/history nerd.

P.s. No school for Emily today! :D

So my mother's car broke down and my father and I had to go get her. My father didn't know where the road she was on was so he stopped in this sketchy gas station to ask, leaving the door wide open and the engine running. It's a terrible habit of his, and isn't that a lot like saying here, take my car, and while you're at it, steal my daughter too? So I had to crawl over my seat, the arm rest, and his seat (in a tiny skirt, mind you) in order to close the door and lock it, and I wasn't happy about it. So as I'm crawling over to do that and turn the engine off I said a few choice words, I guess kind of loudly, because when I sat back down and looked out the window there was a guy standing outside his car next to us laughing his ass off. You had to be there, but it was funny, believe me. :)

Anddd I worked and then I got sushi and vegan cupcakes, so my life is g. Oh, and my kitteh is sitting in my lap like a dear, annnd I think I pwned my marine environmental science test in the face. Booya!

Despite just about everything looking like shit academically, I'm going to get an A.A. by the end of this year. The Powers That Be can't prevent me, try as they might. I am, after all, a supreme badass.

This is for posterity, I think.

Why is every damn class I need/want to take on Monday at 2? I am pissed off beyond my ability to tell you. I feel Thwarted. I'm doing the best I can to get out of school in one piece. I don't need this bullcock in my life.

...2010? What? When did that happen? Let's see what happens this year...

In February Imma go to Katsucon. Like a dork. :D Then right after that Ace Attorney Investigations comes out! I'm even more of a dork!

In March firelady113 and I are going to go to the beach. Huzzah!

In April I turn 21. Mwahahaha, look out world. Lock up your liquor. I also think it'd be fun to do National Poetry Writing Month, mhm.

Sometime between the end of April and the beginning of June I'm going to go see my favourite play in the whole world! Yayyyyy OMG! I haven't seen it since. May of 2008. When these people in front of me brought fried chicken and laughed at all the archaic jokes to show they understood when, haha, bringing KFC to Shakespeare is clearly the epitome of classiness, amirite. Anyhow WAHEY I'm pleased beyond anyone's believing.

This summer hopefully I won't fail at going to the Renaissance Festival and the fair and all that goodness. Yay.

In November there's Anime USA. What was I saying about my being a nerd?

Annnnnd then I forget.

God I'm afraid of school. I'm really not cut out for it but I still have to do it. I hate that, and that I could have accomplished so much in this time if I were at all suited to it. But I don't like playing the game. In fact, I hate that most of all.

On the second was my month anniversary of working at Safeway/Starbucks, and this Wednesday I get certified so I can hang out in the little box there by myself. Yay! After taxes and supporting the general welfare steals a certain percentage of my money, working sixteen hours means I get about a hundred dollars a week. It doesn't go far but nyeh I'll take it.

I'm done being a general fangirl who doesn't have anything of substance to say. Does anyone feel like sharing anything exciting? :) And I fully intend to be present on el jay this year. Really.

Well flist. At the ripe old age of twenty today I am going on my first Black Friday adventure. Just To See, you know? firelady113 I are awake (poor fools that we are) and going to head out in the very near future.

We've lost our minds, haven't we. x)

Happy Halloween, guys. :)

I need to write in here more. o.o

Good:
- Singing opera as loud as I want in the shower because there is nobody around to bitch
- Rescuing the firefly that has been trapped in my window for three days and setting it free
- ASDFASDFASDFASDF ♥♥♥ /dorkdorkdork omg
- Windchimes :)

Bad:
- Guilt
- Not being able to sleep until I'm literally unable to stay awake a second longer. On a regular basis. Sometimes it's merciful and I can sleep at only about 5% ability to stay awake.
- People
- "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody." - J.D. Salinger = hxc truth



Now it's time for bed. Maybe. Time for something.

Taken directly from the WMATA website:



Metro's definition of "mechanical difficulties" and mine are two extremely different things.





Last weekend we had two suicides in as many days, and nothing about them either. I was on the red line on Sunday, and they only referred to it as a "report of someone struck by a train," and only in that wording once. From then on they referred to it as "police activity at Bethesda station."

