads what I have to say; even if I have nothing to say. I guess that's true friendship or something, always listeningEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1112152336324700942005-03-29T21:59:00.000-05:002005-03-29T22:12:51.513-05:00...Acutally that is not all. This year has gone by fast. In fact, for those of you who didn't know, I spent my first semester in Scotland. That went by so fast, it's kind of remarkable. However, I have the rest of this year and next year. Then I'm gone, no more highschool. It's sort of exciting, but frightening at the same time. What if I fail? It's pretty scary to realize that you're going to beEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1112150494805088552005-03-29T21:40:00.000-05:002005-03-29T21:41:34.806-05:00Welp little ones, we went back to school today. It was pretty LAME. That is all, I have nothing to say to you.However, I do. I miss Robert Davis like woah. That is all.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1112060074540089442005-03-28T20:33:00.000-05:002005-03-28T20:34:34.543-05:00I changed the template just because I needed to. It looks pretty shitty too...and you know what I'm PROUD of it.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1111983217873662832005-03-27T23:10:00.000-05:002005-03-27T23:25:35.100-05:00SCHOOLcomes to us soon. I don't know how I feel about that one. My brother left today and my father will be leaving tomorrow morning. Whenever that happens that's when you know it's back to a routine. I told my brother to do well this term at Tulane. He's thinking of transferring to Harvard, Columbia, or NYU Law School for next year though. It just occured to me that next Easter will be probably Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1111818450432413342005-03-26T01:03:00.000-05:002005-03-26T01:27:30.436-05:00Last week a colleague of my mother's was put off of life support after having a kidney failure a few days before. They let him go and now he's somewhere that humanity cannot decide with just a basis of facts alone. This stuff happens all the time. Tonight someone said in regards to the Terry Schiavo case that the "elephant" is in the room and these sorts of cases happen thousands of times across Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1111807954159134302005-03-25T22:26:00.000-05:002005-03-25T22:32:34.160-05:00Ever have one of those days when you think about how different it all would be if you just didn't do that one thing for a split second? How your day could have gone seriously better or worse if you didn't do something? Those days are hell. Today I wanted to get a close picture of a goldfish in my backyard for my biology project. The DIGITAL CAMERA fell in the water, my Mom's 700 dollar digital Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1111724274839184532005-03-24T23:03:00.000-05:002005-03-24T23:17:54.840-05:00Interesting how music changes every single moment. It can make some of the most ackward moments in history go by like the wind. Interesting how everyone seems to have to a thing for a guy who has left us long ago. HAH, suckers.But, in recent news, I have picked up my brother who is home and well. Although, he got me to eat meat today, not too happy about that one. Where is everyone? When are you Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1111432851114714752005-03-21T14:13:00.000-05:002005-03-21T14:20:51.116-05:00The other mix you burn when you find out that that Charlotte trip isn't going to be happening and your brother is coming in in 4 long days:1. In the Waiting Line- Zero 72. All Tomorrow's Parties (Yes, I just love this song that much)- The Velvet Underground and Nico3. Rebellion (Lies)- The Arcade Fire4. Chocolate- Snow Patrol5. Golden- My Morning Jacket6. Looks Just Like the Sun- Broken Social Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1111381341010598622005-03-20T23:48:00.000-05:002005-03-21T00:03:14.096-05:00The mix you burn when you are just that bored and everyone is in Florida/Vermont/Italy/Chile/St. Thomas/DC/ECT.1. Car- Built to Spill2. I Think I've Had It- The Gories 3. I'm Still Your Fag- Broken Social Scene 5. All Tomorrow's Parties- The Velvet Underground6. Friendship Station- Le Tigre7. The Trapeze Swinger- Iron and Wine 8. Don't Ask Me To Explain- Of Montreal 9. The Good Times Are Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1111113478983106592005-03-17T21:03:00.000-05:002005-03-17T21:37:59.056-05:00I usually refrain from posting on this thing, but for some reason I've had a really crappy week. Actually, it's been a good week, but I feel so empty.The best thing that happened was running into Kim, someone who is so utterly amazing it's almost surreal. She said we would get together next week during spring break. I remember those days when I was at Broughton, and my only really good friend Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1110254470344435342005-03-07T22:39:00.000-05:002005-03-07T23:02:02.623-05:00My brother claimed last night that he checked my blog at least five times a day (liar), but I will write an entry just for him. He told me my last one was an embarrassment, which was kind of the point.Anyway, I've been getting into jazz lately. Jazz is one of the greatest American art forms. I remember the night I saw Herbie Hancock in concert. Unfortunately I was put in one of the most Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1108006119258547592005-02-09T22:16:00.000-05:002005-02-09T22:28:39.260-05:00Whoa, whoa, guess who's coming to visit the RCHS next week bitches???? That's right, da ROB is back in the house, and you better go running up to him and hugging him. I have joint custody of the kid, so he's required to attend some classes of mine. Ex Days for the rest of the week, YESSSSSSSS!!!! Well not really.
