I don't really have anything to say but that I really should be writing my paper on the presidency instead of sitting here writing...but oh well.

I really like my third cartoon and thanks to Monica, Tony, and Dave 1 for helping me come up with the idea.
Bienvenue a Montreal!

I went to the Green Onion today for the first time...It's actually really nice...I got some vitamin water, skim milk and a box of wheat thins for eight bucks. It's expensive but I have 131 Bard bucks to spare, so not to worry. I have a feeling that I'll be going there for a drink or a snack almost everyday...a healthy snack of course, because I'm watching what I eat. I was very impressed with it, for Bard...it's pretty good. The woman who runs it isn't like any other typical Bard worker who screams at you..."OH SO YOU WANT TO USE BARD BUCKS, EH?" or anything like LunchLady gym...she's just a kindly old woman who smiles and waves. Maybe Bard is finally learning not to hire psychos.

Well, off to fencing and weight training class...finally going to get out and shape up. I've been neglecting that for about...oh, ten years now.
Song of Fall: Everything in its right Place by Radiohead...I have NO idea why, but this song just makes me think about fall...it's weird...it reminds me of driving through the Bardland with a sweater on, feeling at ease with myself...
of course, that was Freshman year...oh remember freshman year? When Leon didn't hate me and men lined up at my door?
Yep, 2001...was a great year, except for twin day...twin day was a pimple on a perfect year.

The food that J and his roomy cooked tonight was amazing...Beef Curry and Schnitzl (spellin sucks) with rice and soda...I just was in heaven with the food!

I've decided (and I dont know why you care to know) That I'm going to go to West Point. It'll be good for me because the only reason i was scared of it in the first place was because of Alex and now that Alex is a dead and waning memory in my memory bank...I'm free to visit the Grey wonderland anytime I damn well please without the slightest bit of fear, although i shouldn't really go because my emisions sticker is still out of date...which I'll get yelled at again. And you know how i hate getting yelled at!
I signed up for an excercise class two times a week because I've been getting thick around the middle. I need to get in shape, it's important...If i don't, I'll be a fat lazy kid all my life and I'll hate it. So I'm going to start running and lifting and everything...I'm trying to make my life as positive as I can before it's too late and I'm the officer's wife who's strangled in a ditch off i-95.
My 2nd cartoon apparently made the aministration mad...something about underage drinking. This just confirms that Bard's aministation is shit in a box.

"It's all over the evening news...all about the fire in your life on the evening news..."

I forgot to mention that Dave 1's house was a nostalgia factory...Winnie the Pooh tapes, old Jetson movie glasses, Boy scout popcorn tins!

Porter hurt both her legs...so she was a good drunk hurt girl last night...she's a cutie

I'm getting more and more scared of my weight...I'm not a fat kid, but I'm just worried...it's been a while since some guy thought I was interesting and I'm getting paranoid. I think i have a social disease. And yes, this blog is funny I told you I had problems ha ha....

This is a blog and yet I'm afraid to write what I want to say in lieu that other people will make fun of me. I should not give a shit anymore. Oh wouldn't that be a treat, not caring what people think!!!

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