One train on top of another and up to nine deaths I guess they figure they can't really hide from the public that well. Or maybe disaster on a large scale is more savory and immediately accessible than personal tragedy, the driving forces and fine balances behind one person's decision.

But that's a rant for another time.

So somehow I've accumulated $68 of change in a McCutcheon's jar.

How should I spend it? :)

And how is it I've forgotten how to sleep until I physically cannot stay awake anymore? :/

This is mainly for my own perverse satisfaction, but it has been a long time coming. A very, very long time coming.

Hello, flist. Allow me to introduce to you the veritable bane of my literary existence.

Sylvia Plath Hughes.



There she is, in the 1960s equivalent of a myspace picture. Look how sad she is about her life. Bawww, Sylvia, bawww.

I can’t remember when I encountered Plath and her work for the first time. However I am fairly certain that my hatred for her came to the forefront of my awareness sometime during the course of my high school career. To be fair that’s about the same time I came to dislike reading in general, but there is certainly no other writer for whom I hold such a deep aversion.

Here is why.

( i. the poet herself. )

( ii. plath's work as a reflection of the poet. )

( iii. in conclusion. )

*taken from Sylvia's own piteous question, "Is there no way out of the mind?" and the obvious answer that clearly there is, because the crazy bitch certainly appears to have found it.

You God-damned little creepy motherfuckers,

If I see you I will spray your ass with Febreze Air Effects (the lavender vanilla and comfort variety, if you want to know) until you don't fucking move. And if you do then I'll squirt berry scented hand sanitizer (a commodity very precious to me so I'll be really pissed) on you until you really don't move.

In summary? Come into my space and you're a dead son of a bitch.

Fuck you very truly,

Emily, destroyer of invertebrate worlds

ETA:

Little baby spider,

NO MERCY. NO REPRIEVE.

No love,

Emily


ETA2:

HUGEASS MOSQUITO,

YOU TOO, ASSHOLE.

FUCKIN' A,

EMILY


ETA3:

Got fr srs bsnss bug spray. ;D

I just thought I'd mention that talking to my father is like talking to a small child, probably one under the age of about two and a half. They babble, make noises they think are words, wholly believe that they are having a serious conversation with you and all you can do is smile, nod, and try not to lose your damn mind.

It kind of disappears into the margin there so you can read it better here. :)

Yeah that definitely made me lol just a little. It's always nice to hear those crazy miserable confessional poets had some fun in their time too. xD

i. I wanted to take this opportunity to clear up the fact that no matter what the Department of Homeland Security tells you, yes I am one of those conservatives and no I don't like the Obamessiah but do not call me a terrorist. Okay? Okay. This pisses me off. A lot. This is not goddamn Nazi Germany. This is the United States of America and look at the polarisation that is going on between the left and the right. I am not liking the direction the general political environment in this country is moving in. We're basically going to be the death of each other.

ii. In other news, tomorrow I go down to D.C. to get my vegan birthday cake. Yesss.

iii. Turning 20? Not so yesss. :/

iv. I uh. Apparently really do want to be a poet. Don't laugh... well, okay, maybe just a little. x)

v. I think it's bedtime.

That I am the same person I was four years ago (and she can't survive here)

or if

I am not that person. And desperately miss her. (Want to be.)

This list doesn't contain everyone who is important to me, but everyone I knew, everyone who matters to me who passed away during my lifetime. I've put the day, the name, the age, the cause of death.

I wanted to do this for them. I think that a lot of the time people are afraid to mention the dead. It's okay to do that. I think it's important, and that we should, even though it's hard sometimes.

( in memoria aeterna erit justus )

Maybe I'll put up some pictures later.

I'm pretty sure my sleeping patterns are going to be the death of me...

In other news the Phoenix Wright manga so made my evening. OMG THE RAMEN IS BIGGER THAN YO MAMA'S ASS. xD

Oh yeah and I have an unnatural love for boy bands. *bounceee*

P.S. WHEE I'M GOING TO HELL~

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Moderate
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test



/hyperactive teenage girl oh my goodness

Happy Valentine's, everybody. I love you all. :)