Well it makes me really happy that a lot of great bands are from Glasgow or Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1106375775615680322005-01-22T01:29:00.000-05:002005-01-22T01:47:53.173-05:00Like I Was Born Again
It's been awhile since I've updated. I can't get away from posting, even if I try to. Things are weird. I'm really happy at school, and it's nice to see my friends and make new ones. It's really nice to see my friends. I've made a few new friendships since I've gotten back from Scotland, and last year I never would have thought we would have ended up liking eachother. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1104564932988706192005-01-01T02:31:00.000-05:002005-01-01T02:35:32.990-05:00Well, Happy New Years dearies. Any thoughts of what the year will bring? I don't really know. I feel pretty damn strong though. Walking around in a city where you will probably get stabbed for wearing a uniform tends to do that to you. Anyway, 2004's been good. Really good actually, I shall miss it. But if you think about it, not to be too pessimistic, but the 21st Century so far has been really Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1104447874793703342004-12-30T18:04:00.000-05:002004-12-30T18:04:34.793-05:00Whoa, remind me never to post at 3 AM. What was that about anyway??????Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1104386995677509062004-12-30T01:02:00.000-05:002004-12-30T18:04:08.130-05:00So you have no community. It's a horrible feeling. Sometimes I'll look at photos from people I used to know, those I haven't kept in touch with. To them they mean a lot to me, to others they're nothing. You can't just sit someone down and explain to them that they made you laugh or they made you cry and why, you can't just explain who they are and what they mean. You can try, but they'll never Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1104037673106718652004-12-25T23:56:00.000-05:002004-12-26T17:11:21.320-05:00There's 5 more minutes left of Christmas!!!!
It wasn't that bad actually. I woke up and we ate breakfast and they went to church; I didn't. They made me do the dishes because of it, which wasn't that bad actually. Sometimes I like to do that kind of thing, accomplish something. My brother said to me yesterday: Emma, doesn't it feel so good to help out? I said: No. However, me and my brother madeEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1103508274276627412004-12-19T21:01:00.000-05:002004-12-19T21:04:34.276-05:00It was requested of my brother to mention him on my blog. There, he's mentioned. I hope he does realize that no one ever reads this thing.
