*Moi La La*

if you follow this journal at all, you will have noticed it is very neglected. i have started a new journal-y thing. if you feel like it, check out this shit:

my new blog

awesome.

Hey!

I´ve gotta make this short and sweet--not that anyone aside from sara bear reads these things anyway so...whatever--but i just wanted to check in with everyone!

So we´ve left Fina Rosa Blanca :[

but now we´re at montaña de fuego! yayay, a lodge at the base of a giant volcano! also...there seems to be no air conditioning...:P whatever

anywho...here´s what i´ve been up to:

DAY 2

woke up, had an amaaaazing breakfast and then had a spell of sunbathing by the pool (which looks like Gatsby´s pool--the one he gets shot in) and then some horseback riding before lunch. instead of going to see waterfalls or whatever, we just went around the coffee plantation which was actually reeeally nice even though i had the slow horse (since i´m a girl or something like that--i went with dad and jeremy) and i got my leg banged up pretty bad on the side of a truck...ouch. but yea, nice.

then lunch, which was awesome. then we decided to go out to search for a cute little town with un mercado de artesanias--which we didnt find. the town was small, dirty, and ugly. and we left. haha. but then we got pollo campero (which tastes like love and childhood and god it was so good i havent had it since the last time i was in guatemala and god knows how long that´s been...) then back to the hotel and sleeping.

DAY 3

busy hiking/site-seeing day.

woke up, breakfast, then piled in the car and drove off to see some ridiculous volcano which was ridiculous. excellent hike, and it was huuuuge and impressive and amazing and i love volcanoes. saw some volcanic lake as well and took loads of pictures of that which i will post later if i can possibly figure out how.

then more driving driving driving.

the we saw some excellent waterfalls. it was this huge deal and really fun. there were menageries with butterflies, tropical birds, snakes, tropical frogs, and big old jungle cats as well which you could walk through and pick them up and sweet shit like that (once more, i´ll post photos). also. monkeys. my dad kissed one, but no pìcs of that unfortunately...

i took a super load of bird pictures which are sort of meant for courtney and i think she´ll love them.

no sloths yet sara...

then home and dinner which was uncool because mum and dad were bitchy and i left before desert.

DAY 4

last day at Fina Rosa Blanca :[

woke up, breakfast, then some sunbathing.

then jumped in the car for four hours to get here. to the volcano. some funny stuff happened, but like i said, short and sweet. also i´m getting eaten alive here. bugs and no air conditioning.

it´s still bitchin.

i´ll be back sunday night and by then i may or may not have gone a) zip-lining, b) rappelling or c) bungee jumping.

oh HELL yes.

<3

emmie

Alright, so i think this is just becoming a Captain's log of sorts--only to be seriously updated whenever i am on the go or away from my biffles (bffls).

any who-sy who

COSTA RICA IS AMAZING!

woke up at 4:30 and took two shitty planes to get to san jose while my child siblings had nothing better to do the whole time than act beastily and generally be horrid and i had absolutely nothing to eat all day aside from a nasty airplane caesar salad (waaay overpriced, of course) and little to no sleep.

oh. i forgot my camera charger/extra batteries, but dad's letting me use his for documentation because JESUS CHRIST MOTHER OF GOD ON A BIKE this place is gorgeous

the san jose airport was nice enough--clean, and lacking mold or flatulent old men like the two american airports i suffered through today, and very efficient. out of there like a bat out of hell--no lie.

i swear to god the air here is beautiful! it's refreshing and clean mountain air and everything is slightly balmy and it's bright and people are polite with wonderful colourful homes and little goats walking around everywhere. there's no speed limit, and, honest to god, i wish our drive through the mountains had been longer because the view was sooooo incredible.

everything is colourful and picturesque and the place we're staying is something out of the pages of zink's travel section (and the price seems up there too...ouch). it's called Finca Rosa Blanca (White Rose Farm) and is a completely green eco-friendly and self-sustainable coffee plantation and resort. it's all natural and fresh and i swear i had the greatest watermelon juice in the world (along with the freshest tropical fruit and most excellent salsa i've had in forever--or however long it's been since i was in guatemala).

