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[30 Jul 2008|10:09pm] Empty. To my best friend (and everything in between), I'll always be where you need me. Seulement entre toi et moi. And I'm done, I guess.

[13 Jul 2008|10:52pm] That is all. Carry on.

the kiwi fruit [13 May 2008|11:44pm] What vegetable or fruit do you relate to most? View other answers The kiwi. Figure it out for yourself.

life stories written by anyone but me [07 May 2008|08:50pm] [ mood | blank ] [ music | I Taught Myself How to Grow Old by Ryan Adams ] Well, it seems me and Ryan Adams have a few things in common. I could have swore I wrote this exact same thing. Poor little rose, beaten by the rain In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel Especially now it added up through the years And I, I taught myself how to grow Without any love and there was poison in the rain I taught myself how to grow Now I'm crooked on the outside, and the inside's broke Most of the time I got nothing to say When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway I know I'm probably better off this way I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired My eyes grow heavy and I fade away 'Cause I, I taught myself how to grow Without any love and there was poison in the rain I taught myself how to grow 'Til I was crooked on the outside I taught myself how to grow Without any love and there was poison in the rain I taught myself how to grow 'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved Crooked on the outside, inside's caved Crooked on the outside, inside's caved I taught myself how to grow old

[18 Apr 2008|11:58pm] Everyone must listen to and love IAMX. This song makes me want to go to a rave or something foolish like that. Chris Corner = of the Sneaker Pimps fame (another personal fave) Also: I've never dropped acid, but I suspect it would result in something similar to this video.

[16 Apr 2008|04:52pm] Guess who just wrote/aced her last exam? This girl! WEEE! Freedom tastes like coffee and a raspberry muffin. It's a nice flavour. It also smells like burning apartments. There's an apartment fire up the street and the sky is clouded with gray smoke. I hope we don't get evacuated or something :(

[12 Apr 2008|07:30pm] Look and love. Sometimes I dream of a life less complicated. All I'd need is you by my side and a cup of hot cider. ( I've developed a love of hobo culture. There's an aesthetic to it that I just can't place. ) On the topic of hobo chic.. ( steampunk ) And that, as an aspiring historian, is my drug of choice.

[04 Apr 2008|12:39pm] There's one smile left, and it's meant for you.

musical limbs [02 Apr 2008|05:53pm] [ music | john denver ] Love, love. You're that thing I can't place, that memory without a home. An A minor that seamlessly flowed into an E; that's where I found you. We fit together, perfectly imperfect. Big hands, big heart. Calloused and rough, like our love. Delicate and strong, a feather on granite. Me and you. A seed you watered has found its way from dark, forbidden earth. A weed turned daffodil, stretching petals up, up, up. Breathing in and out, a symphony of sighs and moans. A chorus of flats and majors; that's where you found me. Perfectly imperfect, me and you. Alone in a world conflicted. Bruised and scraped, I let you in. Every part of me is yours, to conquer.

countdowns [30 Mar 2008|01:07pm] One essay left to finish. One week of classes left. One take-home, 3 exams. THEN DONE. Sank you Lord. Hasta luego formal education for another summer. I should treat myself to a happytime package from Crabtree and Evelyn. I will need it come April 17th.

[25 Mar 2008|01:29pm] [ mood | crazy ] HOLY. FLYING. MONKEYS. 'It’s not just a rumour blowin’ in the wind; Bob Dylan is returning to Halifax. The iconic folk troubadour will perform on Wednesday, May 21 at the Halifax Metro Centre and tickets go on sale on Saturday.' MUST. GO. OR. MAY. DIE.

[16 Mar 2008|06:24pm] Take a look here. They're just some of the recent photos I've taken. Enjoy, or don't. I really don't care <3

[06 Mar 2008|07:29am] Today is my Friday. I have an extremely busy weekend + week coming up. My friend is coming home for Easter! I miss her. We've shared some good moments together, mostly to the dismay of those around us. - We went shopping and there was a clearance rack with a hideous pair of shiny snake skin, knee-high boots. I had to contain myself from vomiting, so I basically looked at them, shuddered, and said if ever I see anyone wearing a pair of boots like these, remind me to take them to court for crimes against human nature. I didn't happen to see a mother and her daughter looking at the very same pair of boots. Mother to daughter: These boots are pretty! Daughter, after looking like a deer in headlights, glances at them, then at me, then at them: No, mom. You're wrong. They're horrible. Let's go. And thus, Emily becomes the pinnacle of what's hot and what's not (evidently.) - We were sitting in the movie theatre prior to a movie (something fabulous, I assure you) and I pointed out the ugliness of Coach. The very next day, Coach headquarters in New York set aflame. Clearly I've reached the status of God and this shouldn't be taken lightly. I can't wait for her to get back and save me from these doldrums. I also need to do some shopping as my bank account is doing considerably well. In time, in time.

