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| - My loves! I now have two xangas. My other one is:
bang_youre_dead
Visit it if you wish...it's kind of more personal...I guess.
Okay! With that...I can't post much now...DON'T EVEN FUCKING TRY TO HACK MY XANGA. I'll rip your throat out, ghetto xangans of upstate New York! | | |
| My truly nerdcore fans know that I've used this css in the past [love me, love my fakely shit ego].
I think public school is possibly the worst thing that can ever happen to you. For every class I have, I also have a deep, mad desire to burn the classroom.
In English...we read that book. Oh, a barrel of laughs! [not]. Of course, we had to do this four-page packet about it. Apparently, my teacher didn't know that you had to do the packet before you read the book, so it defeated its own purpose.
History, aka Social Studies...is all social with me. There is absolutely no study. All I do is make clothing out of paper and sell it. This morning I made a genuine Gelman mardi gras mask. No one would buy it, though, because Guy mutilated it in English. And, every single chance I get, I am in the library, doing nothing.
Science, happens to be one of my more volatile classes. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I hate it.
The Upside:
There's this person in my class. Sometimes I glance at him, and sometimes he glances at me. We kind of hate eachother, or at least we don't talk. But he's pretty nice I guess. We look at eachother often. He also wears navy blue peacoats and listens to a portable CD player. Once, when I walked home, in the freezing cold and howling wind and snow [with no coat on, mind you, just a t-shirt], I was behind him. He just gave me a weird look at kept walking. I still hate him.
THE HUGE DOWNSIDE:
There are some huge douchebags in my Science period [haha, my friends and I had a conversation about db's because Katie and Kerry didn't know what they were]. Honestly! There's this girl who's a total idiot...the way she smiles, how honestly blonde she is, the way she dresses...hate, hate hate. There's this other chick too...god. She has so much dandruff. No offense to her...I mean...she's got a weird attitude, too.
[in sixth period]
Kid: I got drums for Christmas.
Heidi: My brother did too. Ugh. He can't play them. He just bangs on them.
Me: I wanted a drummer for Christmas. My mummy didn't buy me one, though -scowls-.
Love,
Emily
P.S. Buy me a long-haired drummer. NNNNOWWWW! | | |
| Man, good book.
I went to the movies last night. I saw Cheaper By the Dozen. Oh, joy. No, seriously...
Alan Ruck was in it. Can you believe that? Poor Cameron. If you don't know what I'm talking about...eh look it up.
Anyway...I really need a digital camera. I want to take pictures of things. And possibly myself. Not to be a photography whore but...you know.
I wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say that you're sorry again
Oh god you owe me one more song
So I could prove to you
That I'm so much better than them
Oh god I'd give you anything
To hear you say that I was right
And you were wrong
Oh god before i leave this life
Now enable us to love
A hook is never gonna come
Just give it back to me
Blow out all of the lights tonight
Two million miles down the PCH
And now he's gone
I slashed his tires, i bled his brakes
It had to be done
Their hand job lives were just too cruel
You merciless villlan
We drowned them all in their swimming pools
Run away run away run away yeah
Yep. Oh yeah, Almost forgot. I <3 Eddie Vedder and Krist Novoselic.
I am 70% Grunge
I am pretty dirty, all right and, I reek of teen spirit... I would sell my own children for a moldy hotpocket, man.
Eh...except for the fact that I shower often.
Take the Grunge Test at fuali.com | | |
| - CELLBLOCK TANGO - HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICIA!
Last night was crazy, man. Alicia had a limo for her birthday! Maaagh! So we went to this restaurant which I can't name because you may try to stalk me. Yes, you know who you are. Our waiter. Was. Crazy. He just had this weird lispy voice and crap...hahaha.
Then K saw these two boys. They must have been about sixteen. So she and Other K started saying 'hi' every time they walked by us, and made a habit of it. I looked over at one of the guys who had a Yankees hat and I gave him a tres dirty look. He just looked really, really annoyed about the whole thing. I got chicken marsala and K got Caesar salad, which was a mistake. So I let her have some of my noodles. It tasted like Chinese food.
So then afterwards the waiter 'Steve' (his name was Josh, actually, but the five of us have been known to name anything from rocks to thongs 'Steve') and these other waitresses called Steve started singing to Alicia and stuff. Did I mention our Cheuffer's name was Steve?!
