Pink Pirate : Hell in Heels.

Blaaaaarg!

2005-08-12T22:27:00.000-04:00

A better person than me would manage to keep this thing relatively updated. Not that I really had the chance... I've just returned from field hockey camp at Swarthmore (no aircondition, no fans, in 100˚+ weather). Got 5 hours of sleep, took the EMT practical, day after took the EMT written (that being today.) And now I have to schedule to redo part of my practical. Got 4,000 Mr. Yuk stickers from the testing center though, so it's all cool.

Field hockey starts Monday, then school on the Thursday after that. So I have absolutely NO time to do ANYTHING, and yet I've got to not only find out what this summer AP Studio project was, but I also have to do it. I'll probably just hand in something I already did though. I made my paper doll, did an Elle cg, did the scratchboard, and even painted a portrait this summer. Did the portrait today, in fact. Good times.

Person vs. Self.

2005-07-27T15:29:00.000-04:00

Call me chicken, I don't want to take my practical all by myself. I guess that means I'll be skipping the last day of camp. Now, as practical (hah, bad pun) as that solution sounds, it sucks. For multiple reasons. Them being:

1. Kristi is gonna be pissed as all hell.
2. My parents are forking out mucha mula for this camp, only for me to skip the last day.
3. It's only me being a coward that's any motivation for this decision.
4. I really want to be there the whole time. I love field hockey more than anything.
5. I wanna cry about the whole thing. I don't like that I'm stuck making this kind of decision.

So this sucks right now. Oh, and I'm not in shape yet. Baaaaaaaad.

"Work," Jimmy Eat World.

2005-07-26T16:36:00.000-04:00

Yeah, so am I the only one who hates it when someone says, "Oh, I wanna go do this!" and when you have time to do it, and you ask them , they bitch at you like your an imbecile.
My mom tells me she wants to go see a movie the other day. I go with my dad and a friend because she drops out last minute. She's "not feeling well." So we go. And today I tell her, "I wanna go see that movie." So what does she say? "No! I'm not going anywhere today, and you aren't either! I'm on the phone, geez!"

Thanks mom. On your own next time you wanna see a movie.

...

2005-07-23T23:38:00.000-04:00

Expect more of these. I'm a tad bored about now.

You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.
Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.
You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.

You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.
You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.
Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Your IQ Is 120

Your Logical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Exceptional

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Lazy Philosopher.

Where You Lived: Spain.

How You Died: Decapitation.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to obedience and warmth.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest:

You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you.

At Your Lowest:

You require a lot of attention and praise.

In Love:

You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are.

How You're Attractive:

You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic.

Your Eternal Question:

"Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

What's Your Power Color?

Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

You Are 50% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!

How Weird Are You?

Sooooo bored!

2005-07-23T23:18:00.000-04:00

Okay, so it's 11:10. Just 50 more minutes, then I'm outta here. Not like this isn't what I'd be doing at home, but it's not as cool when you're in the station. Or, it'd be really cool if we ever got any calls in.
I'm making it out as worse than it is though. It's really not so bad. They have tv, they have internet, they have comfy chairs. Unfortunately, they also have flies. Understandable, because I'm in the engine bay and all, but it's not stopping them from driving me nuts. I mean, what's with flies inability to fly more than 6 inches before landing and beginning that weird twitchy motion of theirs? And my cells is in the lounge, along with my comb. So I need to grab that stuff before I ship outta here.
Oh, and Kristi just got off. I really am gonna have to kill her good 'n dead for this.
God, I am such a bitch. How can I manage to complain when I'm not even all that disgruntled? Becuase it isn't that bad. Swear.

6-12.

2005-07-23T16:22:00.000-04:00

I'm on shift 6-12 again tonight. Same with Monday, Thursday and Friday.

Went to go see Fantastic 4 with my dad and Erin today. It was really cute. Not amazing or anything (not FANTASTIC! Haha! ...Ok, that was bad.), but it was fun to watch.
Anyways, I'm slacking on my running. Today is day 3 of no running. Or I might run downstairs and do 30 minutes, shower, and ship off to the Rescue Hall. I should do that.

Ya'll know my number. Free weekend minutes, call me.

What a Waste.

2005-07-22T00:16:00.000-04:00

What a waste of 6 hours. No calls, at all.

D'oh, cont.

2005-07-21T15:57:00.000-04:00

Yeah, so it turns out that she didn't take us (me, Ritchie) because the other EMT who showed up was not a people person. M'kay.

Anyways, I'm on shift from 6-12 pm. And tonight's a full moon. So hopefully people will go out and do crazy stuff to kill themselves.

D'oh!

