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Going Carazy
May 01st
:God Emperor of Dune-Frank Herbert
:Remember the Name-Ft. MinorSup_playas,
How are we doing? Great? Well that’s fabulous. Me? So-so. Despite being grounded (well I think I am…but I won’t be the first to ask) and the whole basement thing, I’m holding up. But just barely. I’d like to take this time to thank my music player, head-phones and friends for keeping my on the sane side. Some days I just wanted to scream and throw myself in front of a car. But I didn’t…obviously.
They are done with the sealing of the basement, now we just need carpet and drywall. Then…and only then, will I be at my normal sanity level. Which isn’t saying much.
I swear, it’s an epidemic. All of a sudden, most (if not all) of my close friends are having guy/girl problems, and they are telling my all about it almost constantly. I’M NOT COMPLAINING. Neither am I saying to leave me alone in my without-boyfriend-sort-of-getting-tired-of-not-having-one-but-there’s-currently-no-one-I’m-really-interested-in-gah state. I s’pose all of this means I’m trusted. Which pleases me and makes me glad I didn’t turn out like Cupcakes. I listen, comment, and bare it with you and I’m glad to do it. But it gets difficult with all of the other stuff (up there^^). Again, I’m NOT saying to quit or anything like that. Just stating a fact. If you need to talk or whatever, I’m willing *music swells* an aww, moment, yes? But seriously, I’m here ^_^.
Friday, I’m going to a Bonfire at Co Co’s. I can’t wait…we’ve been planning it for weeks. I’ll get to see everyone, and have a heck of a good time *nods*. Wombat…you still owe me that cookie.
I’m sick…but not too bad. Cough, sore throat, achy, headache…that sort of thing. But I’m taking Advil and so’s not that bad. I’m hungry now…so I’ll let you all go…
Rising Waters
April 04th
:Book of A Thousand Days~Shannon Hale:Fighter~Christina AguileraShe sits on the large desk. Not at the desk mind you, but actually on it. Her knees are to her chin and her neck is bent towards the computer monitor. Her brown hair is pulled up in a messy pony tail. In her ears she can hear is the music booming out of her ear buds and in the background, the constant vacuuming. Glancing down, she sees her water wrinkled toes. She wiggles them; they are like ice after the long standing in the water. She peers over the screen, grimacing at the site. Brownish water oozing out of where the brick meets carpet. It’s still on the surface Eight inches; it’s never been this bad. To her left, near the couch and TV, it has been growing gradually darker with the water.
At the end of her key board sits an empty Mountain Dew can, complements from her dad before he dragged himself up the stairs and back to bed. With her left hand, she grasps it and brings it to her lips, hoping for another drop. Nothing. She stares mournfully into it, contemplating going to the car for more. Maybe later. Her sister is vacuuming the closet. Give it a few minutes and the water is almost an inch deep. It isn’t even completely sucked up before the cursed thing needs emptying. If the dragging of the shop vac continued, her arms would be horribly sore in the morning. One-hundred and thirty pounds when it was full. She glances at the clock and it reads 2:15AM. Bleargh. She didn’t mind staying up all night… at sleepovers anyway. She wished for a friend to keep her company but knew that wouldn’t happen. This all nighter would have to be pulled alone with…her sister.
She almost wished that she hadn’t finished that book: Book of a Thousand Days. Some might have said that that book saved her basement from certain destruction. She was not one of those people. If she had only restrained her reading desires and gone to sleep. But she hadn’t, when did she ever stop? Usually when she was about to pass out from weariness. Curse her book-lovin self. When she had stepped out of her bathroom, one glance to her closet left her dismayed. Water, that nasty brown shade was up to an inch. Great, She had thought. Just when I thought it wouldn’t happen. Couldn’t we have had one time when it stayed dry? The blue shop vac sat where it had all day in anticipation for the grand event *sarcasm*. She grabbed it, and immediately went to work.
Everyone was asleep, and when she thought about waking her dad, she didn’t “I’m exhausted.” He had said earlier, to no one in particular. But when the shop vac was full. She had no choice. She had tried using small containers to carry the water to the shower where she emptied it. After two trips she decided it was pointless. The water was still coming in, and coming in fast. She stepped where it looked deepest and it nearly covered her painted toes. “Irresponsible Twit.” She muttered, just because she liked to say it…it made her smile remembering where she first heard it.
