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{ let it be } bio : emily is a 20-year old young lady who lives in one of her favorite cities in the world, los angeles, california. she attends the university of california, los angeles (commonly known as ucla), is now a third year student and now lives in los feliz. major: mass communication studies, minors: human complex systems and music history (ooOOooOoo). she is a freaky little thing, in the best possible way. she enjoys (among many other things), every and all types of music, movies and digital editing, theatre, singing/pretending she's going to start a band, fine arts (especially painting and sculpture), video games (console), mucking about with her computer/digital graphics, acting silly, riding horses, literature, writing, musicals, science fiction, and the color green. she is quite friendly, lovable, and nice when you get to know her (although that is a bit clique), and above all things, em (also known as 'emily') is incredibly ECLECTIC. she is also quite fond of lists of things, so you can be sure she'll find some time to put a bunch of them up here at some point in between all of her other eclectic activities. email : emeliz@ucla.edu aim : w i l d eggplant fan listings :
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1.28.2004
There is SOO much school work to do right now, dang it! All professors seems to just love to give lots of work about 3rd and 4th week for some reason, I think it's because they think we've had it easy until now, but that's not true! We NEVER have it easy, the students always get the brunt of everything: the fee increases, the TA strikes, etc. Grr. But I will not dwell on what I cannot change. But speaking of work, I started my new job at the Ucla stockroom yesterday, yes yes very exciting I know. Actually, it's not a very exciting job, but I'm not complaining, I got it quickly, the hours are super flexible, my boss is cool, and sometimes I get paid to sit around and study when there's no work to be done. So it's all good. But to degress into something that isn't good, Crest Whitestrips! They don't tell you in the commercial that the little suckers don't stick to your teeth well, they sting your tounge (or at least mine), and you have to wear them for 30 minutes 2 times a day for 2 weeks to see results. (!!) I don't have icky teeth or anything, and I did see a little more whiteness after the first time so maybe that's not true about having to wear them so much, (maybe that's for people with really bad teeth), but dang they are the most awkward things to wear! At least they work, or seem to. Still, oowie. Today's Color: The color of my beautiful teeth. :P " I can see / You home with me / But you were with another man, yeah / I know we ain't got / Much to say / Before I let you get away, yeah / I said are you gonna be my girl? " ems thought these thoughts @ 10:10 PM ...right now, over me
1.21.2004 w i l d eggplant (10:13:07 AM): my stapler just stapled itself to itself w i l d eggplant (10:13:16 AM): ... i didn't know that was possible HumanoidTyphoonQ (10:13:28 AM): say what? w i l d eggplant (10:13:43 AM): ..this is really wierd HumanoidTyphoonQ (10:13:49 AM): how did it staple itself? HumanoidTyphoonQ (10:13:52 AM): it's made of metal w i l d eggplant (10:14:02 AM): i dont know HumanoidTyphoonQ (10:14:14 AM): where's the staple? w i l d eggplant (10:15:09 AM): theres like 3 stuck in the place they come out HumanoidTyphoonQ (10:15:21 AM): eh heh HumanoidTyphoonQ (10:15:24 AM): yeah that'll do it w i l d eggplant (10:15:55 AM): omg i feel like im in office space w i l d eggplant (10:16:20 AM): first i couldnt get my holepunch to work w i l d eggplant (10:17:13 AM): yea, okay i have to take this stapler back, it doesn't work w i l d eggplant (10:17:25 AM): ..and it ruined my paper HumanoidTyphoonQ (10:2:30 AM): weird w i l d eggplant (10:20:41 AM): damn office supplies.. Sigh.. Color: I feel defeated, haha. " Take a look at the sailors fighting in the dance hall / Oh man, look at those cavemen go / They're in the freakiest show " ems thought these thoughts @ 10:22 AM ...right now, over me
1.20.2004 (David Bowie) Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Ohh Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels So hologramic, oh my T V C one five I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlorn She saw my T V C one five, and then baby's gone, she She crawled right in, oh my She crawled right in my So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Oh, so demonic, oh my T V C one five Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading "Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature" My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my T V C one five One of these nights I may just Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my T V C one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading "Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature" My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my T V C one five One of these nights I may just Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my T V C one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five I'm just in a repetitive-humming sort of mood.. Today's Color: Pretty bland, not too much to report " I started a joke that started the whole world laughing / Oh if i'd only seen / That the joke was on me " ems thought these thoughts @ 6:33 PM ...right now, over me
1.19.2004 Well, i'm back in the dorm again, and armed with tons more of my stuff that I can use to clutter my room up with! I really SHOULD be doing some reading or something, but eh. Sometimes you just gotta sit back and enjoy all the work you've just done.... and not do work while you're doing it. My room's coming together nicely, all except this damn bulletin board which refuses to stay up, grumble... it's mocking me I know it. I'll think of a really cleaver idea for putting it up and it will stay all nice and straight on the wall for about 10 mintues, lulling me into a false sense of security, then bam! (Quite literally) It comes crashing down. I'll think of something yet, I refuse to let the inanimate objects of this world get the better of me. So far the score is about 3 to 7, but I will even the playing field soon enough, soon enough. Colour (as they say in England): Fine, thanks. " They say that life is tit for tat and that's the way I live / So I deserve a lot of tat for what I've got to give " ems thought these thoughts @ 5:23 PM ...right now, over me
1.16.2004 Why read a blog? Someone else's that is... it seems to me that there's always an expectation for the person reading a blog, which is "this better be interesting, or why else am I reading the daily log of some random person's life?". I guess it's a sort of 'Truman Show' mentality, taking comfort in the nuances of someone else's existence, but with the shear number of people with access to blogs and that sort of technology, there's just too much nuance to go around. I can see if you're reading a friend's blog (open-entry 'diary'), scouring the pages with a reference to yourself or someone else you know, but in the same way that 'The Real World' is an accurate portrayal of life, a blog is an accurate portrayal of someone's feelings, opinions, etc. It's a pseudo-science of accuracy, but I also think it gives people a sense of, I don't know, importance maybe? You're given a space on the limitless landmass of the world wide web, and told that if you write down how your day was, someone will read it and listen and understand you, and what's more, enjoy doing so. Therefore, that's always in the back of your mind, that somewhere in some other time zone, someone is reading, listening to you. "How was your day, darling?" "Oh, fine, thank you so much for asking. This happened, that happened, shoutout to my homegirl who helped me with such-and-such (Because you have the link to your blog in your profile, you're sure your friend will read this), and I feel this way about that..." and so on and so forth. It's being distinctive in a world of anonymity, and that is a truly special feeling. So what's the conclusion to this tirade of nonsense? I don't even really know if there is one, really, just something to pass the time. Plus, isn't college the time when you're supposed to be all philosophical and 'enlightened' and whatnot? Sure it is, and anyways, that's what I'm making it, and since this is MY blog, and I know you're all listening attentively, I'm sure you all agree. "Yes, yes dear, that's exactly right." :) Color: I'm happy. I don't particularly like yellow, but it's sunshine and happiness and all that good stuff. " Let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before you're mother was born / Though she was born a long long time ago / Your mother should know / Your mother should know " ems thought these thoughts @ 2:03 PM ...right now, over me
1.15.2004 My old blog went the way of the dodo when the site it was on went the way of Pompeii, so here i am, ta-da! So sad that it had to die, it was such a pretty little thing... :( Today's Color: feeling blue for my blog... " So I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watchin' the cruisers below / And she's down on the street and she's tryin' hard to pull sister Flo " ems thought these thoughts @ 9:35 PM ...right now, over me
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