2005-07-21T12:28:00.000-04:00

So about halfway through class someone called the Rescue Hall and basically announced, "We're in a bus, someone's had a stroke, we're pulling in." So Dink calls 911 and hops outside after raiding the ambulance. Dink and Larry are out there for maybe 10 minutes when a Transit bus pops up, and they stand around for another 5 minutes while te guy is unloaded. After another 5 minutes of getting the guy onto the stretcher from his wheelchair, Dink comes in and says, "If somebody hasn't gotten any calls in yet, they can come."

Christine and Matt are all like, "Go! Go!" But I'm too nervous (I mean, Dink's my TEACHER! If I suck, I'll never get a chance to live it down! I think it'd be easier to do with a stranger, or someone who's opinion is chickenshit.), so I tell Ritchie to go for it. And he runs outside, brings in the stretcher, and leaves it in the engine bay, gently spinning. I got up to stop the spinning, and Larry yells over to me to bring the wheelchair. So I hop into the ambulance (which, by the way, REEKS.) and hoist it up. Jump out, wander back in.

And when class begins again. Ritchie's sitting behind me. Because he didn't go. And I'm like, "D'oh!" because now that I think of it, he wasn't a full stroke by the Cincinnati scale, so he was pretty stable. Probably would have been easy. And Dink likes me. So she would've put up with me bumbling.

Open mouth, insert foot.

2005-06-22T17:09:00.000-04:00

So apparently there is no "Grounded". Oh my god. I think I'm going to die. It was all just a joke to poke at another guy.

And that rhymed. How much suckier can this get?

AHHHH!

2005-06-20T19:43:00.000-04:00

So Derek Kirk Kim is creating an all girls anthology called "Grounded". AHH! And he posted up on the Flight forums that he's looking for entrys! AHH! And I'm thinking, it's gotta be short, so I can have it put togethor real quick. Otherwise, he won't take ona noname, comic-virgin chick like me. But AWMAHFRIGGEN-GAWD-!

So it's gonna be real cute, and a little sappy, and a lot colorful, and real short, and OMG!

Yeah!

Hell inna Handbasket. All of it.

2005-06-17T17:58:00.000-04:00

I feel like a fucking bitch right now.

Not only am I royally pissed at everyone around me, but I keep thinking about the people I know. I think back to my first entry, I talked about these people I attract. And it's funny, but me and my mom are talking about it, and how much I don't like half of my friends. Thinking of it, I respect next to none. Why do I even talk to these people?? I wonder if it's because I'm too nice.
But I worry. I worry that I keep them around because they make me feel better. Oh hey, my life's shit. Yours is worse? Makes me feel better all ready.
I attract social lepers. And I wonder why.

And while this is totally off topic, I'm checking my messages on deviantART. And John has managed to make me hopping mad. He's a nice guy. I'm just taking things wrong today. And while I can calmly think, "Oh, I'm just a bitch today," that doesn't stop it from angering me. And it's either post here, or at him. And like I said, he's a nice guy. John really is. Any other day I could go on and on about how nice he is. Not today. So to not say something I'll regret, I'll say it here.

"I voted royally fucked because I like the Mindless Self Indulgence's Song called "Royally Fucked"."

Well that's just fanfuckingtastic. Like I care. Need I say, your taste in music sucks, along with any reasons you may have for voting the way you did.
To complete this amazing show of stupidity, he then comments:

"for those of you who need a translation for what she is saying i DO speak Emilie... "his brow needs more value to add depth to the structure of his face" thank you and anyone who needs any more translations i also can translate the mutters of Andy."

I'm sorry? Have you EVER heard of this AMAZING thing called grammer?? I heard it can actually make you LEGIBLE and UNDERSTANDABLE! Shock! Gasp! Not only have you translate me wrong, but you've done a shitty job of making me seem like the unintelligent one here. It'd help to throw in some adjectives, or descriptive phrases like, "I, John, am SO funny, and SO much smarter than Emilie that I can even take what she says and twist it into unintelligable sentance with no pertanence to the situation."

Am I taking things totally out of hand? Yeah, but you know what? I don't care. My next door neighbor, adopted/honorary Grandma, is not only moving, but apparently dying as well. It sucks. Capital S.

Life's a bitch.

The Concert.

2005-06-15T21:41:00.000-04:00

STARTED THIS JUNE 9TH.

I'm gonna be turning Triple X on inna few to finish up watching it.
Overall, a very successful day. I don't even know what to call
yesterday. It was just that super, über, ultrashit like that.

