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Bill Gates's email address is billg@microsoft.com. [27 Apr 2004|03:54pm]
[ mood | touched ]

You have no idea how crappy I feel for not updating this... If anyone checks here anymore, I am sorry. I'll try to fill you in on what happened since I was here last (which isn't much).

So, I shall (yes, I shall!) first talk about Emilie and Lauren's Grand Adventure in San Francisco, because after all, it was quite grand. I greatly underestimated San Francisco you know... I mean, I knew it had malls and shopping centers, but a Neiman Marcus? An entire Louis Vuitton? Saks Fifth?! Lauren and I were tickled pink and blue when we turned a corner and found ourselves at Union Square. (I was the pink one, cos I wasn't freaking out quite as much as Lauren. Sorry, dear.) I didn't even know about Union Square! Why does no one tell me these things? It should be common knowledge to a fashionista thirteen-year-old such as myself.

Oh, I'm going to interrupt myself very quickly to say that, before all this, Lauren and I stopped by Sephora's and this underground mall. It was so marvy, you should have been there. We're so going back, huh Lauren? Now read on...

So first we stopped by the Louis. It was so great, except that I was broke and Lauren had a grand total of $40 in her hot little hand. I hate that phrase. Plus we weren't exactly dressed for the occasion, me with my "grungewear" (two words; Ugg boots -- not even real Uggs, some knockoff brand as Lauren so generously pointed out, haha) and Lauren, with her... actually she looked pretty good, but you're forgetting that we are at a Louis Vuitton, ma friend. Her UCD sweatshirt and jeans? Very PacSun. Very Abercrombie & Fitch. Very American Eagle. Not very LV. OK, I think I got my point across... Anyway, so we walk inside and immediately those big guys in black suits and sunglasses that stand by the door start checking us out. Unfortunately not in THAT way, more in a they-can't-be-seriously-shopping-here way. As a matter of fact they started following us... it was creepy. We ignored it and, after getting over the initial shock that we were actually in an LV and touching everything in sight to confirm that it wasn't just a dream (actually that was only me, Lauren was the one yelling at me for touching everything in sight to confirm that it wasn't just a dream), we found the smallest and least expensive thing in the store -- this itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini wallet. It was as tall as a pinkie finger and as wide as a thumb. THAT small. So we ask the nearest store person how much it costs. Now, you may want to sit down, my dear readers. This will shock you.


Yes, $375! I know, I know! I did the same thing that you just did, I said in a louder-than-it-should-be voice, "That's ridiculous! For THAT LITTLE THING?" Or something along those lines. I was immediately slapped and harshly spoken to by my comrade, as I'm sure your comrade has just done. After looking at some obnoxiously expensive pumps (ha, I almost wrote pimps) and dresses that weren't going to fit anyone but Karolina Kurkova, we left, because I had sort of kind of humiliated myself and Lauren and needed to move on with our lives... The drama!

Awwww. My sister just made cookies. With the butterscotch and white chocolate chips... I've, uh, got to go. Right now. More later!

(5 raccoon eyes x Smear your eyeliner.)

Heyyyyyyyyy. [09 Apr 2004|06:13pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

So. Emilie's Grand Adventure has officially ended, I got back from L.A. last night circa 11:00. It was sweeeeet (*gigglesnort* I finally saw Dude, Where's My Car?). Hollywood was ze best part by far. It was even magical-er than Disneyland. I'll blabber about that later though. Anyway, I put up a new layout... it's a little strange I'll admit, but I like it. I got the picture here, from atPictures.com, so now I can't get sued. Adriana is a goddess, non? My favorite models are her, Laetitia Casta, Lonneke Engel, James King, Gisele Bundchen, and Karolina Kurkova. The superficial-ness of me.

Oh, we also went to the beach. That was great, I love the ocean just as much as your next Californian. However, being myself (that is, being stupid) I didn't wear sunscreen and got fried. By the sun. I had sunburns the size of... very large sunburns. (I'm never long on imagination.) I hate my skin, it doesn't tan, it burns. So, if you ever see a very tan Emilie you will know that it is very fake.

Anyways. I guess this is a good time to brag about what I did in Hollywood. Which isn't very much but it was fun nevertheless.

