Heard It All Before

This was my last spring break, and I have to say it was the worst.

Things I Want To Do That Are Completely Selfish

Learn to surf
Learn to snowboard
Drop into a ramp on my board (even if its kinda tiny!)
Learn to drive stick
Drive a car really fast and spin out/race that car
Pet a lion and or tiger
Get super hard abs
Go to a super suave party dressed to the nines
Learn to tango
Alter my diet so I'm healthy
Climb a tree to fetch a coconut
Construct a wilderness shelter
Learn to use a Neti pot
Learn to make really delicious sushi
Throw a dinner party
Live in a tree house
Hang out with a monkey/chimp
Construct a lamp from scratch
Meet a member of the Korowai
Zip-line through the rainforest
Save someone from certain death

More to be added as they occur to me...

A Place I Used To Call Home

Best friends

Smelling the wind.

Holding hands.

The squirrel that kept jumping from tree to tree and quacking at me.

Sibling rivalry.

Doggy levitation.

I can go anywhere now.

The Best Thing I Did All Day

Look, my dogs need love too.

Cleaning

"You really need to clean this shit up," he said seriously. I looked up from the computer screen and peered around the room. A collection of mutual mess strewn about us, plates, clothes, shoes, backpacks, papers. He's right, I thought, this is kind of disgusting. I then looked at him, remote in his hand looking at the television. He was going through the series of recorded shows stored in the player. "There are so many Home Movies," he said. Home Movies is one of my favorite cartoons of course.

How funny is the technological world? Sometimes we forget to be alive in the things that surround us, and not in the world we log into.

I think I'll clean today. I'm not deleting my Home Movies until I watch them though.

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Bob

Do You Remember

Writing this about me.

Because I do. Constantly.

fast forwarding.......fast forwarding....(insert that..like, you know, buzzity fast forward noise) until we come to a battered man of 29. oh no, he wears glasses...but wait! he doesn't have to. he wears the fake nerd glasses because he thinks the girlies like the nerd look. they dont see him though. in fact, they never did. he shaves his head and prays that god is made of math. he wonders about the little boy he trampled, and worries that swings will no longer make sense. he is lost in a life of living, and he dies alone with his jewels. miles away a woman sobs, but continues to iron. "mourning will always come after the chores." she says. her tears fall silently as a husband snores next door, and her eyes follow quickly as the tear incinerates itself on the dancing metal plate. "lifes funny." she thinks as her tears press the clothes that the wrong man will wear.

And I can't stand it, because now I fear it's coming true somedays.

Usually I Just Have To Stop

And think.

What am I doing?

And most days I just feel like the ocean. People dive in and out and play and frolic. Sometimes there are dangerous things and they prey on the smaller more colorful creatures that float through the coral and consume them and chomp them in horrifying cinematic style. Other days the waves are turbulent and crash on the shores of undeserving modest dwellers, while most days are placid and calm. But after all the time spent in my waves, in my aqueous splendor, there are still quantities beyond measure that are unexplored. Creatures in its depths still unseen, un-understood...too ugly and strange for our eyes at this time.

I realized I over think WAY too much, I stay inside FAR too often, and I don't eat NEARLY enough, and I let people mean ALL too much to me.

Oh, also, I miss this! That was a good time.

Also, I just made an ASL video and it really sucks having to watch myself sign. I really dislike this assignment.

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Ice Pops

And skateboards. Two things I need more of in my lyyyfe!
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A Love

That will last forever.

I've Started

Taking candid and hidden films of myself on the couch, usually while Jeff is around.

He is mad about this. I think he'd be more upset to learn that I've been taking stills out of them. This anger would then only be further exacerbated with the knowledge that I was now posting them here. Luckily, he never reads this!

Aside from which, this blog is for me. A place to reflect.

Me signing "gay" in ASL to you

Today was very long.

P.S. Dear future, forgetful Emily...never log into a chat room out of boredom. You'll leave quickly without saying a word and only be sent lots of annoying things afterward from bots.

Jack Shepard Had A Long Day

Too Young

Too young
Yeah, we're too young in the morning.
We're too young
We're too young in the morning.

Dine Dines For Life