﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>EmmaLeeJay's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from EmmaLeeJay</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay</link></image><item><title>Friday, July 20, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/605080715/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/605080715/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 04:04:09 GMT</pubDate><description>So, let's see... where was I?&amp;nbsp; Oh, yes, my birthday.&amp;nbsp; It was
really fun.&amp;nbsp; It was on Sunday, and everyone at camp went to church
to be comissioned for our summer of work and fun.&amp;nbsp; On my way to
church, I check my voice mail, and listen to a message from my brother,
wishing me a happy birthday.&amp;nbsp; He's very sweet like that.&amp;nbsp; So
after church, I got with a group of friends, and people I've never
met.&amp;nbsp; Someone had heard of a place to eat, and really wanted to go
there for dinner, so 6 people in a van, and 2 of us in my car, we set
out in the general direction of the resturant, though it wasn't quite
time for dinner yet.&amp;nbsp; So I'm following my friend, and getting to
know a new staff person, who happens to work in the kitchen with me and
we sleep in the same room.&amp;nbsp; After not too long, my friend who I am
following, also known as Pax, calls me on my cell phone, and asks me
where we're going.&amp;nbsp; He also explains that he's following me, even
though he's in front.&amp;nbsp; So after another while of driving, we end
up at the mall.&amp;nbsp; We walk around for a few hours, and then head to
the resturant.&amp;nbsp; While waiting for an hour or so (it was Father's
Day as well as my birthday), my friends, and new friends, are
discovering that it is my birthday.&amp;nbsp; They decide to make a huge
fuss about it, and it doesn't bug me too much, because I know they do
it because they love me.&amp;nbsp; So... after eating a HUGE dinner, I had
to go pee.&amp;nbsp; And I come back, more stuffed than I could possibly
be, and people are looking at me and smiling.&amp;nbsp; The waiter comes
back with this HUGE piece of ice cream cake, and 8 forks.&amp;nbsp; We all
participated in eating this thing, and then we were all REALLY
stuffed.&amp;nbsp; With only remnants of whipped cream on the plate,
everyone is chearing for me to clean it all up.&amp;nbsp; Someone else
takes his finger and acts like he's going to lick it, but instead
places it on my face.&amp;nbsp; It was fun, and we had a blast, and even
though I turned 21, nobody got drunk.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Yippie.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
A few weeks later...&lt;br&gt;
I'm standing in the back of the kitchen, on a Wednesday night.&amp;nbsp;
The meal for dinner happens to be spaghetti.&amp;nbsp; An unnamed kitchen
worker brings a pot of spaghetti noodles to be strained, and pours it
into the strainer in the sink.&amp;nbsp; He claims that someone bumped into
him, though this has not been confirmed.&amp;nbsp; But what we do know is
that the water came out of the pot, into the sink, out of the sink, and
onto my right foot.&amp;nbsp; I screamed when I saw the water comming in my
direction, and then I SCREAMED when it was on my foot taking my skin
off.&amp;nbsp; The head of the kitchen, Lary, quickly comes over and helps
me get my shoe off, and I sit down, and we look at the damage.&amp;nbsp; I
was told it was a really really really bad second degree burn, since
there was no black and no blood.&amp;nbsp; But it was still a bad
burn.&amp;nbsp; Today, my foot is mostly recovered.&amp;nbsp; I'm still not
sure if I'l have much of a scar left, because it healed very nicely,
yet I'd still like to have some evidence of the incident.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I think that's about all the major excitement.&amp;nbsp; Sorry if this is
kind of a whirlwind post, with a lot of text but not much
content.&amp;nbsp; But hey, it's better than no post at all, right?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I love you guys&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
~Emily&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/605080715/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, June 21, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/599135738/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/599135738/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 20:31:48 GMT</pubDate><description>And then I had another celebration on my real birthday.&amp;nbsp; That was
fun.&amp;nbsp; I will tell you about it sometime, but my computer is about
to die, so now is not a good time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Camp is good.&amp;nbsp; I wish you were here.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/599135738/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, June 10, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/596690203/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/596690203/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 05:27:56 GMT</pubDate><description>So we celebrated my birthday yesterday... and today.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Since my parents are relocating, our old table had been sold, and we
were using the card table and fold up chairs.&amp;nbsp; Eventually they
found a K-Mart table they liked, and they got it.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it
has to be put together.&amp;nbsp; So yesterday, my dad and I go at
it.&amp;nbsp; Around 2:00, we head off to see Pirates of the
Carribian.&amp;nbsp; Turns out the showtimes on Thursday are not the same
as on Friday.&amp;nbsp; So we went back home, and finished putting the
chairs together.&amp;nbsp; We go out for dinner, and then come home for pie
and presents.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The first item is a harp pin.&amp;nbsp; Very nice.&amp;nbsp; 18K gold.&amp;nbsp; Green stones, probably fake.&amp;nbsp; But it's cool.&lt;br&gt;