I'm home. It's very weird, very weird. I mean, Britian and the US are so different in so many ways. Nothing is like a British city here, nothing ever will be. Raleigh is really empty and spread out in my opinion. It's strange feeling like this though. I'm Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1103119308724618052004-12-15T08:42:00.000-05:002004-12-15T09:01:48.723-05:00Damn, I didn't go to school today. Good, I don't have Dr. Cameran then. I completely blew off his class yesterday, he was gone. I won't have him tomorrow either, so I don't have to see him. He's a douche. Anyway, the dance kind of sucked but it was kind of nice. I wish I could have brought someone though, I mean someone I care about. My friend Margarita was freaking out because some guy was Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1102970320323931282004-12-13T15:33:00.000-05:002004-12-13T15:38:40.323-05:00Always give into peer pressure. Today I went out with this girl named Daniel, like the cutest thing ever. She's sweet and small and blonde, but has got the biggest friends ever. She's on the Glasgow party scene, everywhere we went we had to stop and talk to some bouncers she knows. Another girl named Ezara came. We decided to try to find me a top, didn't work. I'm going to this dance tomorrow. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1102893812217137822004-12-12T17:56:00.000-05:002004-12-12T18:23:32.216-05:00I think I miss my family. I'm beginning to wonder what my brother is dressing like. Whether he's going for the whole Urban junkie,let's where T-shirts that say smartass things like "ITACA IS COLD" or "PSYCHODELIC FEVER" with some guy dancing around a disco ball, or if he's going for the liberal arts nerd wearing pants with sweaters. See, I haven't seen him in a long time; so I begin to wonder howEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1101655241159608092004-11-28T10:18:00.000-05:002004-11-28T10:20:41.160-05:00There never really was much point in this anyway. I'm busy walking about Scotland in the cold cold rain thinking about the days that lay ahead in Sububia Raleigh. Anyway, 21 days.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1100639242387900062004-11-16T15:52:00.000-05:002004-11-17T06:17:45.406-05:00The things I miss about home:
1. Harris Teeter- the sushi and Sunday night shopping with my Mom.
2. Being able to sleep in on Saturdays, and not be dragged out of bed expecting to be ready for Stirling or Edinburgh.
3. My bed.
4. My dog and cats. I miss saying to my cat: Frankin; and them him meowing in a really snotty way back.
5. I miss whenever I call my dog's name, she instantly wags her Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1100118546573418652004-11-10T15:28:00.000-05:002004-11-10T15:29:06.573-05:00You are Nate! The Philosopher that lies within thedarkest parts of our hearts and souls. Youdon't eat food anymore. You also don't likegiving titles to things.
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Oh yes, now my life is complete. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1100034152096546542004-11-09T15:59:00.000-05:002004-11-09T16:02:32.096-05:00This pretty much sums it up.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1099841935640311882004-11-07T10:35:00.000-05:002004-11-07T10:38:55.640-05:00I might as well post. I've been going crazy lately, over dumb things. I think I've been here too long. Last night I was laughing with Nate and Robert over dumb shit as always online, but at the same time in the back of my head I was crying because I feel like I'm all alone here. Of course, that's dumb to think, since there are people like my father obviously, but you can't have the same kind of Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1099661848859386722004-11-05T08:27:00.000-05:002004-11-07T10:32:21.496-05:00Before we start packing to Montreal, let's just remember that Bush only won this election by 2 electoral votes (according to most sources).
Oh fuck it, Montreal is beautiful.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1099423955840113722004-11-02T14:27:00.000-05:002004-11-02T14:32:35.840-05:00The election is tomorrow. I'm just not going to scrutinze it the way that I have been, it's really getting me down and I'm just sort of tired of it. I just want it to be over, so I can deal with whoever it is. I'm not going to go into reasons of why I support who I do. If you know me, then you know who I support, and if you've even read my blog then it's fairly obvious. According to Andrew Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1098997515723774782004-10-28T16:53:00.000-04:002004-10-28T17:05:15.723-04:00My mom is leaving tomorrow. I'll admit I'm pretty sad about it. Truth is I just don't feel so great around my Dad, I can't talk to him about some of the same things as I can with my Mom. He's just not the same, he likes to read a lot, and cough a lot. Beyond that, I don't know what to say. We both enjoy discussing politics, but still that gets old eventually. Things are getting kind of rough, we Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1098538802222484392004-10-23T09:30:00.000-04:002004-10-23T09:40:02.223-04:00I'm prone to do really dumb things when I'm bored. This is one of the reasons why I think my father should have gotten a TV for the flat. Anyway, the other night I did another dumb thing while I was online and completely bored (I partly blame Robert for this because he was encouraging me, bastard).
