The school for Highly Average People

Today is Thursday, the day of Thurs. Jueves, which (I'm told is Thursday) In spanish. Last Question of the day EVER:

If you could choose how you wanted to die, not when or where, but how; what way would you choose?

I'm commenting on everyone's blog because I enjoy commenting. I know probably everyone dislikes me strongly, but I'll comment anyway because I like too. I do what I want, ok!!!!

Oh here is my poem about schooooooooool....

The air is hot as it passes through open windows.I only hear the murmur, white noise of a lecture.The desk is sticky and hot, and water no longer refreshes your mind from the heat.Instead you're met with a teach, and 20 or more kids sleeping. His voice weighing down the air pushing all noises out.The day lolls onThe heat doesn't waverYet all you can manage is the murmur and the heat taking over.Awoken only by the shrill cry of a bell, and rustling of kids who were once in a slumber.

I think that's about it. I'm going to finish this last blog post ever! So I'm now going to write a Eulogy to it.

We will all remember The Enlightening Adventures of Emily as a fond friend, and lover. We will remember all the good times, the rushing to post up blogs, the heavy weight of knowing you don't have enough and will loose points if you don't have the magic ten. The numerous comments, and periods spent searching your brain for some kind of relevant topic. The many websites with journal prompts and all the questions of the day. Feeding your virtual fish, and playing Tetris.

You will be missed.

I can say the Alphabet five times fast.

The legend of Arthur and the Cannibal Captures

Arthur anxiously abided

Baffled by brilliant binds

Cannibal captures coniving campaigns

Delving deeper, danger daily

Excruciating exhile, exorbitant experience

Fetter fugitive fiercly fidgetting

Getaway glimmers, gnawing glutony

Heroin hurriedly harrowing

Ironic Apology

~This is my favorite Apology~

I'm sorry I hit you in the face

Made you bleed and gave you a black eye

I know you didn't deserve it

and I apologized a million times

But it was so funny

and, sometimes, I still laugh about it

A lot.

Possibly the best Brain food ever.

Technically, this is a journal entry. So technically I should start off by saying my usual "Dear Journal". Don't you think that that's a little cliche though? So many people start writing in their journal/diary with Dear Journal/Diary. In the end, I don't think I'm going to write "Dear Journal". Instead I'm just going to use one of the suggested writing prompts...because I really could go on forever on why or why not I should, technically, make this like a journal.

50 Things I would Never Do

1. Drink Ketchup
2. Go sky diving
3. Ride an Alligator
4. Eat Tape
5. Die
6. Jump out of a four story window
7. Eat nails for breakfast
8. Play basketball with a dragon
9. Swim in Lava
10. Lick a stranger
11. Go to space
12. Go to the center of the earth
13. Finish this list
14. Hunt a wizard
15. Shrink a head
16. Be Mr. Roth
17. Care
18. Run across route 9 naked
19. Wear an actual boa (constrictor)
20. Transform into Dinosaur (thanks to Mr. Mastrioanni)
21. Climb the Empire State building and knock down planes like King Kong
22. Find anyone who is more awesome then me.
23. Read a list of "50 Things I would Never do"
24. Love sushi
25. stop loving Chinese Food
26. Go to get Chinese food with Giacinto
27. stop hating Kaila
28. I will never stop kidding with Kaila
29. Adopt from the South Pole
30. adopt a penguin (because they're the only things living at the South Pole)
31. Ride ontop of a bus screaming "FOR NARNIA!!!!"
32. Become famous on Youtube.
33. say "How you doin'?" to anyone
34. Dye my hair purple
35. Go inside a computer
36. Get to ride the magic school bus
37. change my name to Fanny
38. get a sex change
39. give birth to a goat
40. name my goat fanny
41. find the Lochness Monster
42. go to the sun
43. find out if a horse and a rhino mated, would a unicorn pop out.
44. find out if the zebra is black with white stripes or white with black stripes
45. stop drinking Dr. Pepper
46. stop drinking Cherry Pomegranite juice
47. allow Giacinto to sit next to me
48. find Waldo
49. stop breathing
50. stop being completely amazing

