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Emmy, A perky fangirl with geeky tendencies and a love for writing. Enjoys fluffy fan fiction, reading, british/scottish male actors, certain blonde elves, Doctor Who, shopping, the color purple, singing, correct grammar, web design, piano, music, photography, clear starry nights, and much more.
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A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Slow Me Down |
:I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You - Ally Carter
:Footprints in the Sand - Leona Lewis
Haven't blogged in a while (though I suspect no one read my last one -sad sigh-). So here's a recap of the past couple of months.
1. Finished my second novel, won my third NaNo
2. Nearly killed my car
3. Had a fabulous Christmas Concert
4. Applied to college
5. Got a raise
I feel terribly boring. But I wanted to blog anyway. Here comes a lame attempt at a deep philosophical post.
Last week (or was it two weeks..?) I went to St. Louis with the youth group. Our yearly shopping trip. It was very fun. I bought stuff. Lots of gorgeous clothes. And lots of food. Of course. I buy way to much food. It's obscene. Seriously. Lots of tea, and Sonic Route 44s, and burgers, and tacos, and frappaccinos [Quick shoutout to my Starbucks buddies <3!]. Well talk about chasing the rabbit...
Anyroad, Shopping. Had an amazing time, even if the guys held me back shopping-wise. :P. But I made up for it later. With my sister no less O_o. She's easy to shop with, strangely enough. I totally got a couple of the guys to try some sushi :) and to use chopsticks :D. Riding up and back wasn't that fun, since I was alllll the way in the back of the van with a dying iPod. I was so lonelyyyyyyyyyy. So lonelyyyyyyyy. I had nobodyyyyyyyyy to talk toooooo [Ooooo]. Kudos and cookies for whoever can name the song I was singing there. >_<
For the next eight months or so, (and probably the next four years)my money is already spent. Car payments, phone bills, tuition, a laptop, my iPod upgrade, and a new phone. On slightly-higher-than-minimum-wage. Gwarrrrrrr. -palmsmack- But hey, think of all those new electronics. :D That will make me a very happy bunny. I'm getting the camera this week since I'm going to BASIC next weekend. And I have the money for one. Pansy Cyberfluff III.
David Tennant is no longer the Doctor. I'm very sad. His final episode, tears were just rolling down my face for the last twenty minutes. -sobs-. I got it back together 'bout midway through the end then completely lost it all over. -sigh- We shall mourn him. I really hope that Matt Smith will be a good 11th Doctor. I'm going to be very upset otherwise and throw stuff. At least we won't have Russel T. Davies' plot holes and his obvious crushes on cast members.
Four Days Later
So I'm obviously too strange to start a new blog post, since by now I've already been to B.A.S.I.C. (and had a fabulous time might.I.add.) Rowena, you missed out totally. I missed you terribly. And you too, Jackie Chan-try, and Noda, and Emily. -sniffles- It just wasn't the same without you all. But Inkgirl and I had lots of fun without you people. And I sucessfully avoided performing a puppet show. :D. A show similar to 'The Mysterious Ticking Noise.' 'Nuff said. I do believe the red lipstick incident that occured at Summer Camp pretty much set me for life, embarrasing show-wise. But I digress. :D
One of the reasons I love writing so much is, like music, it calms me. Writing out my thoughts, it sooths me. Speaking, I'm going to trip over the words and become confused. Not so with writing. It's something ablsolutely brilliant. Fantastic. Writing is my ultimate creative outlet. I can create my own world, and live all of these impossible dreams through my characters. Assassins, Spies, Random musicians. There's nothing greater than to be drawn into a good book and have a few hours of trouble-free adventure. So yeah. :)
Because I'm a dork, that's why.
Em
Trippin' |
:Trig Book -A loser
:Life After You - Daughtry
Current word count: 35,500
Yeah, so I'm super stressed. Beyond stressed. There's so much going on right now, It's quite hard to handle. NaNoWriMo, ACT prep, Biology, upcoming surgery, Trig, Work, sleeping, remaining sane, and just keeping everything together in general. I'm so incredibly tired all the time (all my fault, really) My day usually goes something like this...(on a day I work and have class, anyway)
Wake up completely exhausted.
Shower (I'm usually a bit revived once I'm through)
Go to my desk and muck about for about half an hour. Then get to work on Bio and ACT.
At 12, I leave for class. Come home usually around 2-ish (unless I go to Sonic)
Do some Trig homework.
Get ready/go to work
Get home about 11, scan over my internets.