For instance, one time when I was about 7 I wanted to put glitter on the apples of my cheeks. I Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1097962052554296632004-10-16T17:20:00.000-04:002004-10-16T17:32:37.200-04:00Right now we have an art professor from Beloit staying with us for a few days. I think in a year and a half, I'm going to get the hell out of Raleigh, and then go to Beloit. It's inevitable. Part of it's because I miss the Midwest, unlike most people. I'm definitely going to Chicago after college, it's always been a place I've known I've wanted to live in. I'd rather be in Chicago instead of NYC Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1097862552064009192004-10-15T13:39:00.000-04:002004-10-15T13:49:12.063-04:00I'm thinking about getting bangs. Long ones though. It's a hard decision, I mean, if it turns out to be fucked up, there's not too much you can do about it. Just wait until it grows out.
Today I spent a shit load on CD's. I bought The Smiths, and this local band. That's not a lot, but CD's cost about 15 pounds here, which is about 28 dollars.
I think I might get rid of my blog when I get home.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1097694935656043752004-10-13T15:10:00.000-04:002004-10-13T15:15:35.656-04:00Robert downloaded Hedwig and the Angry Itch on my computer a while back. I just started to actually hear it, and it's really quite good. I like it.
Remind me to not post poems on my blog, I end up feeling really dumb.
I'M GOING TO GERMANY! Frankfort, to be exact. A friend of mine has a place there, so I'm going for 3 days. I have one more day then I get a week off and will hopefully be Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1097415181555200872004-10-10T09:22:00.000-04:002004-10-10T09:53:58.170-04:00I love suburban girls. Everytime I go downtown, which is often, I see them. They get all dressed up because they're in the big city and are excited, so they look like sluts to feel sophisticated. I'm pretty tired of running into them with their parents and being labeled the "American girl."
Note to my teacher: Don't say you're going to tell on me to the principal for something I can get Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1097059287639210402004-10-06T06:39:00.000-04:002004-10-06T06:41:27.640-04:00So the best thing about this place is the freedom they give 16 year olds.
The worst is that everyday which goes by, I have trouble picturing myself back in Raleigh, driving down Peace Street, and actually going to study hall everyday at 8 AM and having 6 periods a day, and sitting around being bored half of the time. As in, I've gotten used to something, have moved forward, and then must go backEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1096453598134856332004-09-29T06:12:00.000-04:002004-09-29T06:27:06.603-04:00Sorry it's been so long, I've had quite a lot of school work and we have bad internet connection in the flat. School is getting better though. I know some people who are into hardcore rock and Radiohead, so I feel like I can relate to some people. I never realized until now how important music is to me. For some reason, I seem to judge people on their music. I mean, if they take people like Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1095455778341288352004-09-17T16:52:00.000-04:002004-09-17T17:16:18.340-04:00I think I'm getting used to Scotland. Look, to people who I didn't let know I was leaving, I'm sorry, but I wanted to ignore the fact that I was leaving until last minute. Plus, I didn't really know how to explain it. My Dad hardly tells me any details or anything. I'm not even going to complain about it though, that's so fucking stupid to complain about. Who else gets this opportunity? Even Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1094818833529845672004-09-10T08:19:00.000-04:002004-09-10T08:20:33.530-04:00God I should support my Dad more often.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1094649358858511062004-09-08T08:59:00.000-04:002004-09-08T09:15:58.860-04:00Awwww, more Republican bullshit.
Some numbers from The Independent:
0: Number of times Bush mentioned Osama bin Laden in his three State of Union addresses.
83: Number of times Bush mentioned Saddam, Iraq, or regime (as in change) in his three State of Union addresses.
79: Percentage of the 9/11 hijackers who came from Saudi Arabia.
