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Name: Emily
Country: United States
State: Oregon
Metro: Eugene
Birthday: 7/6/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Generally, interesting things. Specifically, Dreams, Dr. Pepper, Badminton, Watching people, Making movies, and unlike 99.5% of Mennonite girls in America, not coffee or scrap-booking.
Expertise: Storytelling, untangling slinkys, twisting people's minds
Occupation: Theoneanonly Mennonite actress
Message: message me
MSN: supergirlemzel@hotmail.com
Member Since:
7/17/2005
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| Just so you can know and feel sorry for me, I will tell you about the computer that froze in the middle of a blog post. I was writing a blog post. The computer froze. I tried to salvage the post by writing it down in my big blue notebook that's on my bed along with two pens, a cell phone, a note from Jenny, a pair of knitting needles, a skein of yarn, a little booklet that's supposed to teach you how to knit but doesn't do a very good job, a tracfone card, a cd, a laptop, and a nice little booklet thing containing 5 DVD's, wait, where was I going with this? Oh yes. I started writing it down but then I thought, "whatever," and stopped. I forgot the pajama pants. I have an extra pair of pajama pants on my bed. One morning I woke up with a weird pain in my hip, but it turned out I was just sleeping on one of my pens. I could re write what I copied down into my big blue notebook but I won't because it was all about some weird mold that I don't even want to try and look up the name to again and cell phone problems. Believe me, my cell phone problems are much different than your cell phone problems, mostly having to do with the difficulties of scratching that weird plastic silver stuff off the back of a tracfone card. Now I will talk about something new. Like...cows. I have never been able to like cows. They are so big and creepy and one moment you have this really cool place down by the creek, all these little houses in the trees and secret pools of water that you imagine you can see your future in and teeny tiny waterfalls that you know you must be the first to ever have seen, and the next moment there are cows everywhere. They stomp around until the ground is full of hoofprints and cowpies and they stink and are just plain creepy. Plus you never know whether or not there is a bull in their midst. And they are big. Very very big. Oh hey by the way where is the best place in America to go to get as far away from wheat as possible? | | |
| My mom is home. Everything will be fine.  Today I went on the official myspace of the Jonas Brothers, a.k.a., the current heartthrob band if you're between the ages of 10 and 14, and listened to this thing called "I say now" or something lame like that, which is basically this phone number where you can call and leave the Jonas Brothers a message, and they might call you back. Meanwhile anyone on myspace can listen to your message. It was very entertaining. One girl talked and talked and talked about how she has this dream of meeting them and how her Dad and her best friend tell her that she needs to stop being so obsessed about them but she doesn't want to give up her dream and bla bla bla until she was cut off in the middle of her sentence after about 10 minutes. About every five messages someone sang a song. Now why on earth you would want to sing the Jonas Brothers a song I have no idea. Especially since not only were they terrible singers, but the over-the-phone sound quality made the singing sound even worse. One girl sang "my country 'tis of thee" and then said that she wanted to run that song by them because she was planning to audition for American Idol. She also said that she would sing a Jonas Brothers song only she wanted to win Simon over. As I said before, it was very entertaining. I found another interesting thing to do online. Go to some blog that you read and go way way back in the archives and just read post after post after post... Fine. I'll admit it. I have WAY too much time on my hands. But I am pretty much bedridden again so the chief of my time is either spent online with a laptop, or watching movies, or just lying around in the dark thinking. There is of course plenty of reading and schoolwork that I should be doing but when I do either I either get a headache, fall asleep, or start thinking instead. I don't know why. I'm going to tell you guys a funny story. Today I got a stomachache from eating applesauce. Yeah and I'm totally not allergic to apples anymore! I mean, how crazy is that? There was fructose replacing the cane sugar too! Not funny. Gonna try again. Today I scratched my head cause the really icky bland sugar free hay-bale-shaped cereal I ate for breakfast made it itch like crazy and what do you know? All my hair fell out. It just so happened that right after all my hair fell out my grandma stopped bye to use our copier, and she was horrified. She said she'd pray for me really hard and it must have worked because my head stopped itching. Hey, by the way, do you guys know of a good place to buy hats? That was better. Too bad I lied  (wait, now that I think about it having an itchy head wouldn't have been too pleasant) My mom is home. That's not a funny story but it's true and it's good. I just thought of something. I don't have a life. Therefore, I should probably post on xanga more often than once a week. | | |
| AdviceIf you're the kind of person who likes to have a dressmakers dummy in your room, you might want to put it someplace other than the foot of your bed. It's pretty frightening in the morning when you barely wake up and think someone is standing there...some headless freak...
