I'd just like to thank Kevin and Doreen O'Leary...for having such a nice big comfy bed, with lots of pillows...
I was a big fan...
THANKS AGAIN!
love,
Emily S. Sauter
Saturday, August 24, 2002
Friday, August 23, 2002
I woke up this morning refreshed and happy...no more sad Emily...no more depressed Emily...the only thing I am depressed about it is not being able to see Pete, or wake up to the sounds of rumaging 13 year old girls.
Yesterday Kevin and I were watching The Parent Trap and their first call was the exact same as NEMC's bugle first call....I was like, "Where's Pete?" "is it time for dinner already?" it's kinda sad actually...
Last night I realized that I'm growing up...I'm part excited and part scared as shit about it though. Growing up means a lot of things that I can't deal with. Growing up means that everything I have thought this summah is pretty much a big lie.
I came back into society with no one talking to me, feeling like the only person who actually cared was everyone's favorite friendless trumpeter Peter Alfred Schiller...
Boy was I wrong about that...
Yesterday Kevin and I were watching The Parent Trap and their first call was the exact same as NEMC's bugle first call....I was like, "Where's Pete?" "is it time for dinner already?" it's kinda sad actually...
Last night I realized that I'm growing up...I'm part excited and part scared as shit about it though. Growing up means a lot of things that I can't deal with. Growing up means that everything I have thought this summah is pretty much a big lie.
I came back into society with no one talking to me, feeling like the only person who actually cared was everyone's favorite friendless trumpeter Peter Alfred Schiller...
Boy was I wrong about that...
Thursday, August 22, 2002
So I'm back...
I was thinking about how nice it is to have my house back...my own room, no kids running around...no drama rec to teach, no curfew...no skunks...it's a paradise here and i think the best thing is that camp has taught me that I should be happy with all i have, cuz shit, i have too much...
So here it is at 12:24 and I'm staring at the picture of Pete crying at the breakfast table...he's forcing this pathetic smile...waving his hand in the air, wearing his "Dont tread on me" flag shirt...he looks so sad it almost made me cry in the parking lot of CVS.
I'm lonely here at home...Kevin is trying to make me feel better and its working a little...i came back to society and everything in Darien had changed...all my friends had changed and it was weird. i found out about everyone in such a short time...
I'm so lost...
I think it's time to write Pete...
It's good to be back in whitebred USA
I was thinking about how nice it is to have my house back...my own room, no kids running around...no drama rec to teach, no curfew...no skunks...it's a paradise here and i think the best thing is that camp has taught me that I should be happy with all i have, cuz shit, i have too much...
So here it is at 12:24 and I'm staring at the picture of Pete crying at the breakfast table...he's forcing this pathetic smile...waving his hand in the air, wearing his "Dont tread on me" flag shirt...he looks so sad it almost made me cry in the parking lot of CVS.
I'm lonely here at home...Kevin is trying to make me feel better and its working a little...i came back to society and everything in Darien had changed...all my friends had changed and it was weird. i found out about everyone in such a short time...
I'm so lost...
I think it's time to write Pete...
It's good to be back in whitebred USA
Tuesday, August 20, 2002
sauter's back and with much to say....
I'm going to publish on this my "Self Analysis: Answers to the Hardest Questions" on the blog so you can all know that I went crazy at camp...
I'll give you the gist in a few sentences...my co counselors were uptight, they told me i was a super camper, I got to be a housewife, blah blah blah...now I'm in a tangled relationship with a 16 year old friendless trumpeter named Pete...(he's the problem of my self analysis) so needless to say, my summer was completely awesome...
talk to me for further details
I have missed all of you and now, SHE'S BACK!
I'm going to publish on this my "Self Analysis: Answers to the Hardest Questions" on the blog so you can all know that I went crazy at camp...
I'll give you the gist in a few sentences...my co counselors were uptight, they told me i was a super camper, I got to be a housewife, blah blah blah...now I'm in a tangled relationship with a 16 year old friendless trumpeter named Pete...(he's the problem of my self analysis) so needless to say, my summer was completely awesome...
talk to me for further details
I have missed all of you and now, SHE'S BACK!
Saturday, June 15, 2002
Today (essentially) I leave for Boston and then for Maine...for nine weeks...
My address there till the 20th of august
Emily Sauter
New England Music Camp
8 Goldenrod Lane
Sidney, ME 04330
Feel free to write...
Tonight I had a small get together of all my friends and we watched "full metal jacket" What a sweet movie that is.
I had a dream two nights ago where the war on terror had pissed off everything and everyone in the world and now they were against America...i was hiding in my basement, watching the war...they had overtaken everything...everyday was like september 11th...they were searching for me because they knew i was helping America with intelligence (I dont know why i had intelligence) they found me...shot at my knees, and eventually killed me. I awoke and was thankful...I dont want to be the victim of war...that would be bad...
I'm going to read "The Black Veil"
Thank the good Lord its not about the military
My address there till the 20th of august
Emily Sauter
New England Music Camp
8 Goldenrod Lane
Sidney, ME 04330
Feel free to write...
Tonight I had a small get together of all my friends and we watched "full metal jacket" What a sweet movie that is.
I had a dream two nights ago where the war on terror had pissed off everything and everyone in the world and now they were against America...i was hiding in my basement, watching the war...they had overtaken everything...everyday was like september 11th...they were searching for me because they knew i was helping America with intelligence (I dont know why i had intelligence) they found me...shot at my knees, and eventually killed me. I awoke and was thankful...I dont want to be the victim of war...that would be bad...
I'm going to read "The Black Veil"
Thank the good Lord its not about the military
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Today my Dad's friend from my early childhood came into the pharmacy and I waited on him and he was a real jerk to me...
This got me thinking...how could my father be friends with jerks? I mean, i can't really ask him and all...considering he's floating in the ocean somewhere...but why would my dad be friends with jerks? It's true...I don't know much about my father...he seems like a tale to me...but I never thought he could be friends with jerks. But apparently he was...and it made me really sad.
My mom took me to the yacht club...whitebred and rich people surrounded me...I had never noticed how white it is there...that also made me sad...
Right now I am sad...can you tell?
Soon, NEMC...and then everything can be good...maybe....
thought of the day...ehhh...there isn't a thought
This got me thinking...how could my father be friends with jerks? I mean, i can't really ask him and all...considering he's floating in the ocean somewhere...but why would my dad be friends with jerks? It's true...I don't know much about my father...he seems like a tale to me...but I never thought he could be friends with jerks. But apparently he was...and it made me really sad.
My mom took me to the yacht club...whitebred and rich people surrounded me...I had never noticed how white it is there...that also made me sad...
Right now I am sad...can you tell?
Soon, NEMC...and then everything can be good...maybe....
thought of the day...ehhh...there isn't a thought
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