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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


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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

a happy post for once

Well.......I went to the doctor and they stuck a needle in my arm and lots of blood pumped through the needle and through a little tube and into these glass vials and Mom held my hand and joked about how this is the one time she gets to hold my hand, yadda yadda yadda.

After that was all taken care of and there was a cotton ball and a bandaid on my arm, Mom asked the doctor if there was anything she should know about the results from the previous blood test I had taken. I don't know if you remember or not, but a while ago I got a blood test to see if I was allergic to Oregon, and everything came up negative except west nile, but of course we already knew that I had west nile. The secretary had told us this over the phone.

The doctor looked over my records and informed us that, when I got tested way back in, I don't know, October or something, my west nile count was 57. When I got the last blood test, on June 10, it was 39. Normal is 30.

OK, yeah, I was a little confused about what exactly those numbers mean, but I got the gist of it.

I AM OFFICIALLY GETTING BETTER.

It was very, very, encouraging. He said that if I was tested again in six months he would almost be positive that it would all be gone. I could have cried for joy.

I want to go to Bible School next year. I would love to. Oh, and Kenya? Is it possible that I'll be able to go to Kenya too?

Of course Kenya and Bible School are months ahead, but honestly, this is the first time I've actually thought I might be well enough to go both places. I don't know, I just seriously think some times that I'm gonna be sick forever.

I wish I could put little rainbows and candy canes and smiling suns all around this post to indicate how happy I am.

Somehow, the idea that I could still have months of sickness ahead of me doesn't bother me. Just so I can get well. I just want to know that I'm actually gonna get well.

The Doctor also seemed to think that once I have an update on what foods I'm allergic too, that will help me feel better and get well faster. I certainly hope so. That would be like amazing with a cherry on top. A good cherry, not one of those awful ones the color of Marilyn Monroe's lipstick that they really put on top of ice cream.

 


Monday, July 14, 2008

Just me talking about things

Well well well

Yesterday was the best kind of good day. There are good days when all your friends and siblings and parents are working or lazy, and so you end up just surfing the net or lying around reading like you would on a bad day. That is the sort of day today is. But yesterday was church and Sunday dinner away from home and a nice youth thing in the evening. Wow. Lots of stuff for one day.

Wednesday I'm getting lots of blood sucked out of my arm. After the blood test results come in I may be able to eat chicken or cranberries or goat cheese again, but I also may find new things I'm allergic too. Still, I think I might like to have new things to be allergic too just to mix things up a little. Then again, I sort of lost my taste for apples and oranges and icecream, and I never did like olives or goat milk or tin. Who eats tin anyway?

Ha! That reminds me, once Preston told me that he and Justin figured out why I was so sick. Their theory was that I was building a tin shed and got really hungry.

But I would love to eat chicken and drink cranberry juice again.

I have this weird habit of highlighting and then clicking to make the highlighting go away rapidly while I read anything on the internet. I've gotten so used to it that I can hardly read anything online without doing it. But the problem is, I keep accidentally clicking links. It's very annoying.

Sometimes I wish someone would come up to me and say, "hey Emily, let's make a movie!" It's always me trying to get other people to make movies with me.

Somehow two huge moths ended up in my room last night. I attacked with vengeance. One conveniently landed in the trash can before I killed it, but the other one left moth dust all over the carpet. Ick.

dum de dum

I read a story the other day about this girl that went to a cabin with her family but there were moths everywhere and she hated them. The story had a terrible ending. She saw a moose and learned some sort of spiritual lesson that didn't really have anything to do with moths. I didn't get it. What I wanted to know was, did the moths still bother her? How did she deal with the moths? I mean, hello, 80% of the story has to do with a girl hating moths and you're not even going to resolve the part about the moths?

I don't know why I'm still writing. This post has no point. It's like the moth story mentioned above.

I love having a clean room but I hate cleaning it. I wish I could love a messy room. That would solve a lot of problems.

OK bye


Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Good lives (idiotic title, I know, but it's what the post is about so big deal)

Sometimes I think my life is pretty good. I have a new, big-but-not-too-big room filled with wonderful fascinating things. I have a canopy bed. I have my own computer, my own video camera, my own dress form. Sure I don't have a lot of money, but I don't have anything to buy and I never go shoping anyway. Everybody keeps giving me wonderful things.

Everyday I wake up in my beautiful canopy bed, with a satin bedspread covering me and fuzzy orange pillow under my head. There is always breakfast and Kenyan tea sitting on a tray on my computer chair.

I can sleep in as late as I want. I can go to bed as late as I want. I don't have to help with many chores, and if I am working and don't feel well because of it, Mom/Amy will usually be lenient. If I ask someone to do something for me they will usually do it. I can read books or surf the net or watch movies or hang out with my cool interesting family. I can write stories or read stuff I've written years ago or go into my amazing closet and become any character I feel like being.

Sure I feel sick all the time, but if I'm not really doing anything it's easy to ignore it, and life just goes rolling right along.

In other words, I have a very easy life.

