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But first, I'd like to admit my guilty pleasure of Maroon 5.

Okay, onto the dream.

Miles and I were sitting on the couch, watching TV, and arguing about something or other, as per normal.

My dad came bursting through the door saying "LOOK WHAT I BOUGHT FOR YOU GUYS. IT COST ME 85 DOLLARS AND 4 HOURS ON LINE BUT I GOT IT."

And he throws down Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Then he says "WELP, ENJOY."

Miles and I, both non Harry Potter fans, just stared at the book and said "Crap."

So we went on and on and on about who had to read the book.

"You read it, you've read all the books!"
"So have you! Plus you're older. You read it."

We ended up getting into a fist fight about who had to read the god damn book.

When I woke up, I was so relieved.


Basically just confirming my dislike of Harry Potter.

Dear you,

I've been having weird dreams with you in them lately. Last night I had one, where it was in school and we were in neighboring classrooms. I was at my locker, rearranging things and such, when you slid up next to me and whispered "hi." I just kind of stared, then asked why you were talking to me. You said because you'd missed it. I asked you to help me with my book report, because you probably knew more about the book than anyone on the planet, and you happily agreed.

Then I woke up.

I desperatly tried to get back to sleep so I could be friends with you again, even if it was just in a dream.

I miss the time we spent together. I miss acting silly and being able to laugh about it for long amounts of time. I miss talking to you into the late hours of the night about pointless shit, and then finally going to bed in the early hours of the morning. I treasured our friendship so much, and can't believe that my actions caused it to crumble.

Yes, my actions. I take full responsibility for not being able to talk to you anymore.

Remember that biology project? The giant cell cookie with the leftover halloween candy as the different parts? How much fun was doing that. And both the spanish projects? I miss those kinds of good times.

I wouldn't be suprised if you never even thought about me anymore; I'm not worth that. I was so horrible towards you, and I am so extremely sorry.

If by any chance you happen to read this, you can do what you want with it. Ignore it, print it and burn it, or even show it to all your friends so you can laugh about "how pathetic I am." It doesn't matter to me, it just helps to write all this out.

However, if the small possibility exists that you agree with me, I'm not hard to contact.

Love always,
me

My camera was sitting there, and I just thought "hmm...should I?"

And I did.

( and I don't mind, rushing through our, goodbyes. )

Sorry I haven't been around much! I was on vacation.

I have pictures!

( we were really bored )

YAY I'M SIXTEEN!

Since yesterday, at least.

More later

Hey, no update in a while, sorry guys.

ANYHOOT. This is what's beein going down:

Spanish Regents I passed really well, as well with my English final, and I'm going to do the same with the Global Regents (I'm not being cocky, I'm just amazing in SS)

On Saturday my dad took me and my sister Justine to the city as a birthday present. We saw Avenue Q. It was amazing. Seriously the funniest thing I've seen in a long long time (much much funnier than Urinetown). It deserved its 2004 best musical win.

Barret Foa has got to have one of the most gorgeous faces on the face of this earth. I seriously just wanted to run up there and grab him and never let him go.

And the Bad Idea Bears were awesome. So was Gary Coleman. And Rod reminded me of my dad. AND CHRISTMAS EVE HOLY CRAP.

If you haven't seen the show, see it. Now. I don't care if you live in fucking Guam. Get a plane and come to NY and see it. That way you'll know what I'm talking about.

I've been listening to the soundtrack over and over and over.


Other business, THE CHUCK PALAHNIUK READING.

Oh man, also amazing. My dad and I got there at around, 4ish? The reading started at seven. So we got third row seats. Which was yes, completely astonishing. Chuck arrived around 5:30, so the people in the FIRST THREE ROWS were able to go up early and get their books sighned. When I was about to walk up the stairs onto the stage where Chuck was, I was in complete awe. While Chuck isn't the most stunning looking man I've ever seen (he's your average joe) I seriously was staring him down. So I got up there, and he said "Who am I making this out to?" and I was like "EMILY! MY NAME IS EMILY!" because I'm a complete loser. I was wearing his neckalace and, well, here's how the dialogue went:

"Hey, that's a pretty cool necklace"
"THANKS. This really awesome guy made it for me."
"Haha. So when did you get your care package?"
"Around February. Probably one of the happiest days of my life.
"Oh, sorry it didn't get there around Christmas. I was hoping I could get as many of them out around then as I could."
(My dad motions for a picture)
Chuck: "Oh, a picture?"
(picture is taken)
Me: "I have a question, what do you do with all the letters?"
"Well, I store them all in a file cabinet, and I write exactly what I put in each package on all of them."
"Oh awesome. You must have a pretty big file cabinet."
"Yeah, but I would rather have a house full than throw them out. It was great meeting you."
(Shakes hand)
"....you too! Thanks!!!!!"

