tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28914648798978482432024-02-21T02:46:15.627-05:00Upon a Thought"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
-- Lord ByronEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-10370700117271345772009-10-25T13:08:00.003-04:002009-10-25T13:48:32.046-04:00Ridiculous Things That Never Should Have Been InventedThis is the abridged version of a list I've been making all morning. It has no deeper meaning other than the fact that I honestly don't understand why ANY of these things exist. I mean, seriously. Every single one of these items just begs the question, "WHY?!?!?!!?!?"<br /><br /><br />1. Pantyhose<br /><img style="width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.lindadang.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/pantyhose.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br />2. Sauerkraut<br /><img style="width: 220px; height: 146px;" src="http://www.steffensdinners.com/files/images/wine-sauerkraut.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br />3. Skinny jeans<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeZ0ajASn55j5UQyQzDNCd1fnQme5hYxOG9u_ejKHzu-EbncVXawZGpEetYRYJD-rKzyl1XNqSkbBk0nxuhqPtqnSZWc9mh8CvFBmZ8SZi9bVWMpG4qA_45mNEN4Qjmkz9003_mSxMM8/s320/skinny+jeans.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />4. Twizzlers<br /><img style="width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://smileandscrap.indedev.net/catalog/24024.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br />5. Hummers<br /><img style="width: 220px; height: 138px;" src="http://cutmesomeflack.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/hummer1.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br />6. Inflatable furniture<br /><img style="width: 264px; height: 221px;" src="http://modculture.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/04/branex_inflatable.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />7. Tissue Box Covers<br /><img style="width: 149px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.jpdesigns.info/images/Examples/TissueBoxCovers2_small.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />8. Paperweights<br /><br /><img style="width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="http://www.holderofthestone.com/images/sea_spray_paperweights.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />9. The entire teaberry flavor<br /><img src="http://www.hersheysicypsi.com/HandDippedFlavors/Teaberry.JPG" /><br /><br />10. These lawn ornament things<br /><img style="width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3494107555_ee042b9b4b.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br /><br />Feel free to add!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com104tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-80022984386319425092009-10-24T20:03:00.004-04:002009-10-24T20:05:42.473-04:00Thought for the dayOne of my professors posed this question to our class earlier this week; it's a quote from David Copperfield. Days later, I'm still thinking about it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Will you be the hero of your own story?"</span><br /><br /><br />Out of curiosity, what kind of thoughts does this question generate for you?<br /><br />My own take on the question? I think it's equally as important to consider, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Should I be the hero of my own story?"</span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-90123463969422766952009-09-07T19:20:00.003-04:002009-09-07T19:27:51.390-04:00"Anyone who thinks that they are too small to make a difference has never tried to fall asleep with a mosquito in the room."(I positively love that quote and it's the only thing that comes to mind when I think "mosquitoes").<br /><br />I hearby award major bonus points to <a href="http://www.soyescritora.blogspot.com/">Edge</a> for knowing who Jump5 is in my last post :)<br /><br />I read <a href="http://www.aolhealth.com/health/fall-health/mosquito-bites-stress?icid=mainmaindl3link4http%3A%2F%2Fwww.aolhealth.com%2Fhealth%2Ffall-health%2Fmosquito-bites-stress">this article</a> today and felt the need to post it just so I could say, "HA!" The world keeps telling me to de-stress, but I'm not very good at it. Maybe stress has its perks........????Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-60589012448316825362009-09-06T14:40:00.004-04:002009-09-06T14:49:11.490-04:00I've got words in my head, so I sing them....(major bonus points if you know the song/artist that I stole the title from WITHOUT Googling it....)<br /><br />Yesterday I attended <a href="http://revgen.org/">Revelation Generation 2009</a>, which was, in a word superawesomeamazing :) I spent the day there with some friends and we had right-up-against-the-stage views of concerts by BarlowGirl, Relient K, Switchfoot, Needtobreathe, Flyleaf, and lots of others!<br /><br />As such, here are some of the songs that are still resonating:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMEPrXGW6v4">The Lining is Silver :: Relient K</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfu6lcyPNCg">Oh, Gravity :: Switchfoot</a><br /><br />And my new favorite (just <span style="font-style: italic;">listen</span> to it. The piano/vocal combination is amazing):<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPMh1Zo-6tM">Beautiful Ending :: BarlowGirl</a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-66580014760858195382009-09-02T07:32:00.001-04:002009-09-02T07:34:04.018-04:00If you're not here, raise your hand....Just a little techinical note. The whole "import blogs from Google Reader" thing didn't work the way I wanted it to, and as a result, quite a few of you are missing from my excellent blogs list on the left. If you're not there, please let me know!!!!!