First we went on this tour of the stars' homes in Hollywood and Beverly Hills. That was really neat except I've forgotten the names of half of the people's homes we got to see... and most of the houses were smothered in bushes so you couldn't see a godforsaken thing... but that's not really important now, is it? Here are the people's whose houses we saw (at least the ones that I remember):

Madonna, Britney Spears, Johnny Depp, Tobey Maguire, Keanu Reeves, Anthony Hopkins, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Halle Berry, Hugh Hefner (the Playboy Mansion!), Shirley Temple, Shaquille O'Neal, Courteney Cox and David Arquette, Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston, Elvis Presley, Tori Spelling, Will Smith, Jack Nicholson, John Lennon, Mel Gibson

And then we got to go to Rodeo Drive. It was HEAVEN ON EARTH. Two blocks of pure heaven. Everywhere I looked I thought, "Lauren would love this!" and "Lauren would love that!" I could live happily for many years without ever stepping foot off Rodeo. It is home of Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Versace... siiiigh. And I haven't even begun.

Of course we went to Grauman's Chinese Theatre after that and the Walk of Fame and the Kodak Theatre (where the Oscars were held! SQUEEEAL!!) because it is an unwritten law for tourists to visit those places, and guess what?! I got to meet some of the Miss America beauty pageant contestants and watch them being filmed for some special on ABC! I got to see Miss Wisconsin and Miss Florida and Miss Michigan and Miss Idaho I think, I don't really remember... And I saw Ryan Seacrest being filmed for his show, "On Air With Ryan Seacrest." I still hate that little twerp but whatever. I just caught a glimpse of him talking to a lady down in some plaza. I wish I wasn't so vague but we were only in Hollywood for a few hours and it happened really fast. It's funny, because after awhile these things don't faze you. I mean, after being in L.A. for even a few hours you get used to seeing famous places and even a few famous people. My mom's friend who lives in Los Angeles has seen lots of big stars like Mel Gibson and Madonna and Jennifer Aniston, but she acts like it's no big deal and it really isn't to these L.A. natives.

Another great thing about L.A. is how FRIENDLY the people are. Sure, there are creeps and stalkers and drug dealers and all that, but for the most part the people in L.A., at least in the nice parts, are really outgoing and friendly. They just walk up to you and say, "Hi, my name's Jeff, I'm from Australia, my grandmother's name is Bernice, would you like these tickets to see the premiere of Kill Bill Volume Two?" Or, "Hello there, I'm Karen and I was wondering what your favorite song is because I'm on a scavenger's hunt." (That one happened to me, actually.) Or, "Are you from California? Your legs are all sunburnt, did you know that?" (Unfortunately, that happened too.) DISCLAIMER: That is a very stereotypical thing to say and I'm sorry if I offended anyone by that comment. Coughcoughcough.

Love you all,

(2 raccoon eyes x Smear your eyeliner.)

SPRING BREAK! BOOYAYAYAYA! [02 Apr 2004|03:57pm]
[ mood | okay ]

So I survived the school day, but it was hard. The clock couldn't have ticked any slower than... it... did...

Ms. Kennedy pretty much dropped a bomb onto my lap during the appointment. Apparently I'm failing science, which means I can't go to lab science or biology unless I get my rear in gear, and I'm not getting a C or higher in Spanish II, so I might have to repeat it, and I'm not getting a B- or higher in geometry, so I'm going to do it again. I guess.

I think I have the right to say that I AM SCREWED. You say that every other sentence, Lauren, but it's quite the contrary (ew, I sound so Beatrix Potter).

Anyway, on a happier note... Andrew doesn't want to go to L.A. anymore (he looks at being the only boy in a group of seven as a bad thing), so this could possibly leave our car with an empty seat. So now I can bring twice as many pillows! Or I could bring Lauren... Or lots of pillows! Decisions, decisions.

(Smear your eyeliner.)

Randommmmmmmmmmm. [02 Apr 2004|07:43am]
[ mood | giddy ]


My sister told me this one. So there's this girl on her swim team, Cara Patterson and she's really cool (anyone with their bellybutton pierced is cool in my book) and tall and pretty and all that stuff and one of the fastest swimmers on the team. Their coach, Pete, is a little... well, strange is the best way to put it.

So Cara goes up to Pete yesterday and says in a quiet-ish voice, "Pete, I'm sorry but I can't swim anymore." He asked her why, and she said she was pregnant. Pete just stared at her for a moment and then found her boyfriend, who is also on the team, and started SCREAMING at him because he had "ruined the swim team" because "Cara is his best swimmer" and he "never wanted to see him again," etc.


