As the year is coming to an end, I've gazed over my 2007's New Year's Resolutions, and I'm impressed I did better than I was expecting: 9/15. Definitely not as good as I wanted, but I must say, some were more than one thing, aka: Read 3 books of the Bible, finish the book of Job, finish the Lemony Snicket Series, recreate my old body shape... (I got there and then I lost it. ahaha, a summer not working will do that).
Anyways, lately I've been listening to Regina Spektor due to my friend introducing me to her on a way to a party. I have to say, there are some songs that seem to change my view on life. I love those songs that change your mood suddenly and even though there are no lyrics that grab you, the tune in itself makes you want to jump up and down and say "I feel a change coming." I have to admit, if you are in the mood to feel different about life, listen to "Samson" by Regina Spektor, or "The Dumbing Down of Love" by Frou Frou (Imogen Heap in the old days =b).
When I listened to Samson, I had this urge to write. I'm not really sure what I feel like writing about, but there is definitely an urge to just go for it - to just express. We all know that most of these online journals never get read, it's not like there is some clan that reads your "work" excessively, yet it feels that you're putting yourself out there and that's good by us. To those of us who feel we are making ourselves vulnerable by letting the internet read into our souls we get that satisfaction with a still peace that says "Don't worry, no one is really reading this anyways..."
I plan to make this new year no different than the others - just with some more application rather than planning, followed by procrastination and lack of interest. I think that as my years stack up and I lose interest in life, I need to find something that grabs me - that I can stick to. Everytime I promise to write on this blog, I lose myself again. Maybe I need to find this as a way to express myself? Maybe if I had those fans that look forward to my journals or if I had more than random nonsense to write about... those "what if"s will kill you, you know.
I will leave you guys be with hopes for your futures and that these new years will actually bring something for you. Live for it all and don't let people make you live life less than to the max - when they're gone you'll hate yourself for letting their opinions stop you.
Much love and God Bless,
Emily.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Quote:
I was watcing criminal minds the other night, and it was all about this girl who had been kidnapped inside a local mall. At the end of the show, this quote was said and it just made me think. I like it a lot and it really doesn't need much explanation, but it says so much for being so obvious.
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed."
- G. K. Chesterton
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed."
- G. K. Chesterton
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
History and Remembrance
It's September the 11th, and like everyday (or at least Monday-Friday, excluding Pro-D days), I have history. Today our teacher started off by asking the pre and post events and emotions of September 11th.
Not too long ago, (probably less than a week ago) I saw that movie, "Flight 93", the one that depicts the lives of those who were on the fourth plane that ended up crashing in Pennsylvania in some open feild. As the conversation wore on, I couldn't help but think we almost had it coming, but even more-so after Sept 11. Since the beginning, it's always been Britain, France, and US, that they are these "Mighty Powers" and we've shoved away Germany every chance we've gotten. The sad thing is, what my teacher said in his own words, "Those who have the gold make the rules." I can't help but think that is complete bogus.
No, Iraq didn't want us to come, and great if we've made a difference, but has anyone noticed that the people who do the damage and instigate the issue never get blamed? Umm, hello. Germany didn't start World War I, Austria-Hungary did, and they were never blamed NOR did they have to pay reparations for the war! What about the damge that all the "Great Powers" did to Germany, did they pay for that? Umm, no. But Germany damaged other countries and still had to pay for the damage. Not equal. War is war, there is no "You did this, so I do that," it's a war and if you don't want to get involved, then don't. It's not fair and you have to get used to it. After Sept 11th, US went to get "Osoma Bin Ladin" which, by the way, hasn't been found. Upon arriving there, they decided to chase after Sadam, do their way there, and rebuild Iraq. Has anyone forgotten why we originally came there? Just because someone bombs you, doesn't mean you HAVE to go retaliate. I just don't get it. Why? Why do you always have to have the last say? Why are our countries always right? Who cares that we like our democratic society - if they are happy there, who are we to judge in OUR mindsite that this way is better?