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-10643431713877914082009-09-01T21:55:00.004-04:002009-09-01T22:34:05.275-04:00This Little Light of Mine....So, as I was driving home tonight, I had a most interesting encounter with the guy driving the SUV next to me. Picture it: I'm in my little raspberry colored car (Ok, so it's not <em>technically </em>mine. Thank you, Nana, for letting me borrow it!!), all the windows rolled down (because we had the most perfect September weather today!), singing along at the top of my lungs with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8R9ZPT2T-I">the song on the radio</a>, which is tuned to the <a href="http://www.wordfm.org/">WordFM.</a> I'm stopped at a notoriously long stoplight. Seriously. The kind of stoplight that would be created by an evil genius bent on revenge, because it stays red forevvvvvvvver and is only green for about a tenth of a millisecond.<br /><br />Anyway, Guy in the SUV in the lane next to me must also have his windows rolled down. Now, let me just point out that, <em>had I known this</em>, I most definitely would have stopped singing. OR at least rolled up my windows. I do feel kind of bad for the innocent strangers who are forced to listen to me squawk, after all. However, I didn't realize it.<br /><br />He, naturally, did. And he must have had exceptionally good hearing, because even with the sound of my squawks, he was able to discern the song I was listening to.<br /><br /><br /><br />Guy in the SUV: Hey! Sounds like a good song! What station you listening to?<br /><br /><br /><br />Me (after turning the music down and trying to pretend I have no idea where that awful squawking was coming from): WordFM....88.9!<br /><br /><br /><br />Guy in the SUV: "Word"...sounds like one of those Godly Christian stations...<br /><br /><br /><br />Me: It is. And it's pretty awesome. You should check it out!<br /><br /><br /><br />Guy in the SUV: You know, I don't know that I believe in God....<br /><br /><br /><br />Me: Check it out anyway. Maybe you'll hear something....maybe it will help answer your questions.<br /><br /><br /><br />At this point, the stoplight must have sensed that we were actually enjoying ourselves and getting into a conversation. Naturally, being designed to bring everlasting frustration upon the world, it quickly changed to green, forcing us both to move. However, and I swear God was smiling, we hit another red stoplight a few blocks up. Once again, I'm stopped next to Guy in the SUV, and we both still have our windows rolled down.<br />And I hear the same songs I'm listening to in my car playing from his radio. And he's tapping his fingers along on the steering wheel. He looks over and notices me and says, "I might keep listening to this. Thanks." And I replied, "You're welcome!" and then we were off, going our seperate ways.<br /><br />Even now, hours later, I can't even explain how blown away I am by this encounter. It was so completely unexpected and wonderful....but furthermore, it makes me aware of the fact that every part of my life is a testimony to God and His faithfulness. Every single tiny moment.<br /><br />In Philippians, Paul writes: <em>"Only let your manner of life <strong>be worthy of the gospel of Christ</strong>, so that whether I come and see you or am absent, I may hear of you that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving side by side for the faith of the gospel..."</em> [Phil. 1:2-28] We are called, then, to live a life worthy of the Gospel of <em>Christ. </em>Of <em>God Himself. </em>That is a hugely daunting order, isn't it?! But Paul doesn't just say that we should live this way "while you're in church" or "when people are watching you" or "during work hours"; we are to act this way all the time. Our whole lives. Every moment of my life, every little thing I do, from the way I dress, the language I use, the words I write, the choices I make, the conversations I have, the music I listen to, and the way I treat others around me all reflect the values that are central to my life. And those values need to be Godly ones!!<br /><br />Sometimes I forget that my faith can influence people outside of Sunday mornings or my circles of Christian friends. Sure, it's easy to see how having deep discussions in Sunday school or praying together with friends is meaningful....but I really had no idea that the things I do or the way I act outside of those situations meant anything to anyone. But God's been making me aware of it lately, and I wonder if it's His way of encouraging me to be more aware of what my actions are saying about me (for better and worse).<br /><br />One of the reasons I've had this renewed interest in blogging is due to a recent conversation. A few days ago, a friend told me that "Yours is one of the only Christian blogs I read." I am so surprised and honored by this! (I am FLATTERED, dear!!) She may not agree with what I believe, and yet, she reads it anyway. In some way, I might be influencing her life...God is using me for a purpose! It's a pretty amazing feeling to think that <em>God Himself</em> is using me for some part of His plan!<br /><br />So, morals of the story?<br />1. Even the tiniest, seemingly insignificant parts of our lives might be changing the world and affecting people.<br />2. Stoplights might serve a higher purpose after all.<br />3. Always leave the windows down. Who knows what opportunities you might miss otherwise? :)Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-55945290837070542009-09-01T14:53:00.004-04:002009-09-01T15:04:55.838-04:00Abracadabra...make MMSG reappear!My dearest bloggers,<br /><br />Many apologies for the bizarre and unexplained disappearance. I think two and only two of you will understand when I say "monkeys". I'm afraid to even look at the date of my last post, but I know for sure it was eons ago! But, at the suggestion/command issued by our own dear Madison, I agreed it was time to start blogging again. And September first seemed like an excellent day to do that, so here we go again...!