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Tuesday, 06 January 2009

Well I Figured...

That I keep up with my blogspot blog (http://emmymillions.blogspot.com/) so well, that maybe I can do a xanga! So let me try...
Well what am I listening to? Lots of stuff...
Dance Dance Murder (Silent Envy)
Falling Down (Atreyu)
Mecy (Duffy)
Liar (Rains)
She's a Lady (Forever the Sickest Kids)
His Girl Friday (The Academy Is)
Radio (Alkaline Trio)
My Favorite Part of a Story I've written? Let me check...
“Well, you know what? I’ve HAD it with this family! My mother sent me here to be educated about ‘normal’, a.k.a not getting whatever I want without work. Well I WORK MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE AROUND HERE!!!” Kelsey Mitchell was pacing out on the front porch of her Aunt’s house. She had her backpack and was directing a soliloquy at her little cousin, Meryl. She was really getting going, arms flaling, amber hair flying, warm brown, almost red eyes flared up like a pair of tainted rubies.
“I get up at 5, get my hair all nice and ‘good girl like’, then make sure my face is clear, that I haven’t gained or lost a single pound, eat the best possible breakfast than go through a day of sucking up to teachers, leading volleyball during every free damn period, and yet manage to be president of the guitar club AND writers club! I play a game every Saturday during the season, play on nationals from November to June, volunteer at the humane society until 12 then I’m a secretary at a psychiatrist’s office, who then mentors me.”
“Kels…”
“After that,” She continues, ignoring Meryl’s plea. “I go to a youth focus group and help out troubled kids my age. ALL while balancing helping out the poor Mrs. Whitersfield balance the churches funds every Sunday, since I don’t have to work or volunteer.
“Kelsey…”
“I then go to a volleyball training seminar every evening. That leaves me with about 1 hour a day to hang out with my friends. On Sundays, 3 hours. I also have to get ahead for AP Calculus BC. So I have NO social life until school and I am so stressed…”
Kelsey ran a hand through her matted hair, and fingered the stress pimple on her chin. She them, to her younger cousin Meryl’s alarm, burst into tears and ran towards town.
“Kelse. All I asked was if you wanted bacon for breakfast,” she yells.

Monday, 22 December 2008

My crazy friends

Well my friends made me get a xanga. so i decided to post. like anyone's gonna read this anyway...
Huh. Now that i've added pictures its easier than i thought. maybe i should do this more often...
Now for my favorite parts of my strories for the day
“You should’ve listened to ME. I mean, come ON, I’M the angel. You wouldn’t be dead right now if had listened to me rather than LYDIA,”
            “Okay, so I was wrong. I thought it would be fun Alana, which you wouldn’t know if it came and bit you on your fat black ass!”
            “That’s it, I’m coming for you!” Lydia, a small curly haired fairy lunged at Alana, a red haired pixie.
            “STOP IT YOU TWO!” A tall, curly haired girl of about 16 years of age pulled her two consciences apart.
            “It was no one’s decision but mine. Now, you two hate each other, so go find some where else to fight.”
            “Fine.”
            “Fine.”   Both mythical creatures disappeared in a haze of glitter (Alana), and ashes (Lydia).
Hi everyone! I'm just getting started on Xanga... Drop me a comment if you've got some ideas on what to do first - or just to say, "Hi!"