The second item is a Peterson Strobe Flip tunner.&amp;nbsp; It's a really expensive tunner and is very good.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited.&lt;br&gt;
The third item is one of those outdoor decorative flags.&amp;nbsp; It has a
hummingbird on it.&amp;nbsp; I like hummingbirds, but recently I've been
cleaning my room, throwing away things I don't need.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure
what to do with a flag.&amp;nbsp; So that was... interesting.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Then we ate pie, and that was that.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Then this morning... I drag myself out of bed (which, by the way,
currently consists of an airmattress because my bed was sold...) and as
I walk toward the stairs to go down for food, I see my harp in the
living room.&amp;nbsp; That's normal, because that's where he's supposed to
be, but this time he's wearing a nice thick heavy duty blue
cover.&amp;nbsp; I've been wanting and needing one of those for a long
time, and now he's got one.&amp;nbsp; It's very nice.&amp;nbsp; And then later
today we checked the paper and got the correct times for Pirates, and
we went today and saw it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The movie was good, though there was a lot going on, and it was kinda
hard to follow everything, and remember who's double crossing
who.&amp;nbsp; But overall it wasn't bad.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I leave for camp in 5 days.&amp;nbsp; Yippie!!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
~Emily</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/596690203/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, June 06, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/595779786/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/595779786/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 00:01:00 GMT</pubDate><description>People can write some of the most random things on a blog, and sound somewhat profound.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The flaw comes in when everyone assumes that person is profound all the time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/595779786/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, June 02, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/594910303/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/594910303/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 02:37:35 GMT</pubDate><description>Finals are over.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Women's Chamber Choir went on tour, and that is over.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I have two weeks left before I leave for camp.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I got new shoes today.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
We're doing A Ceremony of Carols for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; For those of you
who don't know, it's a major work for Harp and choir.&amp;nbsp; I get to be
the harp.&amp;nbsp; At least one of them, assuming we have multiple
harpists who want to do it.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited about it, and have
started practicing one of the movements.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a lot
of fun, and I am going to learn a lot.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I got a haircut today.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'm sorta sorry about not updating here more often.&amp;nbsp; But then
again, only about three people read this, and I talk to you three
people, so you already know what's going on in my life.&amp;nbsp; So if
there's a fourth person reading this, but I do not talk to you, let me
know and I'll either update here, or actually talk to you, which is
more exciting than a blog anyways.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I love you three!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
~Emily&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/594910303/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, May 06, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/588962004/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/588962004/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 23:32:29 GMT</pubDate><description>Finals week is approaching!!&amp;nbsp; After this week, I will have no more
school until August.&amp;nbsp; That's quite an exciting thought.&amp;nbsp; The
first two weeks of my break will be spent on Tour, while the next 3 are
spent at home.&amp;nbsp; Then it's off to camp until school begins for my
final year.&amp;nbsp; Wow, it's weird to think that I'll only be here for
one more year.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I am really excited for camp.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to see how God will
grow me while I work in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; A friend and I are going to
begin memorizing Romans, so I'll be studying that over the summer, and
probably studying some Literature and History so that I can hopefully
test out if those classes when I come back.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention
attempting to practice a little.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a lot of fun.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Anyways, that's about what's been happening lately.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday a
group went to Hurricane Harbor, which is a part of Six Flags that has
waterslides.&amp;nbsp; It was really fun, but now I'm somewhat sore.&amp;nbsp;
But for hanging out with friends, it was worth it.&amp;nbsp; I finished my
Theory Final, and will turn it in tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I have a US
Government Final on Monday, as well as a jury I am not prepared
for.&amp;nbsp; On Wednesday I have my NT2 Final, and on Thursday I have my
World Music Final.&amp;nbsp; Thursday night is also our Spring Concert, of
which I am in 4 of the groups performing.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But on Tuesday... Ah, Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; That day I get to go watch an
