How To Be Alone

self explanitory

Edward Sharpe isn't even his real name.

It's your birthday. I feel like I should call you, but I won't. I'll write on your wall instead.

Last night was edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros.

Cons

• Having to call Rosie's mom to put my camera in her car because there are no "professional cameras" allowed.
• Having to dump out my ice cold mango juice and replace it with room temperature water (probably filled with drugs)
• Looking down periodically and realizing again that I now have blue hair.
• Standing for what seemed like an eon waiting for The Entrance Band to get off the stage.
• Standing for what seemed like a few centuries waiting for Edwarde Sharp to come out.
• Being shoved
• Being push
• Being groped by some drunk man
• Not kissing the really-cute-kissing-kid
• Taking a picture of people kissing....(it was awkward?)
• Etc, etc.
• Worst Day EVER

Pros

• Getting to be pretty dang close to the front because we stood for so long and slowly moved up
• Standing next to some people are own age for a change.
• Doing extremely creepy things to/with them
• Mosh.
• Joining in on other peoples fist pump clumps ( i don't know what else to call it)
• The music. Oh my, the music.
• Being the first one in my area to realize that he was singing Lean on Me.
• Singing Lean on Me by myself for a few.
• The entire crowd singing Lean on Me.
• Home
• Punching annoying Utah kid
• Telling everyone to move aside because I'm a rebel with blue hair
• Etc, etc.
• BEST.DAY.EVER.

POST 100

I feel like this post should be full of deep thoughts and insightful paragraphs because it is my hundredth published post. But most likely it won't be. 

Most likely I will say something about boys

Maybe I'll mention my friends

I'll probably say something extremely empowering like " I can do anything" even though I probably can't

I could even write something cornbally about how grateful I am to all my readers (all 2 of them)

You can bet I'll mention how much I hate Mr. Anonymous.

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It's kinda funny. Lots of people start blogs. For a lot of different reasons. And maybe I'm wrong, but I think that the only ones who keep writing are those who aren't doing it to tell everyone about their day or see how many followers they can get. I think that we keep going because we are writers, and this is what we love. 

Cheers to the written word.

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Remember that time when we both starting looking for Ashton Kutcher at the same time, convinced we were being punked? That was the moment I knew my heart would be yours for a very long time.

P.s. Enjoy the ride, and hold on for dear life.

I emailed Ellen two days ago. Still no reply.

i kid.

They told me my hair smelled like the beach. So I told them that all California girls have beach scented hair. duh.

<3
M

maybe if i actually got embarrassed

One day my boyfriend will be a waiter at The Cheesecake Factory. They are just so classy.

About that...it's kind of a funny story.

It started with a pair of sunglasses.

We were sitting in a booth waiting for our order to be taken and absent-mindedly nibbling on bread when I jokingly pulled them out. I whispered, "It's kinda bright in here" and we all started laughing. What can I say? My family laughs easily. I then proceded to pull them down so my eyes were barely visible and pretend to be snottily say what I wanted ( The tacos but with substitutes of goat cheese and tofu). I looked up and there was my waiter....the awkward laughter was probably excruciating for him.

A few minutes later a song came on. You know, one of those barely audible, background noise songs. Anyway. My mom was all " I love this so song!!!" So naturally I started dorkilly dancing to it. Let me clarify that I looked extremely like, well, an idiot. Guess who had just come around the corner? That would be our waiter, quietly filling our water glasses. No. I didn't notice. Not until my mom wispered, "Emily" and the uncontrollable laughter started once again.

You guessed it. It happened a third time.

This time I had just finished telling my extremely long yet completely brilliant idea of how my brother should propose to his future wife. Of course I had to conclude by loudly stating. "Man, I wish I could propose to boys!" I'll give you one guess who had just walked up. I wonder if by then he thought we were laughing at him....

And we bought a trampoline. Not to jump on, but to lay on. To look up at the stars on. To pile blankets on and watch old movies. 