Sorry, I love that. Pete is such an oddball, though it makes sense in a screwed-up way that he would yell at her boyfriend instead of her. Whatever.

Today at 9:30 I get to go to Emerson for a meeting with the counselor, about going to Emerson next year or something. I like Ms. Kennedy so this should be fun. And I get to skip math...


P.S. The German exchange student is here. She is sooooo adorable! I love the accent. I should write more but right now I have to get ready...

(Smear your eyeliner.)

FUNNY FUNNY FUNNY [01 Apr 2004|06:18pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

Thanks for this, Diana!

Taoism: Shit happens.
Hinduism: This shit has happened before.
Confucianism: Confucius says, "Shit happens."
Buddhism: It is only the illusion of shit happening.
Zen: What is the sound of shit happening?
Islam: If shit happens, it is the will of Allah.
Jehovah's Witnesses: Knock, knock. "Shit happens."
Agnosticism: Maybe shit happens and maybe it doesn't.
Protestantism: Shit won't happen if I work harder.
Catholicism: If shit happens, I deserve it.
Judaism: Why does shit always happen to me?
Televangelism: Send money or shit will happen to you.
Rustafarian: Smoke that shit.

Independent: Shit happens.
Democrat: Shit is a vast right-wing conspiracy.
Republican: The rich deserve more shit.
Moderate: We must consider shit's right to happen.
Liberal: Shit will happen if we don't spend enough.
Conservative: The courts have allowed too much excrement.
Reform: We can't get our poop in a group.
Socialist: Support the equal distribution of shit.
Communist: Come the revolution, shit will not happen.
Libertarian: Legalize all kinds of shit.
Green: Compost happens.

The end! I don't know why I find that so funny, but I do.

Thanks for calling, Lauren, you are so loyal. Good dog. That really sucks about the piercing thing -- but you nevah know, maybe this was meant to be and now you'll be able to get your tongue pierced, hmm? I hope the appointment goes well. Doctors aren't all that scary, I promise. I just remembered what happened at my last physical, so never mind.

I need more friends on LiveJournal. Hmmrrph. I'm like an Internet hermit.

(Smear your eyeliner.)

Jajajajajaja! I'm Deutsch! [01 Apr 2004|04:47pm]
[ mood | ditzy ]

Tonight ist ze night. My sister's German exchange student is arriving at seven or eight. She's going to stay with us for a month! I didn't know this. I thought she was leaving after spring break... Bummer. I'm kidding, she sounds cool. She has like fifty piercings and her dad's a hitman and she collects bazookas.


She plays trumpet. She is an only child. Her name is Linda for panties' sake! That is my grandmother's name -- in other words, her name brings bad memories to mind. Hahaha, April Fools! Except for the part about Granny's name being Linda. And that stuff about the girl... oh never mind. She sounds like a sweetie. We're going to go to L.A. with her and Disneyland and the beach (surfing lessons BEBE!) and it should be one hell of a road trip. Kidding again. Hardyhar. It's like a family vacation minus the dad factor because he's staying in Davis for some idiot reason... Anyway. Back to my kickass spring break. I might be able to go to Kitson's, which according to Lauren is Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie's fave boutique, and the Vans skatepark (uh, that was actually Andrew's idea) and the shooting of Lords of Dogtown because I'm like a VIP! APRIL FOOOOLS! Sorry this is getting really annoying...

Lauren is so right, this site rocks!! HARD AND STEADY BABYYYYYYY! Seriously though, it's a really cool site -- especially the horror part, check it out.

Lauren, I need to have a word with you. A very long word, about your... NAVEL! I don't want to embarrass you so I won't say any more, but you'd better call me or else I'll be forced to... call YOU!

That is all. But be afeared, more is coming.


(Smear your eyeliner.)

