tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168762812008-08-14T18:14:39.252-06:00sweetheart, bitterheartnow I can tell you apartEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-55090492515622498062008-08-12T00:40:00.001-06:002008-08-12T00:40:37.804-06:00Why I Am In Missouri:<a href="http://www.johnkelliott.blogspot.com/">http://www.johnkelliott.blogspot.com/</a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-16844766142393220422008-08-05T03:52:00.005-06:002008-08-05T05:53:10.612-06:00Silly Survey<span style="font-size:100%;"><span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Your name:</span><br />Emily<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Sometimes people call you:</span><br /></span>Emms, Emmzo, Em, E, Emily Marie! (which is not my middle name, FYI), Sham-Sham, Donkeypuncher<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You have been making the world more amazing since:</span><br />1985.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You made your debut in:</span><br />Boulder, Colorado<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You are the oldest/youngest/or middle sibling:</span><br />Middle-ish. Two older-- one by seven years, the other by seventeen years-- and one two-and-a-half years younger.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Your favorite type of music:</span><br />I don't know anymore. How about rock/pop/punk/reggae/blues/electronic/indie/r&amp;b/classical/vocal/hip-hop?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You sleep with this many pillows:</span><br />Seven. No joke. Two body pillows, a feather pillow, a standard pillow, a latex foam pillow, and two throw pillows that I made to match the curtains I sewed.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">What you have the most of in your bedroom:</span><br />Probably clothes. I have lots of clothes, and they are quite noticeable right now, as most of them are in a giant heap on my second bed. Now, if the question was asking what takes up the most area in my room, I would say beds.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You have this many piercings:</span><br />I'm never sure if having your ears pierced counts as one piercing, or two. So, I have two if we go with the first option, or three if we go with the latter.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You have this many tattoos:</span><br />Zero.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">This is your blog, how many people do you think read it:</span><br />Not many, but according to my stat counter, 28 in the last seven days. Impressive, since I haven't posted anything new in almost a month. Also, my stat counter says that someone in Louisiana comes here a lot. I don't know anyone in Louisiana. Who are you?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Something about your neighbor across the street:</span><br />I don't have a neighbor across the street. Instead I have a parking lot outside my bedroom window, and a river beyond the parking lot, and a busy street beyond the river. I do have upstairs neighbors who are quite noisy late at night. Good thing I don't usually sleep at night, so I don't get mad... I just steal their wireless instead.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Name an item you've kept since you were young:</span><br />I still have my blankie that my mom quilted for me before I was born. It stays on my bed at her house, though, so I don't know if that counts. On the shelf above my bed is the conch shell my grandma gave me when I was three.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You get your money from:</span><br />Well, I used to have a job, and I got my money that way, but then I went to Colorado for a while and got paid some money to be there. Now I think I am going back to Colorado to get some more money.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Your natural hair color is:</span><br />I'm not sure. I like it the way it is now, </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body">but I'll have to go back to my AMAZING hairstylist in Littleton to get it done again next month. That lady is a genius!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Name the bands you have band tees for:</span><br />Third Eye Blind (3), Jimmy Eat World (3), The Format (3), John Mayer, All-American Rejects, Shiny Toy Guns, U2, O.A.R., *NSYNC<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Your nails are painted:</span><br />Fingernails? Never. Toes? Always.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">How many pairs of sweatpants do you own?</span><br />Way too many to count. If I could get away with living in lounge wear, I would.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Have you ever had sex in a public place?</span><br />Oh, the joys of young lust.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">You're on a beach... what do you draw in the sand?</span><br /></span>My name in cursive.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Exes... friends or foes?</span><br />I'm not a huge fan of the dude, but who cares.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?</span><br />I enjoy sleeping alone and I feel sorry for the next person to fall asleep with me... I've been told that I have sharp elbows. Also, I will kick you.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">What was the weather like on your birthday?</span><br />On the actual day of my birth? I hear it was snowy that day. This year? Sunny.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">What time is it, and why are you not doing something more productive with your time?</span><br /></span>5:41 am, and I can't sleep.<br /></span></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-58623800284997305902008-07-07T23:31:00.000-06:002008-07-08T00:19:19.040-06:00i have better things to do than blog when i'm not in utahI have been awful at updating since I've been on vacation, I know. I think it keeps the suspense up... leaves you all wondering what kinds of shennanigans I am getting myself into now. Well, I thought I'd slip a little picture post in here so you all don't die in anticipation.