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so this is me.
and this is my blog.
as it turns out, i don't wrie
here much anymore.
myspace and facebook took over.
im so lame.
fetishes
what you like
addictions: chicken schnitzel, sudoku + nerd stuff
zomg:
love:
wishlist
and i want: optimus prime.
and: justin timberlake.
and maybe: less lameness
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Liberation is short, but oh so sweet. Part 1
yes, so after eight hours of the wonderful blessing some people like to call contacts, it turns to pure uncomfortableness.
This morning it took me about 20 minutes to attach the little plastic lenses to my astigmatic eyeballs, and this afternoon it took about the same amount of time to get them off. And i was busting to pee, so the thing that got me there in the end was just "emma, you're going to piss yourself if you don't reach in there and pinch those little buggers out!" and it worked, and i can assure you all out ther in internet land, that i relieved my bladder successfully, without any major problems. by saying major, i mean, i did have to change the toilet role, but my mission was a complete success. Go Team Emma! WOO!
Mmm... poridge is good.
my Brass group was schedualled for a rehursal today - but no one showed except for me and Mr Hamilton. how sad. Damn year 10 exams!!! and year 9 sport!!! and aarons memory!!! and Tom's Fatness!!! DAMN IT ALL!!!
Then i suggested we go marching, because i have always wanted to learn to play whilst marching. (it's really really hard, because your feet have to be in time, and everyone has to be in sync. and then you have to keep the trombone attached to your mouth and move the slide back and forth whilst keeping the music attached to the thing (lyre?) its, hard.) But Mr H made all these excuses not to. DAMN HIM!!! i also insulted him today by calling him a little teddybear. is that insulting? i didn't think so. then again, im not a grown man (although im sure some of you would beg to differ) so perhapse yeah. hmm...
- Em xoxo