I know that this offended people, and yes, I'm sorry. No one can never offend anyone, and I wish that wasn't so. But it's true. I just want you to think about what happened - how unfair it was. That the story of those that tried to save the plane were actually shot down, unknown to the public, and they could've survived.
Life isn't fair, but I think before we go trying to fix other governments - we fix our own. Just because we're apart of it, and we're patriotic, doesn't mean we need to be stupid.
-Emily.
Not too long ago, (probably less than a week ago) I saw that movie, "Flight 93", the one that depicts the lives of those who were on the fourth plane that ended up crashing in Pennsylvania in some open feild. As the conversation wore on, I couldn't help but think we almost had it coming, but even more-so after Sept 11. Since the beginning, it's always been Britain, France, and US, that they are these "Mighty Powers" and we've shoved away Germany every chance we've gotten. The sad thing is, what my teacher said in his own words, "Those who have the gold make the rules." I can't help but think that is complete bogus.
No, Iraq didn't want us to come, and great if we've made a difference, but has anyone noticed that the people who do the damage and instigate the issue never get blamed? Umm, hello. Germany didn't start World War I, Austria-Hungary did, and they were never blamed NOR did they have to pay reparations for the war! What about the damge that all the "Great Powers" did to Germany, did they pay for that? Umm, no. But Germany damaged other countries and still had to pay for the damage. Not equal. War is war, there is no "You did this, so I do that," it's a war and if you don't want to get involved, then don't. It's not fair and you have to get used to it. After Sept 11th, US went to get "Osoma Bin Ladin" which, by the way, hasn't been found. Upon arriving there, they decided to chase after Sadam, do their way there, and rebuild Iraq. Has anyone forgotten why we originally came there? Just because someone bombs you, doesn't mean you HAVE to go retaliate. I just don't get it. Why? Why do you always have to have the last say? Why are our countries always right? Who cares that we like our democratic society - if they are happy there, who are we to judge in OUR mindsite that this way is better?
I know that this offended people, and yes, I'm sorry. No one can never offend anyone, and I wish that wasn't so. But it's true. I just want you to think about what happened - how unfair it was. That the story of those that tried to save the plane were actually shot down, unknown to the public, and they could've survived.
Life isn't fair, but I think before we go trying to fix other governments - we fix our own. Just because we're apart of it, and we're patriotic, doesn't mean we need to be stupid.
-Emily.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Photography on a Sunday
After the whole "Miso scare" I was thinking to myself, "It's so nice out, I should go take some pictures of the scenery." Unfortunately, Miso was still scared from earlier, and wouldn't leave my side. I thought it'd be better to bring her with me, and keep her in my arms the whole time, rather than leave her scared and alone inside the house. Actually, to my surprise, Miso did really well outside, and actually starred in most of my pictures. So I thought I'd just let you guys get a sneek peek of them.
Enjoy!
-Emily.
[Ladders and "Hello"]
[Leaves are Tasty Things]
[Ladders Only bring you So High]
[Fences Lead to Nowhere]
[Up in the Trees]
[Logs and Lumber]
[Jungle Aparatus]
[Looking Up There]
[Defeated Nature]
[The World from My View]
[Tree Top View]
[Chillax'n]
[Blankets and Leisure]
[Venturing the Tip-Tops]
[Off in the Distance]
Enjoy!
-Emily.
[Ladders and "Hello"]
[Leaves are Tasty Things]
[Ladders Only bring you So High]
[Fences Lead to Nowhere]
[Up in the Trees]
[Logs and Lumber]
[Jungle Aparatus]
[Looking Up There]
[Defeated Nature]
[The World from My View]
[Tree Top View]
[Chillax'n]
[Blankets and Leisure]
[Venturing the Tip-Tops]
[Off in the Distance]
Miso's "Great" Adventure
If any of you know who Miso is (my rescued barn kitten), you'll know that she's an indoor cat. Why? We've had about 5 cats or so over the last 17 years and all but two have been eaten by cyotes. One was hit by a car and the other one we believe was stolen by an old lady [since she went missing for weeks only to come back smelling like old lady perfume and well groomed before disappearing for good]. Since this is my first cat ever, I'm trying really hard to keep her safe and indoors. Today is an exceptionally nice day, so I decided other than the usual having her on my lap and letting her sit there with me on the porch, I'd let her see the grass and sit in the sun. Probably not the best idea.
