This is me rambling, at least

I can’t sleep. That’s right, I said it. It’s half past one o’clock in the morning, and I am announcing that stupid old Insomnia has visited me once more. I thought I had rid myself from his awful, testing grasp…but it seems as though he has me again. I can only hope this is temporary.

So, here I sit. I have two of my many pillows (apparently you can never have too many) supporting my back and to tell the truth, I am losing feeling in my buttocks… not that you needed to know that.

We watched Hoarders until 11, and instead of continuing to watch another episode about some person named Chris who still had baby toys from when her seventeen-year-old daughter was a baby, I decided to retire and headed upstairs with the ‘rents. I arrived at my doorstep (if you can call the carpet leading into one’s bedroom a doorstep) and thought excitedly hey! I can play Kingdom Hearts until the wee hours of the morning! which was soon halted by the book hanging out on my nightstand. Not to mention the dog that had taken up residence on my bed; that was distracting, too.

I forgot all about KH and picked up the book. A friend had remembered to bring it in for me along with one of the counterparts to it, so I picked up reading where I had left off before I hastily put the book down to get to play practice earlier in the evening. I picked up Crank (which I have already read – and last time I read it in once sitting) but after awhile found it to be rather depressing, so I put it down to succumb to the sleep I had been evading. At this point, it was 11:48 PM.

Now, nearly two hours later, after tossing and turning and turning the temperature on my heated blanket down, I have given up on the hopes of maybe catching some shut-eye tonight. Maybe I can get some writing done tonight seeing as how I have three stories for one newspaper due tomorrow (Wednesday) and three more stories that I promised for a different newspaper that I can get done anytime I’d like, but I’d like that anytime to be soon. Piling up on top of this unnecessary stress I put myself through due to my habit of procrastination, I have 118 lines to memorize in the play we’re working on, 4 different National Honors Society forms to pass out to 4 (or maybe it was 5…I can’t remember this early in the AM) different teachers/adults AND an essay due for NHS on top of that. 5 paragraphs in ABC paragraph format that concern me and are all about me. How boring. I don’t even know where to begin. Maybe I’ll print this off and hand it in – this is me, is it not? Me rambling, at least.

I’ve always found that I am a night owl and always get inspired once the sun goes down. Tonight is no exception. While I was tossing and turning and turning and tossing, I was having several brainstorms, but didn’t feel like reaching over to the stack of Post-Its I always keep handy on my nightstand (specifically for those late-night ideas) to write them down. I remember them crystal clear.

  1. Banned-AIDS “Together we can make it so we can say we’ve banned AIDS. Donate your extra bandages and maybe throw in a dollar or two. The littlest contribution can help fix the boo-boos and fight against AIDS in African countries like Uganda.”
  2. Mention how mom has had three different jobs in the last four years and now has one that she likes. Coincidentally, she got the job while she was in college study Public Relations. She holds the position of a PR Specialist.
  3. Picture caption should read “Emily greatly resembles her mother, Nancy, who handled being a mother, helping to provide for her family and attending college classes to earn her Masters Degree all at once.”

Yep, that’s all. Don’t try to wrap your mind around how those three ideas might connect, because they definitely don’t (well, 2 and 3 do). They are very different ideas for two very different things that I’m working on at the moment. Hopefully I can get everything done that I need to be done by the end of this week with flying colors. It would help if I got some sleep, but tomorrow I’ll be loopy, tired and fun…and maybe I can take a nap when I get home from school. Wait…maybe not. I have too much shit to do.

We get it! You kissed a girl and you liked it

Katy Perry.

When I first heard her hit “I Kissed A Girl,” I thought, hey, this isn’t bad. It’s actually kind of funny. Then I heard it again. And again. And again. And again. Everytime I turned on the radio. Every single time I flipped to Playlist. Everywhere I turned, people were singing it. I took it off my iPod after having it on there for less than a week. Goodbye, Katy.

I have not listened to her full CD, but the ones I have heard have not brought pleasure to my ears. Namely “Ur So Gay.” Honestly?!? HONESTLY?!?!? I disliked it right away because of the spelling of “you’re,” but then the song was horrible as well. It was mostly the lyrics that really pissed me off.

I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf
While jacking off listening to Mozart
You bitch and moan about LA
Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway
You don’t eat meat
And drive electrical cars
You’re so indie rock it’s almost an art
You need SPF 45 just to stay alive

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like…

…and that’s not even the whole song.

Listen, I’m not all about gay rights or anything, but this song and these lyrics are so awful! There are plenty more creative people with meaningful lyrics that deserve what she has and more. Sure, she may be homophobic, but that does not mean she has to profess her dislike of the gay population to the whole world. I mean, c’mon! She kissed a girl! Should she not be sick with herself?

