I understand that a few people were pissed that I didn't blog yesterday.  Unfortunately, no one pays me to do this (someday, right?) and I do have a "real" job.  For the next few weeks I'm working in a very busy department and there are constantly people looking over my shoulder.  Have I mentioned that my biggest dream is to work at a magazine and ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is the day that "something big" happens at Starbucks.

I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight in anticipation!

I'm so conflicted.  Today Ian told me that I have transformed into "strong Emily."  I have not.  I am Emily who does not know what the hell to say.  I am Emily who of course still feels love and sorrow and heartache, but Emily who knows that she should have done this months ago.  I want to believe that manipulation is not the driving force, but ( Read more... )

 Writing my senior thesis was probably one of my biggest accomplishments thus far.  It's very difficult to create a coherent piece of work from start to finish.  I had been trying to write a "book" since I was in high school.  My drawers are filled with beginnings and endings, but nothing solid.  I remember when I handed my thesis into my professor ( Read more... )

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Romaly got ex-nayed on Idol last night.  I felt pretty bad for her, but it was the most awkward situation ever when she hid her face in Kristy Lee Cook's breasts.  I was sitting there on the couch with Rita and Jeff and I kept repeating: "Oh my God, Oh my God, she's going to have a nervous breakdown.  She's going to have a nervous breakdown."  I'm  ( Read more... )

I feel as though this blog is really my job, and this floating, administrating, and assisting situation is just something "real" to put on a resume.  I think writing is more "real" than this boring cubicle job.  Agreed?  Agreed.

I'd like to sign off today with my American Idol thoughts.  Please tell me if they bore you (I probably won't stop, but I' ( Read more... )

When I called my mother throughout this time, I could expect to hear one of two voices answering the phone. There was the groggy “I’m lying on the couch” voice, and the upbeat “I’m at work” voice. These voices were interchangeable. I could hear one in the morning, and by late afternoon it could have shifted into the other. However, when she was ( Read more... )

 
It was summer when it happened. I don’t remember the weather, and I only vaguely remember the feeling in my stomach.   I was waiting tables at a restaurant on Newbury Street. Most nights I went out with my co-workers and tried every trick in the book to get myself an alcoholic beverage. I rarely succeeded, but it didn’t matter because I was about ( Read more... )