Write for two hours.
Sleep.
And repeat.
My eyes always have that teary-eyed sensation, and I blink alot. And I ache. My knee, my back, and my wrists sometimes. Can't be healthy. /rant.
But hey, NaNo's going decently well. I'm a bit behind, but I'm working my hardest to get back up to par. I'm going to put an excerpt in...or two
I immerged to find not only Stephanie waiting for me with my ‘chariot’, but also Owen and two others. The first other was a woman with graying hair and a severe disposition. “Miss Victoria,” She stuck her hand out, “I’m Adele Knowles. Your new employer.”
“Eh?” I blinked. To Owen I said, “Is this part of what you’re going to explain to me?”
“Does she know anything?” Adele shot to Owen, “I told you…”
“You tell me a lot of stuff,” he rolled his eyes. “Do I listen to all of it? No, ‘cause if I did, I’d be dead right now.”
“Ooh, pwned.” Stephanie quipped.
Adele whirled on her and glared. “And you, young lady. Owen tells me you---“
“Alright!” Stephanie burst out, clapping her hands together and adjusting her glasses nervously. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Sounds good.” The second other stepped towards me. “I’m Jay Davis, the unfortunate relative of Stephie here.”
I shook his hand. I could definitely see the familial resemblance. “Victoria Winters.”
“Oh, I know who you are.” He gestured towards the chair, “Shall we?” To Owen he said. “I’m giving her the tour and explanation.”
“I’m supposed to.” He replied indignantly.
“You’ve had your chance, now I’m taking it.” He winked broadly at me. “Besides, she’s absolutely adorable.”
“Fine, go for it.” Owen sighed.
“In that case,” Adele stopped Owen from walking off. “I need to talk to you. Right now.”
“Sweet.” Jay mumbled under his breath. “Now, if you’ll just get in the chair, Madame.”
I complied, slightly bewildered at all these strange people. “I’d like an explanation, please ‘kay thanks.”
“Right-o.” Jay wrinkled his nose. “Whoa, I’m not saying that ever again.”
“Now, if you don’t mind.” Annoyance at the delay crept in my tone.
“Fine. Sorry. Wow, you’re intense.” He raised his eyebrow. “Anyway,” He grasped the handles and propelled me forward. “The first thing you need to know is that, we’re all insane here.”
“Oh my gosh, Jay, just get on with it!” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Honestly.” She huffed and went back into her room.
That's mostly an example of random waffling.
Here's some substance...
Heck, you know what? I'm going to just put it in a word doc.
Right Here.
That's really all I have to say...at the moment. But I felt I should update. Ohohoh. There's a password for the document. For security and stuff. You'll have to call or message me for it. Paranoia and all that.
Wait no, I lied. I complied a list of the nicknames for people I mention in my blog. Here's another document with that list so there won't be any confusion. Ta Da. Same password as before.
Konban Wa,
Emily
Narrative |
:The Truth About Forever -
:Hey You - Tokio Hotel
The following is an excerpt/trailer from an actual novel that I wrote recently. I apologize for the fault in the credits...I was too busy sacking those responsible to notice they were crap.
She stands at the ready as the counter ticked down. At thirty seconds until, steam bursts from it, only to be sucked up in the vents. She wips her forehead with her gloved hand, grime leaving it's mark there. All is silent in her ears as the bright red numbers flash.
This is it. She thinks to herself.
At ten seconds, she takes the shining metal handle into her palms and lifts it experimentally. She turns slightly at a burst of sound and winced. They are coming. In droves. She'll fix this, and then take care of them.
When the timer hits zero, she goes to work. Punching the button to stop the noise, she glances backwards again. Ten seconds was all she'd give herself. She shoves on the wheel, straining to get it to turn. Time is running out.
Finally, the stubborn wheel gives and spins wildly. More steam rises from the metal machine. Hissing reverberating all around. With all her strength, she shoves down the lever and flings the lid open. The heat sears her arms, but she hardly notices as she stares into the frothing mass. With quick and practiced movements, she lifts the basket out of the box with the metal pole. Swinging around, she feels the weight in her hands shift.
With a horrified expression, she watches as it all comes crashing down. The insides of the basket fly in all directions, and she's helpless to stop it.
"EMMY!" Kyndergarten cries out.
Emmy glances up from the devastation at her feet to see Kyndergarten standing not two feet away, hands on hips. Flashing a sheepish grin, Emmy gestures at the mess. "The nuggets. They jumped, I swear."