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMEwm3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0ZcImN-Bdj8/s1600-h/Summer+2008+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMEwm3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0ZcImN-Bdj8/s400/Summer+2008+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220521626165088194" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Addie</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> is getting so <span style="font-size:180%;">b</span><span style="font-size:180%;">i</span><span style="font-size:180%;">g</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMFNqnMT7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3GXa9TXzQyg/s1600-h/Summer+2008+097.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMFNqnMT7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3GXa9TXzQyg/s400/Summer+2008+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220522125387648946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Megan and I in the '<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >limo</span>' at the beginning<br /> of the best</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >July 4th</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">EVER</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMF42H-iFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vprZvhOavCI/s1600-h/Summer+2008+127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMF42H-iFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vprZvhOavCI/s400/Summer+2008+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220522867212322898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> My favorite <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >*<span style="font-size:85%;">*</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">s</span>p<span style="font-weight: bold;">a</span>r<span style="font-weight: bold;">k</span>l<span style="font-weight: bold;">y</span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;">*<span style="font-size:85%;">*</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> fireworks </span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> peeking out from behind a tree.</span></span><br /></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-24432076837292489562008-06-20T06:58:00.001-06:002008-08-05T05:43:24.541-06:00sleep~wakeToday I am going to see another sleep center. This time I get to talk to a specialist, who is also a neurologist. I'm sort of excited this time, because now I am at the point where I just want to know what is wrong.... if there *is* anything wrong.<br /><br />Except for a 2 hour nap yesterday afternoon, I have been awake for 36 hours. What am I?Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-31245740868800747662008-06-18T22:42:00.000-06:002008-06-18T22:54:17.950-06:00now what?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFnmS8KqI5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2zMFhAaPXa0/s1600-h/sheneededaplan5147.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFnmS8KqI5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2zMFhAaPXa0/s400/sheneededaplan5147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213451256720925586" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-50791441433825626752008-06-17T03:55:00.000-06:002008-06-17T04:16:38.397-06:00the seventeenth<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" >today</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> i will do something i have never done before.<br />it </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" >will be</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> a grand adventure.<br />i am </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >new</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. watch me be.</span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-77303555095998378242008-06-14T01:52:00.000-06:002008-06-14T02:53:06.821-06:00viva la monkeyOnce every year or so, I buy myself a new duvet cover for my down comforter. Well, a few weeks ago, I took the jersey knit cover off because it finally got too warm. That left me with the pink floral number that I bought on ebay three years ago:<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOAVrg7WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTWzXqRpF3M/s1600-h/SL380081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOAVrg7WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTWzXqRpF3M/s320/SL380081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211650303744236242" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Yes... it's from <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Pottery Barn</span>... <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Teen</span></span>.<br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">I'd been looking a lot at Ikea, but for some weird reason, the stuff there wasn't really tickling my fancy. It all seemed too <span style="font-style: italic;">grown up</span> or something. I know what you're thinking... anything seems grown up compared to <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> up there. I know... but I was still hoping to find something a step above the bubblegum pink flowers and serious stripes and solids. Want to know what I found? This:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOGVwYuaMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L_GbMaJVbQA/s1600-h/51VPo39VriL._SS384_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOGVwYuaMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L_GbMaJVbQA/s320/51VPo39VriL._SS384_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656902121777346" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">If you look real hard you can see... </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">monkeys!!!</span><br /></div></div><br />I googled "monkey duvet". Not kidding. It's from target.com, and I believe you can also find it in stores. It was shipped out today, and I am obsessively checking the package tracker on UPS. I like that the design is one big picture, rather than a repeating pattern. Plus, who doesn't like an adorable monkey now and then?