Using, I might add, the same template as fellow Bardian Emily Sauter, who has a lot of time and energy to write with, but not much to say.

Ahhh, my first bad review...of course this comes from Todd, and well...I mean, I can't blame him...he does write better than I do...and if my link button was working, i could show you...
Of course I don't use my Blog to show off my writing ability or use big words or anything like that. My blog is well, a technical journal...a town cryer announcing in the town square, "This is what Emily is saying...you may listen...or plug your ears."
I don't blame him for writing that...my writing style has been lacking in the months, having no inspiration to draw on, having no desire to actually think of writing creatively in the first place. It's not gone, i think...whereas it's hiding for me to find and it's pissing me off.

So Todd, what do you want me to say? How can I be as good as you??? Will I ever achieve your beautiful greatness?
I sure as hell hope not.

Happy Twin Day: Celebrating the sexiest twins in the America...

Tomorrow is Twin Day...something Jesse, Dave 1, and I have invented...because the name Patriot Day for September 11th is just "plane" (oh man, that was bad...I'm sorry) stupid...I mean, the only patriots on September 11th were the fucking terrorists that killed all the innocent people!!!
So We have named it twin day...in honor of the twin towers...and Jesse and I are dressing up like twins to honor the biggest and best twin there ever was!

Dave 3 gave me half his Adderall today at dinner...I'm actually kind of glad I took it, even though that's illegal...I think...but it really helped me (and is still helping me) get motivated into doing my school work...I'm way ahead of my courseload...so I can concentrate more on my papers instead.
I may sound like a dork...but I'm working so I can improve my grades...It's only been a week and I know so much about politics already, it's crazy...I was rambling to my composer friend jason about Social Darwinism and how it would be unconstitutional to go against the UN seeing that we fund most of it and all...I'm getting pretty savvy at the talk of politics...I can actually defend myself when I talk to Alex...except I added a 'whatever' in my debate and he got mad at me...but oh well...

I got my Copland CDs in the mail....5 CDs of Copland goodness...I'm melting with Copland glee! It's just great study music because it's so American, and since all my classes are American study classes...well...let me just say that I am really learning a lot about my country. We do a lot of shitty stuff...

Okay, I'm going to read and then I'm going to post up fencing posters for the fencing meeting this thrusday...
Philly is soon! HOORAH!!
Man, Copland's "Dream March" from the Red Pony is fantastic...
Bye Y'all...have a killer..i mean, great Twin Day!

There's too much to do and too little time to do it.

Oh Cliche but true!
My social life has consisted of reading alone in my room listening to the Amelie soundtrack...My only joy comes from a 15 minute break I allow myself to go to the bathroom and maybe talk online...I am very disciplined because I know it's the only way I can function...if i don't work, then i lose...if i do work, then i might be able to sleep at night.

There is a fly in our room that won't die. He is around and I would like to kill him. But he's just too crafty for me and porter. Oh sadness...
This weekend I go to Philly...I know this weekend I will lie awake and think: why did i leave? I have that paper on manifest destiny to write...I have that reading to do...I have to do this, i have to do that...
Slowly, I think i might have to go crazy. Emerson told me today in his "American Scholar" that to find genius, a man must find solitude...
I have found too much solitude. I know too much about American History...Dean Acheson, September 11th, FDR, Lizzie Borden, Child Labor laws, public opinion...it's all in my brain and I'm powerless to stop the surge of knowledge.

Learning is painful...
Tonight I'm cooking dinner...I find happiness in cooking...which makes me happy. It's a break from reading, a time to socialize and relax...I find it nice...
I want to watch TV but i can't get any channels...I want channels!!!
Next time you see me, make sure I'm breathing...for if I'm not, you can be sure that college has turned me into a robot.

Today was a day...it wasn't just a normal day but it was some semblance of a day!

I bought the Amelie sountrack...damn good..
I got a letter from Pete...he loves me!
I ate Japanese food...YAY
I did work..BOO!

Wow, I'm drugged from my allergy pill...GOODNIGHT!
hopefully tomorrow will be filled with starting my papers...oooh goody!

I am here on a thrusday night because usually thrusday night is the party night...but I have class so I have made it my learning night. I have read for the past two hours but I have now been disturbed by the glow of this frightful machine!
I have gotten some reading done, not much mind you...but some...hopefully I can finish chapter 17 of Nation of Nations tonight...that would be really nice. Reading Textbooks for fun is always something I took a lot of pride in, as you know...

I met a really hot guy today, Blair Culver...but knowing Bard, he's strange or likes guys or whines...hopefully I can gather up the courage in US lit class to say,
"Hey sexy pants...let's you and me read Emerson over dinner"

Only dreams, Emily...

Day 2 of my learning how to be a student again and not get killed.

Here's what I've been up to.
My reading so far is deathly...Emerson has too many meanings and it really makes interpretting his "nature" such a daunting task! I also have a lot of political science reading to do. My mind is slowly melting but I think it'll be okay. Maybe if i took some kind of sedative...a chill pill...

Wow, someone in this dorm is smoking up...it goes through the circulation...and you can get high if you stand over your vent. My room reeks of pot...and I don't smoke. It's ironic, don't you think?

I watched Amelie last night, what a great movie! I downloaded the soundtrack tonight while I was reading Emerson and I am just a happy kid listening to it. It's so French and cute...wow, I sound like a woman.

There was a thunderstorm when i went to sleep and I woke up five hours later and there was still a thunderstorm going on. I thought I hadn't slept at all and started to think that I was going crazy. Each clap of thunder was making me go crazy because it chimed that I was not sleeping. I go crazy sometimes.

Jesse and I are starting to cook more of our meals together...I made him hamburger helper tonight...with cheddar cheese sauce. We past the Burrito stand on our way to the supermarket...and that looked really good too. Food is my arch nemesis and I must destroy it!

I miss Pete...everything makes me think about him...hearing a trumpet, reading a book, listening to Ben Folds or hearing the theme from a summer place...stupid things that shouldn't make me think of Pete. I'm just lonely I think...and I hate being lonely. I need a stable shoulder to cry on. Alas, I think Pete will have to be the new Messiah.

I should get back to reading Debating Democracy, Acheson, We Now Know: Rethinking Cold War history, Major Problems in American Foreign Relations, Huck Finn, and The Selected Works of Emerson....YAY!

Here I am at the Kingdom of Bard!

Oh how I am lonely...it's nice to be back at school but I had forgotten how demonic Bard is...how rotten and awful it can be...all the debauchery and the decadence of drugs and alcohol...but that's society now isn't it? We thrive to destroy, don't we?

My room is very large with big windows...I really like it. I see myself hiding here, or hiding in my best friend's suite. My friends here are great though...I love them so much. I'm afraid though that I need a few more friends...I mean, i have Ross, Jeremy, Jesse, Dave 1, Porter, Peter, and "the rest" i could call them...I am happy here at Bardland, I just need to get into the swing of work work work! Hooray for work!

I'm so thirsty and my fridge is still freezin up...=( I need a snapple like it's my job!

Well here I am, a sophomore in love with a camper, my mind is a total blur, and my campy love for society is slowly floating down the toilet.

Question of the day (should be the century) How can i survive being a moral democrat who isn't religious but yet, there is no group that i can associate with that won't turn me into something else? Think about it.