Here's the thing: we were leaving the restaurant (!!!) to get into the limo and I saw the two boys sitting there with their GIRLFRIENDS, and their GIRLFRIENDS only. They were on a date. God, they're brash!!!!!! I commend their hilarity.
We had the limo until 9 o'clock. We danced. A lot. And sat on the floor and threw things around. And then Steve yelled at us a bit. Actually, he yelled at me for practically falling into his seat when K opened the divider as a joke. And then I was playing with this empty glass bottle and Ashley and I were screaming "HAIRLINE!" (I dunno why!) and it fell on the ground and almost smashed. And we kind of threw tissues and stuff and all the plastic cups were all over the floor so I couldn't sit down there anymore.
Ah, the joys of limos. We drove around and stuck our heads and arms out the window. When we got back to town, K decided we should all yell at people so I screamed "I HATE YOU ALL!!!!" and she slapped me. Some guy gave her the finger for calling him a loser, though. Go figure. At least we didn't have a sunroof. We would've gotten arrested, or at least close.
Good times. for the rest of the night we just watched movies, but I fell asleep watching A Night At The Roxbury. Well, um, after watching Chris Kattan do that weird danceish thing yeah a million times, I kind of just...yeah. But we did watch Coyote Ugly which I can't spell so goddamn me. And I had "Need You Tonight" stuck in my head, which I didn't mind at all. It has the bestest video.
This morning, while I was in the car with my dad on the way here, I saw Bizzztch cross the road. He looked at me and my leg kind of hurt. He is like a voodoo Bizzztch multiplied by ten thousand.
Love,
Emily "And I fired two warning shots. Into his head." | | |
| - About a Girl - - - - - Yesterday was Sunday, I believe. Yes. What an interestingish day. I went into Brooks on the way to the gingerbread wotsit to get some candy to decorate my gingerbread house. Well, I was standing in line for checkout and my mum walked away to look at something, and this scaryish tall guy came up right behind me and I got kind of claustrophobic because that is my nature. So I was sandwiched between him and this lady. I payed for everything, my mum and I walked out to my car, and the guy was right by us. HE WAS MY EX's FATHER. No wonder I got weird vibes. I could have died, I could have died.
I was talking to Guy online, and I called him a swot, among other things. He got mad and I blocked him or something. But it was ish funny.
Today I did absolutely nothing. It was my mum's birthday. 'Enid' blackmailed me. She told this Justin person that I wanted a thong for Chrimbo (horrific). But good times all the same.
I got a manicure today. My nails are like a white-ish pale colour. Then I had an orthodontist appointment (joy, eh, not). I don't even have braces. What is the point? Actually, don't mock me, you bitch, I know the point. Well, guess who was there? Mais oui. Tyler wotsit. Guy thinks I am obsessed with him, it's embarassing. Tw really is the most quiet person...and rather short, too. But that's can't ever be badish. Badish ryhmes with radish! I crack me up...harharhar.
Also, I got a little Chrimboli card from Lily who used to go to my school. You see, I was freaked out about opening a letter from Alabama (she moved) because of the 'bioterrah' that Bush advertises. No 'bioterrah' in that card. I'll have to send her one too. It was adorable.
<3,
Emily
P.S. Queens of the Stone Age makes me think of my ex of whom's father I 'ran into (harhar)' at Brooks. He played it once, the first time we went out way back last January. Why am I bringing this up? Oh, yes and the tres annoying song "21 Questions" reminds me of when I realized my OTHER boyfriend was a scumbag and that I was very in love with the Brooks' dad fandango boy. But he dances around like Michael Jackson and grabs his crotch and shaves his legs, possibly. That's reason enough not to like him.
P.P.S. I saw his current ex downtown. Her hair is quite, quite unnaturally black (mais oui, it is unnatural, but it looks okay).
P.P.P.S. Happy advance Chrimbo and Happy advance birthday, Alicia! Can't wait until your party...stretch limo and all : )
P.P.P.P.S. Ooh! Tonight's the solstice, I believe. And where is Ashley? I think it's time for some drunken seance dancing.
P.P.P.P.P.S. Maybe I will go out with the hilarious porpoise hater this summer. Apparently he doesn't go out with girls he considers like 'little sisters' but I'm pretty sure he considers me the naughty little sister that he likes to yell at. Does that mean I have a chance? What's more, who gives a shit?
minet x triste: i have my slut moods.
minet x triste: most of the time they pass.
(kidding) | | |
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