She got famous with the most meaningless song on the planet, became even more famous with her other meaningless songs, and now her music is sung by young girls across the country? What’s wrong here?

I hate the little onesie things that she wears for concerts. I watched her performance on MTV one night, and her voice was even worse than her lyrics. She’s like one of those Disney kids where you can tell just how much technology has interfered with their “talent.” (‘Cause for some reason every Disney kid has to sing as well – that’s another thing I get pissed about.)

I respected her at first. I thought “I Kissed A Girl” was neat because it was different; no other artist I know of would ever come up with something so bizarre. Now it’s old, and she’s trying to use another single off of her album (the soft song on the album) to show her vulnerable side. Well, I don’t see it. Keep kissing girls and telling people that they don’t even like… PENIS. (Seriously, look up those “Ur So Gay” lyrics and you’ll know what I am talking about.)

Emily out.

Service available until midnight

From seven-thirty in the evening to 12:00 midnight yesterday, I was locked up in a house with two little girls. Now, maybe I shouldn’t use “locked up” because I felt nothing like how I felt when I babysat my terror of a cousin. No, these girls were little angels compared to my cousin and her little sister. Nobody was bossing ME around, and instead of begging for food all the time, the eldest kept wanting to play games and color and watch movies. Easy as cake.

I learned that three-year-olds are, in fact, tolerable, some six-year-olds aren’t as terrible as the rest of them, and that Hannah Montana is wayyyy too popular among youngsters. The cartoon version of the Eloise books are as cute as the actual movie with that adorable little girl, the people who make up preschool kid shows must be wanting them to learn Spanish (ex: Handy Manny, Go Diego Go!, and Dora The Explorer) and I am now out of the loop when it comes to Disney Channel (I didn’t know that those twins on that one show had gotten so big!). I learned never to believe a thing that the six-year-old said to me, the game Elefun is not fun unless there are batteries inside it, and nail polish bottles should be made childproof. I saw The Wiggles for the first time, and yes, it’s a great way for young kids to exercise and dance in front of the TV, but those four men gave me the creeps. I am sure that they probably are made of money because of this show, but the whole time we were watching it, I just wanted to say: “you know what they are really saying, right? Between every song they are probably saying: IhatemylifeIhatemylifeIhatemyjobIhatemyjob….” but obviously, I couldn’t. Their mouth movements did not even match up with the singing…I am sure that if this show had been out when I was little I would have adored it, but right now I don’t. The Wiggles definitely scared me.

It was a fun (and tiring) night. We played in a sink full of bubbles (and got soaked, I might add), made smoothies, played Polly Pockets and had fun with their Furr-Real friends (the giant horse and the cute little kitty). As for the TV shows we watched…. I think I will stick with my SpongeBob.

School

It seems to me like summer never even happened. Now that I am in the day-to-day “school” routine, everything is back to normal. My iPod (PANDORA!!!) sings me the song I picked out the night before at around 5:45 every morning, and then I wait for the playlist to run out before I get up (usually around 6:20). I get up, take a shower, eat breakfast (well, drink some coffee to prevent future headaches), and wash my face before I let my hair down and mess around with it. I walk out the door wearing some crazy outfit (today it is a pair of crazy colored Bermuda shorts, brown high top Chucks with pink shoelaces, a red Hollister 3/4 polo and a white tank top underneath – I know! Hollister! *gasp!*).

School is just okay. Being a sophomore is definitely different. I open up the day with band, then either English or Earth Science for eighty minutes, lunch (yes, at ten o’clock in the morning), Spanish (which has been simple so far because the regular teacher is out sick and our substitute does not know a single word of the language), Global (my teacher is hilarious!) and then Chamber Choir. After Chamber Choir comes either a study hall (where I am right now) or PE. Then, the dreaded Geometry. I have found it easier to focus this year in math. I already got a 100% on our first test, and was the only student to receive said grade (YES! I put it on the fridge! xD).

So quiet is Sir Night tonight.

Only soft whispers of wind

accompany the deafening silence:

a torturing silence for the sinned.


In this moment of deafness,

any noise is told to flee.

Fly away, unwelcome interruption.

Let the lonely wind fly free.


The floating balls of light we call stars

are visible, for now clouds are blocking their view.

The moon stands out, the brightest of all

revealing a clear silence I never knew.


The energetic bugs reply

to wind’s gentle call.

A conversation is taking place

in a language we have no knowledge of at all.


Humans weren’t made to understand,

just to wonder and dream

about Sir Night with a silence such as this:

natural beauties working as a team.

~ EMS

Saturday, July 26, 2008

3:45 AM