<br />History, for anyone who's curious:<br />Life got a little crazed this summer....I spent the last few months working like crazy! My summer job entailed spending my mornings entertaining children and trying to avoid the inter-camp wars that kept popping up at a day camp, and the afternoons were filled with working at a community center and taking the kiddos to the pool. Fascinating moments of this job included when one child asked if I was married, another informed me I look like his 74 year old grandmother, a third tried to break into my car, the discovery of what we're fairly certain was an alien caterpillar, a plot which involved running in to a dumpster with a car to simulate thunder, and way too many wheat crackers for snack. I don't know if I can eat any more wheat crackers.<br />I also spent a healthy amount of time playing in the rain, making music videos with my cousins, playing my guitar (if any of my neighbors are reading this, I really am sorry. I really DIDN'T know the windows were open....), babysitting, working my way through an online summer class, and eating way too much chocolate.<br />The other two big highlights were, without a doubt, my trip to New Orleans for the National Youth Gathering as well as my week at Worldview Academy. More on these subjects soon, too.<br /><br />What about y'all? Any exciting summer developments?<br /><br />The big news? I, the homeschooler, am here at college and loooving it! We're only on Day 2 of classes and already I'm up to my eyeballs in homework, but hey, it's part of the experience ;) Most of my classes are awesome, most of my professors are awesome, I mostly know my way around campus and I definitely have the great on-campus job EVER, so life is quite good :)<br /><br />More posts coming your way soon. Pinky promise. Right now, my history book is threatening to run away if I don't read it soon. I think it's feeling jealous because of all the time I've devoted to Spanish lately. Poor thing.<br /><br />P.S. In case there is anyone out there reading this without an RSS feeder (I know, slim chance), like the new look? And for everyone else, come check it out. I'm still tweaking, but do comment.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-51663723335588186092009-04-02T14:06:00.002-04:002009-04-02T14:10:40.179-04:00HAILSTORM<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[written for a friend in need]</span><br /><br />Hail-storms of hurt-words<br />Come barreling down;<br />Warm rays of sunlight<br />No longer found.<br />Unexpected and whirling;<br />Hardened and cold;<br />Invaded by dark clouds<br />Angry and bold.<br />A bruise here, a scar there<br />Salty rain-tears descend<br />Lord, strengthen me;<br />Lead me to the storm’s end.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-53144849460518130612009-04-01T22:34:00.005-04:002009-04-01T23:01:43.832-04:00Anyone have a piece of fleece?I'm afraid to even look at the date of my last post. I'm sure it was years ago. Accept my full apologies!<br /><br />A lot of what has been consuming me lately has been this big crazy college decision part of life. The scholarships. The interviews. The research. The thinking. The letters. The credits. The majors. The programs. The distance from home. The campuses. The admissions counselors. The professors. The students. The food (hey, it's an important factor). The costs. Etc.<br />It has been a MAJOR source of stress and pure terror for me over the last few months (years?) and yet, I can feel God teaching me things through this process.<br /><br />One thing that's been sticking out at me lately has been, as a dear friend put it, "The Classic Christian Mistake".<br /><br />I keep looking for factors that will make this decision easier for me, and one of those was financial aid. I prayed and prayed and prayed and found that my top two schools were basically the same in every respect -- I loved them both and they had so much to offer and both are great choices. And so I thought the only factor left was financial aid; I prayed that God would use scholarships and grants and such to point me in the right direction. And I waited. And I waited. And for a few weeks, it looked like even the monetary awards would be almost exactly the same, leaving me very undecided and unsure of what God was doing.<br /><br />Then I got a letter in the mail from one school, and the scholarship money was significantly higher than I expected. Woo hoo, happy dance, life is good. This was a sign, I knew it; this was God pointing.<br />I was thrilled for all of about two hours.<br /><br />Then the doubt set in.<br />"I should wait until I get the official statement from the other school. This really isn't a sign. This is just unexpected. What if this isn't really God? What if God hasn't really spoken yet, but I'm just trying to force everything to fit into MY own will instead of His? How do I know this is a sign? This can't be what answered prayers look like..." etc, etc.<br /><br />The next day, knowing most of this, my friend talked to me about my big mistake. "You made the classic Christian mistake," she said of my doubt. "You prayed and prayed that God would speak to you about this decision through finances. And He did exactly as you asked. And then after you got that, you looked at God and wondered if it was enough." She's so very right; that's EXACTLY what I did!<br /><br />I haven't been able to stop thinking about this conversation since. How often do we want God to just drop down a sign straight from Heaven to point us in the right direction? But even more interesting, how often does God DO this, but instead of following his sign, we second-guess it and doubt Him and ask for a billboard. THEN we'll be sure. And sometimes God has enough patience to drop us a fairly obvious billboard...and we have the gall to look at him and go, "Could ya just add some flashing lights to it? I'm not sure if this is the sign I need yet...I'm waiting for something more obvious...."<br /><br />It reminds me of <a href="http://mismatchedsockgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/step-out-in-faith.html">the story of Gideon</a>, which you can also find in <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Judges%206;&version=31;">Judges 6-7</a>. You gotta love Gideon. He's out in his field threshing wheat, and an ANGEL of the LORD appears.