THE NAMELESS ENTRY [31 Mar 2004|08:25pm]
[ mood | crappy ]


Apparently I'm going back to Emerson next year... Mom finally grasped how much I hate Holmes and talked to a few people, pulled a few strings, and now I'm doing split-cite independent study for ninth grade. Which means that I'll have, like, four classes at home and three at school if you don't count lunch. I'm happy about it, I guess. I just... urrghh. I JUST HATE EMERSON! But I hate Holmes more I guess... it's like pick your poison, and I pick Emerson. I'd rather be miserable with one person I know (haha, Lauren) than be miserable by myself. I have no one at Holmes. It's not that the people there are mean, they're actually a lot nicer than everybody at Emerson in my opinion, but I'm just too shy and stupid and depressed to meet them. I didn't mean for this to be a "woe is me, feel sorry for Emilie" post, but unfortunately that's what it's turned out to be. Sorry guys. Not that anybody reads this, but never mind that.

Today I did the Davis Diamonds thing. It was okay. I saw a picture of Mary-Caitlyn from "Cheer Camp 2003" or something. That was neat. And there's this huge pit of foam blocks that you jump into, and you like SWIM in them. That was fun. And squishy... ahhh brings back memories of the womb. Not.

Back to my pitiful life!

I'm also dreading going back to Emerson because, well... I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS THERE EITHER. Sure, there's Lauren, but who needs that bitch? (Chortle, chortle.) Poor Emilie. And now that Rhiannon hates me (actually it turns out that she hated me all last year, but that's a different story I guess) I'm screwed when it comes to friends. I went and messed up my chances with her by being "annoying." So. (I hope she doesn't read this... hehehehe.) And, not that MC really goes to Emerson, but I screwed up things with her. I know that she's my "number 1 fan." I'm dealing with all of this in the worst way possible. I've never been hated before in my entire life... I've never been faced with this before. It's all new to me. So I don't really know how to react. Like how to get them not to hate me... Maybe I should just forget the whole thing? OK. That's what I'll do.

But here are some pros about going to Emerson:
- Little Brother is going there next year, so I can freely embarrass him.
- It's a whole lot closer to home (I can ride my bike -> Mom doesn't drive me -> gas doesn't pollute world -> I save trees! Not really.)
- I won't be in GATE so I'll have an easier time when it comes to *shudder* grades.
- I can harass the seventh grader that has my old locker because, uh, I have the combination! (I'm thinking death threats, missing books, the usual...)
- I can be with the true love of my life, his name being aflkjwejeiodoj. Oh sorry, my fingers slipped... How unfortunate.

Well then, I feel a little better. That's not saying much, I started this entry as an Eeyore/really depressed person. LiveJournal saves lives, man.

I think that's it. Yessir, that be all. Ciao babes!

xoxoxo Em

(Smear your eyeliner.)

HALLELUJAH! [31 Mar 2004|02:21pm]
[ mood | blah ]

The internet... is... back!

My *cough* idiot *cough* mother blew up our internet two days ago, so I have been on withdrawal for, well, two days. Yes, she blew up our internet in a literal sense... steam and all. She has a true talent for screwing things up. Ah well, that's my mom for ya.

I don't have much to say, but here's one thing: I know this girl from school and she seems really nice and really cool (she's like a punk-rocker-chick and she likes Relient K and Switchfoot). Anyway, today I saw her carrying a totebag that read...




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SPRING BREAK BABY! [28 Mar 2004|03:29pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Woo flipping hoo! I mean, er... go big blue!

I just found out that for spring break we're going to Disneyland and California Adventures or whatever it's called and the beach and this thing! This exchange student from Germany is coming to live with us next week, her name is Linda I think and she's flying in on Thursday. So we get to go on a ROAD TRIP for her! Yay. Before we leave we're going to visit the govinator too... my mom made an appointment with him, she says, and Linda gets to meet him. And next week is also Easter! Praise the Lord! (Hopefully that wasn't too sac-religious.)

When I found out that we're going on that celebrity house tour, the first thing I thought of was, "I HAVE TO BRING JULIA LAUREN!" (Ha ha, kidding again. Aren't I a riot?) Mom said that we wouldn't have enough room in the car though, with Linda and everybody else. Now all I have to do is find a way to keep Andrew in Davis and we're all set.

That's all I wanted to say! Happy Sunday! And Happy Essay Writing to Lauren, I'm sure it's going swell. Don't you just love that word...

<3 <3 <3 Emilie

P.S. That picture of Nikki (x) is freaky deaky! I made myself bleed once, but not like that. Eww. Cut class, not fingers! Thank you.

(3 raccoon eyes x Smear your eyeliner.)

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down. [28 Mar 2004|02:51pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

It's a good thing it's not raining. Or Monday.