-M

so what

So what if I spent all of yesterday watching short flims and stumbling?

So what if I spent the day before in the movie theater watching all 8 Harry Potter movies?

It was worth it.

10 things I love about the Harry Potter Movies

1. In all scenes that take place in the Dursley house( I say house because it is in no way a home) there are the most hilarious photographs. On the fireplace, hanging on the walls, on every side table, are pictures of Dudley...usually eating something or making some hideous face. watch for it.

2. Picking out lines that make harry potter sound gay.

ex: "I didn't mean for this to happen, Ron"

      "I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why, all I know is that it did."

3. Listening to how their voices change as they hit puberty.

4. Watching Harry's left eye twitch uncontrollably.

5. The entire theater quoting "Give it here Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom"

6.Pretending not to notice that Dumbledore changes.

7. the words mental, git, brilliant, right, and snogging

8. OH GINNY. the awkwardness.

ex: "Shoelace" *ties Harry's shoes*

      "Don't you trust me?" *feeding Harry*

      "We can keep this a secret too if you like" *kissing Harry*

      "Zip me up?" *self explanatory*

9. The uncontrollable sniffling and sobbing throughout the theater during the last movie. (being one of those pathetic, sniffling people)

1o. "NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU B****" 

* mrs. weasley killing Bellatrix*

This post is really about nathan. i found his celebrity look alike. i couldn't help myself

The rest of this post has nothing to do with nate gallagher.

I pinky promise.

So for some stupid reason I thought that holding hands a couple times meant that you liked me. But I guess that was just my stupidity.

huh.

M

P.S. I thought I should let you know that

HARRY POTTER IS TOMORROW

in memory

Two reasons I love the word 

Reason number one: it happens to be my favorite season. there is no school and *almost* no responsibility. its warm and i can wear sunglasses.

Reason number two: my super hip young women's leader. who found my blog. her name? that would be SUMMER

and if thats not good enough for you....i don't know what would be

"Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh.....

Don't you forget about me, don't don't don't don't"

I remember a time when my biggest fear was that I would go to that school, away from all my friends and almost everyone who meant anything to me and they would all forget about me. They said they wouldn't, some even went as far as to promise. I wonder if they misunderstood what I was saying. Never did I believe that one day in the near future I would walk up to them and say, "Hi, I'm emily, and we used to be best friends" only to receive blank stares and quizzical looks in return. No, they will never forget that I existed unless they become ill or have serious brain damage. I was simply afraid that one day they'd hear my name and realize that they haven't thought of me in days, weeks even. One day maybe they would refer to me as a girl they once new. One day, they would forget. And no matter how hard we tried, it still happened, didn't it?

I fancy that.

-M

?

Lately my life

is one

GIANT

question mark.

Why is it that the only people who rush in are considered fools?

"I can't help falling in love with you"

Why do boys seem to forget I exist as soon as one of my bubblier, prettier friends enter the picture?

Emily who?

Why did I officially give up coffee?

Because I have good friends....and she gave me twenty bucks.

Why must Summer and Romance be forever linked?

Not that I mind, really. And I know because of this question I am going to get a gazillion friends begging me for a love story. Let me crush your hopes now. There isn't one.

Why is it that you, being over 30 years older than me, can't step up and be an adult? How can you not see the obvious, mature thing to do when I see it oh so clearly?

Just wondering, because its frustrating, really.

Why did girls camp have to be so excellent?

Three words. Rosie. Maddie. Abi.

Three more words. Ring Tailed Cats

Why do you insist on trying to torture me?

I'm proud to report, it isn't working in the least bit. I am so done with letting you.

Is this post about nathan gallagher?

I'll let you decide this one. But it prolly is.

And when he looked into my eyes I knew that he wasn't lying. And maybe, just maybe, he knew that that was exactly what I needed to hear. I knew in that instant that I would remember those words forever, and one day when all hope is lost, they will give me strength.

<3

M

p.s. i met a boy