JK. That was me spilling a whole basket of nuggets. Thought I'd make it as dramatic and exciting as possible. xD heh. My novel will most definitely not be about the Chicken Palace.
So I'm taking a self defense class. Yeah, I'll have mad kicking-guys-with-slightly-unsavory-intention's-arses skilz. Foshizzle. On the last night, a police officer man fellow will attack us. And we will have to defend ourselves. Yeah. And for all of you haters out there who are laughing to yourselves and saying, "Emmy, hit someone? HARD?! HARHARHAR." I'm wiry. And the teacher said I was doing really well with my parries, blocks, and strikes. So there. :P But from now on, no one is allowed to sneak up behind me. Because I WILL hit you. Also, I'm not allowed to show anyone my moves for various reasons. 'Cause then I'd have to kill you. In the class my nickname is 'Lefty' because I'm the only lefthanded chick. Which means they have to switch the pad thingers to other arms for me to hit it. Mhmm. Cupcake's nickname is 'Toe Jam.' She was wearing flip flops instead of normal shoes. So she's Toe Jam now. Bahahahaha.
Anyroad,
Lefty
Misery Business |
:East - Edith Pattou
:Vanilla Twilight - Owl City
Konbanwa,
This is an official notice. To make up for the the severe lack of updates in the past (Apologies to go Noda, Rowena, and the late Wombat.) you get two blogs posts instead of just one. The other one's Down there VV. The first one was written when I thought I was about to get my blog back up, and I love it so much that I couldn't yet dump it's dead body into Archives. So it's there for you to comment on and enjoy.
So, apparently I can draw. Go figure. In Logic class I was inspired by Inkgirl [her random doodles are fantastic!] and copied the comic-like picture on my binder. Posted on Facebook. I'm absurdly proud of them. Ooooh, I am absolutely full of bull/fluff when writing thesis statements. It makes me laugh. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT NUCLEAR POWER!
EDIT: So I lied. I never put it up on facebook. So here it is >>>>Random DWho doodle.
I've totally gotten NaNoWriMo fever. I've had it for quite sometime (since about the beginning of September). I have a magnificent plot. My problem is that I really have no clue on how to get from point A to B. It's my problem every year. And that's what messes me up. If anyone wants to hear out my plot problems, say the word. I'll be happy to rant/talk your ear off. I'll keep it under an hour, I promise :).
On a slightly similar, yet unrelated note...
Last Thursday (October 1st) I went to the Ortho again. It's going to be another six weeks (I think) until the surgery will take place. I'm not entirely sure about the dates and everything (getting appointments will take some time) but my jaw will soon be so incredibly hot that you'll need sunglasses. Feel free to bask in my glow. So chances are, I'll be drugged up for the end of NaNo (which, considering how crazy we all are, might not be such a bad thing...). So, I'm going to have a super mad dash in the beginning. I'm thinking at least 3K words a day. Booo Thanksgiving. Am I the only one who doesn't look forward to Thanksgiving quite as much as in the past? Only because my entire [extended] family thinks I'm an idiot for writing 50K in a single, solitary month. And I'm pretty sure they think I'm a hermit. No lie. And one of my sets of Grandparents has dialup, and we're most likely going there this year. I'm so going to keel over and die if I can't update my wordcount regularily. Who wants to be my official wordcount updater?
I've joined this library club thing-y in the Calvert area. Basically it's a bunch of uber fun crazy people (one girl collects plastic knives; she steals them from her school cafeteria. I think she has over 80). I go with Inkgirl and Ziracona. We all love some of the same books, have Zombie Survival Seminars, and read our writings to each other. We're all so psychotic in there. Ah, I love being a dork. You meet the coolest people. Seriously, like my Norwegian friend, my Mennonite friend, my invisible friend...although I wish I could find cool people like Rowena and Inkgirl have found. The guy who raises Tigers, Nazi Boy, Nom Tom...mine are boring in comparison.
Owl City as the best lyrics EVER. I just go all dreamy and calm listening to his songs.
And since I don't have anyone to sing them to, (besides my family, and as you'll soon see, they don't quite apply)I'm typing them up for you guys.
From "If My Heart Was a House..."
Chills run down my spine
As our fingers intwine
And your sighs harmonize with mine
Unmistakably I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me.
...
Circle me and the needle moves gracefully
Back and forth
If my heart was a compass you'd be north
Risk it all 'cause I'll catch you if you fall
Wherever you go
If my heart was a house you'd be home.
"Vanilla Twilight"
The stars lean down to kiss you,
And I lie awake and miss you.
