My name is Emily. I do claim to have a "paper-heart" and I love to leave those simple adolesent "lip-stick lullabies" behind. If you don't understand me, you're about to. If you feel like you WANT to know me, well good for you. Myspace.com/msaceyoung & xxshamelesxx.buzznet.com. Talk to me, follow me, whatever, just don't make it perverted. :D
That jerk posted this before I could. My favorite love movie for Christmas is from the movie ‘Love Actually’ and it’s brilliant.
It couldn’t be better!!!
I’ll be nice (even though I hate the Bears) and say good going. Good game. I had tickets , but didn’t go, too cold for this little Wisconsin girl. ..at least The Vikings aren’t going to the playoff’s bitchesssss!!! I’d rather see the Bears go than the Vikings fo’sho. I mean c’mon, look at his face.
Victory in overtime, and t’was pandemonium. I still can’t feel my fingers or toes… or face or nose. With the wind chill factor, it was -15 F at the game, making tonight the coldest game in Soldier Field history. What a game. I managed to squeeze my jersey over my multi-layered exterior. Amazing night, hope you all are enjoying your holidays!
Yeah, I’m a Britney fan… Not as big as I used to be after the whole K-Fed things and everything like that… I love the album Blackout because it’s techno-y and dance-like so I’m loving that. I know I’m going to love Circus because of the songs “Womanizer” and “Phornography” — their fantastic songs! But I saw this when I was searching Music Choice on Demand and thought it said “Chris Crocker Mega-Mix” and got a little freaked out so I watched it. Turned out it was “Chris Cox” and I loved it because I knew EVERY song on their. Plus, it’s danceable.
I think it’s only appropriate that I get to show off Snoopy having a fuss with the chair and the ping-pong table on Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving. That was most definatly my dad’s favorite. Without dad, it’s going to be a sad day… Me and my sister and the rest of the family are going to try to make it through it… (Key word is: Try) and hopefully it’ll go over well. Aunt Beth is going to be a little mean but she’s been better since mom’s been at family events. Uncle Andy, Uncle Greg, mom, Brittany and I are going to the accident site to place a cross and some of Tom Turkey up there where dad died. I can’t believe it’s been three months, one week and three days. I’m sad, it’s hard. He wasn’t here for my birthday, he wasn’t here for Halloween. Greg was, and Greg is makign me feel like I do have dad still. But where is he getting this comfort that dad is still here? I wonder.
Today’s a day of giving thanks and eating until your stomach explodes though, not to grieve. I’ll be grieving, crying and yelling during Christmas… that’s about it though. So, what are you thankful for? [Gonna go eat some early food—-grr dinner’s in six hours…]
So all day my annoying friend, Josh, has followed me around singing My Chemical Romances “I’m Not Okay (I Promise…)” and it got me thinking that I’m really NOT okay. That I assure you-I’m NOT. My heartaches whenever I hear something that I can relate too, both happily or depressingly. When I read William Beckett’s “Everything The Letter Should Have Said:” post, my heart cried out that I’m really not okay. This is how my heart sees me, I swear that this is what I see through my eyes. A drunken, druggie of a racoon. That’s me. I love this picture though.
So fellow bleeding hearts, I have nothing left to say. But curse William Beckett. I could never do that though, so goodnight for now.
Every time we kissed you closed your eyes, and I clamped mine open, just to see those short lived moments that I almost let me love you. So lie away, I did, so wide awake, trying to give myself a good reason to forget the empty words from this hollow curse. I can’t shake the weight of what we’ve been through, and I won’t justify the way we never really listen to a goddamn word we claim to. Let’s be fair. Let’s take some order. We’re too much like each other, and there’s no chance in hell that you would change for me. Why would I change for you? But the painful truth exposed here, as you grab your autumn jacket and slowly make your way towards the door, is that in this short lived moment my heart is left unfastened, as the single thing I feared the most just happened.
“It’s Winter again, a white washed and frozen sky…” [William Beckett]
So it finally snowed today, no joke. I hate Wisconsin winters. They’re so confusing-last week I wanted to go lay out in the sun and today I want to curl up next to a fire in pajama’s and watch Home Alone. But YUP the Penguin was ready for the snow so we took a picture together. HELLO DAMN WISCONSIN WINTER-BUH BYE WARM WHEATHER!
![Project 365; Day 1 - Winter = Love
“It’s Winter again, a white washed and frozen sky…” [William Beckett]
So it finally snowed today, no joke. I hate Wisconsin winters. They’re so confusing-last week I wanted to go lay out in the sun and today I want to curl up next to a fire in pajama’s and watch Home Alone. But YUP the Penguin was ready for the snow so we took a picture together. HELLO DAMN WISCONSIN WINTER-BUH BYE WARM WHEATHER!](http://27.media.tumblr.com/pNboNcZHJg87q0u5UhzNInOko1_500.jpg)