i seriously want to just give up and stay here for the rest of my life.

i'll post pictures later.

for now--feel my happiness and browse: http://www.finca-rblanca.co.cr/

anyway, we're only staying here for three nights, and then on to volcanic hot springs a few hours away and further in the mountains--i'm sooo excited!

this afternoon, after lazing about for an hour or so reading (water for elephants--SO GOOD) dad isabel and i went to the jaccuzzi and relaxed. we were soon joined by the rest of "the fam" and then went swimming in the most amazing pool EVER. now time for gourmet dinner (yayayay!)

tomorrow i think we're going horseback riding to a waterfall in the middle of the jungle, so that should be exciting, and there are trips to the little villages planned as well as possible white water rafting and zip-lines through the jungle canopy. YAY

sooo i'll post pictures later and jeremy wants me to get off the computer (i didnt think there would be internet so i'm using the hotel's 1998 model--gah) and it's dinner time and i'm so happy and i dont care about any of the shit that's been bothering me *cough*he-who-must-not-be-named*cough* (not yours courtney) and i'm so relaxed and god you can actually smell the flowers inside this place!

<3

emmie

p.s. i wish you (and by you, you know who i mean bffls) were here with me!

i dunno, i'm really bored. also, i've been noticing some lovely boys of the screen (sort of a follow up to the 5 most favourited men i could never have haha). i feel like updating this, but i dont feel like talking about my life because it would a load of bs bitching. hooray.

( nonsense )

i like someone (that's not new news or anything)

you know him for sure, and prolly who he is.

he'll never like me and i think i'm already over it after barely 24 hours or so of finally telling people outloud the thing i've kept to myself for the past few years.

lovely.

i'm pretty pessimistic for an optimist.

<3

emmie

i am simply recording this for prosperity my dear readers.

i am proud to announce that at 7:57 AM (according to my iHome) on this the most glorious 21st of July in the year 2007 C.E. i, emmie pappa, finished the entirety of the 7th and final Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

i am currently so elated that i have no idea what sort of review i would give the book, certainly many things happened that i found displeasing, but some things FUCKING ROCKED.

thus, i leave you people of livejournal, having achieved my life's goal for the past decade.

thank you and, goodnight.

<3

(p.s. i started reading the moment i got the book in my hands at around 12:45 AM and did not stop until 7:55-ish AM so that is UNDER 8 HOURS BITCH)

hahaha

write for example, 'the night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance'

the night wind revolves in the sky and sings




okay. so i'm in a pathetic/romantic mood.


obvious much?

you know who you are, though you dont read this journal.


i dont understand how one day

you seem to adore me and the next

you're so disdainful.

i'm sorry i'm not your phoebe.

and i'm sorry, especially sorry,

that we will never again

sit and watch the clouds go by.


the end.


(i wonder if i shall ever kiss you, and i know i will have lost a great opportunity if i never do)

so courtney and sara (sa-wa) are over and we decided to look at urban legends/subliminal messages on the internets.

now COURTNEY here >_> is freaking out about the munchkin in the background of the wizard of oz because she was all excited about it and now all she can see is "the damn-ass mother effin stork!" (plus more explatives)

yessssss


this promises to be an interesting night



















false.

but they are cruel, oh how they are cruel.

<3

i've taken all of the posters down off of my walls and my room looks decidedly more empty and large. also, with all of the suitcases and clothes lying around it looks like i'm leaving forever.

i sort of am i spose, but not for forever (honestly)

summer has been treating the old girl well if she does say so herself.

i've been hanging out a lot with dillan and making really adorable ******* ******* (you can't know because those are presents for courtney and sara when they finally come to see me) and working and actually hanging out with that danny/cardie/john/eric/ethan/luke/pj/andrew/others group that is so amusing.

i went to the beach with the danny group last week on tuesday and generally hung out with them and had fun playing 500 in the water and fooling around and then we went out to the soccer fields and after their game and watched my dad play for a bit and generally enjoyed the fabulous weather. also i saw a bit of chelsea, her friend whose name i sadly do not recall, and brooke, who are all very nice if not my first choice for companions.

