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Name: Emma
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Metro: Meridian
Birthday: 10/30/1988
Interests: singing, reading, playing piano, cats, concerts, movies, music of all kinds, pictures, math (i'm such a geek w/that one), hangin out, cooking, driving, driving too fast haha, seafood, the beach, laughing till I cry, and art
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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AIM:  freyalou2
Member Since:
10/8/2004
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| Holy potatoes. I haven't posted on this thing in like 9 light years. I guess I kinda got tired of it. But now with a lot of new things goin on, I guess it sparked my interest yet again.
I'm so glad that my life, for once in a long time, is heading in a good direction. I really hated where I was going, but couldn't get out of it. Being stuck really does suck. That rhymes. Oh well.
It really did hurt my feelings when people at school, especially those that "know" me well, spread/started rumors about why I was out for a week. No, I don't have AIDS or any other STD. No, I'm not pregnant, and I didn't have an abortion. No, I'm not an alcoholic or drug addict. It was depression issues, and some other stuff that's not public enough for this thing.
Sorry if that last paragraph makes me sound like an ass, but there's really no NICE way to say it.
This post is kinda getting boring.
So I'll hit Post.
Goodnight.
Peace.
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Mark's house was so much fun. *I just got a whiff of Mark's pits* Fun, fun, fun times.
Hangin out at Becca's Friday night was fun too. I didn't know I liked jello that much.
I just saw End of the Spear tonight with my family. Go see it. Now. Do not hesitate. If you need gas money, find me. It's that good.
Prom? It's here. Weird.
I love my mom. More than anything. She should win an award for what she
does. And for what she puts up with. I want to share her with people
that don't have a mom.
Thanks, Madison.
Adieu. Je T'aime.
Peace.
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Sup hos. nothing interestin to say. Just sayin hey.
Don't you love wasting bandwidth?
And Ben...boob tag!
Peace.
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Have you ever been so confused that absolutely nothing makes sense?
Have you ever not known at all? Have you ever considered that you're
wrong about everything? Have you ever been scared as hell?
Yes, to all of the above.
I don't really know why...but lately I have been in this really deep
and insightful mood. Maybe the time of year? Everything I try to write
comes out really profound. It's one thing sounding like I'm smart. It's
yet another thing to sound like I think I'm better than other people. I
really hate being uncertain about things. What's ironic is that life is
all about uncertainty. I just don't like not being prepared for things
that I'm afraid of.
There are things that I wanted for so long. Just things that I tried SO
hard to have. I have them now, and I don't want them anymore. I fought
to separate myself from my dad for so long. Now he has no idea who I am
or what I do. It hurts like hell. I used to tell him that I loved him
every day...sometimes multiple times a day. I hardly ever say it now.
It's not so much of the whole teenage thing of not wanting him to tell
me what to do. Now it's that I spent way too much time playing this
tug-of-war with him. He finally let go...or either I did. God only
knows.
And this, ladied and gentlemen is probably the most personal I will
ever get on here. It's weird writing about this one here anyway. I
guess turning to the keyboard and computer screen can be comforting in
the absence of a friend.
Peace.
"And I know it has been said, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,' but here me now. Love your enemy as your neighbor."
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The funeral for Jason was today in Elwood. I left school at noon, went
home and changed out of those stupid scrubs from clinicals, and then
met Matt and everyone at Bumper's. At about 1:30 we all headed towards
the cemetary. It was a really good funeral. All the funerals I've been
to were really relieving. I also have to add that it was encouraging. I
saw a lot of people cry that never wear their heart on their sleeves.
It reminds you that everyone feels pain. Does that make sense? It does
to me...but I just don't want it to come across the wrong way to
someone else.
People please drive safe so that all these funerals for people under 25
will stop happening. This town buried too many people this year. And
too many mama's had to bury their children. There is a message there.
Alright...off the soap box...I liked clinicals today. Is that weird or
what? I got there at like 10:30. I got to go around into all the rooms
BY MYSELF and take vitals. It was fun talking to the patients. You can
always tell when you make someone feel a little better when you just
smile and make conversation. I would so be a good nurse. It's a shame I
don't want to be one.
I've been tagged...so here are things I hate.
1. Temptation.
2. Driving behind old and/or stupid people.
3. Really hard tests that make me feel stupid.
4. Those mornings where you put on everything you own and you feel like everything looks like crap.
5. My hair.
6. Not knowing.
Peace, fools.
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