I ventured into the house and found her collar (which by the way, doesn't fully fit yet) and my sister's dog's leash, and tied it to the tree with her attached. She did well until a leaf fell, she tried to chase it, got yanked back, flipped out and ripped the collar from her neck and preceded to run away in half terror and half seizure-like motions. I caught her and brought her back into the house. Still thinking there was someway that she could be in nature but safely, I got a laundry basic and put a heavy book ontop of it, with her inside. Since the laundry basic was so small, she meowed and seemed unhappy. I then held her on my stomach to just have her in nature, but not actually able to venture it, however, again, she tried desperately to get away. I hooked her back up to the collar-leash-tree contraption, to have her stay more calm this time. My one fear is if she got free, she'd run underneath the house where I wouldn't be able to follow and catch her. My fears became very real when Miso broke free again and darted straight for under the house. To my relief she ran right up the steps beside the entrance to beneath the house, and went to the front door where she clawed at it and meowed.
Miso says: I've had enough.
And now she's inside, my heart is more relaxed and well, we're not going outside for a while. Maybe when she's older and we have a proper - well fitting harness, we'll take her out. But for now, I think a nice window view and a fan blowing the household plants is good enough for her. ^^
Much love,
God Bless,
I ventured into the house and found her collar (which by the way, doesn't fully fit yet) and my sister's dog's leash, and tied it to the tree with her attached. She did well until a leaf fell, she tried to chase it, got yanked back, flipped out and ripped the collar from her neck and preceded to run away in half terror and half seizure-like motions. I caught her and brought her back into the house. Still thinking there was someway that she could be in nature but safely, I got a laundry basic and put a heavy book ontop of it, with her inside. Since the laundry basic was so small, she meowed and seemed unhappy. I then held her on my stomach to just have her in nature, but not actually able to venture it, however, again, she tried desperately to get away. I hooked her back up to the collar-leash-tree contraption, to have her stay more calm this time. My one fear is if she got free, she'd run underneath the house where I wouldn't be able to follow and catch her. My fears became very real when Miso broke free again and darted straight for under the house. To my relief she ran right up the steps beside the entrance to beneath the house, and went to the front door where she clawed at it and meowed.
Miso says: I've had enough.
And now she's inside, my heart is more relaxed and well, we're not going outside for a while. Maybe when she's older and we have a proper - well fitting harness, we'll take her out. But for now, I think a nice window view and a fan blowing the household plants is good enough for her. ^^
Much love,
God Bless,
-Emily.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Realism leads to realizing our world is crap.
I hate the idea of realism and i love it at the same time. The reason I love it? It makes sense. It's a good way of thinking, knowing what things are and planning on that. It's a way to go head-first into things and just know what you're dealing with and make decisions based on that. The reason I hate it? Boy does it suck. To know things and then go "crap, are we idiots." :
I just finished watching a movie that documents the events on Sept 11th, more exactly, the fourth plane that was destined to crash into either the Capitol Building or the White House. As I watched it, I was just, ah, in awe, in shock, my stomach hurt. I had so many feelings. I knew that these people weren't really there, they were actors and they were fine. But knowing that there was real people there, and the emotions I saw were real as well. It just pains me. It got so bad I had to call my brother to watch the end with me because I couldn't handle it on my own. I asked him a question near the end. "What do you think would be worse?: Being in one of the towers, being in a hijacked plane, or being a family member at home recieving a call or seeing the news reports and knowing your loved one is on that plane? It's a hard question to answer. There was so much about that incident that just hurts all over.