stuff happened i believe inbetween then and last friday, when i went out to play man-hunt with the danny group (one of the only three girls i'm proud to say) and oh-goodness-does-eric-have-the-funnest-petting-zoo-collection-of-pets-ever!

manhunt was sweet; no one found me and i left covered in cobwebs and bugs and with one less hair tie than when i started. also we watched jackass II which was oddly entertaining.

last night i didnt have to work because they were overstaffed and i hung out with dillan and (i forgot to tell you all about the sports camp i volunteered at with her! oh well, ask me in person) and spent the night and she, pj and i played in her amazing backyard with the kids and she and i stayed up all hours of the night painting and chatting and generally being girls (which is nice once in a while, i must admit).

she had to go to see her dad in nashville this morning though, so i was up around 7-ish which i could've done without. pj drove me home once she left and i went back to sleep and then to work and then, because i didnt quite feel like cleaning my room or packing just yet, i decided to turn on Apocalypto (which is what the beginning statements of this entry refer to)

oh they trully were amazing, the mayans. i'm proud to be part of such a noble, dying race.

anywho; eric calls up saying he's so bored he's making cookies from scratch and that they're actually quite good so of course i told him he and pj could come over and play guitar hero and whatnot.

they did but we ended up playing soul calibur III instead (my dad too, haha; he's quite the child)

and then we wanted to do something else, so whilst eric chatted with his mum about something or other, pj and i got steak'n'shake (or whatever) and went back to his house to wait for eric whose car ended up dying on us and instead of risking a dead-car-adventure in the middle of a busy road at 11 at night, we just took pj's instead (oh well, no adventure, but still fun, haha)

we went to go see oceans 13, which was very entertaining and visually pleasing in high contrast (which is my favourite type)

they dropped me off home and now i'm here waiting and all excited for the rest of the week because i'll be hanging out with people tonnes before i leave and then there's just the thought of being in chicago for so long!

and, as eloise (or was it madeline?) says, pooh-pooh on love and all that nonesense (i'll just forget about him; i doubt he's quite worth it)

ooooh i simply love the plaza!

the end!

<3

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beautiful

while wandering around my thoughts this fine evening, i figured out that some little and unimportant thing i did/decision i helped make this past year made someone i dont get along with very well rather unhappy.













am i a horrible person for feeling smug about it?














(hehe, i know her life already sucks but she's still bitchy and deserved it)

daddy wants to take mum to see the Pirates of the Caribbean; At World's End and all that nonsense. she is averse to seeing it because she has not seen the first two Pirates movies and also because:

"the last three hour movie I saw was that horrible murder of the king's return* with all those catapults and flying hobbit heads"

oh mum, silly girl, hahaha

summer is currently pwning and i'm expecting turkey & tuna (as they call themselves every now and again in a most rocking fashion) over for night-spendage and general fun.

i feel bad about not going dancing with the papillion girls, but there'll be other nights that hopefully arent at razzles (oh well)

the end!

<3

emmie

*Return of the King

Mum to Isabel:

"God gave you brains child, why dont you use them?"

hahahah

the end!

yay! three more days of school for me; i'm super excited for summer!

i'm going to university of chicago this summer for a creative writing course (three weeks!) i'll be there for taste of chicago, fourth of july, and (ba ba ba ba ba ba bummmm!) gay and lesbian pride week! it's going to be super sweet and way fun :]

school's been just fine lately; i dont do anything aside from art projects and playing battleship and word games. also, mister kuiper's a super dick right now and it will be brought up with ms. murphy.

i only have one more IB test left; Spanish. it shouldnt be too bad because i think i actually passed the AP Spanish test just fine and those are always harder than the IB ones.

