I am too ADD for a subject.
I had this realization today that Susie Reed is pretty much the coolest girl I have ever met. But since that is already so widely known and accepted, let’s waste breath on something else. Hm…what might that something be? Oh I know! In case you all didn’t figure this out on your own, I am absolutely CRAZY. Even my mom thinks so (by the way, her favorite people are Susie and Robert, as they are probably your favorite people too) (well, at least Susie should be-I adore that little shit). There are so many examples of how weird I am that I won’t even attempt to list them because this Livejournal box probably can’t even hold it all. Since we are on the topic of Me, I think it is necessary to tell you all a little bit about myself, because I feel that there are some important things about me that you all would like to know. First off, I love meatloaf. Second, I am obsessed with DDR and play it every waking moment of the day (actually, that was probably a lie, because I dream about it too…so I guess that makes it every waking and non-waking moment of every day). Hm what else about me is of significance? I know there is something…
Did I mention that I lectured Scott Craig the other day on how to say “Chile”? That kid just kills me! I was like “It’s ‘Chile’, Mr. Craig!” And then he was like “Oh, okay, Emily. Chile.” Great story, huh?
Sometimes I do silly things, like throwing newspapers on the roof, and then I go to school and tell my good pal Special K. Usually I don’t realize that he really doesn’t care about my story and isn’t listening, but it seems to make for a good laugh for the Amazing One (that would be Susie). Then I spend the rest of the day following the Amazing One around Ernest Dubya, hoping that she will occasionally have something profound to say, which I then scribble down and memorize so I can teach myself how to be more like her. Sometimes I draw obscene pictures in her notes so I can watch her struggle to turn them into something less inappropriate. I’ll admit it, I am a pretty horrible person sometimes…well, all the time. I’m planning to go to Albion College next year, where I will hopefully further immerse myself in the study of culture. I hope to one day be an anthropologist and maybe work for National Geographic. Susie thinks I should study some of the click languages of Africa and then take her there with me to live amongst the tribe of my good friend Okonkwo. Splendid crumpets! I should really listen to her superb advice more often.
Let’s see, there is more I could say about Me…Sometimes people don’t know what I’m even talking about (notice that great “even” usage there), but instead of explaining what I mean, I just keep talking and confusing them, and then I throw up my arms and squeal really loudly and walk away. It’s a lot like what I imagine those little boys that were running around at the bowling alley would do. Maybe I should try tripping Monty with a metal pole like they did next time I see him? That could be joyful. BOONDABA! I kind of just felt like saying that for no reason…I guess I don’t really have anything else to write here. I suck at this game. It’s time for me to go sit in a corner and caress the White Album for a few hours while listening to that disturbing song Revolution 9 on loop. I work really hard to be a creep at all times-it’s what I do best. I’m actually in the process of making my own DDR pattern to the beat of that one Queen song that Susie hates so I can play it over and over and over again just to annoy her. Good, spiteful plan, eh?
Thanks for reading my mindless chatter, little fella! It’s good to see literacy in action here in America.
Tootlepip!
em (NOT EMILIO! I hate it when people call me that! It’s such a boy’s name!)
P.S. I should probably look into changing my password, seeing as I didn’t even say all that up there (notice the “even”).
Did I mention that I lectured Scott Craig the other day on how to say “Chile”? That kid just kills me! I was like “It’s ‘Chile’, Mr. Craig!” And then he was like “Oh, okay, Emily. Chile.” Great story, huh?
Sometimes I do silly things, like throwing newspapers on the roof, and then I go to school and tell my good pal Special K. Usually I don’t realize that he really doesn’t care about my story and isn’t listening, but it seems to make for a good laugh for the Amazing One (that would be Susie). Then I spend the rest of the day following the Amazing One around Ernest Dubya, hoping that she will occasionally have something profound to say, which I then scribble down and memorize so I can teach myself how to be more like her. Sometimes I draw obscene pictures in her notes so I can watch her struggle to turn them into something less inappropriate. I’ll admit it, I am a pretty horrible person sometimes…well, all the time. I’m planning to go to Albion College next year, where I will hopefully further immerse myself in the study of culture. I hope to one day be an anthropologist and maybe work for National Geographic. Susie thinks I should study some of the click languages of Africa and then take her there with me to live amongst the tribe of my good friend Okonkwo. Splendid crumpets! I should really listen to her superb advice more often.
Let’s see, there is more I could say about Me…Sometimes people don’t know what I’m even talking about (notice that great “even” usage there), but instead of explaining what I mean, I just keep talking and confusing them, and then I throw up my arms and squeal really loudly and walk away. It’s a lot like what I imagine those little boys that were running around at the bowling alley would do. Maybe I should try tripping Monty with a metal pole like they did next time I see him? That could be joyful. BOONDABA! I kind of just felt like saying that for no reason…I guess I don’t really have anything else to write here. I suck at this game. It’s time for me to go sit in a corner and caress the White Album for a few hours while listening to that disturbing song Revolution 9 on loop. I work really hard to be a creep at all times-it’s what I do best. I’m actually in the process of making my own DDR pattern to the beat of that one Queen song that Susie hates so I can play it over and over and over again just to annoy her. Good, spiteful plan, eh?
Thanks for reading my mindless chatter, little fella! It’s good to see literacy in action here in America.
Tootlepip!
em (NOT EMILIO! I hate it when people call me that! It’s such a boy’s name!)
P.S. I should probably look into changing my password, seeing as I didn’t even say all that up there (notice the “even”).