So yesterday...
Um, woke up, went to school. Handed in my paper in Biology. The one
that ended up being 20 pages long. God, that sucked. So, after that,
went to PreCal. Don't really remember anything we did there. Same with
lunch. Trashed my sculpture in ceramics, it died after being fired,
left before Stats.
So I got home, John and Mom were watching Triple X, which I'd only
seen about half of. Anyways, they wouldn't rewind, I didn't want to
only see the end... overall annoying, because i figured I'd have to
give it back to Amanda today. But I called Amanda, so I'm watching it
now (Vin Deisel is hot, by the way.) Um, 'round 4, Lura showed up and
we packed into the Prius.
So we were talking in the car and listening to Keane (it was real
quiet, I didn't catch most of it), when we got there (after about 15
minutes worth of repeated "no booze, drug, sex" jargon). So we waited
in this giant line that wrapped around the enitre parking lot, while
guys walked around with these black Killers tour shirts for sale.
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I just restarted typing this. It's been like two days or something. Anyways...
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So we're finally in, and the lady's scanning my ticket. Walk in, and
up to the plaza-like thing on the other side of the stage. We got in
line, spet awhile checking out the people, ranging anywhere from
model-like to fat, balding (but with hair in all the wrong spots),
tattoed, and shirtless. It was wrong. And all the peircings! Oh man,
I've never seen that many people who've volunteered to be pumped full
of lead. And this bruiser! I guess he was the bouncer from the 9:30,
at least that's what Lura said. But he was something like 6 feet,
maybe 300 pounds (and I don't mean muscle. I'm sure there was some in
there, but he had more of the Russian big guy look to him, you know,
not just big, but BIG.)

Anywho (back to the story), so we get in, and got BACK in line, this
time to get t-shirts. And we're standing there (I was laughing the
entire time. Poor guy at the counter musta gotten bulied into wearing
the powder-puff-pink Louis XIV shirt) until we eventually buy our
shirts and get outta there. Head up to the hill (a little to the left
of the stage, about center of the lawn seats) sit down and talk forra
while. (Regina Specker? I think that's her name? She was singing while
people sat down. Nice voice, sorta odd tunes. It was cool, nothing
flip about though) Lura's mom called, wanted a tee for Lura's little
sister, so we ran and got her the same one the guy at the counter was
wearing (Lura got the hot pink Louis XIV one, I got the hot pink
Killers tee). Saw Kelly Zier (I think that's her name. Watch me be
wrong though. Real high voice.), didn't say hi or anything, grabbed
the tee, ran back. Anyways, from there stuff gets real blurry. Like I
can remember individual scenes, what everyone's doing, what was
happening, how the band looked, how it sounded, all of it PERFECTLY.
But only when I'm listening to the music. So I can tell you the order
of bands from there: Möximo Park, Louis XIV, Keane, and then the
Killers.
Chaos ensues. People get drunk, people scream, bands play. Oh man. It
was sheer genius. Nothing like it in the world. And when it was all
over, we raced a limo out, got outta there in less that 30 minutes.
Not bad, I'd say.

And once again, I'm watching Triple X. Vin Diesel. YUUUUUUMMMMMMM...

2005-06-07T14:04:00.000-04:00

Mmmm... forgot to mention, we had our Precal written today. I was doing totally fine until I got to the 3rd question, no calculators. It wasa a graph, and it was something like:

.............x^2-x
f(x)=—————
..........X^2+X-2

(The ".."'s are there to make it all line up right. Just ignore them.)

Anways, so I got all the written bits right on it, but I didn't graph it right, and I REALLY need a good grade on this! AHHH! I'm a nervous wreck about the whole thing... it's no fun.

Guilt Complex.

2005-06-07T14:03:00.000-04:00

Luke Milyard is such a creep. I walked over to the cafeteria during Ceramics (technically I was "delivering" pottery peices that had been left by students. Mrs. Stovall didn't really care if I left though, she'd be cool with me slaughtering the other kids. God, I am SUCH a teacher's pet. Hehe. And she let me pull out my cell in the middle of class and call my mom. It wasn't even like I didn't ask, and literally, she was like, "Fine, but you'll get better signal near the door." So my mom came in with a check for my school ring, which is so cute! Anyways...) I sat down next to Erin and we were talking for awhile, and Victoria and Aubrey had run off to talk with some of their friends, and I started hearing my name. So I turned around, and tehre he was. And he starts giving me this "Oh, Emilie! JRodge likes you!"-style shit. So I blew him off, until he raised his voice to a scream everytime he called my name. And all the sudden, just to make him shut up, I'm like, "Sorry, Rodge, but I don't swing that way." I feel so shitty about it. I've got to apologize tomorrow, I'm gonna have a guilt complex otherwise. It's just that Luke makes me so nervous. I hate him, he ALWAYS starts telling me these stupid things whenever we talk, and it throws me offbalance. And then I get nervous, and end up doing something stupid. You have no idea how much I wish he'd just stop talking to me. But he ALWAYS does. Fucker.

Yeah, so I left school at the end of 3rd period. Beat that.

Still got stuff to finish on this dumb project.

What's with people nowadays??

2005-06-04T22:04:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I've seen idiots before, but these two take the cake. I mean, even for what I see everyday in school, this is pushing limits...