I'M DONE WITH BIO FOR FOREVER(until college)!!! and mister platt shaved his soulpatch because, i quote "it's summer, i shed" weeeeiiirrddd, but i think i actually might miss his class next year, as much as i hate it, it's been fun (<--there i go contradicting myself again)

the weekends have been just fabo too! hanging out with courtney/sara/chris/dillan/lauren and generally lazing around and watching movies like HOT FUZZ WHICH WAS AMAZING and eating sandwhiches and gluing my hair <3

i think this all bodes rather well, and i'm feeling supremely happy that i'm probably getting only one C this quarter!

also, HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX is coming out July 13th, and HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS (queer name) is coming out July 21st.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

ROCK!

and there's PotC3 (joke) to look forward to in a week or so, and a whole night of no sleep to look forward to tonite.


anyhow, presently: (also titled 'why i am ever so slightly put out')

just woke up from a four hour nap which was most delicious.

i had the serious best dream ever that left me with that horrible feeling that it would never be real when i woke up. aside from the persians storming the hotel and asian waitresses in wedding dresses, it was actually pretty realistic aside from who i was with.

(to sara/courtney: no it's not who you're thinking about if you're reading this; i've never told anyone that i liked him and goddammit no matter how much i try to ignore i probably do)

which, you know, isn't cool. i know it's just high school and i know i just have a year left (isnt that scary?) but he's been in and out of my life for a long while and i just can't ever really admit to how much i adore him (<--friggin faggot ass side of me talking, excuse me)

i think i think i like him so much because i have this drive to change totally and completely to make him like me. i feel that i would do almost anything to get his attention (in that way that is, we're friends so i get all the friendly attention you could ever hope for) no matter what it is. i know this is a super dumb thing but i really do believe that, i dunno, that everything would just be perfect if i could be with him, yanno?

it's not even that there's anyone in the way of him liking me; it's just that he never will because...i dont know why not, but he wont.

and whenever i happen to think of him it's cloudy and grey outside; everything seems to be covered in a soft blanket of clouds and approaching or receding rain; my favourite weather.

oh god damn me and my stupid feelings.

the second i get him to like me (if i ever could) i know i'll just push him away again which is probably why i havent ever really tried; i'd rather be just his friend than that

god fucking damn it.

i love how my mood gets worse and worse and i know it was just a dream but i feel like i'm...i dunno, really missing out, or that i'm not trying hard enough, and maybe he's the right one for me but i'll never know because i'm such a fucking dumb ass and i probably wont even admit out loud that i like him as much as my brain thinks i do.

::breath::

i dont want a case of unrequited love on my hands; maybe i'll tell him at the end of next year...

the fucking end

also we sang and there was cake (chocolate with raspberries)

another one of the greatest (busy) weekends ever!

man i seem to be having these a lot lately, haha

so friday:

busy friggin day. failed another math test (goddamn, i've got a D in that class...mum'll kill me) but it's really irrelevant.

preliminary auditions for mister and miss spruce creek. cross your fingers for me! i find out tomorrow if i got in! ::anxious:: i think i did an alright job, and it's an original and entertaining enough monologue; i should be fine.

then dillan had disappeared; she was with danny and caitlyn. i called them and they came and picked me up. they were going to get their hair done for the prom fashion show. now i was sposed to be helping out with that in the back; behind the scenes, project runway style, but the people at the salon decided to do my hair for me anyways. it looked soooooooo sweet! i felt like a clive barker painting ^^

then it was back to school to help everyone into their dresses and tuxes and, horror upon horrors, put makeup on the male models. that was eventful, let me tell you, hahah. they got all made up and fabulous, and things were going staggeringly well and hectically untill i was stuck with the headphone things that meant i was stage manager for the night.

now that was pressure...let me tell you. but it went really well as a whole and everyone had loads of fun and looked fabulous!

danny was a doll and drove me home, but first we stopped off at ritter's. a lot of kids were there and we hung out for a bit with lemon-shake-ups and ran over to alfredo's to say 'hi' to cardie's family.

then cardie and danny came over to my house and we ate pizza and played guitar hero; so much fun.

they left and i went to bed a bit later than i should've.


saturday:

i went to bed too late the night before because saturday i was sposed to wake up and take the SATs...oh well. i took them, bored and tired and out of it, and left.