But whenever I go xanga surfing and see people who, in their "about me" section, write-----

i is just one of the "runners" in this crazy race we call life!!

or

I love life and making new friends.

or

I'm on the ride of my life, and hanging on for dear life!

Or when I go on facebook, and there is a colum on the right saying things like---------

"Susie Smith" is aching from a long day at work...

or

"Jessica Miller" is going to the lake.

Or when I go on virtually any young person's blog and read, "Sorry I haven't written in so long, I've been so busy..."

That's when I tend to get jealous and hate my easy life.

I normally don't want to be normal. If you would have asked me a year ago if I wanted a normal life, I would have said, "no way!" but by "no way" I would have meant, "I want an extraordinary life. I want to do things with my life." Not, "I don't want a normal life for a teenager, I want a normal life for an 80-year-old lady, minus the grandchildren." Which, if you think about it, is essentially what I have.

I want a normal life for a teenager. I want to ache from a long day at work. I want to be so busy that I don't have time to post on xanga. I want to run the race of life instead of being pushed along it in a wheelchair. I want to be on the ride of my life, hanging on for dear life, instead of siting on a park bench wishing I had enough money to go on the ride.

Sometimes I have these dreams where I'm married or dating, and I wish I wasn't married/dating, but I don't know how to get out of it. I didn't even decide to start dating or get married in the dream, it's just like one day I woke up and realized, "oh my, I'm married. Why did I ever get married?"

Similarly, It feel like someday I'm going to wake up and realize, "you know what, I've never really done anything in life. Why haven't I ever done anything in life?"


Saturday, June 28, 2008

Seriously folks, why do bugs have to stink so bad after you squish them? I'm sure this is what must happen every night when the husband bugs leave for work.

Husband bug: Well dear wife, I'm off to torture as many people as possible!

Wife bug: Oh do let me put some more really really stinky stuff under that tough shell of yours.

Husband bug: Thank you, dear wife. If I am squished, I want to smell as bad as possible.

Wife bug: (tearfully) Oh dear, do be careful. You won't let yourself get squished will you?

Husband bug: I will try my hardest not to be, but you know how humans are. The more you torture them, the more they want to squish you. Ah well, I don't go down easily. If they have the nerve to squish me, even if they use a tissue, my horrible hidden scent will cling to their fingers no matter how many times they wash them. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha.


Thursday, June 26, 2008

Lists

5 things I don't understand about life:
  1. Why everyone always seems to be bored and/or dissatisfied with their life.
  2. Why every xanga site has a little box way back inside it that says "memories," as if you're supposed to randomly start writing down your memories on someone's xanga.
  3. Why people don't like to read.
  4. Why I'm still sick.
  5. Why I can only think of four things right now even though I'm always thinking of things I don't understand about life.

5 things I've learned because of my sickness:
  1. No matter how many blood tests I take, they're all going to come out negative.
  2. It's easier to lie when random people ask "how are you?" than to try and explain the truth.
  3. The whole idea that "God is never going to give you more than you can handle" is silly because you can handle anything if you are forced to.
  4. I am going to be sick forever.
  5. No matter how bad it gets it could always get worse, but somehow that thought isn't comforting in the slightest.

5 things I wish I was able to do:
  1. Like every type of food.
  2. Always have something clever to say.
  3. Not be afraid to do things unless they are actually dangerous (like jumping off a cliff or swimming with sharks).
  4. Read slow moving classics without getting bored.
  5. Make the most of life, despite my illness.

5 things I wish I had:
  1. Picture frames to fit all my lovely fairy tale pictures (that came off of a calender but are still beautiful).
  2. Better video editing software.
  3. A place in my room to set my dress form (which, by the way, we finally figured out how to adjust).
  4. Magic potion.
  5. Some of that bbq pork from that chinese restaurant in Junction City. You know, the place with the really gross water and the waitress who gives out back rubs.

5 weird things I've fallen in love with in a dream (or at least had a crush on):
  1. A bird that was sometimes called a firebird and sometimes called a snowbird.
  2. John Travolta's character in the movie Grease (I don't remember his name, probably due to the fact that I've never even seen the movie. Just read about it.)
  3. This big black guy who was in this Christian band that had one song called "Eva was a mermaid." Only each time they sang it they made Eva a different thing (such as, "Eva was a cheeseburger" or Eva was a mouse"). He also worked in a mechanical pencil factory.
  4. This guy that controlled (and lived in) the clouds, had really powerful black hands, wore silver earrings that were actually little scissors, and reattached my hand to my arm after it came off when he tried to pull me up to the clouds with a rope tied around my wrist.
  5. A clothespin.

5 reasons I should end this blog post:
  1. Hello, I'm making lists, which is pretty much at the bottom of the post totem pole (at least for me.)
  2. It is totally like, 3:30 A.M. although I'm not really tired and I don't have to do anything tomorrow, which isn't really the point.
  3. I forgot how to spell Christian (which pretty much means it's time for bed).
  4. I'm complaining way too much.
  5. I'm anxious to fall asleep and see what weird thing I'll fall in love with or maybe just get a crush on tonight



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