Back after Drag Race...I opened the bathroom door, there's a hole in our wall...okay that's fine, I'll have to pay for that...and then I open my room door...and there's Porter's shit all over my bed, her camera is open, my pillow is on her bed...and there's a note from Luke on the door. I'm just shaking my head on this one.

I'm glad I didn't go. I had a boatload of fun in a small New England town making breakfast with Trefor, Tali and Dave 1. We carved pumpkins, watched Rocky and Bullwinkle...and it was just a really awesome time. This pumpkin festival in Keene, NH is no child's fest my good friends...18000 pumpkins, ALL LIT UP in the streets of a cute New England Town, complete with Fireworks. I saw New England at its finest.
Dave 1 lives at the top of a hill called "Weathertop" in a cute cottage with one hell of a view. We drove to Marlow and all of a sudden, something appeared...that's right, there was SNOW ON THE GROUND! While we slept the first night, another 3 inches fell, making the woods into a winter wonderland. We made ourselves eggs and bacon and tea...
I'm sure Drag Race was good, with all its drinking and sex...but isn't it better finding out what America is about than letting some guy who's probably gay grope you.
Maybe I'm just Old Fashioned...

The thing i loved about Keene North's bathroom situation was there were four bathrooms the floor could fuck up...now there's only one bathroom
and there are always stoners fucking it up!

I hate that...

I had something to say but I forgot it....damn!

Well anyway, life for Emily has been improving slow and steady. School work is demanding but stable...papers have been decent...life could be better, a lot better...but I shouldn't complain.
I bought a new watch today...ummm it's pretty...yeah...I'm going to a pumpkin festival...ummm...what do you...ummm...think about that? huh?
Umm...I should read...wow, what a crappy entry!

"Where have all the parsnips gone?"

This is what happens when Emily is bored:


The Colloquial dreamboat
I’ve been reading Hemingway now for a while. I’m onto one of the Nick Adams stories; the one where the Indian husband cuts his throat open. Hemingway has a way of making his characters seem so one dimensional but also three dimensional at the same time. How he did that, I guess through experience. Experience makes the literal world go round so the Fates tell me. They tell me to tell the story of my life.
“But…my life is a Hemingway story…a one dimensional cubicle in an endless 9-5 job you hate. It’s claptrap; it’s a movie with an edge that no one gets. It’s a dark comedy that’s not funny.”
Destiny is one thing I don’t believe in. I’m not destined for great things if I explain my life to a screen. It’s not the way life works. Maybe for the lucky ones, but certainly not for me and certainly not ever.
So Hemingway, with your Biblical type story telling, I guess I should emulate your parables. After all, your life was war and big game shooting. And my life is of the Unknown Soldier.
It’s the simple “Johnny goes to Stockholm” kind of story. We find a man we hate and fall in love with him.
Johnny goes to Stockholm
Waste your cares away in Stockholm!
Revenge, murder, and decadence…we see it here in Stockholm!
You!
American boy!
Don’t be shy…step up to bat here in blissful Stockholm!
We are Stockholm!
I have a feeling you’ll be staying here for a long time.
Johnny gets revenge
American boy in big city seeks fortune.
But not in Stockholm…the city of dreams
But in America…the militaristic ballistic land of opportunity
Shoulder a rifle American boy
And destroy Stockholm!
One shot through the head is the American cure,
It’s what we Americans do best.
And you American boy…
You’re the best of the best

This weekend was amazing...

The weekend was complete when I turned on the TV and Rookie of the Year AND Angels in the Outfield were on at the SAME TIME! Talk about your ultimate good luck!
But the real treat was seeing Jon Stewart at the Beacon Theater last night. He actually made fun of my town.
Here was the joke:
"White kids always try to pretend they're black. 'What up? This shit is dope man!' And they have no environmental background to talk like this! I mean, come on! You're from Darien! Talking like that is about as natural as talking like a pirate. 'Hey how was the party last night?' "Arrrrrrr!'" - Jon Stewart
I feel so proud to part of my town.
I just finished my 2nd collage on American life. It's called "Life Goes On" after the ending statement of a Time magazine i was dismantling. It's just a lot of pictures of Dubya being an ass and a lot of pictures of the evil military forces. Im thinking of taking a few pictures of it and putting it on my website...it's pretty cool.
Well, i have to paper to write...and a lasagna to bake...and a house to clean...and a life to organize!

I'm in my safe realm of home...it's good to have a safe zone...

Tonight I dont think i can really do anything with anyone...I have work to do. And I'm wrestling with what I should have for dinner...Life should be good when all you're worried about is what you're going to have for dinner. I think i might pop over to the grocery store to buy an individual boboli pizza. That sounds pretty sweet about now.
Sean has a girlfriend and I'm proud of him. He's been waiting so long for anything to happen and now it is. And bravo Sean, may your sexual adventures be exciting and stimulating.
As for me, the entire male gender is on my shitlist at least till i meet one that doesn't stash drunk pictures of me on his computer or doesn't value the Civil War more than me.
I'm thinking this could be a while...

Enough about Alex...like I said, I'm never talking to him so alas, I hope to not bore you with talking about him anymore...
So on to the next asshole!

I was reading through my saved email...and I have a folder of John's emails...It's pretty pathetic we dont talk anymore, considering he always told me he loved me and all, but I guess I have to understand where he's coming from...or not. John was prone to take advantage of me too...though it took me three years to see that and he didn't take any pictures. John's almost as bad as Alex because he strung me along...I always trusted him (why i dont know) but I did, and now it seems his early decision to Yale is center stage or his younger women, or whatever tickles his fancy. But Emily has gone out of his mind I guess...and so be it. I cannot change his ways, and would I want to? No...
Alas another confidante drowned...

I have also decided not to go to drag race this year for reasons stated below. I don't think i can trust myself enough this year to go to a room full of debauchery. So, I'm going to a pumpkin festival instead. To be honest, I would rather go to the pumpkin festival anyway. So I bid all drag racers a fond and fun drag race without me...I'm sure not to be missed.