600-700: Number of guardsmen who were in Bush's unit duringEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1094156632915059222004-09-02T16:14:00.000-04:002004-09-02T16:23:52.916-04:00Oh yeah, that Hell thing I made was very quick and not really what I think. Honestly, I don't think George Bush will go to hell.....um, yeah I do. But, the RNC is something I am missing over here. I heard that Micheal Moore got called out by McCain. Pwned. Also, I heard Bush was compared to Winston Churchill. Yeah, Churchill could publically address Parliament without looking like a jackass; BushEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1093779273991747392004-08-29T07:34:00.000-04:002004-08-29T07:34:33.990-04:00This really is important:
ScientologistsCircle I LimboParents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies, Crazy bitchesCircle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy WindThe New York YankeesCircle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & SnowPop Princesses, Hilton Family, RednecksCircle IV Rolling WeightsUday Hussein, Qusay HusseinCircle V Stuck in Mud, MangledRiver StyxGeorge Bush, Reality StarsCircle VI Buried forEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1093777965418879922004-08-29T07:03:00.000-04:002004-08-29T07:13:52.340-04:00Well, the students from my father's College arrived to live here for the same length as me. They're cool. What's weird is how I've been around the Beloit students for so long, since I was a baby I guess; and every year the generation gap gets smaller and smaller. I mean, we're the 90's kids. Although I think I'm more millennium though, but I know Beck and shit.
It's nice though, to be around Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1093550764166383832004-08-26T15:41:00.000-04:002004-08-26T16:06:04.166-04:00Hey from Scotland. Hmmmm, what is there to say? I'm at one of those all girls schools where they make you wear uniforms and walk around with make-up remover. I just got my uniform today though, so I walked around the last 2 days without one. Everyone stares at me. It's kind of funny in a way. It's funny how un-phased I am about it, but I've been to many new schools before, and after awhile you Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1093098818264109172004-08-21T10:15:00.000-04:002004-08-21T10:33:38.263-04:00I have finally arrived in Glasgow. I'm now at an internet cafe, since we still don't have interent connection at the flat.
We had a rough time getting over here though. First of all, Wednesday we were to fly to Newark and get on the connecting flight to Glasgow. Well, the flight to Newark was delayed about an hour and a half, so we therefore missed the flight to Glasgow. International flights, Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1092779165662519472004-08-17T17:41:00.000-04:002004-08-17T17:46:05.663-04:00Figuring out what shoes to bring overseas for 4 months is harder than I anticipated. See, there is the sneakers which are barely ever worn but can only do for very long walks and jogging. Then, there is the hiking boots that are barely ever worn unless I want to feel taller. There is the question between my bowlingish shoes and my Converse. I don't even know if I should bring my Rainbow sandals, Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1092709959814512512004-08-16T22:32:00.000-04:002004-08-16T22:32:39.813-04:00Whoa, electric.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1092708761800344962004-08-16T22:10:00.000-04:002004-08-16T22:12:41.800-04:00What I think I'm going to do, is make myself my own journal for a little while. One that no one can see but me. If, in the end, I like it; I'll post it. Otherwise, from now on, there will be posts no longer than this one I doubt. I'll still be updating though, I just can't keep this stuff up for long. You have to make it a habit from the beginning, otherwise it becomes and a chore. Everyone knowsEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1092352004822403592004-08-12T19:05:00.000-04:002004-08-14T09:39:24.606-04:00Man, my blog looks pathetic. Anyway, tomorrow is my last day of school before I leave for Glasgow for a little while. Technically I'm flying Wednesday, but I really don't see the point in coming in that Monday. Tuesday I'll be packing. My schedule is very weird, since I'm taking Senior English because of the fact that they obviously teach British Lit. there. I asked my dad today if I could stay Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1092016614300170812004-08-08T21:56:00.000-04:002004-08-08T21:56:54.300-04:00School begins tomorrow. Get excited.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1091768969340199562004-08-06T01:06:00.000-04:002004-08-06T01:09:29.340-04:00I just saw Pulp Fiction for the first time. I don't want to get into it right now though since I'm talking about it with Nate at the moment.
