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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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3.15.2004
Perhapes we should all take a moment to reflect upon the words of my dear friend, Mr. Donne, when he says: He is stark mad, who ever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But that it can ten in less space devour; Who will believe me, if I swear That I have had the plague a year? Who would not laugh at me, if I should say, I saw a flask of powder burn a day? Ah, what a trifle is a heart, If once into love's hands it come! All other griefs allow a part To other griefs, and ask themselves but some; They come to us, but us love draws, He swallows us, and never chaws: By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks to die, He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry. If 'twere not so, what did become Of my heart, when I first saw thee? I brought a heart into the room, But from the room, I carried none with me: If it had gone to thee, I know Mine would have made thine heart to show More pity unto me: but Love, alas At one first blow did shiver it as glass. Yet nothing can to nothing fall, Nor any place be empty quite, Therefore I think my breast hath all Those pieces still, though they be not unite; And now as broken glasses show A hundred lesser faces, so My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, But after one such love, can love no more. The Broken Heart I think Johnny is right on here, I just wish we all knew who these magical lovers are in our own lives. How can you tell if you're really in love? I don't think I ever have been, but who knows? There's no handbook with a list of symptoms to check yourself by. And another good question, Why aren't I studying for my Oceanography Lab Final tomorrow?!?! Oy vey, oh man. Color: Ay, life... or something like it. " Cause me and Cinderella / Can put it all together / We can drive it home / With one headlight " ems thought these thoughts @ 9:20 PM ...right now, over me
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