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,
But I'll miss your arms around me.
I'd send a postcard to you dear,
'Cause I wish you were here.
I'll find repose in new ways,
Though I haven't slept in two days,
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
But drenched in Vanilla twilight,
I'll sit on the front porch all night,
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.
I don't feel so alone.
My major has been changed. From Psychology to English (though I'm still planning on minoring in creative writing and voice). Writing, and all that entails, is one of my passions. Makes a whole lot more sense than Psychology. I can correct grammar in some publishing house for the rest of my life (taking long vacations to all corners of the world between projects) and I'll be perfectly content. I'll be in some choir, and come home everyday and play my grand piano. Get married somewhere in there [sooner than later...], have a couple kids [This is soooo random, but I think the only pet I'd like having is a fish. The idea of a cat is nice, but I don't have a whole lot of patience for animals. I wish I could have a lamb, or a panda...] Wow, talk about chasing a killer rabbit.
Choir has been going fantastically. Sunday I recorded my audition for a super prestigious honor choir. Two hundred girls from eleven states. And there's a guuuuuuuuuuy choir. And there's a party at a fancy hotel in the city that's hosting it. I can't wait to buy my dress :). So among 200 guys who all are guaranteed to have gorgeous voices, there must be at least one John Barrowman look-a-like. Preferably one who's not gay. I will be finding out in November if I made it.
BaiBais,
Emmy
Blog, the first |
:Ella Enchanted [Again] - Gail Carson Levine
:Sound of Settling - Death Cab for Cutie
Allora,
Finally after roughly a year. I'm back. Well, my blog's back. Finallllllly. During my hiatus, I had this lovely layout ready for when I got my blog back entitled 'Twilight Reverie'. Not the books or movie, mind...but the time of day.
[The following is a slight rant regarding exactly how gorgous the layout was, and why Emmyls couldn't use it.]
It was calm.
It was mysterious.
It was deep blue-ish.
It seems it was the reason that my blog didn't work.
I'd tried uploading it many, many times with no success. Epic fail, every single time.
It was beautiful.
It was the first layout I never had problems with.
-a moment of silence-
EDIT: It was the first layout I never had problems with until I tried putting it up. Which makes it the most problematic of them all. Perhaps it was shy.
Note: I am well known (sort've) for personifying inanimate objects beyond what is normally required for enligsh homework.
Example:
[setting] Emmy's iPod (named Winston) has been taken from her as penance for grievances committed against the Powers That Be.
Em: Please mum, can I have my baby back?
Mum: Not for two more weeks.
Em: Nooooooo! -Falls on knees wailing for what has been lost for an eternity in the pit of eternal damnation.-
Mum: -rolls eyes-
Em: But Winston needs his mama! Y ou can't leave him in foster care where he'll be picked on and unloved! He'll die in the system! Forgotten and lonely... -dramatic wiping of tears-
Mum: No.
Em: -stomps out of room singing 'It's a Hard Knock Life' at top of lungs.-
Based on Actual Conversation.
Run! For sanity's sake, run! Flee, flee for your...*ahem*
Anyway,
Exciting Piece of News #1: I have my full driving license.
Exciting Piece of News #2: I am a Senior.
Exciting Piece of News #3: I have money nearly all the time.
Exciting Piece of News #4: I forgot.
Exciting Piece of News #5: Patrick Carman is following me on twitter!
Exciting Piece of News #6: I am a self published authoress.
Exciting Piece of News #7: I can go to Wal-Mart anytime I please.
I believe the first piece of news is rather self explanatory. So, I won't go into it. The fact that I'm graduating in less than a year is a bit terrifying. Sure, I'll be away from home and able to do whatever I want etc. But that's the point, I won't be a little pony in a fence anymore. I'll be a wild stallion [so to speak...not a stallion. Those are boys] running through the world, the wind in my hair etc. If I mess up, there won't be anyone to catch me. On my own.
I have a job at the Chicken Palace. Yep.
Still forgetting.
OhMaiGoodness! -Fangirl Squee- F.Y.I: Patrick Carman is an actual published author of some of my favorite books. He followed me first. I've finished novel numero uno and received a proof copy online. In actual book form. If I choose [and I do, I just haven't gotten around to it yet.] I'll set it up so people can actually buy the thing. -throws confetti-
Would it be considered strange for someone to be writing a blog post in a notebook while lying on the floor at one AM and wearing sunglasses? Just checking.
Cheers,
Emmy
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