<br /><br />I have come to the conclusion that someday I might have a husband, and we might have to do some compromising in the bedding department. For now, though, I shall live it up!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"></span></div></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-30370047254559531132008-06-09T22:23:00.000-06:002008-06-14T02:54:31.405-06:00Summer Wardrobe<a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"><img style="width: 546px; height: 467px;" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/060408/summer-wardrobe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/">nataliedee.com</a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-73324453309699252342008-06-02T04:16:00.000-06:002008-06-14T03:00:55.029-06:00ten things I want to do before I'm thirty<ol><li>Own an orchid plant for at least a year without killing it</li><li>Buy an amazing mattress</li><li>Run a marathon</li><li>Travel through Europe</li><li>Wake up with the sun</li><li>Swim in the Caribbean Sea</li><li>Be somebody's boss<br /></li><li>Own a home</li><li>Sell something I have created</li><li>Learn to play an instrument<br /></li></ol>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-11882965407234804682008-06-02T04:08:00.000-06:002008-06-02T04:11:33.917-06:00Daisy Belle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEPGxwyuOUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4CTAHq2H9q8/s1600-h/Random+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEPGxwyuOUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4CTAHq2H9q8/s400/Random+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207224152383961410" border="0" /></a>This is Daisy Belle. I adopted her on my birthday. She lives at my mom's house, because I live in an apartment. She sleeps in my bed when I am not there. She is overweight... a pure flabrador retriever. We are friends.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-41004596772567713842008-06-01T16:35:00.000-06:002008-06-02T04:13:55.209-06:00Procrastinating... Again<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >ALL HAIL THE HEARTBREAKER</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The Spill Canvas</span><br /><br /><br />i had the notion that you'd make me change my ways<br />And the bad habits would be gone in a matter of days<br />i had the feeling that <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" >you'd open up my eyes</span><br />to a whole new world that had since been in disguise<br /><br />but that day will most likely never come for me<br />and <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" >it's just my luck</span> to end up <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" >getting stuck</span><br />to everything you are<br /><br />so tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures<br />and overanalyze your words<br />the truth is that I've never <span style="font-size:130%;">fallen</span> so <span style="font-size:130%;">hard</span><br />it's taken everything in me<br />just to forget your sweater so far<br /><br />i had the notion that you'd make me forget the world<br />but <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">your undecisive mind</span> shows me that<br />you are "just another girl"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">i had the feeling that those <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">looks</span> you gave me</span> were real</span><br />what if i ripped your heart apart at the seams<br />maybe then you'd know how I feel<br /><br />but that day will most likely never come for me<br />and it's just my luck to end up getting <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">stuck </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">to everything you are </span><br /><br />so tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures<br />and overanalyze your words<br />the truth is that I've never fallen so hard<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">it's taken everything in me </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">just to forget your sweater so far</span><br /><br />i can honestly say<br />that i never, ever, ever felt this way<br />your lips, your eyelashes, your skin<br />these are the parts of your body<br />that cause my comatose to begin<br /><br />i can honestly say<br />that<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">i</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" >never</span>, ever, ever <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >felt this way</span><br />your lips, your eyelashes, your skin<br />these are the parts of your body<br />that cause my comatose to begin<br /><br />i will sleep another day<br />i don't really need to anyway<br />what's the point when my dreams are infected<br />with words you used to say<br />i will breathe in a moment<br />as long as i keep my distance<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">i wouldn't want to go messing anything up </span></span><br /><br />so don't go worrying about me<br />it's not like i think about you constantly<br />so maybe i do, but that shouldn't affect<br />your life anymore<br />i knew it the moment you walked into the door<br /><br />so don't go worrying about me<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">it's </span>not <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">like i think about you</span></span> constantly<br />so maybe i do, but that shouldn't affect<br />your life anymore<br />i knew it the moment you walked into the door<br /><br />i'll let you get the best of me<br />because there's nothing else that i do well<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" >i'll let you get the best of me<br />because there's nothing else that i do well</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span><br /><br />i'll be the giver and you'll be the taker<br />i guess that's how this one's gonna go<br />i'll be the giver and you'll be the taker<br />you've got me down on my knees and i proclaim<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >all hail the heartbreaker<br /><br /><br /></span>----------------<br />Now playing: <a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+spill+canvas/track/all+hail+the+heartbreaker" title="'The Spill Canvas - All Hail The Heartbreaker' - open on FoxyTunes Planet">The Spill Canvas - All Hail The Heartbreaker</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;">via <a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips">FoxyTunes</a></span> <br /><br /></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-83603571398869707262008-05-30T11:01:00.000-06:002008-05-30T11:02:31.181-06:00Life Instructions<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEAy6IBbd6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4W7q11idPLA/s1600-h/Making_Happy-20070614-112205.