Down wit' da' DC Talk.

I went to Grand Forks yesterday and purchased "intermission: dc talk the greatest hits." It is a rippingly good CD. These guys write some the of most wonderful lyrics I have ever heard. However, by listening to their style of music, especially the early stuff, I have concluded that the 90's were a drak time in the music industry.


Life is a bunch of malarky, Emily

Buried emotions.

Today I bumped into an old crush of mine. We exchanged words and went about our business. He was with his girlfriend so I did my best to refrain from greeting him more enthusiatically than I did....that could be awkward.

The odd thing was that is wasn't the fact that I saw him (I assumed our paths would cross again at some point) it was my reaction to seeing him. Once I realized it was him, my heart began racing madly, had I been wearing a tighter shirt I sure my pulsating heart would have been visable to him, and I spent 3 minutes getting up the courage to say something. I was all but 100% postitive that all my feelings for him had dissloved. Apparently not. I had convinced myself that we would make a horrible match and, ironically enough, had just this morning congratulated myself on the fact that I rarely thought of him anymore. Maybe it's impossible for one's logical thoughts to conquer what one feels in their heart? It's a thought I pondered the rest of the day. That and I scruitinaized my every movement and word. I kicked myself for wearing my crappy, yet comfy, sweatshirt and for having my hair look so...blah. Meanwhile his adorable girlfriend looked perfect, as always, and her well-conditioned hair was blindingly shiny. Gag.

If anyone knows the answer to my burning question...do let me know.

-Emily

Headbanging boys and faces from the past...

I had an interesting discussion with my English teacher today. We are assigned to write an innugural address as if we were to be president. He was spouting off his typical "blah,blah can't inforce morality in schools, bush is a simple-minded twit" speal. Even though am I horribly wary of political debates of any kind thanks to M.A. I opened my yap and before I could stop myself said "Do we lose points if you don't agree with our speech?" He gave this agast look and said "What kind of person do you think I am?" He sat himself on the empty desk in front of me and situated his body as if it was going to be one of those long " how does that make you feel" speeches.

"Emily, don't you think I'm opened minded?" I had my doubts.

"Why don't you think I will like your speech?" Uh-oh, this was getting into dangerous territory. I would have to make an assumption about my teacher.

"Um...well, I think you're a democrat, and...um...I'm a republican in every sense, so I doubt we would see eye to eye on anything." There I said it.

He began to explain his political beliefs to me. He wasn't republican or democrat...or so he claimed. But he refused to tell me who he was voting for, although he would be voting. He made several statement that I found plain wrong. I would have corrected him if I hadn't been so intimidated by his being my teacher...he offered to give me an articale to read on What bush and Kerry really think.( Hmm...give me an article...where have I heard that one before?) I laughed at him. He's a CNN junkie. However, something tells me I haven't had the last of my discussion with Mr Jones. Maybe this time, I'll get it done right.

Shimmy, shimmy, shake, repeat, Emily

Shimmy. Shimmy. Shake. Repeat.

It's Thursday. That makes tomorrow Friday. Yayness.

Classes are being a bear. Mass Communication has the largest test of the entire year coming up next tuesday. We are going to start working on the next issue of the school paper. We barely got over the last ordeal. I'm going to try and broden my horizons and cover guy's basketball. I sports...but basketball is the one I could stand to cover. I would before I cover guys hockey. It's cold, stinky, and the hockey guys? well...everything you picture the hockey guys to be. They are.

English is painful. Our teacher is growing a gotee..it's straight-edged on the one side, rounded on the other. My powerful skills of reasoning lead me to conclude that he is blind in one eye.
We finished reading pygmalion in that class. It was the single most painful time in my life. I didn't know it was possible for somebody to read that poorly and still be a senior in high school. Ouch. I hurt. I got a perfect score on the test. The cute football player that corrected mine wrote "great job!" at the top. I found it noteworthy.

Choir is boring. My music partner holds the music as far away from my face as possible it seems. And our warm ups lead me to wonder who is this Otis fellow? And why is he sitting on a potato pan?

Creative writing, however, is fab! Our extremely sweet teacher and small easy going class makes the hour pass quickly. We wrote poems today. Apology poems. And I had to write mine on the board..."grand chatter" Mrs. Olsen told me I had done the original author proud. I laughed.

Quarter ends in one week. yippie. report cards.

Repeat, Emily

Blah.

I'm sitting here putsing around on the computer. I didn't have any homework tonight and no motivation to do anything worthwhile. I'm talking to Eric. He won tickets to a Roper concert. I'm excited for him. And jealous for him. My friend Laura won the 1,000 dollar scholarship I desperatly needed. I'm happy for her though. She's got scads and gobs of talent.

So I started filling out my Providence college application today. I got sick to my stomach. I can't go to college! I'm not mature enough! But I want to get out of Roseau so badly. I've done all I can here. Dwelling amongst the potato people. Blah. Blah.

Breakaway, Emily

Life as I know it...

First of all I wish to go on record by saying I have feelings of malice toward my alarm clock. It didn't go off this morning. I completely missed Sunday School and narrowly missed being late for church. I was very angry.

So I went to Providence college this weekend for their college days. It was gastly fun. I got to visit my friend Tyler as well as mingle with some lovely girlsin one of dormitories. I'm ready to go, to strike out on my own and to simply begin my life. My senior year seems to be nothing more than chains holding me back.

I also went to a lock-in this weekend. I saw some friends from camp and listened to the not-so-soothing sounds of "One Fall Short". All these people I knew when I was a little kid have grown up and are now....head banging guitarists. Ha. It was much fun...although I don't think I have ever been that tired in my life. I would blink and suddenly I would wake up 30 minutes later. It was insane

In Forward Motion, Emily

Interminable.

Interminable. It was on today's Advanced English vocabulary test. It means going on forever; having no end. Forever.

I watched "Raising Helen" last night. It was a charming movie, although it made me a bit weepy. I wanted the handsome pastor Dan to fall in love with me! Haha, no, not really. But I want somebody to fall in love with. And I feel as though I am destined to be unwed. My life as a free wheeling...spinster. Who needs men!? I'm smart confident and independent. Who needs to be tied down with a guy!? Not me. I shall to great and wonderful things for this world. By Myself. Take that world!

Any of you who know me know that I didn't mean the previous paragraph.
Well, most of it.

Huzzah, Emily

Crappy Saturday...

I'm having a bad day. I'm sick for the 3rd time in a month. I think there is some sort of mold farm growing under my bed causing these frequent illneses. Yuck.
My hair went flat today. Efforts to revive it with some musse didn't produce any long-lasting effects.
I have to write a paper about a childhood memory and I can't think of anything remotely interesting to write about and I feel guilty.

And on top of all my guilt a "friend" of mine spoke to me on MSN only to say..."Whoops! I opened the wrong window." He didn't want to talk to me...it was an . My self confidence took a nose dive.
Blah, Emily

I depise the education system

I am in school work hatred mode. My mass comm class delivers it's first issue of the school newspaper on Friday. My foolish peers didn't have their work done and I thouht my teacher was going to have a coronary. She yelled for while and then turned funny shades of red. She even gave us her blessing to beat up one of our classmates. I couldn't help but laugh.

My English teacher told me I had to write a report yesterday. It's due tomorrow. It's 500 words. Gag.

Waiting for MEA, Emily