Tomorrow my brother comes home, and then I'm going to maybe get school supplies. I haven't really talked about it with my parents about whether to get some or not. Blah, changing countries is so confusing sometimes.
I don't have a schedule yet for next Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1091683722907881362004-08-05T01:26:00.000-04:002004-08-05T01:28:42.906-04:00My brother comes home Friday for 5 days and then he is flying off to New Orleans for Law School. Both of us are getting ready for school. Interesting. I must
a. Finish Pride and Prejudice which I'm about 50 pages away from
b. Read Lord of the Flies
c. Do my little writing assignments
d. Find school supplies.
Goody.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1091549429060214082004-08-03T12:07:00.000-04:002004-08-03T12:10:29.060-04:00Gee, who knew that after getting into the 175th-ish page range of Pride and Prejudice, things actually do start getting exciting and interesting. Actually, I used to watch that really long PBS version or something like that when I was a kid. There were about 6 videos and they were each about an hour and a half long. I think I might rent it once I finish the book. I know it ends in marriage thoughEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1091492218267794632004-08-02T20:13:00.000-04:002004-08-02T20:16:58.266-04:00Things to do before school:
1. Finish Pride and Prejudice, even though it may kill me in the process.
2. Read Lord of the Flies and enjoy the primitive lifestyle they live and how they go a little psychotic. Also, think about how much better this is compared to Pride and Prejudice.
3. Find out what the essays are I'm suppose to read, and actually read them.
4. Dwell on the fact that I'll be Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1091476123604669722004-08-02T15:47:00.000-04:002004-08-02T15:48:43.606-04:00I was getting tired of black, so I went white for awhile. White was too plain though, and I like the color gray. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1091240523988995282004-07-30T22:19:00.000-04:002004-07-30T22:24:12.606-04:00
TV On the Radio is great. Man, how cool are they?
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1090968322874011952004-07-27T18:35:00.000-04:002004-07-27T18:46:00.733-04:00Sorry about that. I just needed a break from blogging and having to sit down and rationalize everything that goes on in my life and make sense out of it. It's funny how in a lot of ways, it's easier sometimes to just let everything go to chaos and sit back and let it all happen. I've found it all feels better that way.
I just spent all July at my Grandmother's in South Carolina. It was nice, Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-10899456820540712004-07-15T22:38:00.000-04:002004-07-15T22:41:22.053-04:00Taking a break from blogging. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1089598181414654562004-07-11T21:55:00.000-04:002004-07-11T22:09:41.413-04:00I'm what they call "overwhelmed." Lately everything has been going very wrong. I mean, after going to the movies with "asshole of the year" and then buying some very expensive shoes that I should NOT have gotten, and actually throwing the receipt lived a long life, an 83 year old man always has. Actually, he down the toilet, things can get worse. Well, this morning my Grandfather had a stroke; Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1089523428859247212004-07-11T01:19:00.000-04:002004-07-11T01:23:48.860-04:00Awwww, homophobia how cute. Damn AOL. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1089169700177465922004-07-06T22:53:00.000-04:002004-07-06T23:08:20.176-04:00Why is it that my Grandmother cannot accept me? It's been that way for a long time now. It's as if the people she is closest to she has to criticize constantly. She does so to my mother and to my Grandfather. It's all very strange. My mother said she's been like that forever, it's what she's good at. She probably could have gone into the movies, as a critic. God knows she'd only select about one Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1088826634920254732004-07-02T23:44:00.000-04:002004-07-02T23:50:34.920-04:00
Going through this book my grandmother has called Stars! and looking at "The Face," Woody Allen, Mae West, Marx Bros, and others......I find Brando. The title says:
Marlon Brando
Non-ConformistEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1088735911658719852004-07-01T22:35:00.000-04:002004-07-01T22:38:31.660-04:00In Hilton Head for awhile. It's quite nice. Nothing to say really, got sunburnt today. Luck, eh. Sorry these posts are so pathetic, I'll write a good one soon. If any ideas come through, that is. Summer isn't really a time for intellectual growth. Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1088475615689581692004-06-28T22:19:00.000-04:002004-06-28T22:20:15.690-04:00Saw Shadowlands today. Leaving soon, seeing my brother soon. Isn't it nice how it all makes sense in the end?Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1088222162044096152004-06-25T23:53:00.000-04:002004-06-26T14:54:54.453-04:00This is my schedule pre-change: (Don't ask)
Adv Physics (Boyer)
Algebra 2 (Young! Score)
AP Euro (Tranquillo)
Adv English 4 (Chalifoux?)...changing that to AP. Ha, they let me take AP Euro, but not AP English
Spanish 1 *Um Latin????* (Ade)
Art 2 *NOOOOOOOO* (Warren. ahhh!)...I CAN'T TAKE ART AGAIN, I WILL DIE.