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206217143407572898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEAy6IBbd6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4W7q11idPLA/s400/Making_Happy-20070614-112205.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sara sent this to me. I don't know where she found it, but I like it, and thought I'd share.</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-72946405378664766552008-05-22T13:47:00.000-06:002008-06-14T02:55:02.411-06:00Freaked OutTonight I am going in for a sleep study. My doctors and I cannot figure out what is wrong with me, so they prescribed for me to go to a sleep clinic. I guess they will hook me up to machines and video and audio record me.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-1185554932012839732008-05-21T20:13:00.000-06:002008-05-28T01:43:52.680-06:00I Hate:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Mi4Bbd3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/38psXo_cnvs/s1600-h/pillows.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Mi4Bbd3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/38psXo_cnvs/s200/pillows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205330537603626866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Waking up<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0M6IBbd4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JbCtXfwZIbc/s1600-h/300-WEL108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0M6IBbd4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JbCtXfwZIbc/s200/300-WEL108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205330937035585410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />People who hurt animals on purpose<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0L8IBbd2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HTFc9etjBoY/s1600-h/100_0041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0L8IBbd2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HTFc9etjBoY/s200/100_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205329871883695970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wearing shoes<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JPYBbdzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Nuic3mRfMA/s1600-h/800px-PC_Load_Letter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JPYBbdzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Nuic3mRfMA/s200/800px-PC_Load_Letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326904061294386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Paper Jams<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0I64BbdxI/AAAAAAAAADo/L4vVBKSPa2A/s1600-h/pumping_gas_big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0I64BbdxI/AAAAAAAAADo/L4vVBKSPa2A/s200/pumping_gas_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326551873976082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Buying gas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jwz.org/images/love_your_job.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.jwz.org/images/love_your_job.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Slow Computers<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IX4BbdvI/AAAAAAAAADY/kFzX5YH7uh8/s1600-h/shaving.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IX4BbdvI/AAAAAAAAADY/kFzX5YH7uh8/s200/shaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205325950578554610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shaving<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JDYBbdyI/AAAAAAAAADw/VdTXlwS-ssM/s1600-h/wesuck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JDYBbdyI/AAAAAAAAADw/VdTXlwS-ssM/s200/wesuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326697902864162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Utah drivers<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IvIBbdwI/AAAAAAAAADg/Tvn2rn5JWjM/s1600-h/Nickelback%2Bsucks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IvIBbdwI/AAAAAAAAADg/Tvn2rn5JWjM/s200/Nickelback%2Bsucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326350010513154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nickelback/Hinder/Daughtry<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Jc4Bbd0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KBsgkIfDTpM/s1600-h/1123-NotWithStupid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Jc4Bbd0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KBsgkIfDTpM/s200/1123-NotWithStupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205327135989528386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cheaters<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0KG4Bbd1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/bse_x9AuBPM/s1600-h/jadegoody1BIg2908_468x596.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0KG4Bbd1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/bse_x9AuBPM/s200/jadegoody1BIg2908_468x596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205327857544034130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clothes that don't fitEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-4383387626911408032008-05-07T17:38:00.000-06:002008-06-02T04:12:59.299-06:00Say Whatever You want...<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I realized that I never wrote about my last concert experience. I saw Jimmy Eat World in Orem last month. They were amazing, as usual. I will post pictures later tonight, but here is one of my favorite songs right now. It's from their latest album, "Chase This Light". I love this song right now for good reasons.