Today has been okay, actually. I went with my mom to the Davis Diamonds gym and got some brochures about cheerleading, which should be fun. There are two cheer camps in the summer that I'm going to sign up for. How about it, Libs? Sound good?

I'm also feeling better today because we're having a BBQ! The first one all year. Me and Mama Big Lips (chortle, chortle) went to the store and stocked up on Oscar Meyer weiners and hamburger patties and actually went a little overboard. But that's okay, I haven't yet heard of someone who died from too many burgers and hot dogs. Maybe we should invite some people over to help get rid of all that food... someone like, oh, say Julia! Ha ha I'm kidding, do you want to come over Libby my dear? I know you're a vegetabletarian (speaking of that, I saw this guy in Jamba Juice yesterday with a shirt that said, "Vaginatarian," so does that make him gay or just a virgin?) but we have other food too. Your mom and dad can come too. Even bring Caitlin! It will be one big happy family thing. Whaddaya say?

Gee, this sounds an awful lot like an email. Maybe I should just email this to you instead. Oh well, no one else reads this anyway, so que c'est le pointe? Anyways... my mom talked to Jill today and she was like, "Oh, that's too bad that they didn't make it, they would have looked too cute in those outfits. Emilie with her pretty hair and Lauren with her beautiful, long legs." Isn't she a sweetheart? I love the Johnsons.

Speaking of Johnsons... I found another person to put in the Nicole Richie best friends page. Her name's Casey Johnson and she's the heiress of Johnson & Johnson Co. Apparently she and Paris and Nicole are best friends, so there you go. It sucks that we didn't make the Jewelicious awards! Oh well, Jingle Star looks promising. And that dumbass Jim... Arrgggh, people like that make me want to barf. GET THE HELL OFF OUR SITE!! Thank you!

That is all. THX 4 REEDIN!!


(Smear your eyeliner.)

What would you do with a Klondike bar? [28 Mar 2004|10:07am]
[ mood | sore ]

What fun. Too bad I didn't get "entirely Communist" or something. Marx all ze vay...

La la la la.

The end.

(Smear your eyeliner.)

Mmm. Peeps. [28 Mar 2004|01:14am]
[ mood | content ]

My mom just came home from el supermercado with all these Peeps... you know, the marshmallows with pink and purple sugar that are shaped like bunnies and chicks. Mmm. Gone now.

Today was nice. I woke up at 6:00 and ran around the block and left for cheerleading tryouts at eight, and then did that thing and came home and fell asleep until 4:30. Eww, I know. So then I went to see if I had made it onto the team and, sadly, no. (CONGRATULATIONS TO AMANDA LAGUNA, THAT LUCKY BIZNATCHY!! YOU DID AWESOMELY! She's not only on the squad, but the varsity squad. Snaps for her.) Then I went to Border's to visit the depressed Lauren. The end.

So maybe it wasn't so nice after all. Oy.

I think the judges at the tryouts hated me. They kept glaring and frowning and glaring and frowning. Oh well. I'm going to do Davis Diamonds cheerleading instead, and I'm going to take some of Letisha's classes through the city with Laaaaaaaaaaauren. That should be an experience.

Nothing much else to say. Oh yes, I made a new layout! Of the boobalicious and very Queen Amidala-looking Helena Christensen. She's so pritty.

That is all. Good night. It's 1:23! How cool is that!

(Smear your eyeliner.)

Hey. [20 Mar 2004|04:44pm]
[ mood | dorky porky ]

I'm back.

I missed LiveJournal too much, I wanted to come back. I love the communities and the people too much to say goodbye even though I've made a big jerk of myself and insulted a lot of people. OK, two people, but still. That really depressed me so I decided to runaway from my problems... that only made them worse. So, to some people's dismay I'm sure, I've brought this journal back from the dead and starting everything anew.

So, to MC and Rhiannon: I am soooo sorry.