the traffic was horrible and i discovered, to my amusement, that i inherited my sailor's mouth from my mother, haha.

then it was rushing from home to my guitar lesson. i hung with the guys there and then learned some pink spiders tunes. hopefully i'll score a job there over the summer! that'd be totally sweet.

then it was home again and quick shower before eric and danny showed up because they were picking me up so we could go see 300

went to danny's house to pick up his car, was attacked by his horny one-nutted dog, and went to pick up kyle from his friends house. back to danny's, ate pizza and had this really neato sweet drink. danny and eric got showered (they had come from their soccer game and were all sweaty and what not, haha) and we headed off towards cardie's house.

huzzah and hooray, kill bikers! made fun of bikers on the way and talked about weapons and general manly stuff (HUUAH!)

got to cardie's house. they finally showed me gears of war, which was disappointingly like halo, but still really neat (it's disappointing because i'm bad at halo). myspace checks and then we leave for the movies.

can you say fucking traffic? we did. many times.

we ditched cardie outside ocean walk, so he had to park the car, poor guy, and he missed the first five minutes or so of the movie.

so did eric and i, because we were waiting for him with tickets.

of course the guy stopped and asked if i was 17. i was (not) and we got in.


INSERT ONE OF THE GREATEST MOVIES EVER HERE

sooooooooooo great!

then we were off. we hollered at a prostitute who smiled at eric (because he's asian) and generally acted like giant idiots, and purchased energy drinks at a seven eleven.

back to cardie's house for more gears of war and myspacing (for danny, he made a myspace for the pokemon gengar) and then eric and danny and i left around 11:30.

dropped danny off at home and then tralala i was dropped off at home and went promptly to sleep, totally exhausted and ready to dream about ancient wars and gods


sunday:

i woke up late and read for a bit and practiced guitar. then i decided that it would be a super day to go to the beach.

so we (dad, me, jeremy, chloe and isabel) went. i played and had fun and then fell asleep and got burned burned burned. but oh well.

we had subs for lunch and i played with tombo.

then i soaked in aloe vera and watched 'secondhand lions' which is one of my top favourite movies of all time because it's like aladdin and the princess bride and big fish kinda mushed together. huzzah.

dad made pancakes for dinner and then i went upstairs and did homework till 11-ish because i think having fun is more important than grades, haha


so now i'm burnt and happy and generally wiped out. but in a few days it's spring break and i have to find a dress for prom and my burn will eventually turn gold and i have to hang out with my friends and get started on my american history and world lit IAs.

i'll go to sleep any minute now, i swear.

the end!

i've been having weird dreams lately

worse than normal i spose, so i finally got out the ol' dream book upon which i used to rely so heavily to go over last night's tryst in the world of the sandman...

i dreamt of escapes and battles and flying machines and great scapes of old land. it was something akin to the crack baby i imagine would be born if 'swan lake' ever mated with 'aesops fables' who was infected with a bad dose of the french revolution.


it was night and i wasnt me (i so rarely am in these dreams) i think she (me?) was in love with someone. but that didnt matter because she was really someone else anyways. there was running through outdoor passages and ruins of old blue-grey castles that were more shadow than solid. i think i met up with whoever she was in love with. but she was spirited away by a man who wore a huge red hat.

he must have been puss in boots. may have been.

the cat in the hat (who wasnt really a cat, but who was at the same time) drove her away in a vehicle that could've been a carriage or a pumpkin or both, but when she glanced out the window, he reached out and unzipped reality, revealing another dimension where millions were hard at work doing...things.

they (we?) were flying now, miles it seemed above an endless sea of green and daylight (the first i've seen in a dream in a long while). there were battles going on underfoot; battles of extraordinary proportions and of the oddest creatures and men.

there were creatures of every other sort building mountains that scratched the very ceiling of the world, and giants who didnt mind having their legs carved into hills and valleys. they may have been sleeping. or they could have been dead.

she (i?) saw something and i was no longer a character. the dream became a movie.

she spotted a group of (mostly) recognizable animals; cats, raccoons, foxes, birds, and they were all working hard on the flank of a particularly large giant.

