Just Kidding

Sorry. I would never drown myself.
In case you were worried.

I will, however, turn off my damn computer because everything I'm seeing is making me shake in fury.

Okay?
Bye.

emily

ahhh....death!!!!

There is such a lack of originality in this world
I think I am going to drown myself.

Goodbye, it's been fun

emily

Missed you Dearly

Oh my god, my beloved blog, it's been forever!!!!
Miss me?
Doubt it.
Non-existant blog readers...I'm back for now.
My absence is...unexplained. And shall remain that way.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I would really love to throw out the horrors of my personal life to this blog, but there are just too many people in cyberspace, many of which are totally undeserving of reading of the horrors of my personal life.
Therefore, I apologize, even though you probably wouldn't be interested in any of the horrific stories I have to tell anyways.

You must be much more interested in random ramblings by yours truly.
:)

I watched this movie on my computer today. Never done that before.
My old computer died on Good Friday (just like Jesus!!), and we finally purchased a new one a month or two later. A brand new (okay, I stand corrected, a 'refurbished') HP Computer, complete with many features that I love. Including a working DVD player.
I shall refrain from further details of my refurbished computer, due to lack of interest, and irrelevance to my main point.
My main point being, I watched this movie on my computer today.
M. Night Shyamalan's The Sixth Sense.
I have to confess to never, ever, seeing this movie before.
But it really is very good with an amazing twist at the end.
The good thing about me is, a good movie, combined with a promising thought, can really turn my sucky day around.

I love and miss you all,
emily

poetry

Again,
I feel the urge
to write a blog
about absolutely nothing
supposedly in verse
but not really
I've only just gotten
into random indentations

and line breaks

so i
look
like
a poet

but i'm really not.

Isn't it funny
how almost anything classifies as a poem
if it's written in some format like this.
but probably with slightly more structure and format.

but whatever

what I'm saying is,
based on some of the shit
i've seen
in high school,
the following
could classify
as
a
poem :

I fucking hate
you
you dirty
hobag burn
in hell forever.

but that
doesn't really sound
like much
of a poem.

Does it?

Love always,
eMiLy

Noise

My house is so loud I think my head is going to explode. Will someone please turn up the music just to cover up this NOISE?

My "bittersweet migraine" has turned into a real one.
And my geometry project awaits, unfinished.
This may be a late night.

Goodnight, dear non-existant blog readers.

love always,
emily

"bittersweet migraine"

What do you do when your dream-come-true turns out to be a nightmare?

I cried for about half an hour today. Never in a very long time has it been that refreshing. Who knew that telling the dead-honest truth (well, most of it) could be so liberating?

Love always,
Emily

p.s. My title is from a Green Day song, "Give Me Novocaine." It is incredible. Check it out.

music

i really like the songs
written with the purest pain and passion

you hear them and something inside you wants to curl up and cry forever and never stop.
because your heart's bleeding with all the pain you never knew you had

and nothing feels sweeter.

-EM

hey there delilah

I want you to go to www.purevolume.com/plainwhitets and listen to "Hey There Delilah." It is quite beautiful and perhaps you will become drawn into it as I have.

After I finish my global studies project tonight, I have a feeling life will taste much sweeter.

School + the middle of June = not a lotta fun
But there IS this closeness i start to feel with everyone only right now, as the year ends. Oh, the irony. We will all leave and forget about each other despite our promises to keep in touch. We will come back in August to discover that we no longer care.
ah, high school.

-emily

on another note ....

school sucks beyond words. let's all succumb to the old 2nd-grade fantasy of waking up to find that your school has been struck by a meteor.
Please.

I just erased three paragraphs because my mind has turned to such absolute nothing that all I can write is pointless drivel that has absolutely nothing to do with anything.

Sometimes I sound like a 14-year-old myspace addict who thinks she can write and so therefore she "pours her heart out" into pointless shitty blogs that are too tacky for words.

I have an essay to write tonight and this dumbshit blog is my form of procrastination.

All I can say is that I am expecting to be intensely relieved when the week of no sleep is over. Or when my school gets hit by a meteor.
Whichever comes first.

Procrastinatingly (I am disappointed to discover that this is not an actual word) yours,
emily

My day TODAY.

Life, on occasion, can be to weird for words.
Just a thought.

-emily

Gasping

Sometimes my family makes me want to kill myself*.
Really.
I'm telling you, I can only handle so much of the thousands of screaming children and the strangling parental control.

Will someone save me, please.

Love, Emily

*don't worry. I'm not suicidal. Please don't take my artistic liberties seriously.
I'm not going to say this again.