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TheQueenofDenileAria
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Name: Em
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: New York City
Birthday: 10/19/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus!!!!!
Lifegroup*
Playing Dress up.
Eating Icing with Ems!
Reading, especialy in Central Park,
When it's sunny and breezy outside!!!
Singing! Twirling!
Dancing, Dancing everywhere,
Dancing down the streets, Dancing in the store
Dancing on the Subway!
hehehe
People...
Loving People!!!
Expertise: Being Quirky, and Falling Down, and Procrastinating!!! ohh and My vitamins that are actualy gummy bears but they're vitamins too!
Budgeting..... hahaha no i'm totaly Joking!
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
1/20/2005
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| Currently spilling scone crumbs in my bed! That makes me miss maralee! I think we might have survived at least alittle better as roomates if we would have had a room this size. Oh and also if we both weren't spoiled selfish bratts!
So i've been back in New York for alittle over a week, and I'm pretty much ready for a vacation.
Just a day at the beach or something would be delightful, I think i'll try and go out to mantauk in a couple of weeks.
School started today, which fo rme meant studio started today. it was good, interesting! In all honesty it was somewhat frusterating. Not the studio itself, that was great and i'm really really excited about it. But the people in it, though i really shouldn't make snap judgements, i seriously doubt that i came across today as anyone to be particularly excited about.
Honestly I think i'm just in a funk! I got in this weird mood yesterday and I haven't been able ot shake it just yet.
We'll see what we can do about that. I hope.
okay well i thought i had more typing energy than i do so oh well. | | |
| In Response!I've thought it over for a while now and I Absolutley agree whole heartedly with trisha's suggested parker drinking game! HaHa . . . Besides, as she correctly assumed, I had already been playing it, and though the word "hammered" could fit into the conversation, it would not be used to suggest that I had completely hammered out the rules! No, it's a much more vague excerecise which seems to occur more out of neccesity than recreation . . . hmm? So tomorrow is more Parker, and the last of the Moving out of our home. It Sucks! It Suck Big Hairy Sourcraught Balls . . . It's just the begging of ALOT of Leaving and Goodbying that I will be doing on a very very permanent level this coming fall . . . hopefully the mass of my chest will fall into that catagory as well. Well, we're staying with our neighboor steve tanner, and i have to work too early tomorrow so i should probably drug myself and go to sleep! XoXo | | |
| PARKER = Champagne in A Bottle of Green TeaI'm at parker, I gave in and I decided to work here for the rest of hte summer to make some money for New York... I f my credit card bills don't swallow it all first
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| You never know what treasures your computer holds. . .So I have been going through older files on my computer, (sidenote) it is strange to me that I have now had this computer long enough for enything on it or in it to qualify as "old", but it has come to be.
anyways, i found this delicious little treasure, which i have decided is probably the number one BEST thing i have EVER written. . .please to enjoy:
(what i belive to be March 17th, 2006)
I have this morning added new layers of meaningful depth to our metaphor of New Jersey as Hell! I actually just witnessed a guy lift his Metalica t-shirt and scratch himself. Here where ironically titled smooth jazz mixes with the yellow glaze-like dew of the prepackaged pastries, things which only the insanity of the New Jersey airport would make you consider eating, with names like Cheese-Danish and Choco-chunk-muffin…
During the car ride here I actually prayed and begged God not to let me die in New Jersey. That would be horrible and not even tragic, just depressing. The teenage girl population is out on their way for spring break in the traveling uniforms. Who knew there were so many combinations of colored velour sweatpants and Ugg boots, topped with “the messy top of the head bun, and frosty or rather chalky pink lip-gloss, the skinny northeastern girls in their awkward adolescent not quite prettiness, the older women with their socks and slip on sandals with their hairspray hairdened semi-teased almost-mullet.
I see fear in the eyes of an out of place cool rocker sitting near to me, it is unspoken but I understand we have come to an agreement, if the plane goes down, we’re getting our own raft.
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| My grandmother is dying. slowly and uncommfortably and all my poor mom can do is watch, it hurts me to see both of them and my grandfather suffer, it makes me angry and sad. This is one of the reasons i have a problem with life, because of how horrible death usually is. Not necessarily for the people dying but often for the people who are left behind. i know my logic is terrible but knowing that doesn't help, it still makes life seem so much worse. sometimes it makes me seriously wonder what is the point?
i don't even know why i'm writing all this, i just felt helpless and felt like maybe this would help. it hasn't really. but i don't really know that anything can | | |
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