I can't believe that the semester is almost over; it's flown by, and yet it feels like I've been here for years. In ways both good and bad.

Sometimes I wish he had never even contacted me again after 2 1/2 years of absence/having fallen off the face of the fucking planet. Before his epic return, it was like he never existed, a figment of my imagination. I was content with the idea that I was destined to graze this big, scary world all alone...and then he reappeared, and that idea was ( Read more... )

I'm debating if I should just delete this account, sign up for another, and start anew.

Thoughts?

Box Office, 23 June, 2006: Well let's see: my whole night (from 6:00 P.M to 10:30 P.M. -- oh those looong, crazy hours) practically consisted of me sitting in the box office (or the Box of Doom, as I like to call it. Or on my A.D.H.D. days, it's then deemed the Glass Case of Emotion. Thank you, Ron Burgundy!), and printing out tickets (the new ( Read more... )

I didn't feel like re-sizing any of the pictures. Laziness: 1, Emily: 0.


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I never update this thing..

Quick Update of Emily's "Life"

- Working two jobs now. Still at the theatre. Also working at Rue21. Kill me.

..and that's about it. Someone just take out in a field and shoot my fucking brains out now. Please?

[poemilee enters the room, shows all she still lives (somewhat), exits, stage right...to hell]

Fin.

Well, today is moving day for Emily. Oh, but to bring people up to date, I am now a proud owner of an apartment. My friend Mackenzie and I just put in the deposit the other day. It's pretty nice. There's still some work to do, like add our own touches and whatnot. It's kind of exciting/frightening. I'm more than certain it'll be okay, though ( Read more... )

( Can you say, 'Oh fuck me in the ear, it's a goddamned survey,' boys and girls? )