there was a skirmish and the dream skipped a bit. a fox and a wolf were being punished. while dreaming i assumed it was for all they had done as antagonists in fairytales, but i found the punishment rather harsh all the same.

it seemed as if they were being killed over and over again. they were pushed face first into an opening in a cliff; you could see through it or something, and their heads were chopped off by a sideways sort of guillotine.

but their heads kept on growing back and they were always snarling as they were pushed into the hole over and over again; getting more irritated each time.

the raccoon, or was it a possum? it looked very smug as it pulled the lever for the blade over and over again. the other animals looked on, uncomfortable.

as the wolf was being pushed back down the hole for what seemed the millionth time, he snarled especially fiercly and was able to pull his way out a bit so the blade only grazed the tip of his grey nose.

he jumped out, started towards the raccoon/possum and bit its (now screaming) face off.

the fox disappeared; i hope to safety.

the wolf ran quickly out of the green and the sunshine and into the world from whence we had come; the world of blue and grey and ruins.


there were a few fuzzy bits before and after, but i believe that was the main bit.

i think i really understand what was going on in my mind, and it was an excellent prediction for today (my dreams usually are right on the spot)

so here are a few various meanings for it:

night - night can represent our unconscious or the areas of ourselves that we dont wish to show to anyone else. in general, the night represents the darker side of the self, which is safe to explore during a dream state.

ruins - if we see ruins it is usually as a result of vandalism or a natural disaster. if it is due to vandalism or carelessness it points to our own destructive urges. if it is not of our doing then we must accept it and move on just as we do with all of nature's disasters.

hat - putting on a hat in a dream can signal the awakening of your creative impulses or your desire to find a solution to a problem.

flying - most likely dreams of a longing for freedom or of letting go, as well as dreams of journeying.

grass - if in your dream the grass in greener on the other side of something (the fence) it is reflecting your emotions; you may be feeling that others are better off than you are. green grass is a symbol of success and growth.

battle - if you dream that you are involved in a battle or war it is likely to suggest that you are 'batting' difficulties, or striving to overcome opposing forces.

giants - giants in a dream may be indicating that you feel powerless, or that whatever issue you are facing seems too big for you to handle. recognise your own power and outwit the problem.

fox - dreaming of a fox signifies someone sly and cunning. it is a warning to watch out for this sort of person or behaviour in your life.

wolf - dreaming of a wolf may suggest that you feel threatened on an individual level or as part of a group.

execution - if you dream of your own execution, you may be experiencing a period of depression or low self-esteem. the execution imagery may well be representing self-punishment. if you see someone else being executed, the dream may be of a more judgemental nature. you may well be thinking that someone ought to be 'shot' or 'strung up' for their offensive action.

guillotine - the guillotine usually signifies that you feel you are losing your mind or losing your head over someone. despite the guillotine being a weapon used to execute people, we associate it more with the killing of our common sense. you may have a desire to 'cut off' your head (rational thoughts) and make decisions based on the heart (impulsions).

teeth - the teeth are traditional symbols of aggression and appetite.

well shit if that wasnt perfect.

the night and ruins show that i've been feeling a sort of turmoil that i havent been able to understand (unconscious), but the man/cat in the red hat (rhyme) shows that i've been wanting to figure out how i can make sense of it all; to resolve whatever problem.

now lately i've been sort of odd and worrying about, i dunno, i spose pointless things...but they've been really worrying me and it's been for forever and i dont quite understand (or didnt until i resolved it) and just lately (past few days) i decided to address the problem(s)

the flying carriage shows that i want to free myself from my silly problems and will try to resolve them.

seas of green grass predicted a fruitful and positive outcome to my 'battles'.

i was feeling rather powerless about my worries and the dead or sleeping giants seemed to symbolize the calming of those worries and the restoration of my power over my life.

alright...the fox. now foxes are and have always been one of my favourite animals; a familiar almost. i tend to associate myself with foxes in stories and fables, so i think the fox wasn't so much sly and cunning person, but more of my recent behaviour of skirting around my problems.

