i only want you to see my favourite part of me
i. According to my (often grievously flawed) mathematics, I've got 19 days of school left, 25 if we're counting weekends. This Wednesday = theatre class going to see Othello = not a lot of schooling, but it will be fun to dress up. :P Aside from my (four D:) AP exams, I've only got one final exam. May 11-18 = doing nothing, oi. I would be like, 'oh school, let us sleep!' except since when has school ever let us sleep? :/
ii. So MCPS (reallyyy) doesn't like me reading my flist. That's my favourite part of El Jay, kthx. What's the point of my being here, then? It's cool, it'll probably forget it's being stupid later.
iii. And Jesus H. Christ Superstar, why does everyone seem to care that I smoke? Because yeah, I do. Not enough to smell like it, but I do smoke. I started for a very specific reason that I can't very well reverse now, and never mind that their obsessions with [anime] [Warcraft] [Disney] [gay fanfiction] [Urban Burger] are certainly rotting their brains.
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HOWIE IS CLEARLY VOLDEMORT IN DISGUISE. :O Haha Voldemort I see your secretssss. Sssss.
v. This Thursday and Friday = Every 15 Minutes (MCPS, in its infinite wisdom, has blocked the site on their computers). I was going to do it. But then I thought, well. I'm not one of Those ones, you know. The Irreplaceables. With the shiny hair and the skinny jeans and 235 friends on Myspace. I'm just Emily. That can mean any number of things, very few of those the deprivation of which will affect many of them. [insert thoughts about death here].
vi. I've been having lots of thoughts lately about the whole Future thing and going to college and other things, so I guess that's normal and maybe I will speak on these topics at a forthcoming time.
vii. So this summer I'm apparently going to be, um. Doing some volunteer work. Maybe. People read my essay and asked me if I would be willing to talk to people about this sort of thing. I thought about it for a while, and I figure, sure. It's more productive than sleeping, isn't it? I'm not, um, trained or anything, but they say that my being a peer mediator for four years will do, and that experience really will be enough for what I'll be doing. That's my resume, huh. Now, I've had someone who would know tell me, well Emily, you're not stable enough. Well, I'll show everyone, one way or the other. It's just weird to think that, probably, most of the people I'll be working with, this hasn't happened to them yet. It's like at the cemetery where my grandmother's buried, there's this whole section that isn't filled in yet. And those people are undoubtedly still alive. It's just a weird thought. I'm kind of nervous. I might want to talk about it later. But I'm writing that thing, you know (yes, still, every month's NaNoWriMo, duh), and that has been more difficult that this could possibly be, and this might actually be helpful to other people. I guess. I don't know, ask me later, like how I'm going to explain this to my parents although I'm 18 so it's none of their business anyhow, but my head hurts right now.
viii. Echoes is done! :D
ix. :)
x. And the word is that writing pr0n is ridiculously fun. x)
ii. So MCPS (reallyyy) doesn't like me reading my flist. That's my favourite part of El Jay, kthx. What's the point of my being here, then? It's cool, it'll probably forget it's being stupid later.
iii. And Jesus H. Christ Superstar, why does everyone seem to care that I smoke? Because yeah, I do. Not enough to smell like it, but I do smoke. I started for a very specific reason that I can't very well reverse now, and never mind that their obsessions with [anime] [Warcraft] [Disney] [gay fanfiction] [Urban Burger] are certainly rotting their brains.
iv.
v.
HOWIE IS CLEARLY VOLDEMORT IN DISGUISE. :O Haha Voldemort I see your secretssss. Sssss.
v. This Thursday and Friday = Every 15 Minutes (MCPS, in its infinite wisdom, has blocked the site on their computers). I was going to do it. But then I thought, well. I'm not one of Those ones, you know. The Irreplaceables. With the shiny hair and the skinny jeans and 235 friends on Myspace. I'm just Emily. That can mean any number of things, very few of those the deprivation of which will affect many of them. [insert thoughts about death here].
vi. I've been having lots of thoughts lately about the whole Future thing and going to college and other things, so I guess that's normal and maybe I will speak on these topics at a forthcoming time.
vii. So this summer I'm apparently going to be, um. Doing some volunteer work. Maybe. People read my essay and asked me if I would be willing to talk to people about this sort of thing. I thought about it for a while, and I figure, sure. It's more productive than sleeping, isn't it? I'm not, um, trained or anything, but they say that my being a peer mediator for four years will do, and that experience really will be enough for what I'll be doing. That's my resume, huh. Now, I've had someone who would know tell me, well Emily, you're not stable enough. Well, I'll show everyone, one way or the other. It's just weird to think that, probably, most of the people I'll be working with, this hasn't happened to them yet. It's like at the cemetery where my grandmother's buried, there's this whole section that isn't filled in yet. And those people are undoubtedly still alive. It's just a weird thought. I'm kind of nervous. I might want to talk about it later. But I'm writing that thing, you know (yes, still, every month's NaNoWriMo, duh), and that has been more difficult that this could possibly be, and this might actually be helpful to other people. I guess. I don't know, ask me later, like how I'm going to explain this to my parents although I'm 18 so it's none of their business anyhow, but my head hurts right now.
viii. Echoes is done! :D
ix. :)
x. And the word is that writing pr0n is ridiculously fun. x)