Welllll, now I feel a little better. Just a little. Unfortunately, there's nothing really exciting or new for me to talk about. Oh, this was fun... yesterday morning I got a "special ride to school." My stupid mother called the cops because I said I wouldn't go to school (the sick routine never works on her). I had this huge essay due in English that, being the idiot that I am, forgot about and didn't remember until it was too late. I was hiding under the covers in my bed when my mom came into the room and threatened to call the truancy officer unless I got my rear in gear. I didn't believe she would, so I said in my most defiant, teenager-y voice, "Fine, go ahead!" She left the room and I kind of fell asleep. Twenty minutes later and my mom was banging on the door, saying that some police were there to take me to school. I was very disoriented and confused, and I looked out the window and saw two cop cars outside. I freaked out, got dressed really fast, and hightailed it outside. There was this big black dude in uniform waiting for me, and he just looked at me and said, "Get in the car." Well... I did. It was my first ride in a cop car, and hopefully not my last because it was SO FUN. I must sound very poseurish and stupid saying that, but I'm not lying. There were all these radios and transmitters and radars and stuff. Besides, think about how cool I must have looked getting escorted out of a cop car in front of the school. Hahaha, as if. Me with my pajama pants and Chuck Taylors -- a real threat to society, huh?

Not much else to say. Thanks for coming to my little sister's party today, Lauren, you made it tolerable. I hope you're having fun at Anna's right now.

I really want to change my icon. Keira Knightley is pretty, but blech. It's so nothing. At least it goes along with the colors... I vill change dos too.

(3 raccoon eyes x Smear your eyeliner.)

Tra la la boom dee ay... I push my pants away! [08 Mar 2004|03:47pm]
And while I'm standing there, pull down my underwear!

Ha HA! That's a song from my little sister's "Potty Time" movie. It teaches kids how to... you know. Use a toilet. It's, well... never mind that.

Onto more im-POE-tant matters, like my wedding. There is no information on Conrad and Barron Hilton anywhere! Oh well. I will persevere, in the name of pantyhose, I WILL PERSEVERE! Conrad and Barron, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha... Well that sounds a little freaky deaky but still, I will find out all I can and then ensnare one of them in my web of love and we will have a fairytale wedding and then I can be rich and famous and, most importantly, Paris's sister-in-law! Hahahahaha! Here I come.

Back to, um, here. Yes. Today was great (not). The only interesting part was when Lena and I discovered Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition in Matt's binder... the little perv. Oh well I still love him. He's so funny... we have named him Trojey because he has an eraser that he pretends is a condom. I'm not sure how that works, but whatever. I want to sit with Lena and Garrett tomorrow at lunch. That should be more fun than where I regularly sit, which is with Fiona and Caroline... staring at the popular people giggle and grope each other... Barrrrrf...

Well that's it for now. I'm not supposed to be on the computer and Mmmmmmmmom is coming home soon. She's ferocious.

(Smear your eyeliner.)

Lovely, lovely coconuts. [07 Mar 2004|11:17pm]
[ mood | creative ]

I've got a lovely pair of coconuts... diddly dum.

I want to go to this place: http://www.screamifyoucan.com/ No will come with me though, least of all Lauren. :( I wonder if it's really haunted... yes, I am a ghost junkie or whatever they call it. Damn proud of it. Ghosts are freaking real!

I'm going to join Robin's new Nikki Reed community! It's gotten off to a great start.

Another thing on my mind... cheerleading tryouts! Getting onto the team seems too good to be true. I can't even imagine what it would be like.

Well, I'm going to go do something. I could elaborate on my nervousosity but it will only increase my nervousness so, well. Oh my stars, I just remembered something else I have to tell you... my future husband! Lauren and I are going to marry one of Paris Hilton's little brothers. Their names are Baron and Conrad and they're, like, sixteen and thirteen. Lately I've been thinking about marrying Viggo Mortensen's son though. I saw Hidalgo last night and you know what? He's hot. Yeah. Uh huh, that's right Lauren, he is. He looks so much better in Hidalgo than he did in LOTR for some reason. At least his butt does. Oh he's so scrumdiddlyumcious! I'm sure a million gazillion other girls are typing similar entries into their ljs at this very moment, but whatever. I'm more creative. I'm going to marry his fifteen-year-old son instead. Is it wrong to like your future father-in-law? I hope not.

(1 raccoon eye x Smear your eyeliner.)

Ho hum. [19 Feb 2004|10:54pm]
[ mood | Stinky ]

Today was... Thursday-ish. Boring and sleepy and itching to move into Friday. Tonight I was THIS CLOSE (which is very close) to spending the night at Lauren's house, but alas, the whole it-is-Thursday thing really screwed it up. I spent the night at Maggie's house last year during a school night, I don't see why this would be any different. But the moms ruined everything by bringing sense into the subject. Who cares if it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense that I'm writing this right now when I should be have dreams of a certain someone named asjdflwoerodkfg. Oh sorry, my fingers slipped. How... unfortunate.