the wolf, obviously, represents my 'pack' (wolf pack) of friends and my feelings towards them (they've been the problem really; it's all confusing sort of).

so the execution of my negative behaviour and my friends is a direct parrallel to how badly i've been feeling about myself and my actions and also my wish to resolve or kill (stop) the issue with my friends.

with the problem about my friends, i've kind of been 'losing my head' at least in an emotional sense and until today i was feeling like just flying off the handle at them all, hahah, i'm glad i didnt.

the wolf/my friends/my relationship with my friends saved itself (i.e. the problem was resolved) by biting off the face of the one who was bothering it.

so today i 'bit the bullet' so to speak and finally addressed my problems (go me!)

the wolf's escape and the disappearance of the fox seem to me to be the second reassurance that things will be okay, the wolf (pack) will run again (the way it should) and the fox (the individual) will no longer be needed (i'll be back with my friends)

i think my dream may've been urging me in an unconscious sort of way to resolve my problem so that's what i did today and ta-dah! everything seemed to work out just peachy keen for me, which is all i ever wanted anyways; the happy (?) ending in my dream and the good omens in it for me probably gave me some sort of extra courage today to finally get it all over with

it's been a while since i did this, so i think it's a good thing i started off again with a dream that was so obvious and easy to relate to reality.

the end!

that no one actually reads these things, but oh well, i like the sound my keyboard makes when i type (i spose that was the internet equivalent of saying 'i like the sound of my own voice' too bad it's true) and i just feel like jotting stuff down every now and again

so the language festival was pretty dumb and i didnt do all that much for it, and i have to find out tomorrow whether or not my horrible rendition of the mayan hero twins won anything (i always get something, but yanno...)

oh deary me, i adore the idea of the hero twins story. it's just so terribly cool and, honestly, how could a legend not be amazing when it stars a pair of godly twins with names like Hun-ahpu and Xbalanque? props to you pseudo mayans out there who can properly pronounce that second name.

so lately i've spent my time reading more and more (i had stopped for a while because of school but i'm backtracking on my road of literature addiction) and i rawther blame the portrait of dorian grey (damn you oscar wilde!)

as a result of my increase literacy rate, i've been ordering shit-loads of used books and comics from barnes and noble dot com.

gods of books, internet shopping and postal systems, please oh please let them be in readable condition when they arrive!

if you couldnt tell i'm slightly warry of these sorts of internet things...

i'm especially looking forward to recieving in the mail a comic-version of one of my favourite short stories by neil gaiman, only the end of the world again, which is about (derp, what else?) a werewolf! my most favoured of the mythical folk, hahaha

suh-weet.

mmm, wasted money and bagels seem to be my way of life currently, also, anthologies of science fiction short stories (though i think that may count as wasted money)

mum says i can paint my room, so when my grades go up this week, i'll have a 'paint emmie's room' party

and then i get to go and buy new furniture and put all of my pictures and posters back on the freshly painted walls.

aah! that means new bedclothes too, and that means shopping, and that means new shoes and more clothes!

oh life you are great

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so for valentine's day i decided to do my annual 'bake-a-shit-load-of-choco-a-thon'

i planned flourless chocolate cake, chocolate covered strawberries, and chocolate mousse cake.

two of the three are happening because mum lost the recipe for flourless chocolate cake that i made three years ago for her birthday and god knows when i'll have the time to make it again and much less make it exactly the same ::sigh:: another dessert that will never again be tasted...

the strawberries went fine, but i didnt make quite enough of them so i'm waking up a bit earlier (4:50) than usual (5) in order to finish off another batch or so.

chocolate mousse cake...now that was quite an endevour let me tell you. the mousse itself is terribly annoying to make, so i wont even bother with all that because it's over and done with. the cake however...well, originally i was going to make tiny, seperate cakes, but i didnt have enough pans so i decided to make a big one. it was going all well until i took the cake out of the oven and discovered i had forgotten to grease the pan.

oh gods of cooking, what had i done to offend you?

anywho, it's just cake after all, so i just really quick made a second batch and thank saint valentine, it turned out perfectly. so the mousse is all ready on top of the cake and it'll just set over night and be all perfect and fluffy in the morning and i simply cannot wait to eat it!

i've got to go finish quite a few dishes now, and i fear that i may be rawther tired tomorrow and i doubt i'll look my cutest. ::sigh:: such is life i suppose...


oh! i also purchased a copy of "The Portrait of Dorian Grey" and goodness if it isnt one of the most supremely nice books to read! it's terribly easy to follow and the words flow in an easy sort of way that is so rare to find in books written way back when.

oh dearest oscar wilde, whatever would i do without you?