So SATs. Easy as crap. You hear the horror stories about Seniors walking out, pale faced and stomach-impaired, puking from fear and nerves. And all I am is vaguely pissed I have 3 months until I get my 2400 for sure. And worse, I write this GENIUS essay on:

Some people believe that to be succesful in corporate and social situations, repressing and moving beyond memories is needed. Others may argue that the ability to draw from previous experiences and to learn from the past are vital skills. Blah, blah, what do you think?

And I'm never going to see it. And the "let us place your paragraph online/publish it" bit says that they won't give out your name if it's published. Gee! I'm sooooo thrilled! So you're going to rip my writing and not give me any credit for being the freaking mastermind behind it? TUBULAR!

Anyways, that was off topic. So what I meant to talk about was the tiny little blonde that walked in a couple of minutes after me. She set her bag down about 4 seats over, one empty between her, and one between me and the middle girl. So I guess the two knew each other because they're talking. And talking. And NEITHER would shaddup until the proctor walked in. Begin test.
Like I said, it was easy. So managing to finish with AT LEAST 10 minutes left on each section (excluding the 10 minute section and essay), I have time to sit and watch. And lo! What do I see but a set of wandering eyes, attatched to a tiny little blonde. A blonde who happens to be sitting 4 seats down (see where I'm going with this??). Anyways, I almost felt bad for her. I mean, I'm guessing no one got her the memo, but we all HAVE DIFFERENT TEST FORMS. Oh well.

Dumbass no.2: What is it with kids nowadays? I mean, maybe someone should send the third graders on a field trip over the weekends.
Maybe a trip to hell. No return tickets.
Me and my Daddy went to see Revenge of the Sith after having lunch. After taking the SATs. Anyways, I'm choking up while Anakin is mass murdering small children. And the dumbass bitch in front of me scoots a little to the left and WHAM! I'm blinded. Turns out someone paid for seats, not a movie. She just needed somewhere to break while texting her little buddies. Retard. Anyways, I'm a decent enough person. I gave her five minutes. And when she kept going, I got pissed. So with my Dad on the other side of me, I'm starting to twitch and spasm in a complete rage. I mean, forget common decency. Forget that other people may want to see the movie. Forget that IN A LOUD CLEAR VOICE, USING SMALL WORDS (maybe "off" is too big for her to get??) they announce to "TURN OFF ALL CELL PHONES"? Remember that Miss. Chicky is paying, and I mean forking out hard, legal cash, to sit her ass down and NOT SEE THE MOVIE?! What a RETARD!
So we're leaving the theatre, and she gets up. And I notice, WTF? She's got to be waist-height. Maybe, and that's being generous. I could totally whoop her ass with, well... my ass. And I was just like, forget it. I don't kill small children. Even if they're mentally deficient. I mean, she could b 40 and still be a small child intellectually. Hopefully someone scrubs the gene pool with a spike.

...Sometime in the near future would be nice.

H'okay.

2005-06-02T16:00:00.000-04:00

Okay, so it's graduation. Not only was she at the Awards ceremony for
NO GODDAMN reason, but Ashlee decides to show up for the actual thing.
As if being uninvited, unwanted, and obviously having NO ONE to talk to
isn't bad enough, she goes and finds the ONE person who can stand her
presence, and sits with them. And while Liz happens to be a usher,
don't think Ashlee is deterred. No, in fact, the idea of sitting with a
bunch of Juniors, and then standing in a place of honor where SHE
SHOULDN'T BE only adds appeal. So as the Seniors walk in, for what
really is an important moment in the their lives, some random bitch is
trying to steal their thunder. Oh, I can hear it now, "Oh, I was
greeting the Seniors as they walked in for the Graduation ceremony.
Isn't that -too- cool?"

Now, I'm aware as anyone else, it's not REALLy my place to comment.
It's not my party, and the Seniors don't care that she exists, much
less WHERE she is. But still, it annoys me that not only will she preen
for weeks, but that she's stealing an opportunity that maybe someone
actually related to/cared about by the Seniors could have had to stand
up there.

I hope she's happy when she gets it next year. It'll be great to see
when she has no friends.

2005-05-29T19:33:00.000-04:00

I haven't got a blog that absolutely NO ONE knows about. About time I got one, because I'm tired of having to skimp on my bitching because I might *gasp* offend someone!
I hate that about myself. I'm a hater. We all know it. But I don't really have that kind of cavalier attitude where I can hurt someone's feelings and not feel guilty, or be annoyed at myself. And well, as close as I am with some of my friends, how the hell do you tell someone they're a freak? I mean, it's sad, but that's apparently the kind of people I attract. Social reject and unwanted children. Says great things about me.

Anyways, I'll finish this up once I've made sure it's all working the way it should.