Yeah so thats about it. Enjoy :)

This World

I find myself mulling over like a billion thoughts today. Kind of thoughts that make your stomach turn inside out. YUM. Anyway, I really had no patience for anyone. I'm pretty sure I made a million and one people angry today or slightly frustrated. I just want to sleep but I can't stop thinking so then I can't sleep. I like school on days like today, just because for six hours I don't have to think. People are constantly feeding me information so that my brain has no time to compile it's own thoughts.
I also want to complain, in this mini rant thing, about people. People who don't know me take my (probably rude) actions into offense. People who know me well know that when I do certain things it's just a joke. I don't mean to be mean. Yet what pushes my buttons is when someone gives me an attitude. I really just can't stand people who act so much better than everyone else, who use that disgusting snotty tone in their voice.
I'm not saying that I don't have an attitude but generally I try and be nice to new people. Based on how you act towards me is how im going to act towards you. If you're going to give me an attitude than expect one right back. An eye for an eye, you know?
Anyway thats it for my rant. Question to think about: Who, in this entire world, do you think cares for you the most?

Mediocre at best

It has been snowing, non-stop, for the past twelve or thirteen hours. We have so much snow that Antartica is jealous of us. Apparently, it's supposed to go on until tomorrow morning. I really hope so, I have to go to this Firehouse thing my Uncle invites us to every year and I'm the only one sitting on Santa's lap...still. It's true, I do enjoy getting presents, but sitting on Santa's lap seems like a terrible way to get my present.
I exchanged gifts with Melani and Kelsie today. I got them both coloring books with the "invisible" markers that come to color once their on the page. Mel got me earrings, all different animal kinds. Kelsie hasn't bought our gifts yet, so she had nothing to give us. Overall, it has been a very good day.
Though, I fell twice on, got wind burn and hurt myself shoveling snow...I feel pretty accomplished. I cleaned my room, and uploaded pictures from my camera too! Yay for being successful!

The Script

Characters

Zeek Adams: A known schizophrenic who doesn’t interact with anyone other then his own imaginary friends.

Anna: Zeek’s imaginary daughter who is accused of having an eating problem, and is frequently stalked by Gary.
Gary: one of Zeek’s imaginary creations, and a peeping tom to his imaginary daughter.


Zeek and Anna are arguing in the kitchen over dinner

Zeek: I get your whole, ‘I’m not okay with how I look’ thing, but I’m really tired of wasting my money to buy food when all you do is throw it up!Anna: (denying) You’re crazy. I don’t have an eating disorder! You’re just imagining things. All you do is criticize me on how I’m not good enough for you!

Zeek: (deeply ashamed and quiet) No…

Anna: (cutting him off) I don’t care about your lame excuses. (storms off)


Zeek notices Gary watching from the window. Gary waves to Zeek before letting himself into the house.

Gary: So…that fight with your daughter…bummer.

Zeek: (shaking his head, slightly freaked out) I’ll pretend you’re not creeping me out right now and ask why and how you know all of this.

Gary: (ignoring the question, and eying Anna’s bedroom door) Uh…so…I’ll go and talk to her for you! (runs off)


Anna is crying as Gary steps into her room.

Anna: (thinking it is her father) Go away, I hate you!

Gary: (staring) But…I love you.

Anna: (looks up, noticing it is not her father) What the. Why are you in my room!

Gary: (Sitting next to her and putting his hand on her shoulder) Um…Uh…would you like to vent to me, sweetheart? I understand you and your father got into a bit of an argument.Anna: (moves away from him) I don’t even know you, get out of here!

Gary: (moves closer too again) But you will know me. (smiles)

Anna: (getting up and screaming) Dad!


Zeek runs into the room which is empty, frowning, unhappy with his situation.

Zeek: (sitting in a lone chair) I wish I wasn’t crazy, sometimes. All these imaginary people are screwing with my mind.

END