The thing about friendship...

What sucks about being Emily ---
she's realized her mind, and more importantly, her heart, and what they tell her, often are not right.
So now it's really hard to tell if someone is real, or simply fucking with her mind.

Help?

EmILiA

The Raconteurs--"Steady as She Goes"

Got Anxiety?

Teen Angst Central

www.tangst.blogspot.com

Send your deepest darkest secret, hope, or ANGST into cyberspace...anonymously!

weekends suck sometimes

I had a breakdown this morning and started crying my eyes out. Then I found out my Mom miscarried her baby and cried for the rest of the morning. Then I sat around for hours like a zombie, only half-awake. Took children to the playground and spun myself around on a swing for about half an hour, singing and talking to an imaginary friend.

I think a cool breeze can be healing sometimes.

EmILiA

Sweet Inspiration

www.postsecret.blogspot.com

If this doesn't inspire you.. I can't tell you what will!

Really amazing website, and an amazing idea.

Check it out, it might just make your day.

Life is once again beginning

Hi guys.
Life is as busy and stressful and exhausting as ever, what with high school back in session. I can't say I enjoy it. But I can say that junior year is somewhat more...more....less nerveracking than freshman and sophomore year.
After spending 2 years with these people, I've kinda stopped caring so much about them.
Like, "OH MY GOD SO-AND-SO IS LOOKING AT ME WITH A DIRTY LOOK !!! DOES THIS MEAN SO-AND-SO DOESN'T LIKE ME??? IIII HAAATTTEEEE SCHOOLLL!!"
No, now I'm kinda in my own happy little world, my head in the clouds, and the other people aren't so important anymore.
I'm telling you, this is the way to live.
Okay, well maybe not with your head in the clouds. Because then you'll be like me and never really know what's going on and then you'll feel stupid when your classmates, expecting you to know everything, ask you questions such as "So for number 5, did you get the square root of negative 7 billion and 2?"
"umm..."

It's okay. I'd rather have my head in the clouds than participate in math, anyways.

Plus when you're not caring about other people...you're naturally more yourself. Not only is it refreshing, but it's attractive. Don't ask me why, but there's just something about someone not giving a fuck that makes people want to talk to them... I mean, think about it. You've gotta know at least one person who does their own thing all the time, without giving a shit about what the people around them think. They'll say what they think, and they'll do what they feel.
Now tell me, are you not totally envious of this person?
Because I am.

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The next order of business is that chemistry class can really suck. Especially when your teacher reads your poem in front of the entire class. This isn't just any normal meaningless poem. No, no, no. This is a scripted poem that you really wanted to defy the scripted-ness of. So you took the liberty of going very very deep, and therefore very sappy. Very sappy.
Your teacher reads, "I am the only redhead in my class" and every eye is on you.
Oh no....oh no...FUCK, man, FUCK!!!!
Your teacher continues to read some lines and you bury your face deeper and deeper into your arms as the class gives a chorus of sarcastic "aaaaawwwww"s.

See if I ever write anything again.

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I highly recommend Part 1 of Jack's Mannequin's "MFEO". Talk about emotional perfection.

I would also highly recommend working at my new job, because I find it to be quite enjoyable.

Quite...gaah why do I even use these words??
I know...having friends with extensive vocabularies tends to make you a little more ... extensive-vocabulary-ish.
I know there's a word for that, but I aint that extensive.

Love you all lots and lots,

EmILiA

some emotional songs of the day

"Hate (I Really Don't Like You)"
www.myspace.com/plainwhitets --- LISTEN to this song. Hit up "Hey There Delilah while you're at it, that song is still good.

www.purevolume.com/augustana --- "Boston".

www.purevolume.com/mae --- "Someone Else's Arms"

www.myspace.com/annanalick -- "Breathe 2 AM"

That's all for now

Love and pain, (god I sound emo. sorry.)
EmILiA

another entry of little or no significance

Hi friends. I'm actually telling people to read this pointless nothing now...this means that most of my non-existent readers might suddenly burst into existence.
If you are existent, and reading my pointless material...please feel free to leave a comment. It is kind of nice to know who stopped by, you know. And my non-existent readers--they never really left me comments. They aren't the best audience all the time.
Anyways, after my good friend Joe encouraged me to read his blog (www.pillsburyjoeboy.blogspot.com, check it out, he's actually pretty smart even though he did steal my favorite band. (only joking, Joe, but not really.)), I recommended mine in return...then took a look at my own blog, only to discover that it was horribly un-updated. Over a month between posts...now what kind of sad excuse of a writer am I?

Hence, this blog.
Should I write blogs having an idea of something interesting in my mind? Because I usually don't. I sit down and type and the words that come are the words that I have.
It usually works. I mean, I like it. I'm sure you don't.
But what can I say. If you don't like it, leave.
My non-existent readers LOVE my work.
As do I.

So, as you may have realized, it is the middle of August, and guess what? I have started school.
Can you say terrible?
T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E?
Because, look, that's what it is.
Don't get me wrong, I like to see old schoolmates and everything.
But come on, you know I still hate you all.

Okay, I don't. But I really do not like school very much at all. I've been back 3 days and it already seems like weeks.
Good sign? no.
Much like the horrors of last year?
yes.

Enough of this bothersome writing. Desert cravings are entirely overpowering.
I'm sorry this is boring, perhaps next blog entry will hold more interest for you.
But I doubt it.

Love forever and always,
EmILiA RoSe

P.S. I highly recommend Smash Mouth's
"Whole Lotta Love"
and
" You are my Number One"
Tacky love songs, what can I say? I love it.

Teenage Love : Armed and Dangerous

"I love you."
"I love you more."
"I can't live without you."
"You are my everything."
"My baby."
"Sweetheart."
"Querida."
"When we get married..."
"I'll love you forever."
"I'm always here for you."
"You're my only one."
"I love you."

These are the words most of us long to hear, but what are they, really? What is this overwhelming feeling? How can something one is completely sure of suddenly fill them up with doubt? An avoided glance, a missed telephone call, an IM conversation gone drastically wrong, are enough to send one, shaking in anger, and trembling in fear, over the edge.

My question is : why?

What is this sensation we call love? Happiness, sadness, tears, laughter, kisses, jumping hearts, holding hands, ripped-up letters, firey stares, blaring music, beauty, dreams, and above all, pain. What is this love, and why do most of the people on the face of the planet strive for it?