emily

nighttimeslows

in the tradition of abby huber... there's a new me

i went to brenton's prom on friday, and to the after-prom party to. i had fun, though i wish i'd known at least someone else well enough to be able to talk with. i think he wouldve had a lot more fun, especially at the party, if that had been the case.
saturday i crashed becket. it was really really good. erin ross and rachel wrote a super cool worship, and i got talk with yelena and meet a kid named mike, and that was really cool. i was also part of a real life horror movie, starring brenton as the cocky/rebellious kid, mike as the nice guy who takes care of the girls, yelena and i as the scared girls who never break any rules and are terrified of being busted, and holly as the cool chick who wants to look around more. our heroes were exploring the woods late at night, when they came upon a large seemingly abandoned building. the curious nature of some (ahem brenton) led them up the back stairs to the second floor. though some would've liked to split up, they followed the first rule of horror movies that no one ever follows-never split up. our group made their way around to the front of the building, onto a balcony, beneath which was a car none of them had remembered seeing on their walk to the building... it goes on in similar vein.
so weekend was good, ultimate starts up tonight, and that's about it.

why has everything turned out this way?
the patterns of my life had seemed destined to repeat, but i think they're changing at least. i talked to jess last night... it's somewhat amusing to be getting ready to go home to sleep at 1am when your friend is scrounging for lunch halfway across the world... and i've talked to kate and fishie too. so at least i haven't totally lost wellesley connections yet. maybe i am capable of normal social interaction after all. it's too bad i've lost so much already. i don't know how to fix it.

in other news, i got (another) job, and i've survived the horror that is the DMV, and after 2 days of visiting and waiting i now have CT plates for my car. summer league starts on wed (i hope) but before that it's cape cod until sunday or so. and speaking of sunday-pool party fun this weekend... sunday or monday, or even both. hmmm i guess i'd have to make sure i actually come back on sunday then. but anyways, if anyone wants to come let me know. open invitation.

are you going to GA?
do you have housing yet?
if your answers are yes and no respectively, let me know
or even if they're both yes
but a no for the housing would be more helpful to me at the moment

12 inches per foot two pints per quart why don't we make it easy? The English system of measurement must relate to history. We can use units of 10 and convert with ease like all the other countries. I am in command yes I am taking a stand from this disease we must be free. good god! You're drunk with your tradition that has no validity well I'm intoxicated with sports in metrics come drink a deciliter with me we want metrics we want it now we know we can win I weigh 170 pounds that's 90 kilograms see metrics can even make you thin all cool things are in metrics for example here's just one I've got my 9 well that's 9 millimeters, sounds cooler than my point two seventy inches gun. The president will not exist and they will call me communist and call me scum but its worth it Canadians will think we are smart or at least they will think we are not as dumb. your tradition that has no validity well I'm intoxicated with sports in metrics come drink a deciliter with me we want metrics we want it now we know we can win I weigh 170 pounds that's 90 kilograms see metrics can even make you thin the revolution is here we must overcome at last as we symbolically stick their fucking foot up their fucking ass guitar! Your tradition that has no validity well I'm intoxicated with sports in metrics come drink a deciliter with me we want metrics we want it now we know we can win I weigh 170 pounds that's 90 kilograms see metrics can even make me thin

interestingly enough, the ankle was totally fine. it was my elbow whichstopped me for playing for most the day. it seems that laying out with a defender oncoming, and trying to catch the disc and hitting said defender before making contact with the ground can have the interesting effect of jamming and/or hyperextending ones elbow, in such away that full range of motion has not yet returned now 9 or 10 hours later.
i'll be playing tomorrow. luckily it wasnt my thowing arm.

today was my last day of classes
i am getting a car in a week or two
my summer job rocks my world, and when they let me switch days so i can play ultimate with brenton they will make me very happy
i have housing for GA. i think
i need to start packing
all fabulous fodder for not doing my econ paper for tomorrow, or my WOST paper for monday, especially seeing as how i will be spending all weekend in newport playing in regionals
should my ankle and the rest of me come to a concurrence that i can indeed walk

because i've seen this in two totally independent places...

Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want.
Then post this in your journal and see what people remember of you.

i've already cried twice today
once with kate, once with brenton on the phone (how i wish you were here)
and i'm not sure how much i have left in me.
a week ago we were sailing on the lake-it was the first time sailing for both of us.
and it's not like i knew her super well
but now she's just a body.
i don't know what else.
i'm sorry KateLynn.

sectionals for ultimate begin in 19 hours. we still don't know where they are going to take place. they could be here, they could be in cape cod, no one really knows. this is not the best situation. in fact, its not favorable at all.
in other news life is good except for the whole schoolwork deal, and the part about i really wish my personal time allocation was going a little differently. but that's something i can fix. so i 'll work on it.

So the majority of my displeasure, for the second day running, is focused on Umass, who, in their infinite wisdom, decided to cancel Umassacre this weekend due to inclement weather. (For those of you who haven't looked out your window-this would be the monsoon type inclement weather that has yet to make an appearance this weekend) So negative points to Umass, who not only canceled their tourney but also pushed back the start of my personal ultimate season another 2 weeks, so i now get to go into sectionals without having played a game since november.

spring break.
so so happy right now.

so i was in boston today
the first time i've gotten off campus in 3 or 4 weeks
the great state of massachusets was voting on marriage law amendments, so there were rallies at the state house.
i was close to in tears.
this happens when i see people walking around carrying signs like say "homosexuals are possessed by demons"
and small children who dont even understand the meaning behind the signs they're holding
and mobs of angry people advocating writing blatant discrimination into the state constitution.
it's love. deal with it. it's not going to force church laws to change, it's not going to undermine your precious institution. as one of the representatives said today, who ever heard of someone undermining an institution because they were included in it?

i would just like to reiterate why i love my sister:
"a civil union is not the same as marriage, and if you think it's better, then you can get one."

yeah. my vagina rocks. just so you know. actually all vaginas rock. i can just say from personal experience that mine does.
Feb 13 7pm
Feb 14 6pm
Feb 15 7pm
come see The Vagina Monologues here at Wellesley.
with the added bonus of seeing me performing in The Vagina Monologues.
you know you want to.
actually i'm really busy that weekend.
so unless youre someone really special whos made prior plans with me you wont be getting any quality emily time.
and its Dyke Ball.
and all the vaginas here at Wellesley will be looking absolutely fabulous. (those without vaginas as well)
but you should still come see The Vagina Monologues. Or go to your nearest performance and see them there.
conclusion: see The Vagina Monologues.

after some way serious campus uproar and "community" (and by community i refer to the name of wellesley's online central forum) debates devolving onto various tangents, andrew t bouchard felt a need to clarify his previous statements.

( i give you more from the files of andrew t bouchard )

please excuse me while i ponder this hypocrisy.
please also note the incorrect spelling of despicable.
at least use the spell check.

( i can't even begin to express every single thing that i feel is so wrong and blatantly false with this )

so i ment to write this when it actually happened, but yeah. stuff happens.

i took the bus back to south station, and then had to take the T to harvard square to catch a bus to wellesley. across from me on the T was a woman and her partner. they were so nice to watch interacting... really sweet and dare i say heartwarming. neither was attractive or eye catching in any way but some people just have this spark that you cant take your eyes from. and i think that women sees things the same way... she had a notebook and she was writing. looking around at the people on the T and writing. she glanced at me once or twice but i never could tell if i caught her eye at all. i wonder if she wrote anything about me, what she saw in me. or didnt see. i wonder if i am one of those compelling people, someone with a spark.

in other news: steph, i have once upon an island info. we need to make a plan-fast.

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"If she had a cow, she wouldn't be a prostitute."
"If she were a cow, she wouldn't be a prostitute."
"We should all have cows. Then no one would ever have sex again."
"We'll start an order- Sisters of the Cowhood."
"We'll take vows of celibacy so we can care for our cows."