God this stupid Eminem song is so addicting...i cant stop listening!
Today I saw my Big Fat Greek Wedding and it was good...just what i needed.
I need to be creative because I'm not being creative...I just have all this leftover hostility from nothing.
Today was my last day of a whole day of freedom before spending all my days at the pharmacy making loads of cashola! 300 bucks will soon be mine soon!
Enough of writing...I'm moody!
Today was "family wash cars" day at the sauter house...the sauter women washed their cars...
Monday, August 26, 2002
Saturday, August 24, 2002
Song of the Day: "Gun Song" from Assassins...what a good song! It was a theme today...August 24th is GUN DAY! So happy gun day...
This weekend was the weekend of the worst places in the world...I never thought I would see both those places in one weekend...
Friday I went to the gyno...and my doctor has the same name...Dr. Sauter...it's very scary to have her put metal stuff in my "you know"
What an awful place....on God's green Earth, why would you want to do that? Even for all that money???
And then I went to West point for the first time in 10 months...having a guy in BDU's calling me ma'am...telling me to check my emissions sticker because it's been out of date for seven months...with their M-16s...
Speaking of 16, that's how many guns Alex has...sixteen guns...
Seeing Alex again was strange...not the best day of my life...but i think it was good that we said everything we needed to. I got all my johnny bitching over with...God I hate Johnny so much...I'd love to push him out of a window, save the world from a fucking psychopath...
Alex told me he got a letter from Johnny in Cali. "Dear Alex, Don't be mad about January...but you shouldn't date nerdy chicks..."
He ruined it for the rest of them...all men interested in me, I'm not going to be interesting in them because of you, you asshole...you psychologically ruined my life...
and I hate you so much...so much that I would love to...
Calm down Emily...
Another day without a letter from blissful Pete...I miss him a lot and wish he would write me but alas...no letter...I hope he's not pulling a Johnny Garrison on me too...that would be BAD...
Wow, I didn't know I was in such a shitty mood...oh well...I think i need a break from the military...or I need to punch a wall...
"In the USA...you can make your way, to the head of the line...BANG...to the head of the line"
This weekend was the weekend of the worst places in the world...I never thought I would see both those places in one weekend...
Friday I went to the gyno...and my doctor has the same name...Dr. Sauter...it's very scary to have her put metal stuff in my "you know"
What an awful place....on God's green Earth, why would you want to do that? Even for all that money???
And then I went to West point for the first time in 10 months...having a guy in BDU's calling me ma'am...telling me to check my emissions sticker because it's been out of date for seven months...with their M-16s...
Speaking of 16, that's how many guns Alex has...sixteen guns...
Seeing Alex again was strange...not the best day of my life...but i think it was good that we said everything we needed to. I got all my johnny bitching over with...God I hate Johnny so much...I'd love to push him out of a window, save the world from a fucking psychopath...
Alex told me he got a letter from Johnny in Cali. "Dear Alex, Don't be mad about January...but you shouldn't date nerdy chicks..."
He ruined it for the rest of them...all men interested in me, I'm not going to be interesting in them because of you, you asshole...you psychologically ruined my life...
and I hate you so much...so much that I would love to...
Calm down Emily...
Another day without a letter from blissful Pete...I miss him a lot and wish he would write me but alas...no letter...I hope he's not pulling a Johnny Garrison on me too...that would be BAD...
Wow, I didn't know I was in such a shitty mood...oh well...I think i need a break from the military...or I need to punch a wall...
"In the USA...you can make your way, to the head of the line...BANG...to the head of the line"
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!
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