[04 Mar 2008|09:50pm] Is it strange that my favorite class has become History of Christianity? Whut!? Oh well. I believe it's good ammunition for Protestant/Catholic debates. Try to force religion on me now, bitches! Also, I've developed an affinity for the following words: Huguenot. de'Medici. Praemunire. (as a side note- are we seeing a pattern here? Asks the history nerd..) Juxtaposition. My dog's name. Exam time is approaching so this means a steady diet of dry cereal and coffee. I live for the stress of exams because it makes me feel alive. I work best under pressure, despite my cursing it and damning it to hell. I have 2 exams on April 12th, then one on the 16th and another on the 17th. THEN I'M DONE. Hurray to another chunk of a degree under my belt. Only a little bit more to go and then the real world strikes. Mildly terrifying, mildly titillating!

[02 Mar 2008|11:15am] [ mood | crazy ] I was looking happy and alive. You know, the usual Emily-look via photograph. Back to the disease-trap that is my university tomorrow. It's times like these that I wish I could just sit down with a bottle of Jack and forget about furthering my education. Even though I am doing vastly better than most of the troglodytes in my class, I feel like the lowliest tadpole. Too many essays due about garbage that doesn't interest me. Isn't that how it always goes, though? PS- Easter's coming so I think I'll get some recipes for Peep-tinis, and watch how all the clothing in the stores become vomitrocious shades of pastel. PPS- Scott Baio makes me fear for the entire male population (painfully more than before, I'm afraid) and makes me sad that he's an Italian-American. And this is what my life has become. Jack Daniel aspirations, ugly Spring fashions, and my seething hatred for Scott Baio and his male-counterparts. It's time I develop a little culture, I think.

feel better, everyone [28 Feb 2008|12:22am]

[23 Feb 2008|12:06am] I write things sometimes. 'The cinder blackness is outside, and the air is so frigid she can feel the compartments of her lungs ice over. Each breath brings with it these glassy reminders. Frost-covered innards and bile that is black like tar. There's a beautiful contrast to it, these white diamonds and oil slicks. She tastes the freshness and it feels bitter, a synthetic mask on something once inviting and memorable. A tear on a cheek, already stained by lowliness and desperation, stops mid-bone. The air is too cold, the wind is too wild. A powerful thing, this tear. Even still, it cannot sustain life in these arctic temperatures. Instead, frozen lungs burst alive, pushing out and taking in. Fireless smoke spills from parted lips, but only so much. Never in excess, she says. Waste not, for the chill of the air steals. And in from this barren land she goes. The inside icicles retreating like tongues of snakes, her diamonds put away until the next front. And somewhere in the background she hears 'tomorrow, they say, it's going to be twenty below.'

[06 Feb 2008|12:32pm] Mortality is a fickle mistress. Visitation today from 2-4 and 7-9. Be strong, Emily. Your mother would want you to be. It's time to celebrate her life instead of feel bad for her passing. Thank you everyone for your sweet words of kindness. I feel like the world is in fact a good place filled with good people. My mother would appreciate everything you've said and done. I love you, Ma. Keep busy for awhile, and I'll see you when I get there.

[26 Jan 2008|02:41pm] My hairs have been cut. I look fabulous. FABULOUS. Things annoying me as of now: - people who wear red lipstick and shouldn't (too thin upper lips, poor application skills, bleeding of lipstick into mouth wrinkles [D:]). - doctors who don't know shit from apples and speak before they know. - pompous French people. - the smell of hospitals. - people that tell me to sh. - not having enough clothes since losing weight. - being poor. - student loans, EI, and all the paper-pushers within the government services. - nail polish that chips easily or isn't opaque. (This stuff lasts the longest and Hypnotise + Snow Queen are fantastic). There are more, I'm sure. But my headache medication is kicking in so nap time awaits.

[23 Jan 2008|05:54pm] The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

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