(First sign: There's an angel standing in front of me.) And Gideon says, "Whoa, baby. Are you really an angel? If you are, hang on just one second." Gideon goes inside to prepare an offering and the angel waits, just as he asks. (Second sign: Angel does as he asks and waits with heavenly patience). Then, Gideon comes back out and asks for ANOTHER sign. So the angel touches Gideon's altar offering with his staff and BOOM! instant flames. (Third sign) Ok. So, now, Gideon has an ethereal being standing in front of him who has just made fire appear out of nowhere....pretty obvious, eh? <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Gideon's still skeptical.</span> He comes up with this elaborate test for God, involving fleece and dew and very specific instructions (Seriously? If this is not an illustration of how patient our God is, then I don't know WHAT is! Because if it was me...I'd be a little peeved at Gideon and I'd been ready to smite the guy.) And God, who has created the heavens and the earth and can do ANYTHING, has the patience and goodwill to accommodate Gideon's silly requests about putting dew on the fleece. (Fourth sign, anyone??) Gideon wakes up the next morning and goes, "Alright! You did exactly what I wanted, God! But...well, just one more thing...." and he goes and asks God for YET ANOTHER sign. And God STILL doesn't smite the guy, but gives him his sign, (Yep, we're up to five signs, now, in a few day's time, if I remember correctly) and thank goodness Gideon finally sees the light and realizes, DUH, this IS God.<br /><br />And it's so easy for me (us) to roll our eyes at Gideon and wonder how he could possibly still doubt, even when God did <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly</span> what he asked, over and over again.<br /><br />And yet, here I am doing exactly the same thing.<br /><br />Thank you, God, for your indescribable patience!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-42316916501082925842009-03-17T17:22:00.002-04:002009-03-17T17:23:07.902-04:00Happy St. Patrick's Day!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TCB5QhHVJA">St. Paddy's day, the Veggie way</a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-72110708301390850592009-03-07T11:19:00.002-05:002009-03-07T11:21:17.469-05:00Spring Forward!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/clock.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 225px;" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/clock.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't forget -- it's Daylight Savings Time! Make sure you turn clocks <span style="font-style: italic;">ahead</span> an hour when you go to bed tonight!!!</span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-71716813157294067332009-03-03T15:37:00.007-05:002009-03-03T15:55:56.859-05:00Somebody's got some 'splaining to do....After being at work all morning, I came home this afternoon and headed upstairs to tackle some schoolwork. Like any normal person, I also had to go to the bathroom. I walked in to the little upstairs bathroom that the Lil Bro and I share only to discover this....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnsudHYjrgYRDm9hA5Gy5fHXMBnkUnaHZ4oX6jNAe5PRUiJZTAmDsOjpP4U4__vveQj28oLpNZ-_OADfZUdgjs0d1uVHDZ00gnCLWiP7-FCai5BCny_sD2zMeheONlnkCtgBuky9A0Tu_/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnsudHYjrgYRDm9hA5Gy5fHXMBnkUnaHZ4oX6jNAe5PRUiJZTAmDsOjpP4U4__vveQj28oLpNZ-_OADfZUdgjs0d1uVHDZ00gnCLWiP7-FCai5BCny_sD2zMeheONlnkCtgBuky9A0Tu_/s200/IMG_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309066039669584194" border="0" /></a><br />So you're thinking, "Duh, MMSG. It's winter. That stuff is called snow. You got 13 inches of it yesterday. Why are you surprised by this??!" And, well, yeah. If I was outside, a hunk of dirty snow would have been no big deal.<br /><br /><br />But it was in my bathtub!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Styg94491pj8YDWYauLVu85XZngNPkC-_T6e5fCMpzFk9XzXku6h1cZZwehmc3FR8h0WYs9Y7m9Obzp0mvQ4-kDcX8CPWaBNfxh2xYRNKZYY7qjUGBbBl7-8RHEpDZWjekSnzu6EBZX2/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Styg94491pj8YDWYauLVu85XZngNPkC-_T6e5fCMpzFk9XzXku6h1cZZwehmc3FR8h0WYs9Y7m9Obzp0mvQ4-kDcX8CPWaBNfxh2xYRNKZYY7qjUGBbBl7-8RHEpDZWjekSnzu6EBZX2/s200/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309066325626852850" border="0" /></a><br />So, seeing as the Lil Bro is the only other person who uses this bathroom, I marched off to his room.<br /><br />Me: "Come."<br /><br />Lil Bro: "Huh?"<br /><br />Me (leads Lil Bro to bathroom and points to snow)<br /><br />Lil Bro: "It's snow."<br /><br />Me: "It's IN MY BATHTUB!!!"<br /><br />Lil Bro: "Yeah....?"<br /><br />Me: "Explain, if you please?!"<br /><br />Lil Bro (shrugs): "I dunno. Is the roof leaking?"<br /><br />Me and Lil Bro pause and look up at ceiling. It is dry and leak-free.<br /><br />Me: "Any other ideas?"<br /><br />Lil Bro: "Check with Dad."<br /><br />Me (marching downstairs, hands on hips)<br /><br />Dad: "Yes?"<br /><br />Me: "Let's play a game. It's called, 'Guess What's In My Bathtub That Doesn't Belong There.' You go first."<br /><br />Dad: "Snow?"<br /><br />Me: "Ding ding ding! We have a winner! And now for the bonus round: WHY?!?!"<br /><br />Dad: "It was in the attic."<br /><br />Me: "Great. That's fantastic. But, it's no longer IN the attic. It's IN MY BATHTUB! And it's DIRTY!"<br /><br />Dad: "Indeed. I moved it from the attic. It's melting."<br /><br />Me: "And you didn't feel the need to put it in YOUR bathtub?"<br /><br />Dad (feigning shock): "Why, goodness, no! It's DIRTY!"Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-8218230279067122922009-03-03T15:12:00.002-05:002009-03-03T15:17:14.223-05:00"The Ghost"<p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">THE GHOST</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family:Arial;">by: Charles Baudelaire</span></i></b></p> <ul><ul><dl><dt><i><span style="font-size:85%;"><img src="http://www.poetry-archive.com/s_pic.gif" naturalsizeflag="3" width="18" align="bottom" border="0" height="26" /></span></i>OFTLY as brown-eyed Angels rove </dt><dt>I will return to thy alcove, </dt><dt>And glide upon the night to thee, </dt><dt>Treading the shadows silently. </dt><dt> <br /></dt><dt>And I will give to thee, my own, </dt><dt>Kisses as icy as the moon, </dt><dt>And the caresses of a snake </dt><dt>Cold gliding in the thorny brake. </dt><dt> <br /></dt><dt>And when returns the livid morn </dt><dt>Thou shalt find all my place forlorn </dt><dt>And chilly, till the falling night. </dt><dt> <br /></dt><dt>Others would rule by tenderness </dt><dt>Over thy life and youthfulness, </dt><dt>But I would conquer thee by fright! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></dt></dl></ul></ul><span style="font-style: italic;">[I've just stumbled across the <a href="http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/baudelaire_charles.html">works of Charles Baudelaire</a>. Naturally, like any Lemony Snicket fan, I was instantly intrigued by this poet's name and had to investigate. This is one of my favorites so far. Wow...I really love how this poem tiptoes back and forth across the line between "beautiful" and "haunting". It gives me goosebumps! The first line is probably my most favorite line of poetry EVER.]</span><br /><ul><ul><dl><dt><br /></dt></dl></ul></ul>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-36518911699084140242009-02-24T21:20:00.004-05:002009-03-03T17:38:59.552-05:00I just couldn't resistExcerpt from an IM conversation tonight....sorry, dear, but it was funny!<br /><br /><br />Friend: hi<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: hi!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br />Friend: r u home<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: No. Are you ready for this?!?!? I decided to take up residence on the moon today. Earth is just too darn polluted!</span><br /><br />Friend: oh<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: :)</span><br /><br />Friend: ur kidding right?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: Uh, NO!!!!!!!!!!! That's what's so crazy awesome about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was this new program at NASA for high school seniors to go experience life in space for three days! It's an environmental-awareness thing; about teaching us to appreciate all the things we do have on earth, etc....I'M SO PSYCHED THAT I GOT PICKED!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't want to tell anyone I applied in case I didn't get it...it was really competitive and all....but we flew down to the NASA headquarters here in Houston late last night...and "take-off" was this morning at 7am...and now here I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: Is this awesome or WHAT?!?!?</span><br /><br />Friend: ok...sure....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love ya, dear :) Thanks for putting up with me!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-55503784145734084532009-02-24T10:12:00.001-05:002009-02-24T21:24:31.781-05:00Ignorance, continuedHeh. I received this email a few days ago, forwarded from the friend of a friend, and I have to say, it cracked me up :) I know I sent it some of you, but just in case...it seems to fit my current rant quite nicely...<br /><br /><br /><span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 35, 163);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><blockquote>"Yesterday I was buying 2 large bags of Purina dog chow at Walmart, for my dogs Winston, Chief, Gus, and Maximus.<br /><br />I was about to check out when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think, that I had an elephant?<br /><br />Since I had little else to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I ended up in the hospital last time. On the bright side though, I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of every hole in my body and IVs in both arms. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally<br />complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was enthralled with my story by now.)<br /><br />Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food had poisoned me. I told her no; I had stopped in the middle of the parking lot to lick my butt and a car hit me.<br /><br />I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!<br /><br />WAL-MART won't let me shop there anymore."</blockquote></span></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-42727843947448870202009-02-23T21:56:00.007-05:002009-02-24T21:24:47.635-05:00Here's your sign...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2551349582_77758dc80f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2551349582_77758dc80f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />(Any of you who got the above reference to a very pathetic yet very funny country song...Kudos to you)<br /><br />Ok, in continuing the current rant of <a href="http://somnite.blogspot.com/">Somnite</a> (see below), I have my own two cents to add. Seriously, it's articles like this that make me shake my head an echo my great-grandmother: "What on EARTH is this crazy world coming to?!"<br /><h1 class="headline"><br /></h1><h1 class="headline"><br /></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;" class="headline"><span style="font-size:130%;">Fish pedicures banned by Florida Board of Cosmetology</span><br /></h1><p></p><blockquote><p>"Fish pedicures — the use of tiny, live carp to clean feet — have been made available in several Florida cosmetology salons in recent months.</p> <p>Now, Florida is banning the practice.</p> <p><a class="story_clink" href="http://www.bizjournals.com/tampabay/related_content.html?topic=The%20Florida%20Board%20of%20Cosmetology">The Florida Board of Cosmetology</a>, housed within the <a class="story_clink" href="http://www.bizjournals.com/tampabay/related_content.html?topic=Department%20of%20Business%20and%20Professional%20Regulation">Department of Business an</a><a class="story_clink" href="http://www.bizjournals.com/tampabay/related_content.html?topic=Department%20of%20Business%20and%20Professional%20Regulation">d Professional Regulation</a>, determined that fish pedicures are not permitted in salons because they violate two previously standing rules: one that prohibits animals or pets (excluding animals trained to assist the hearing impaired, visually impaired or the physically disabled) in salons and another that sets the standards for pedicure sanitation requirements."