That's all the advice I have to offer.
You would do well to heed it.
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| depressing post again I'm sorry but that's the way it goesI've considered writing about so many different things, but I hate the posts before I finish them. I haven't posted in over a week. I'm sorry. I usually try to post at least once a week.
I know nobody likes to read about depressing stuff, but I don't have anything happy to say. I feel horrible right now. Under the bottom. I can't even remember the last time I felt this bad.
I woke up feeling bad, spend the day feeling worse, and then I took a nap like thing and woke up feeling under the bottom. (I came up with the expression "under the bottom" when I was trying to talk nonsense to my siblings and confuse them and it just seems to fit so well here) I knew I wanted some juice so I started inching my way down the stairs on my rear but thankfully Amy saw me there and brought me some juice and ibuprofen. I figured it would be easier to go down then up and I guess I must have looked pretty bad because Ben immediately offered to let me lean on him and helped me to the table, and when I suggested to Steven that I might like a chapati he immediately began making me one.
My optimistic side is saying it will probably go away tomorrow but my pessimistic side (which, in case you couldn't figure it out, is saying that it won't be gone tomorrow) is much louder because experience has shown me that it never goes away tomorrow. Wait, I remember one time that I did. Several years ago. That was amazing. Maybe that will happen again. You know?
I want my Mom. I want caffeinated Kenyan Black tea. I want chocolate. Why can't I have any of my comforting things?
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| Sometimes I post about depressing things that happen to me, because I am secretly hoping that someone will comment and magically have all the answers, and then, of course, they don't. Then I go on someone else's blog and here they have the same sort of thing, a depressing post about what is happening to them, and more than anything I want to leave a comment with the right answer in it but of course I don't know the right answer so I leave no comment at all.
Different subject. I went to school today to help out since it was the first day which means there were countless first pages to be read. I did things and did more things all day and then I came home and realized I probably should not go to Bible Study, seeing as how I didn't want to overdo things, so instead I took a nap and slept like a baby for FOUR HOURS. So much for not overdoing things.
I dreamed about Chinese people with red and green fire crackers.
Josh Clugston cracks me up so bad. He had a bit of a hard time reading, but acted like he really wanted to learn. He paused in the middle of the passage he was reading and was like, "how about you read a word and than I read a word? That's what my mom does."
"I would," I said, "except it wouldn't be fair, because all the other kids have to read everything."
Then he started fake crying, so I started fake crying too, all "boo hoo! I just want to be fair!"
He laughed and laughed and laughed, and then sat up straight and finished reading the page without a problem.
A different time there was this page of Ace talking to Baba, and every time he came to the word "I" he thought it was "L." "No," I kept explaining, "it's 'I', not 'L', because sometimes they leave the little marks off the top and the bottom."
"There are lots of I's," he said, "I want to count the I's."
So he counted them, and then started reading again. I think there were 10.
Soon he came to another "I" and again thought it was an "L." When I explained it to him again, he said, "Bike. Is bike and 'I' word? Can you say some 'I' words?"
So I said "dike" and "spike" and he laughed. "Let's say some 'I' words every time we come to an 'I,'" he said. But then it was break time before we got much further.
It made me remember back to when I had to read about Ace talking to Baba. I remember this one time when we had to read this page where Ace kept saying, "Mother is calling, Baba. I must run help her. I must go right away. Etc" and neither Justin nor I could figure out why Ace was telling Baba all this instead of just going and helping his mom.
Oh, here's another random different subject. The school should seriously get some new equipment. Yes, in the day and age when CD's are becoming old school, we have tape players. And not any kind of tape players, but old school tape players, if you can imagine that. Normal headphones don't even plug into them, you have to use these huge old uncomfortable ones. But I must say that little kids sure look cute wearing those huge headphones.
CANE SUGAR IS IN EVERYTHING.
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