tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50893985982111561292024-02-07T11:58:27.020-08:00dream in japaneseEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-83606902516658712012010-09-18T12:05:00.000-07:002010-09-18T12:07:49.111-07:00i feel like all the progress i made in terms of independence this summer is going away.<div>sometimes i hate college for throwing you into a place with only people your age for 3/4 out of the year.</div><div>i miss home. i miss everyone from home.</div><div>i do love school but something is missing lately- maybe it's not living near everyone, or feeling they have their own lives going on now and i need to have my own too.</div><div>from now on i won't be who i was last year. i have to do this on my own.</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-49238028270235775452010-07-27T08:43:00.000-07:002010-07-27T08:48:55.372-07:00i feel:<br />lonely<br />empty<br />frustrated<br />unmovtivated<br />sad<br /><br />definitely in quite the summer slump.<br />i'm losing the very few people i thought would be the ones that would always be there when i went to college.<br />i always want to be in bed.<br />my grandma is in the hospital.<br />it's sad how much i have to control myself so i don't act out to my family.<br /><br />on the plus side.<br />my internship gave me an excellent summer...<br />along with a few people in montgomery that made me realize it wasn't so bad.<br />and the distance i thought would ruin my relationship won't really be there anymore.<br />maryland is going to be amazing this year.<br />i'm becoming more independent and growing into myself.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-64589565939087203932010-05-01T13:40:00.001-07:002010-05-01T13:40:38.332-07:00even if you're gone i'm going to find a way to make this summer amazing.<div>i deserve it. </div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-17164053441009116162010-03-07T16:57:00.000-08:002010-03-07T17:00:30.031-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i feel extra super ridiculously lonely today...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but not in a bad way.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i was so certain of myself and everything is changing now and maybe i'll leave here, maybe friends will change, maybe i'll relocate a few times,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but i can change things for myself and make things work they way i want them to.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lately i've felt like a shitty person but</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">last night it wasn't too cold and my mouth was sticky sweet with vodka and juice and</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the stars were finally visible</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and i could feel something big starting.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-79994947087698899962009-12-09T19:28:00.001-08:002009-12-09T19:28:49.763-08:00little shadow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/7513/tvs235b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1020px; height: 576px;" src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/7513/tvs235b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-40975608650020478962009-12-08T20:54:00.000-08:002009-12-08T21:13:04.731-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so today was the last day of my english class, and it was a little sad, due to the fact it completely restored my love of literature. today was one of my favorite days so far, we dissected poetry by ted hughes, w.h. auden, and phillip larkin. the poem that stood out to me the most though was "Musee de Beaux Arts" by w.h. auden. It's written about the painting by Pieter Bruegel depicting the fall of Icarus. Instead of having the classic Greek myth as the subject of the painting, it's only an insignificant part of the painting, which is focused on the common people going on with their daily jobs tasks. I loved the message the poem sent across, that although pain and suffering haunts the world, life essentially goes on. This sounds like a cheesy, encouraging message to send across but it in</div><div style="text-align: center;">stead focuses more on the apathy that is cursed upon society, that so many average things coexist with such great pain. Also, I just find the myth of Icarus particularly interesting. Anyway, here is the poem and the painting so you can get an idea of it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 297px;" src="http://poetrypages.lemon8.nl/life/musee/icarusbreughel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">About suffering they were never wrong,<br />The Old Masters; how well, they understood<br />Its human position; how it takes place<br />While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;<br />How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting<br />For the miraculous birth, there always must be<br />Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating<br />On a pond at the edge of the wood:<br />They never forgot<br />That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course<br />Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot<br />Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse<br />Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.