<br />[From the <a href="http://www.bizjournals.com/tampabay/stories/2009/02/23/daily8.html">Tampa Bay Business Journal</a>]<br /></p></blockquote><p><br /><br />SERIOUSLY, people!? What on EARTH possessed you to think that using tiny, live FISH to CLEAN your FEET would be a GOOD idea? (Sorry, went a little overboard on the capital letters there....)<br /><br />Maybe it's just me. But seeing as feet (mine or anyone else's) and contact with fish (alive or otherwise) are two of the things that SERIOUSLY GROSS ME OUT, the combination of the two is enough to cause extreme gagging. At the very least.</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thelifeofluxury.com/images/carp_fish_pedicure.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.thelifeofluxury.com/images/carp_fish_pedicure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p>Can anyone truly tell me that this looks like a desirable thing?!?!<br /><br />And how do you know that the fish are actually making your feet CLEANER?<br /><br />They swim around in their own poop, for Pete's sake.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com163tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-53983513107316860722009-02-23T21:49:00.005-05:002009-02-24T21:25:05.315-05:00These are also the people who decide that the place to have lengthy conversations is in the only doorway into a room.I totally stole that line ^ from <a href="http://somnite.blogspot.com/">Somnite</a>. He is currently discussing stupid/ignorant people. Like those mentioned above.<br /><br />And let me just say, I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE!<br /><br />Come ON, people!!! Is it that hard to move a few feet IN or a few feet OUT of the room in question?!?!!? ARGH!<br /><br />Or maybe it's just part of the Conspiracy to Make MMSG Late for Everything.<br /><br />*menacing glare directed towards all ignorant and non-ignorant door-blockers alike*Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-77979523834990283672009-02-23T16:52:00.005-05:002009-02-23T17:27:18.679-05:00Bad dayUgh. It's been one of <span style="font-style: italic;">those</span> days. You know the kind I mean, right? First of all, it's Monday. I was awakened much too early this morning by the phone. Naturally, it was a wrong number. I'm out of toothpaste. Even though I got up on time, I was VERY LATE in getting out of the house; the lateness carried over and permeated my entire day. I was stressed out at preschool, trying to do too many things at once and handle too much responsibility. I almost got hit <span style="font-style: italic;">three times</span> driving to the community college for an observation. I had to leave the observation, which I was truly interested in, early in order to get to class on time. I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT TO CLASS ON TIME, due to construction, two busses (sp?!?!) and two wrong turns. For the first time ever, I had the displeasure of walking in to classs and slinking into my front-row seat while the prof was talking. Nice job, MMSG. Urgh. Doors were locked when they shouldn't have been; I forgot my gloves; I didn't have time to eat anything until just NOW; I almost ran out of gas and spent way too much filling up the tank; computer repair guy was supposed to come fix my keyboard this afternoon and so far, he hasn't even bothered to show up; I have a test on Wednesday which I haven't studied for and I also have a paper due which I haven't even started....<br /><br />You get the picture. It's just been one of <span style="font-style: italic;">those</span> days. The days that make me hiss at people (yes. I'm totally serious here. Ask the Lil' Bro. He's been on the receiving end of an awful lot of hissing lately. Sorry, Lil Bro!). The days that make me want to throw things. The days that make want to crawl in bed with a long book and say "Heck with you, you big stinky world! I DON'T want to deal with you anymore!"<br /><br />Sidebar: Heh. As I'm sitting here griping, I'm reminded of a line from Notting Hill (*confession* This is currently one of my FAVORITE MOVIES EVER. Something about it...maybe it's Hugh Grant's [who plays William] adorable accent....just makes me go weak at the knees. I cry every time I watch it. Pathetic, I know...*sigh*)...<br /><br />Spike: You couldn't help me with an incredibly important decision, now, could you?<br />William: This isn't important in comparison to, say, the decision over whether or not we should cancel Third World countries' debt, now, is it?<br />.....<br />William (to Anna): Can't we just laugh about all this? I mean, seriously, in the hugh sweep of things, this is nothing! This stuff doesn't actually <span style="font-style: italic;">matter!</span><br />Spike (to Anna): What he's going to say next is that there are starving children in the Sudan.<br />William (to Anna): Well, there <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span>! And this is nothing compared to that!<br /><br />So yeah. I know. I know I know I KNOW!!! So maybe my problems <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> inconsequential, in the grand scheme of things. And I <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> that, gosh darn it! I really do!! I really DON'T want to be reminded of it again, thank you very much; I'd much rather wallow in my own self-pity and moan some more. Leave me alone, Hugh. *glares*<br /><br />And yet. Somehow, after He rolls his eyes and shakes His head, God always reaches down and touches my heart and helps me get myself back on track, and refocus my thoughts and attitude. Today He did so through a song, as He often seems to do with me when I'm in moods like this. And it wasn't a new song. It was a song I've heard a bazillion times in my life; a song that, admittedly, I sometimes grow tired of and change the station when it comes on, looking for something newer or more interesting. But today, it spoke to me in a way I didn't expect.