Adventures in Odyssey recording session!&amp;nbsp; I am super excited about
it!&amp;nbsp; If I remember, I'll update here and tell you how it went.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
And I think that's it.&amp;nbsp; I love you all.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
~Aravis&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/588962004/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 13, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/583555031/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/583555031/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 03:07:08 GMT</pubDate><description>At the Sam Rotman Piano Master Class, as he gives instruction to our beloved Paulie...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"You know, one of the violinists who was playing for Beethoven wrote on
a tablet that the music was awkward, the positioning was just
awkward.&amp;nbsp; Beethoven said to him, 'You think I care about your
instrument when I'm writting music for my God?'&amp;nbsp; You see, the
fingering may be awkward, the notes are awkward,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; you're awkward&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Ah, so true...&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/583555031/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 06, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/582086353/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/582086353/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 14:34:31 GMT</pubDate><description>Forest Lawn Concerts finished last night.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who
don't know, I had a major big part.&amp;nbsp; In fact, a few weeks ago I
was really stressing out because I didn't know my part very well.&amp;nbsp;
The words of Dr. Plew to me last night were quite accurate.&amp;nbsp; "Two
weeks ago I was thinking, hmm, I'm not sure how this is going to
work."&amp;nbsp; I told him I was thinking the very same thing.&amp;nbsp; But
due to his pushing me, I discovered that I CAN do it if I put my mind
to it.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to Dr. Plew who brought out my best so I could
offer that to the Lord.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
HE is RISEN!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/582086353/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, March 31, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/580644113/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/580644113/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 06:40:32 GMT</pubDate><description>He who seeks to pass this gate&lt;br&gt;
A riddle first must solve&lt;br&gt;
The answer that will seal his fate&lt;br&gt;
Must all his wits involve&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
One thing with awesome strength is blessed&lt;br&gt;
Yet quakes before the smallest pest&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Stands so high yet sniffs the ground&lt;br&gt;
Without so much as stooping down&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Has no home or chair or bunk&lt;br&gt;
Yet holds his bath inside a trunk&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
If your first guess ringeth true&lt;br&gt;
Passage we will grant to you&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But if in error you guess my friend&lt;br&gt;
The door will bar, your journey end&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
BACON!!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt;
Just letting you know I'm still alive.&amp;nbsp; Concerts are next
week.&amp;nbsp; I'm almost prepared.&amp;nbsp; I have a presentation for World
Music comming up.&amp;nbsp; That still needs a good deal of work.&amp;nbsp;
Paragraph Summaries to do for NT2.&amp;nbsp; Big Brother is leaving for
Uganda on April 24th.&amp;nbsp; Please, please pray for that.&amp;nbsp; Parents
are moving in not too long.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for that too.&amp;nbsp; My
life is going through a lot of changes, and I am emotionally all over
the place.&amp;nbsp; I can see how God has been protecting me and doing
what's best for me, even when I don't like it.&amp;nbsp; I have become far
more sensative to knowing when I'm wrong.&amp;nbsp; I still won't admit it
though.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Please pray that my heart will be soft and moldable.&amp;nbsp; It WILL
become the shape God wants to make it, but I'm afraid that I harden it
so often He has to break it instead of simply letting it conform to His
gentle pressure.&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of things I know with my mind,
but not so much with my heart.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I was who knows how
old, I have known that Jesus loves me.&amp;nbsp; But now I am beginning to
understand what that means, and what the implications of that are.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I have no idea where I'm going with that, probably because it's late
and I'm tired.&amp;nbsp; But please pray that I will continue to grow and
have patience when God's not doing things my way or in my timing,
because He knows best, even (and especially) when I don't understand.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I love you guys&lt;br&gt;
~Emily&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/580644113/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, March 13, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/576482924/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/EmmaLeeJay/576482924/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 03:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description>So, is it just me, or does it seem like the deeper relationships go,
the more you're comfortable talking about things like... toilets...
and... going potty?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Or do I just have a very strange group of friends?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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