I really miss Emerson. And once I go to Emerson I'm going to "really miss Holmes." I'm just a really missful kind of person. I wish I wasn't, I miss being the kind of person -- see see see! I did it right there! I miss everything. Hell, I even miss Mrs. McBride with her bald spot and wet nose. OK, maybe not her... But you get the point.

I wish I got invited to Taylor's parties and fun things like Lauren Hunter and all those other supercalifragilistic people. I love tea parties. Hrmf. Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. I never understood that, did you? Why would I cry? Maybe I'd cry if I'm having PMS or if I really liked milk, but whatever. Anyways. What else can I talk about? I could talk about school. Fun. ACTUALLY it wasn't that bad today. What am I talking about, of course it was. I got my braces changed today. They are green, just like a leprechaun. So, the next time you see me you should thank me, because I just saved you the grief of looking at my gross teeth to figure out what color the braces are. I am too much, aren't I?

OH OH OH I'm so tired. Oh bejeebers, we have this final test tomorrow in English... on a book that I haven't even started... I'm even more screwed than I am normally... Oh well, Ms. Reeve loved me last semester when I failed her class, so hopefully things won't change.

Bye, you sexy thangs. (Meaning Lauren and... her dog.)

(Smear your eyeliner.)

NARRRF! [18 Feb 2004|11:19pm]
[ mood | yawn-y ]

Why the hell am I updating my livejournal at 11:21 at night. Huh... Well, I guess it's true that livejournal can turn sweet little A+ers like me into Internet zombies and social rejects. Oh wait, I was a computer geek and friendless before livejournal... never mind then. Hardyharharhar. Ugggh, see what I've become? A loser who cracks jokes to her computer screen and sits there stupidly drooling while she reads it. There is something... wrong... with... me...

How can I possibly make the transition from dork to non-dork when I've already ruined my reputation with everyone at school? It will be so hard. If I try to pull the popular, slutty act then they'll just call me a poser or something (even though I am) and if I stay the same I'll be just as unhappy as I am right now. Maybe I'm just making a molehill out of a mountain. Or whatever! Oh I'm so stupid. See? This is why I have no friends. Except for Lauren, who is only my friend to begin with because Camila moved away and I was her last resort. OK, now I'm just finding ways to feel sorry for myself... lo siento, ustedes. Not that anyone reads this anyway. But oh well. It's nice to pretend.

For some reason I felt really pretty today. I didn't look pretty but I felt like I did. It's because I actually drank eight glasses of water yesterday and ate the right amount of food and, get this... I went to bed at nine last night. BOOOYA! That is pretty damn amazing. So I looked healthier today and my skin was kind of glowy. Which is nice. And then I got asked out by the hottest boy at school and we ditched school together to go to -- sigh. I put the HOPELESS in HOPELESS ROMANTIC, don't I?

Well, I don't have much to say. I found out Evan's email address, it's funguyyy003@hotmail.com. Maybe I'll spam him? Or hack into his email account and read love letters to Tanaya. Such is the pathetic life of an eighth grade loser...

Once again I'm going to quote Lauren. "If you pretend to be something long enough, you will become it." So basically if I pretend to be cool, I will be cool. Or something like it. I hope this works, Libs, or I'll have to shoot your ass to hell. And then bring you back to life again. (Do you get it? Hahahaha, inside jokes make me feel tingly inside. Erm... not really.) So. I guess I'll go to sleep now, maybe my dreams will -- Omigosh!! I AM SUCH A LOSER! I am such a drama queen/psycho/nerd! I should write scripts for cheesy soap operas or something. Damn. I need to stop myself before it's too late... before the nerd disease takes over my entire body. Somebody save me!!!!

There I go again.

(1 raccoon eye x Smear your eyeliner.)