<br /><br />It was <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doiiH2FkIO8&feature=related">"How Great is Our God"</a> (<-- sung here by Hillsong. This video gave me goosebumps!)<br /><br />It really just jolted me out of my I'd-really-like-to-pick-up-my-Statistics-textbook-and-chuck-it-at-this-nincompoop-who's-STILL-tailgating-me-cuz-maybe-THAT-would-get-him-off-my-butt thoughts and made me think.<br /><br />How great IS our God? How incredible is it that we have a God who loves us even when we're not loving Him, when we're not loving life, when we're not loving all the blessings He's given us? How amazing is it that our God will forgive us for our grumpy, selfish, textbook-throwing thoughts and welcome us back with open arms? How wonderful is it to know that even when I'm having a bad day, God is in control? How blessed are we to have a God <span style="font-style: italic;">this great</span>?!<br /><br />(Funny how on bad days, everyday knowledge often feels like stunning epiphanies [sp?]).Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-12258002181779981462009-02-21T12:09:00.002-05:002009-02-21T12:13:43.385-05:00Saturday morning, courtesy of Hoops and YoyoHow can you not love <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fg6pXiFiK88&feature=related">this video</a>?!?Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-74517050870617556352009-02-14T07:55:00.005-05:002009-02-14T08:02:09.563-05:00Happy Valentines Day!Quick Valentines-y thoughts, courtesy of Heartlight.com:<br /><br />The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are<br />loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of<br />ourselves.<br /><br /> -- Victor Hugo<br /><br /><br /><br />I thank my God every time I remember you.<br /><br />-- Philippians 1:3<br /><br /><br />Hope you all have a truly LOVEly Valentine's Day, spent with people you love, and remembering the greatest love of all:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. "</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-- John 3:16</span><br /><br /><br />[And, before you all get too excited...No. Unfortunately, the fact that I typed "Happy" above does not actually mean that my p key has been fixed. Quite the contrary, in fact; the keyboard was fixed incorrectly and now NONE of the keys on my laptop's keyboard work. *Sigh*. But, I currently have access to the family computer (which is typically hoarded by my dear Lil Bro), since Lil Bro is still asleep. Bwahahaha.]Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-35852898482266557012009-02-11T21:22:00.004-05:002009-02-11T21:27:59.018-05:00My very good excuseI actually have a fairly good reason for not _osting. My letter-that-comes-between-o-and-q key on my keyboard is broken. Actually, it WAS broken, now it's just GONE. For a few weeks, it was just loose, and therefore working s_oradically, if I whacked it hard enough. But my _sycho cat went and ri_ _ed the darn thing off com_letely, and now, no _'s. And I have to admit, it is driving me CRAAAAZY. More than it should, I'm sure. But I've kind of been avoiding any long emails/_osts/etc because, well, do you know how many words have the letter _ in them?!<br /><br />A lot. A whole lot.<br /><br />On the very bright side, though, my com_uter is still under warranty, so the lovely _eo_le at Dell covered the cost of a new keyboard. Thank you, lovely _eo_le at Dell. You've made me very ha_ _ y. Anyway, that should be here in a few days. Sweetness.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-84820711086311670322009-02-10T14:26:00.000-05:002009-02-10T14:27:24.558-05:00A Quote for Today<pre style="font-size: 9pt;"><tt><tt>"The opposite of bravery is not cowardice, but conformity."<br /><br /> -- Robert Anthony<br /><br /></tt></tt></pre>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-52915502576158351462009-02-08T16:47:00.003-05:002009-02-08T16:52:32.006-05:00The month so far...Heh. Now that you've all gotten used to the crazy-frequent posting of January...make way for February the crazy-busy! Sorry I've been so quiet lately. We're only a week into Feb and already I'm exhausted!<br /><br />Wednesday flew by in a whirl of classes, homework, and interviews. Thursday was the Big Birthday. It was, by far, the greatest birthday I've EVER had -- THANK YOU to all the awesome people who made it so marvelous! Details soon. Friday - Saturday I was gone at a sleepover and attending another bday party; today the cuz had a wrestling match which lasted for a mere 6 1/2 hours. Now, I've got a crazy load of homework that needs to be done by tomorrow night, and I'd better do it now, because I'll be gone all day tomorrow at a college visit/interview (*GULP* prayers needed. It could lead to a full-tuition scholarship. But no pressure or anything, right?!?!?) and then a meeting in the evening.<br /><br />Someday soon, I really WILL have time to think out a post. Pinky promise.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-76637405458759882342009-01-31T16:51:00.004-05:002009-01-31T17:08:58.661-05:00Letting my eyesSo...just when I was starting to think I had this whole where-should-I-go-to-college-in-the-fall thing figured out, WHAMO! God threw all this new information in to the mix and confused the daylights out of me.<br /><br />An acceptance letter I wasn't expecting came, which, to any normal student, would be awesome. And it is! But I had just been getting ready to cross that school off my list and narrow down the options. I thought maybe this was God's way of letting me know that particular school wasn't where he wanted me. Now I'm not so sure anymore.<br /><br />Similarly, a second school that I was getting ready to cross off of the list recently notified me that I *might* qualify for a full-tuition scholarship. Obviously, I would take a full-tuition scholarship as a pretty clear-cut sign from God that THAT is the school I should be at. Not what I expected at all -- suddenly this school is an option again. My list isn't getting narrowed down at all!