Thursday, January 28, 2010

A zillion and four things to say...

NOT. I need a journal prompt again.
What are you looking forward to the most?
SUMMER.
Seriously, right now, my life consists of thinking about summer, wanting summer, and wishing summer were here. Legit. It's my life. I cannot wait for the late nights, beaches, cute boys haha, friends, sleepovers, my license, my car, and a life.
New topic...
The Hangover. Best. Movie. Ever. Legit. I can watch it forever. It's the highly innapropriate, modern, ridiculous Wizard of Oz. Soooooo funny. I'm going to marry Bradley Cooper. His character is funny as heck. Allan is so much better though. He's hilarious. The wolfpack speech will remain forever in my heart. As will the tiger lullaby.

My Alphabet Poem

Summer

An ardent, ablaze
Beach. Briny Breeze,
Cool colors collide.
Dawdling days do
Excite everyone. Envision
Fabulous fireworks forever,
Giggling girls gossip.
Happy, hopeful holiday.


It's about summer if you didn't catch that.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Oi.

Dear Wanna-Be-Journal,
You're ugly. Kidding, almost. I'm tired as usual. And waiting for someone interesting (*winkwink*) to come on AIM. Probably more information than the public wants to know, but you'll survive. Oi. I think I need to find a journal prompt website. I'll purpleGoogle it. Did you know that's a real thing? Seriously, type in purplegoogle.com or any color then google.com. It's pretty legit. Cool. I kind of like this one I found: what is your favorite room in your house and why?
I've got to go with my bedroom because it's my space. I'm pretty sure every teenager in the country shares this belief with me. I can decorate this one area however the heck I want and do pretty much whatever the heck I want there. My family doesn't come annoy there (often). I can keep it as messy or clean or disorganized as I want to and my mom can't say anything about it. It's my own place to get away from my problems, think things through, listen to music, or watch movies. I can hang out with friends there or sleep in. I love it because it's at the end of the house so it's extra separated.
Well, I have chores to do. Bye.

My Poem

Freedom

I look at the clock
1:39
Can't time go any faster?
Everyone's excited, talking,
Laughing.
The air is thick with
Excitement.
The bell rings, crystal
Clear.
We're out the door,
Saying our goodbyes.
Big yellow buses pull away
For the last time until
September.
Freedom,
Sweet freedom.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

My Apology Poem

Dear Lynn
I apologize to the mice you've killed,
With your inhumane traps.
And to the trees you destroyed
By making me write "I will not
Snap mouse traps" a hundred times.
You want to get rid of the mice?
Get a cat.
Sorry i saved one mouse's life.
Psyche.

So, that's it. My other version was better. You see, what happened was...I wrote one and then did I revision. Guess which version I threw out? Yeah, the revision.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Seven Reasons to Turn Down a Marriage Proposal

So, as you can see in the title, this is going to be seven reasons to not accept a marriage proposal.

Why you should turn down a marriage proposal:
  1. You don't like them. Plain and rather obvious. Don't like em, don't say yes.
  2. They aren't Johnny Depp. Okay, maybe this one only applies to me, but hey, you can't settle.
  3. They hate your dog. Just no, let's not even go there.
  4. They're an immigrant and need you to marry them in order to stay in the country. It's just not alright in my book.
  5. They don't like your favorite food. Food is a biiiiiig part of my life and if you don't appreciate a taco, please go away.
  6. You've already been married, like, seventeen times. It's probably not going to be the right one this time, so why bother?
  7. They aren't Emily...or human. So they don't really go together because Emily is a human, but seriously. We don't marry aliens around here. Or people who aren't Emily's level of awesome.

That's it then. What're your reasons for not marrying someone?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

It's been a while...

So, I almost missed this little thing. Almost. No offense, Mrs. M. Emily has had way too much sugar this morning. She's laughing at nothing. In Spanish, we were doing this 'modismos' thing. They're pretty comical. One is if the cat is trapped which apparently means something about being hidden. I don't remember anymore. I lost my train of thought.
Emily should be eaten by the rothrex. Just saying. I'm totally kidding. If a rothrex ate Emily, I'd be mad. Who would I go to Dunkin Donuts with? Or makes faces at in English?