Forgive me, Robin! Dear, sweet Robin! [03 Dec 2003|04:55pm]
Sometimes I just want to strangle myself! Which is probably impossible to do, strangle yourself I mean, but never mind. I completely and totally forgot to thank Robin for this utterly cool livejournal which she oh-so-selflessly gave me! And, against my better judgement, I'm going to thank Brandi Herrera too because she gave Robin the code that made this lj. (For all of you who are unacquainted with Miss Herrera, she's known as Wintumn here on livejournal. Maybe I'll talk about her later. Maybe not.) But back to Robin! Dear, sweet, awesome, and totally fab Robin! You better go check out her livejournal now, at least after reading this, or I might just spontaneously combust. Did you know that Robin taught me that phrase? I told you she was trippin'! She likes almost all of the things I do, or maybe it's the other way around, but anyway we're really good friends and she's really a very wonderful and totally kickass chick. Her website's scrubjay.nu and you really should check that out too! It's for your own good!

OK, enough Robin love. What am I saying, you can never have too much of that! But what I mean to say is, moving right along... to, um, exhibit B. Now I'm going to rant about how totally divine The Simple Life is. I just love Paris Hilton, and Nicole Richie is cool too. A lot of people hate Paris, and I can understand why - she hasn't really contributed to the world, she's pampered and filthy rich, and drop-dead gorgeous. But I think the real reason no one likes her is because they're jealous. I mean, I am, why wouldn't someone be jealous of her? She has basically everything anyone would ever want... besides the sex scandal, I could pass on that, I guess. But hey, it got her publicity. Now she's like this household name, this insanely beautiful, rich, and famous person that everyone adores. My favorite Paris lines are, "What's Walmart? Do they sell walls?" and, "I'm like a life-size Barbie, without the boobs." She's so funny. SO THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS, WATCH SIMPLE LIFE TONIGHT ON FOX AT 8:30/7:30 CENTRAL!

I hafta go now, for personal reasons... Joking, my *cough* idiot *cough* brother needs to use the computer so that he can screw around with horny girls in AOL chatrooms. Actually, who knows what the hell he does on the computer? I might have to go undercover and investigate further...

(Smear your eyeliner.)

Welcome to... whatever this is. [02 Dec 2003|04:55pm]
Well, howdy do! I'm just ever so flattered that you're here and reading this, even though no one probably is except Robin. But that's all right, I won't let the fact that I'm currently unpopular and friendless burst my bubble. I'm just going to pretend like I have an enraptured audience, like I'm actually talking to human beings and not just my imaginary friend, Lizzie. She says hi. Anyway, I guess now is a good time to introduce myself (gosh, I sound so generic and dumb saying that... oh well, bear with me). I'm Emilie, I live an ordinary life in an ordinary town and go to, guess what, an ordinary school. But I'll try to make my daily entries seem more unordinary than they really are, just to keep you guys from dying of boredom. I'll embellish things somehow. But anyway, back to myself (and here is where I sound like a conceited little twit). Supposedly it's not safe to put out too much personal info. on the Internet, so I'll have to stop myself pretty soon before I tell you my address and phone number... but anyway. Instead I'll tell you about how gorgeous I am! Brown hair with blonde highlights (unfortunately, so is everyone else's hair 'round these there parts), blue eyes, pale skin (I really should get more sun, just like all my fellow Internet freaks on livejournal, but skin cancer scares me... yes, I am a total wimp), 5'4" (I wish so bad that I were taller, like 5'10" or 5'11" like Charlize Theron and Nicole Kidman), some freckles that are quickly fading from lack of sun, pierced ears and bellybutton (I have a funny piercing story, wanna hear it?), and contact lenses. I told you I was scarily ordinary.

Dum de dum... not much else to say when it comes to moi. I guess I should list off some interests of mine, so here goes. Actresses: Nicole Kidman, Naomi Watts, Paris Hilton, Audrey Hepburn, Charlize Theron, Keira Knightly, Jessica Alba, Nikki Reed, Natalie Portman. Actors: Tom Cruise, Hugh Grant, Russell Crowe, Mel Gibson, Ewan MacGregor, Heath Ledger, Ashton Kutcher. Foods: Top Ramen, pasta, curly fries, DiGornio pizza, chalupas, split pea soup, Chinese food, Swedish meatballs, KFC.

Sorry guys, I know you're just dying to hear more about me and my impossibly fascinating life, but I'm getting really tired. It's kinda sad, because it's only 10:00, but I'm not too much of a night owl on weekdays and, whaddaya know, it's a weekday. Plus I've got math, English, and social studies to do. Joy. So I'd better leave you, my adoring fan, and move on to the glorious world of homework! Hopefully you caught the sarcasm.

Thanks for reading and just being you!

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