<3

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so february has so far been and probably will be a rawther busy month for me.

this weekend was already kind of packed.

friday night i went to tennis and then rushed to ocean walk to hang out with some ormond kids (which i never do and probably should more often because they're, oddly enough, pretty fun!) and see hannibal rising. the movie was totally super and we had an adventure in an empty stair well full of kids which was very fun and then we jumped on the beach and chatted and got coffees and i bought a CD at starbucks that automatically classifies me as a grade A 'derp'.

saturday i woke up bright and early for group 4, which wasnt quite as horrible as i had been dreading. actually, there were some fun bits, like nature walks and snakes and flowers and calling mister platt a fruity man and hoping he didnt hear me. also, wading in dirty river-ness and killing small water-dwelling creatures on accident. i had a cheesey bagel for breakfast, which is like god but tasty, and listened to the knack with mum on the way over and had panera for lunch with cream soda. because i'm in bio i actually didnt have to do quite that much for the actual experimenting part.

the bad thing about saturday, however, was that i was so totally exhausted from my nature walking and exploring and generally having a wilderness adventure and searching for wild pigs, that i couldnt rightly go over to loli's house and make shirts and hang out. i hope i have time next weekend though, cuz she's so fun and i always miss her.

i went home and slept on and off for a very long time and watched...what did i watch? righto, reruns of SNL, which keep me entertained.

sunday (today) i woke up and had, wonder of wonders, more bagels for breakfast! but i had slept in so late i wasted half the day. i did english homework most of the morning and memorized lines (but not my spanish poem which i really really need to) and then went to the library for a bit of work. i also watched 'platinum weddings' and decided that i want to throw an old fashioned masked ball (how the two things correlate i've no earthly idea). there was paella for dinner which was omgdelicious and i also watched 'Dog Day Afternoon' which was very entertaining.

this coming school week is actually going to be kind of busy:

monday - tonnes of english work due, most of it kokoro. i need to be off book for the one act, and i hope hope hope i know it alright. also, sometime during this week is extra credit for prince which i desperately need because notebooks are stupid.

tuesday - courtney's birthday! ooh fun fun fun-ness and surprises in store and more likely than not, lots of food. i am more likely than not performing my second skit in drama tuesday, which will be alright because it's simple dialouge with extra british accents. the afternoon and evening will mostly consist of the purchasing of valentine gifts and the making of chocolates for everyone who matters (i.e. everyone)

wednesday - valentines day! chocolate distribution and (i hope) receiving. early release day and more likely than not presents when i wake up and get home. i love holidays at the pappa house <3 also, tennis.

thursday - monsterous spanish test more likely than not and i hope i remember it because i sure as hell have no idea what it's on now. actually, i've no idea what i'm doing thursday. chocolate hangover and disappointment.

friday (friggaday) - tennis in the evening (group lesson) and hopefully a fun something or other to do later on.

BY THE WAY. my dad's back from wherever he was. i missed him terribly and he brought me caramels.

weekend:

MEGACON! either saturday or sunday, hoping to go with/see sara/courtney/margaux/rosie there. it'll be fabo.

babysitting one day this weekend, so i can pay myself back for valentines gifts that i bought for my friends.


things i didnt do this weekend that i need to do:

-talk to jenny
-get a haircut
-clean my room
-memorize spanish poem.


which reminds me, the weekend after next is foreign language fair and i need to do a project for it...damn damn damn.

i'm tired.

much love if you read this, hahaha.

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