So she padded upstairs, the lightning flashing every few seconds. Her parent’s room was dark and she came to her dad’s side of the bed and poked him. He didn’t stir. She poked him again. Harder. Nothing. She kept it up, while thinking about shouting at him, when he woke up. “The basement…dirty water…really bad…full vacuum…carried containers…AAArrrch!” She had said, confusing her sleep-addled dad. Then she had stalked off. Her dad followed dutifully, and watched as Emily hopped on the wet spots demonstrating their soaked nature. When he had left, she had changed from her pajama pants to soffe shorts.
“Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you!” Sings Mariah Carey from her speakers. Back to the present. Strange choice of music, yes? She had added almost every song to her playlist…Including Christmas ones. She lip syncs, bobbing her head to the music. Wishing she could break out into a full song and dance routine but alas….there is no audience. And she can’t dance anyway. “I won’t ask for much this Christmas…I won’t even wish for snow!” Broadway here she comes.
Her eyes are now heavy…the Mountain Dew wearing off, she seriously considers going to her dad’s car for another round of cans. She rubs her eyes, yawning. 3:01AM. Her computer has been moved to on top of the credenza, perpendicular from the desk. For this spark of genius, she congratulates herself. Why didn’t she think of it earlier? Now she can use her computer to amuse herself. Never having to move it again. Glancing down…she realizes that her toes are now purple! Gah. Not from the cold water…but from sitting on them for a while. Erin’s vacuuming the closet again, leaving Emily with nothing to do. She writes better late at night anyway. A small patch of wetness grabs her attention on her finger. Great a paper cut. It can’t get any worse. It really can’t.
At this time…she gazes up at the ceiling, half expecting it to come crashing down on her poor, tired head. She snakes her head around the monitor a second time and is highly relieved to see that the flow seems to have slowed. At least…it’s not so brown. Er…high. But it still needs to be vacuumed again. So she heads off to her room to wrestle the vacuum from her sister. 3:11AM>
She returns, without a vacuum but with another Mountain Dew and her trusty blanket. She types away, taking a sip now and again. Her bed is calling her, but she doesn’t give in. Fifty dollars is at stake. That’s right, the sisters are both promised $50 for their efforts. The younger one tried to get their dad to consent to being ungrounded instead, but their daddy declares he’s too tired to make anymore decisions. He’s a wily one he is. It is now 3:22AM and Emily decides to stop for now. 1,049 words. Quite a blog post, eh? Be proud Betsy. Drown in her awesomeness…but don’t drown…’cause that reminds her of water…and they’re not on speaking terms.
Au Revoir
Blogism
February 01st
:The Silmarillion~J. R. R. Tolkien:Don't Touch This~MC HammerHappy New Year! A month late I know...but I've been internetly off-kilter ever since NaNoWriMo. But, I'm finally getting back into it all. FanFiction writing and Rping.
Well, what have I been filling my spare time with you may ask? I'm not sure, It was all kind of a blur. Good news, I've turned Sixteen! And I got my permit. *Angellic chorus*. Awesome right? Yes...Uber awesome. Driving has been going well, apart from almost running off the road my dad yelling at me and hitting the curb three times. So yes.
The holidays were a very large blur. I miss my Christmasses when I was little...it was all so magical (*winces* sorry for sounding so cliche) now it's not so great. The presents aren't so good, mostly because my Grandparents are getting older, and less mobile. But my parents...well I don't know what the deal is. Not to sound ingrateful, cause I did love a couple of them (a 2gig travel drive being the favorite).
Last week...or the week before (I can't quite remember) was Chuck's Winter Retreat. I enjoyed it, though it seemed different in strange ways. I won't go into it, because the only person who reads this is Rowena and we've already discussed it at length several times. But it was fun, and I can't wait for the Summer Camp in July. Cheers,
Blogism
October 09th
:Into the Mist~Patrick Carman:Bubbly~Colbie Caillat*comes out of hole blinking nervously* H-hello everyone. Did you miss me for the last month and a half? Well things have happened, Itaque tu omnis vocabam. *Therefore I will tell you all* heh..showing off my Latina Christana skills. Sometime I might just write a whole blog post in Latin...perhaps i'd get extra credit.