Things are changing.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1088048655006700642004-06-23T23:43:00.000-04:002004-06-23T23:48:38.106-04:00Thought I'd post this:
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1088012455355093062004-06-23T13:36:00.000-04:002004-06-23T23:14:07.046-04:00Well, here is the blog, no big change from what it was before. It's much easier to read the green with a black background though, instead of white. Although Kaye did say it looked very Summer-y. I wish I never posted that picture of Sean Connery on here, because then I have to have that second scrollbar, which is annoying me, since it looks so out of place. I'm NOT going to be deleting it either.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1087955649072594312004-06-22T21:52:00.000-04:002004-06-22T21:54:09.073-04:00My buddy Sam will be helping me on this HTML thing.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1087940396053454172004-06-22T17:39:00.000-04:002004-06-22T17:39:56.053-04:00Blog fucked up again. I'll fix it later.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1087704298742469592004-06-20T00:04:00.000-04:002004-06-20T00:08:41.243-04:00I've been 16 for about 5 minutes now. PRETTY COOL.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1087531638928229212004-06-18T00:07:00.000-04:002004-06-18T00:07:55.020-04:00Dancing until you can't anymore is the best thing.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1087323963891435702004-06-15T14:16:00.000-04:002004-06-15T19:10:13.720-04:00So I got a site meter, so start visiting this more often. Otherwise I look even more like a loser, and that's not cool. You don't even have to read it, just go and leave. Thanks.
Anyway, I've been reading into Sophie's World quite a bit lately. I just got into Spinoza. That's probably the philosopher I've come to agree with most. Although, Aristotle was on the top of my list also. The only Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1087231854740347292004-06-14T12:50:00.000-04:002004-06-14T12:50:54.740-04:00I haven't been doing anything lately worth mentioning. I'll leave you with this.Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1086991349372605502004-06-11T18:01:00.001-04:002004-06-16T19:33:33.666-04:00Guess who.
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1086919313313916812004-06-10T21:57:00.000-04:002004-06-10T22:01:53.313-04:00Texas is a swell place. Give it your regards. The only thing that annoyed me was that in Texas a lot of the times, if something says Grilled, they really mean Fried. Don't even ask me about the trip back from Dallas to Raleigh. It was hell. 12 hours in an airport isn't really the best of times. We finally got off at 10 PM, we were suppose to get off at around 5 PM. It was sort of nice to get toEmmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6146425.post-1086405264151336872004-06-04T23:12:00.000-04:002004-06-05T01:23:34.693-04:00Off to Texas I roam.......
Just discovered the wonders of digital cameras. Yes I know, I'm a bit behind. I'm leaving for Texas tomorrow and won't be back until around Wednesday. A lot of reading and music, it will be boring. Very boring.
Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04576361887691941047noreply@blogger.com0