I'll never be able to understand it. I don't get how we hurt each other. I don't get why we hate so much. I don't believe in aliens, and yet I think if there are ones out there coming to attack (like we all say will one-day happen), it's so sad that we won't be ready. Think about it. We're so busy attacking each other, that we're not prepared for anything. We're the same specis. The same! There are only one specis called "Humans". It's so sad that we can never be strong together because we're too busy trying to be stronger than our neighbour.
Just something to think about.
Either or, I think if you're reading
this, you should just pray for the families
of Sept 11. Even though it's been almost 6 years,
it's still a big deal.
Thanks everyone,
God Bless.
-Emily
I just finished watching a movie that documents the events on Sept 11th, more exactly, the fourth plane that was destined to crash into either the Capitol Building or the White House. As I watched it, I was just, ah, in awe, in shock, my stomach hurt. I had so many feelings. I knew that these people weren't really there, they were actors and they were fine. But knowing that there was real people there, and the emotions I saw were real as well. It just pains me. It got so bad I had to call my brother to watch the end with me because I couldn't handle it on my own. I asked him a question near the end. "What do you think would be worse?: Being in one of the towers, being in a hijacked plane, or being a family member at home recieving a call or seeing the news reports and knowing your loved one is on that plane? It's a hard question to answer. There was so much about that incident that just hurts all over.
I'll never be able to understand it. I don't get how we hurt each other. I don't get why we hate so much. I don't believe in aliens, and yet I think if there are ones out there coming to attack (like we all say will one-day happen), it's so sad that we won't be ready. Think about it. We're so busy attacking each other, that we're not prepared for anything. We're the same specis. The same! There are only one specis called "Humans". It's so sad that we can never be strong together because we're too busy trying to be stronger than our neighbour.
Just something to think about.
Either or, I think if you're reading
this, you should just pray for the families
of Sept 11. Even though it's been almost 6 years,
it's still a big deal.
Thanks everyone,
God Bless.
-Emily
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Day 2: ugh-fest
It's day two of actual classes. Which I have to say, I'm not fully enjoying. I've got a Chapter (two if I want to really understand it) in History, which is a lot of reading, then I have French (which I finished) and 3 pages of Bio diagrams/vocab that isn't found in the back of the book. Sick, that means I could get the wrong definition off the internet. Barf barf.
Other than that, I worked last night, which I basically died.
I was only supposed to be on the checkstand 'til it hurt. I was
on way past that, and then the bosses were mad that I didn't
want to stay on the whole time - umm hello? It's about me getting
better, not you getting more help. How selfish.
I'm thinking of quitting because the money might
not be worth it. I don't know, it's a hard situation.
Any suggestions?
Other than that, I'm hoping I'll find a full-time desk buddy
for bio, and that I don't have to be sitting at the front. I'm
not enjoying the teacher gazing at my work every 30 seconds.
I'd like some privacy, thanks.
This is also spare block #2, and other than constantly having
homework to do, it's nice.
I've located myself in the vacant hallway, and since the bell
is going to go soon and I'll get run over, I should leave.
Talk again soon. =D
-Emily.
Other than that, I worked last night, which I basically died.
I was only supposed to be on the checkstand 'til it hurt. I was
on way past that, and then the bosses were mad that I didn't
want to stay on the whole time - umm hello? It's about me getting
better, not you getting more help. How selfish.
I'm thinking of quitting because the money might
not be worth it. I don't know, it's a hard situation.
Any suggestions?
Other than that, I'm hoping I'll find a full-time desk buddy
for bio, and that I don't have to be sitting at the front. I'm
not enjoying the teacher gazing at my work every 30 seconds.
I'd like some privacy, thanks.
This is also spare block #2, and other than constantly having
homework to do, it's nice.
I've located myself in the vacant hallway, and since the bell
is going to go soon and I'll get run over, I should leave.
Talk again soon. =D
-Emily.
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