First of all...my camera has been stolen. Yes, Pansy Cyberfluff I is gone. I am sad, unhappy, miserable, cheerless, distressed, downtrodden, melancholy etc. But I will be getting another one sometime around Christmas unless the thief gives it back (which my dad says is very unlikely) It was stolen in a church. I know it's almost laughable...only it's not. It was a homeschool meeting and we were really bored and so we all decided to run around for a while. Exploring. So we go in this Sunday School Room and set our stuff down. Then someone says we should play hide and go seek. Being the kid at heart I am, I agree. We leave the room (with my stuff in it) and lo and behold! IT LOCKS BEHIND US!! We tried everything...paper clips, knives, even running and kicking the door *nervous giggle* but nothing worked and we were required to leave it there till the secretary could open it for us. So Wednesday we go back (It had gotten locked in there monday night) and my mom goes in. She comes out a few minutes later with my purse, Cupcakes grabs it and says, "Your camera isn't in here!" and of course, being Cupcakes, I don't believe her. She hands it to me...and it really isn't there! So, along with my camera, they took lipliner, lipgloss, and lotion. So i'm assuming it was a woman. My dad says that if we find out who did it, I can press charges. Which I will. Most definitely.
I had oral surgery two weeks ago, they were uncovering a tooth that was tilted sideways so it couldn't come down. It's feeling much better. That's all I will go into it.
I was accepted to PotO Online Beta! I'm very happy. It's an excellent game. I love it.
I think I'll Go to Boston
August 28th
:Trickster's Choice:The Medallion Calls-Pirates of the CaribbeanWow...three posts in one month? I'm on a roll! My parent's got back from Boston yesterday. I made a cheese cake for them...a regular cake that I made to look like cheese *grins* I put some of the pictures up on facebook. If you don't have one, I'll just tell you about it. It's an orange cake with part of it cut out. That's about it. But it really looks like cheese in some pictures. They were gone for four days and Rae Rae from church stayed with us. I wasn't as much fun as I thought it'd be, but Pooh, Bon Bon, and Taa Taa came over on Sunday. We watched Monk.
I'm using paragraphs now! (O.o.O.o) I'm trying to learn the whole piece of Fur Elise (I made a rhyme). I have the main part down, just two other "movements." I love it though, and I hope to play it somewhere soon.
Because my phone is crap and my dad just got a new orange razr, he's letting me use his old one...which I don't like all that much but at least it has bluetooth and will actually charge properly. It's just until I get my new phone (PINK RAZR) for my birthday. I can't wait. He's also getting me a pink calculator for Chemistry. My dad seems to enjoy getting me pink electronics. I'm definetly not complaining though. I love them all. I really like naming stuff too...
I'm Emmy and I'm addicted to You Tube. I mostly watch people singing. Found a video...David Tennant singing and dancing! It scared me. Rowena and I decided that we prefered American musicals over British (Except for Poto..and probably a few others.) Then I decided to watch what the video came from. Except for our beloved Davie...High School Musical was better, and we all know that's saying a lot. I watch a lot of John Barrowman singing...he's so gay! It makes me sad...such a waste of fineness. *sniff*
Blog
August 21st
:The Odyssey~Homer :(:Killer Queen-~QueenI am officialy a webmistress...! Down There *points* doesn't count because I wasn't when I wrote it...but now I am...and I am happy. The Doctor Visits the Dentist is officially up on
Blog
August 14th
:Nothing :(:Any Dream Will Do~Joseph and Tehnicolor Dream CoatWorship me for I am officially Webmistress. I now have a new Domain name and a new layout. I love it, very lovely. I am actually writing this as I edit the coding...so technically you're seeing into the past *creepy*. The site you're looking at right now does not exist. Whooo...whooo! *sighs and shakes head*. Recently I went to Venture River and although I love it there....several things dimmed the glory. I burned my feet on the pavement, got ditched, lost a semi-important piece of my favorite swimsuit and for a few days after my face looked like a tomato. I really got to know myself and had very deep thoughts during the five hours I was alone...not. The deepest I had was, "that jet sure is high." Co-op has started, and I like Literature and Chemistry...but not Latin and History. After five years, I still can not figure out why I need that much latin. The sad part is i'm still not fluent. My ficcy is going well, though i havent written in a while (I hate Co-op). I hit a bit of roadblock...but I think I fixed it...oh well.
