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Name: Emily
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 6/7/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus, Harry Potter, little things like bunnies, late-night shenanigans, Prince, people in general.
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/22/2005
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| I want to watch Rent. Life is decent. Last week was great for me. :) I went to Renat's.
-Emily
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| the room upstairs
I really need to start actuallywriting all of these stories.
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| What to do when you feel like this.
I could write, but I don't want to get lost in that world.
I could blog, but you can't blog forever, and it's really just a more self centered way of writing.
I could pout, but if I pout I might as well cry. I remember the last time I had a really good cry. It was really eck. I'm not that sad. In fact I feel better already.
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| There just really is too little of me...
My mother and I saw Sex in the City. She had decided to give me a pair of her shoes, and was gonna make me frozen yogurt parfaits because I can't eat cake. Then I told her I was staying with Dad tonight she started crying and said to tell him to make the parfaits, and that nevermind about the shoes. I talked to my brother and he begged me to stay with them tonight. I feel so torn. I need to get stuff done which is hard enough because I cannot use the computer without keeping my mother up. Also, I never do anything with my dad. He doesn't want me to come to Houston after apps and MCAT. He feels like I'm just ditching him. I really hurt his feelings when I said I wanted to be there for the rest of the summer. I feel part of the reason he doesn't want me doing apps now is so that I'll have to stay in Austin. I dunno know. I really love them. I love you guys too. When I'm back in Houston we need to hang out. Claire will you be around?
I just feel like mucus in the back of your throat that you can't quite swallow.
I started writing another story. It's about a Hubert like guy, a prostitute who likes children's books, and cats. I don't quite know how it's all gonna work together yet. (Do not comment on this or any other writing of mine, sorry I know you're mad).
I feel like a bitch. I haven't heard from the New Yorker, but I got 50 bucks for my grandmother, so I can finally pay off some debt. I think debt and dept should be the same word.
It's really a pity no one reads Xanga anymore.
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| Another silly poem
squishy squashy
green urine
hurts when it comes out
but I like the color
so I refuse to pout
btw my urine really is green, but that's cuz I took numbing color changing pills...I had a catheter. It sucked, but it looks like things are alright, infections clearing. However, my urethra is really small, and I still need my kidney X-rayed.
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