<br /><br />Shall we add another loop? My first choice school; the place I really, truly want to go? I was so close to getting a full-tuition scholarship THERE, and I just found out I didn't quite make it. Which disappointed me more than I thought I would.<br /><br />So, in typical omniscient-Creator fashion, God has taken every plan I thought I had made and every factor I thought I count on, and turned them all upside down. He's giving me this huge chance to just throw up my hands and let him take control of this crazy journey....oh, but I'm having trouble relinquishing that control!<br /><br />I'm feeling very confused right now, and wondering just what kind of path is God leading me on, anyhow?<br /><br />And I found this email in my inbox:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Let your eyes look straight ahead, fix your gaze directly before</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">you. Make level paths for your feet and take only ways that are</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">firm."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Proverbs 4:25-26, New International Version</span><br /><br />Where are my eyes focused right now? Behind me. I've spent so much time lately worrying about what I did and didn't do in high school; was it enough, was it right, was it this or that. I've spent so much of this week worrying about scholarships and acceptances letters and all this other stuff. My eyes SHOULD be looking straight ahead; focused on God and watching where He's going.<br /><br />Only I keep getting distracted. The things behind me and around me are all vying for my attention, and it's so hard for me to fix my gaze <span style="font-style: italic;">straight ahead</span>!<br /><br />I need to remember to "take only ways that are firm." In other words, to look for and follow the path that GOD is drawing me to; not the path that I want. Sure; I really want this first-choice school. I want it so badly that I can't even explain it. And until this week, I thought God wanted me there, too. But maybe all this topsy-turvyness in the land of college is God's way of showing me that my path isn't the strong one, the firm one, the one that will hold up against all the pitfalls and temptations around this world. My path isn't that path.<br /><br />His is.<br /><br />All I need to do is fix my gaze on Him and follow where he leads.<br /><br />But oh, these distractions!!!!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891464879897848243.post-12498136791458641412009-01-30T20:31:00.000-05:002009-01-30T20:36:06.918-05:00The Thought Process: Math Homework<ul><li>I want to play Guitar Hero.</li><li>But I really need to do this math homework.</li><li>I will NOT play Guitar Hero until this math homework is done!</li><li>I really need a pencil.</li><li>*digs through backpack*</li><li>What IS this? Why is it sticky....? How long has that been there....?</li><li>Maybe I don't want to know.</li><li>Focus. Pencil.</li><li>*dig dig dig*</li><li>AHA! Found one! </li><li>Aw, man, it needs sharpening.</li><li>*look at desk, where there SHOULD be a pencil sharpener, but it is too piled with stuff to see the sharpener*</li><li>Hmm. It'll be easier to go sharpen it downstairs.</li><li>*go downstairs to den to sharpen pencil*</li><li>*have pointless convo with Lil Bro*</li><li>*go back upstairs to bedroom*</li><li>Hey, it's the cat! Hi, Grumpy girl!</li><li>*pause to pet cat*</li><li>*back to bedroom*</li><li>Oh, yeah. Calculator. I need my calculator!</li><li>Where IS my calculator, anyway?</li><li>*begin to search room for calculator*</li><li>Hmmm...it doesn't appear to be anywhere up here...I did just use it recently...</li><li>*snaps fingers*</li><li>It must be downstairs!</li><li>*back downstairs*</li><li>Oh, there it is! On the kitchen counter!</li><li>Hmmm, while I'm here, I might as well get a drink.</li><li>Chocolate milk would be good.</li><li>*makes chocolate milk*</li><li>*carries calculator & milk back up the stairs*</li><li>*sit down on bed*</li><li>*open math book*</li><li>Now, let's see...uh oh, I didn't write down which assignments I'm supposed to do.</li><li>I have to go online and check the assignment website.</li><li>*opens computer*</li><li>Oh, look! I have new emails!</li><li>Email from (college) about an interview? Better respond to that.</li><li>Oh...an email from Very Best Friend about directions for tomorrow...</li><li>That reminds me: I need to Google directions for tomorrow anyway. Better do it now so I won't forget.</li><li>*clicks "print" for directions*</li><li>I'd better go check and see if they printed</li><li>*goes downstairs in den to check for directions.*</li><li>Yay, they printed!</li><li>*back upstairs*</li><li>Ok. Math. Focus. I was checking the assignment.</li><li>*goes back to site*</li><li>*writes down assignment*</li><li>*IM pops up*</li><li>It's L! I haven't talked to her in ages!</li><li>*15 minute convo with L*</li><li>Ok. No more distractions. Math needs to get done.</li><li>Wow...it's amazing how many times I've been distracted.</li><li>That would make a good blog post, I think.</li><li>*writes blog post*</li><li>Wow, is that the time? I really better get moving on this homework...</li><li>*does three problems*</li><li>I'm really tired....</li><li>I have to get up early tomorrow....</li><li>Maybe I should go to sleep now....</li><li>I do have all weekend to do these problems...</li><li>They're not due til Monday....</li><li>That's plenty of time!</li><li>Yeah, I'll do 'em later.</li><li>*gets ready for bed*</li><li>Hmmm. But I'm not really tired.</li><li>Maybe I could play just one song on Guitar Hero.THEN I'll go to bed.</li><li>*plays Guitar Hero until much too late*</li><li>Ooops. </li><li>*yawn*</li><li>I really should have done that homework if I was going to stay up so late.</li><li>Oh, well.</li><li>There's always tomorrow.</li><li>Or the day after.</li></ul>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06682333925680189852noreply@blogger.com1