<br />In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away<br />Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may<br />Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,<br />But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone<br />As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green<br />Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen<br />Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,<br />had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-81160482594591355322009-11-28T08:55:00.001-08:002009-11-28T09:02:38.550-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">i thought i would come home to find comfort in what was, what used to be my inspiration. after three months in maryland i found out nothing will be like it once was, i most likely won't be able to lie in my floor and look at my window and think because there are so many new thoughts and places crammed inside my head. i thought coming home would be some release, especially for writing, but i only found that it's been easier and easier for me write at school, to find places where i let me head and hand take over. i'll always love it here, but it would be naive to claim that nothing has changed. although it was exciting to see my friends and family again, thanksgiving break was a little unsettling. every time i saw someone i had to rush to fit my new life into words in under and hour, and had to take in everyones' new lives in the same amount of time. maybe it's because it's november and i generally hate november and that's why it was a little unpleasant for me with the cold and the bare trees but i just felt trapped between two places, one that i'm starting to identify with less and less and one i'm starting to call home more and more. maybe it's because i know that some of the people i care about most won't be here for break and that i have to worry about this summer and visits and all the things i didn't have to care about at school seemed real here. there's no doubt coming home was great it just...wasn't what i expected. </span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-46595227175187957932009-11-20T12:17:00.000-08:002009-11-20T12:18:07.544-08:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“what is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with the years. the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-30764122991126942742009-11-11T16:49:00.001-08:002009-11-11T16:50:32.174-08:00i like rainy days of stir fry, talking about harry potter, volunteering at the co-op, being arm's length in bleach for two hours while discussing music, watching bad romance over and over, writing a s/s 2010 review while allie and julia sit on my bed and read vogue.<div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-79844028410910492732009-11-09T16:11:00.000-08:002009-11-09T16:23:53.232-08:00and i hang like a star<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyQ-WS22wcWMWG2oZQRNDhFyOMqYGyKLpVT9ZrhkVxj81HsNbrg7dG-wGmfKiom_obHmywJHUw5LcE7Od-Kvc_tl5lGO_y52nMP4u1waFmbj-bbynm3PBPIQyvdV_FV7yhL-8JIwc0rs/s1600-h/15433_1234062451462_1226190425_30974169_6756084_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyQ-WS22wcWMWG2oZQRNDhFyOMqYGyKLpVT9ZrhkVxj81HsNbrg7dG-wGmfKiom_obHmywJHUw5LcE7Od-Kvc_tl5lGO_y52nMP4u1waFmbj-bbynm3PBPIQyvdV_FV7yhL-8JIwc0rs/s320/15433_1234062451462_1226190425_30974169_6756084_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402262781404693474" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">d</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ays like yesterday made me so excited to live here for the next four years. </span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-77252422910179275812009-11-04T20:28:00.000-08:002009-11-04T20:30:01.263-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to put it eloquently...leaving here is going to suck.</span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-87909100255449283832009-11-02T21:24:00.000-08:002009-11-02T21:33:10.274-08:00rave on<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sometimes i get distracted and i was looking on blackcigarette and found that love post, the one i couldn't quite understand then but still admired it. looking back on the pictures, quotes, messages of love, it made me realize, that's us, we're one of them. what used to feel unreal has finally begun to sink in and make an impression on me. maybe its because i count the days til we're back in the same place, it kind of makes me a little crazy when i only miss you more everyday. last night you texted me while i was sleeping so i'd have something to wake up to, telling me how much you love me. love never carried so much weight, we say it so much, but i seriously felt it when i looked through sleepy eyes at your 5 a.m. message. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sometimes it gets hard and you feel too far and i think of what it would be like alone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i mean, i wouldn't die, since i'm mostly alone here, but i couldn't imagine life devoid of sleep dates, adventures, and spending hours talking. you're the only one it's so effortless with, so entirely consuming that i used to want to scream and run around after we saw each other. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i know it's crazy to plan the next three years but i really hope one day its easier for us, where we don't have to put each other through the distance, through the questioning of what each other's lives are truly like, through irrational anger.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i want late mornings waking up near you and exploring cities and feeling close. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i kind of like this love thing.</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-39472865378440152692009-10-29T19:00:00.000-07:002009-10-29T19:01:25.387-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i miss summer</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i miss new york</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i miss home</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i miss adventures</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i miss feeling restless there</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i hate feeling restless here</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i hate this feeling</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i don't know if this will work</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fuck</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-22621942316216564542009-10-27T03:36:00.000-07:002009-10-27T03:38:34.320-07:00dover beach- matthew arnold<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><p class="poetry" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, 'Helvetica sans-serif'; text-align: justify; margin-top: 20px; font-size: 12px; text-indent: 0px; margin-left: 90px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', Verdana, 'Helvetica sans-serif';">So my favorite class this year, even above my history of popular music class, is my english class. I take british literature 1800-present and it solidified the idea that i am either double majoring in english and journalism or minoring in english. Last night, I had to read this poem while I sat in my hall while all of my friends were decorating the walls with pictures and putting paper over the lights. I love a lot of the poetry but this poem I thought was especially beautiful...so enjoyz. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', Verdana, 'Helvetica sans-serif';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The sea is calm to-night.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The tide is full, the moon lies fair</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Upon the straits; on the French coast the light</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Only, from the long line of spray</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Listen! you hear the grating roar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">At their return, up the high strand,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Begin, and cease, and then again begin,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">With tremulous cadence slow, and bring</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The eternal note of sadness in.</span></div><p></p><p class="poetry" style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 20px; font-size: 12px; text-indent: 0px; margin-left: 90px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Sophocles long ago</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Heard it on the A gaean, and it brought</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Of human misery; we</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Find also in the sound a thought,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Hearing it by this distant northern sea.</span></div><p></p><p class="poetry" style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 20px; font-size: 12px; text-indent: 0px; margin-left: 90px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The Sea of Faith</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">But now I only hear</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Retreating, to the breath</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And naked shingles of the world.</span></div><p></p><p class="poetry" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, 'Helvetica sans-serif'; text-align: justify; margin-top: 20px; font-size: 12px; text-indent: 0px; margin-left: 90px; "></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Ah, love, let us be true</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">To one another! for the world, which seems</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">To lie before us like a land of dreams,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">So various, so beautiful, so new,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And we are here as on a darkling plain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Where ignorant armies clash by night.</span></div><p></p></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-50315385573530434272009-10-25T21:02:00.000-07:002009-10-25T21:04:52.720-07:00all is love<div style="text-align: center;">sometimes i get angry that i can be a hateful person </div><div style="text-align: center;">and people and things can set me off</div><div style="text-align: center;">then i kind of get this happy feeling just from life</div><div style="text-align: center;">it doesn't make sense but</div><div style="text-align: center;">even if i'm in a fucking college wasteland</div><div style="text-align: center;">i have little things</div><div style="text-align: center;">like metro rides and wandering around dc</div><div style="text-align: center;">and planning and hipster dancing</div><div style="text-align: center;">and who i used to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">merging with who i am</div><div style="text-align: center;">i'm happy with myself</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i know nowhere else would be better</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i can see things and say things</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i'm the only one in control of it</div><div style="text-align: center;">this won't make sense but it does to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">i like having myself there and</div><div style="text-align: center;">creating what i want around me</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-83372099549751701262009-10-18T20:49:00.001-07:002009-10-18T20:59:03.004-07:00your best friend sticking up for you even when you know you're wrong<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we might have left home and started college and new lives...but we'll always be a couple of freaks destroying facebook about kyle xy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">today, on the metro ride home, drops of jupiter was the first song that came on shuffle and i started tearing up because I can be away from home and still get the warm feeling of having people so important and meaningful in your life that you feel lucky to be alive. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this is a really fucking lame post but i get to see the first person since i've been at school that knows me inside and out on friday. i may have seen the boyfriend and the parents so far but this is someone who has always been there since the time I was crying everyday about how nervous I was for my bat mitzvah....it's a little different. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i really just want to roll around and scream because i everyday i feel more comfortable here and everyday i get more in touch with the dreamer, writer, thinker i was before i left home. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i'm just really fucking happy.</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-32507343481802040752009-09-30T16:23:00.001-07:002009-09-30T16:24:43.575-07:00allow me to re-introduce myself<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a. lagy gaga was everything i could've imagined and more...more later.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">b. why is jay-z SO FUCKING GOOD. besides the blue print 3, i just downloaded the black album and am obsessed. why was i so late on this?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">c. i have more homework than i'd like to admit tonight..fack.</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-42592836232508834652009-09-24T23:20:00.000-07:002009-09-24T23:21:11.459-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">i knew i was content when i was actually distressed about leaving my friends for one weekend. this is my home now.</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-2645828263502334642009-09-21T15:33:00.000-07:002009-09-21T15:35:06.384-07:00it just feels good when you're next to me<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">7 months.</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-24790143437518449222009-09-20T21:06:00.000-07:002009-09-20T21:13:35.172-07:00really awesome radio show<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">so, this may not be a big deal to the rest of the world but, I GOT MY OWN RADIO SHOW AT SCHOOL.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this all began on thursday when i trekked it over to south campus with my friend vicki to check out the WMUC open house. upon arriving to the small studio, I felt slightly intimidated but upon meeting a few people i realized that everyone there was friendly (with excellent music taste). I had to apply and interview first, but the interview consisted of questions about my favorite member of wu-tang and least favorite band. I fell in love with the studio and had been anxiously waiting to hear back to see if i got a show. today i found out that from 6-8 am on tuesday mornings i'll be working on the FM station (also streamed online!), which is really crazy since I'll be on an actually FM station in maryland. It's amazing that I have my own show but more importantly, these are the people i'd been looking for at maryland- crazy, obsessed with music, and interesting. i essentially did nothing else today but hang out with my friends on my floor and get food. but i couldn't be happier. </span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-7657188772572526652009-09-19T12:55:00.000-07:002009-09-19T12:57:24.820-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polanoid.net/pix/13318/POLA_13318_12533806131_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.polanoid.net/pix/13318/POLA_13318_12533806131_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">was i too idealistic?</span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-75750837020320400642009-09-18T13:19:00.001-07:002009-09-18T13:21:01.370-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">yesterday i ran on forty minutes of sleep, saw the president speak to my school, applied for a radio show, danced at a sketchy bar, and had one of my most significant talks at college with one of my closest friends here.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-2785745095980203382009-09-14T14:21:00.000-07:002009-09-14T15:34:56.698-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">+ gossip girl is back on</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">+ thrifting tomorrow</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">+ obama at UMD on thursday!!!!!! (so so so incredibly excited)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">+ potentially getting tickets to mgmt on friday and seeing wale</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">+ dan deacon on saturday</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">+ 11 days til vermont</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">+ lady gaga in two weeks</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-43447220425894330222009-09-14T10:06:00.000-07:002009-09-14T10:07:35.673-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">sometimes a song restores my entire faith in humanity and right now it is this one:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">enjoy world!</span></span></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089398598211156129.post-15652210847647730732009-09-13T19:43:00.000-07:002009-09-13T21:55:55.966-07:00spotaneous<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">today, one of my friends and I decided to fuck our homework and our journalism work and take the metro to where ever we please (probably the best part about going to the university of maryland).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with only our purses filled with cellphones and my disposable camera, we set off for the metro station and decided to explore dupont circle. the best part was ascending up the ridiculous escalator in the metro station, not knowing what we were going to see when we got out (neither of us had ever been). we started the journey by buying krispy kreme donuts and documenting our adventures with my camera. our first stop was a bead store, then we discovered an amazing bookstore with a bar in the back and expressed our need to be real people so we can drink and read books. we went into a sex shop a la ghost world and giggled at the outfits and whips. we found a store called tabletops and i bought the indie rock coloring book and dreamed of decorating my own house. we talked about our favorite books as kids and the news and life in general, writing and our futures and everything. it was truly an excellent day and i felt renewed on the metro line home. this school may not be perfect for me, but i managed to find people who are like me and love me for it. i couldn't have asked for much more. </span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01629868462185628876noreply@blogger.com0