And from taht moment until the reading started, I was giggling like a little fan girl.

So the reading started, and he shot off by handing out meat-scented air fresheners and asked people to swish them around so the whole room smelled like meat (smell-o-vision esque). He told some stories off hand (which were all hilarious because tehy were true) and yeah.


blah i have to go, i'll update more later.

Peace guys.

[EDIT : 11:24]

Okay, back to the show.

Some of the stories included a first masturbation expirence with Cookie Monster, a way to lose your dignity after your dead in a porn house, and transmiting the aids virus to your pug dog. Sorry, you had to be there (but if you're REALLY curious then ask me, i'd LOVE to tell).

He read an excerpt from Haunted, a short story called "Hot Potting," which would make the queasy definatly vomit from the smell of the room and the story.

Then, he threw out prizes, which were fake severed limbs. I CAUGHT AN ARM! YES I'M AWESOME.

If you asked a question, you got a meat welcome mat. I had a prize and my dad said no.

Then came the McDonalds incident. Which has me laughing still. Okay, so since a lot of questions were asked, I forgot that I was holding the severed arm. At the end, since I already had my moment with Chuck, my dad and I left. We were hungry, so we made a pit stop to McDonalds. Keep in mind that I was holding three books, my purse, and a lifesize severed arm.

I walk into McDonalds, order, and wait for my food to be ready. While standing there, I dropped one of my books, but realize that I have no hands to pick it up with. Subconciously, I put the arm in between my legs and bent over to pick up the book. All of a sudden, I hear an extremely loud shriek from behind me. I whip around, grabbing the arm from my legs and holding it in the air. Behind me is a little girl, around 3 or 4, staring at me in utter horror, while her mother stares at me with an evil glare. It took everything in me to keep from laughing.

Well, that's it. I HOPE YOU READ IT ALL, BECAUSE IT'S QUITE INTERESTING.

Thank you darlings, and have a good day.

MICHEAL JACKSON IS FOUND NOT GUILTY ON ALL ACCOUNTS.


thank you and have a nice day.

UHM YEAH OKAY SO TOMORROW

I'm going to a Chuck Palahniuk reading in NYC.

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I'm not going to be able to sleep tonightttttt


UH AND ANOTHER THING THAT HAPPENED JUST 2 SECONDS AGO.


My dad walked in and informed me that I will be staying home from school tomorrow to go to the reading.

Also, that he will be getting me shoes from Old Navy (well that was partially me, I cleaned my room and they're 33.50 for two)

AND he gave me a copy of Stranger than Fiction

kso, today basically revolved around me completing my writers notebook. That being this thing for English where every monday and friday we'd get a topic and write an entry in our notebooks based on it. And, towards the end of the year (being today) we'd hand it in and get credit.

Well, I switched schools about one month into the school year, because of moving and all. So, I didn't have all the entries done.

All day, in every class, I was scrambling to write entries. About songs, feelings, people, events, animals, you name it.

In the library, Colette and Corey volunteered to write some for me. Corey wrote one and Colette wrote two. Basically lifesavers.

I was still one entry short, but hey, what can ya do.

30 days until the big 1 6!!! Woooo


kbye

BOOM pictures.

( And I can do the Frug! )

ON HAITUS

I'm going on Hiatus from all my journal sites.

I'm extremely stressed out, and I haven't been myself lately.

I'm tired all the time, and it's really hard for me to get into a happy mood.

Everything is so overbearing, and I just need to take a break.

I'll be back when I'm back.

Until then, I hope you all the best of luck in whatever you may find yourself doing.

EDIT
No, this doesn't mean I have fallen off the face of the interweb. My only basic means of communication is AIM, so if you have it you can IM me.

R4DIO STAR
/EDIT

My mom gave me a late Christmas present.

Her old 35mm camera. It's so neat.

It has a removable flash. So I can go around FLASHING PEOPLE.

BA DUM BUM CHHHHHHHH

( cameraa )

It's pouring outside.

It's also warm.

Wonderful weather, I kind of want to go outside.

Except I can see my neighbor behind me looking out the window. Kind of intimidating if you ask me.


My thumb is healing nicely.

OH MAN I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY. It was basically awesome.

I have good news and bad news.

The bad news is I got a really bad cut from a piece of glass.


The good news is I got to make one of the most ghetto bandages ever.

Wet napkin and scotch tape. Boo yah.

it'd probably be cooler if it didn't hurt so god damn much.