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><center><b>"Let It Happen"</b><br /><br />I have a ringing in my head<br />And no one to help me answer it<br />Even with you close enough to kiss.<br /><br />Every minute is arranged<br />Every moment lasts a day<br />But thinking about it can't help me let go, I know.<br /><br />Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk<br />Gotta love how it's somehow all on me<br />All the petty scenes<br />And all the pretty things<br /><b>Say whatever you want<br />'Cause I can laugh it off.</b><br />I can laugh it off.<br /><br />I must look like I'm running away<br />To you at your faster pace<br />I wonder what it is you could have seen, in me.<br /><br />I'm the evil one who said.<br />Gonna let everything just happen<br />Just like my chest, my ears are proud<br />The collision is such an ugly sound.<br /><br />I can hear you now<br />Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk<br />Gotta love how it's somehow all on me<br />All the petty scenes<br />And all the pretty things<br />Say whatever you want<br />'Cause I can laugh it off.<br />Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk<br />Gotta love how it's somehow all on me<br />And all the placings<br />And all the pretty things<br />Say whatever you want<br />'Cause I can laugh it off.<br />I can laugh it off.<br /><br />I can hear you now<br />Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk<br />Gotta love how it's somehow all on me<br />All the petty scenes<br />And all the pretty things<br />Say whatever you want<br />'Cause I can laugh it off.<br /><br />Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk<br />Gotta love how it's somehow all on me<br />All the petty scenes<br />And all the pretty things<br />Say whatever you want<br />'Cause I can laugh it off.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />----------------<br />Now playing: <a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jimmy+eat+world/track/let+it+happen" title="'Jimmy Eat World - Let It Happen' - open on FoxyTunes Planet">Jimmy Eat World - Let It Happen</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" >via <a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips">FoxyTunes</a></span> <br /></center></span>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-56100187798534139952008-04-30T22:50:00.000-06:002008-06-14T02:55:32.353-06:00Makes You Think<p>These questions were inspired by "Inside The Actors Studio". At the end of every interview, the host asks these same 10 questions to every guest. I actually like these questions. Here are <i>my</i> answers. Feel free to copy them to your blog to share your answers.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>1. What is your favorite word?<br />It's a tie between 'lackadaisical' and 'vestibule'. I think both of those words are under-appreciated.<br /></p> <p> 2. What is your least favorite word?<br />I would definitely say 'sebaceous'.<br /></p> <p> 3. What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]?<br />The afternoon sun, and warm temperatures.<br /></p> <p> 4. What turns you off?<br />Being talked down to.<br /></p> <p> 5. What sound or noise do you love?<br />The busy silence that is early morning deep in the Colorado mountains.<br /></p> <p> 6. What sound or noise do you hate?<br />The sound that my compy makes when it is in the midst of a fit of narcolepsy.... it's a whining, wheezing, grindy beep. It sounds like it is in the throes of death by wood chipper.<br /></p> <p> 7. What is your favorite curse word?<br />F*ck. That word is so versitile.<br /></p> <p> 8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?<br />I was going to say something like, 'Hollywood star', but I don't think I'd end up liking that very much. I would, however, like to try being a personal assistant to one of those Hollywood people. Then, I could get all the perks, but not have to deal with the fallout of my personal life.<br /></p> <p> 9. What profession would you not like to do?<br />Fast food worker.<br /></p> <p> 10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?<br />"Psych!"</p>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-14391217682365391612008-04-30T08:27:00.000-06:002008-04-30T10:11:06.332-06:00Hey Readers, Are You There? It's Me, EmilyI figured it was time for another post, mostly due to the fact that since I last updated, I have had 3 comments. I never have comments. Ever. Kathy says that I have strangers that love my blog. Who woulda thunk? Thanks for reading my nonsensical banter, Kathy. I'm glad <i>someone</i> thinks it's amusing.<br /><br />Right now I am at work- the lovely, fun, amazing place I call work. I have this daunting feeling that my phone will ring any minute, and that the person on the other end of the line will have a situation that is entirely too complicated for me to handle right now. Under any other circumstances... bring it on. Today, though, not so much. Maybe I am just bitter at the idea of 19 year old boys that I trained less than a month ago being promoted to positions above me, only because they know someone higher up in the company. Perhaps. Also, I am tired.<br /><br />I will update about my birthday a little bit later... maybe when I'm not being watched like a hawk. I guess I will just return to sitting at my desk, eating plain goldfish crackers, and wondering who keeps turning on the air conditioning.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-70381896900921083382008-04-11T00:36:00.000-06:002008-06-14T02:55:58.178-06:00You know who you are<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R_8IbnsWkYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U-8BmRFy10U/s1600-h/dreamt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R_8IbnsWkYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U-8BmRFy10U/s400/dreamt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187874566358602114" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-54816401260936422142008-04-05T15:34:00.000-06:002008-04-10T18:57:32.276-06:00A Happy ListI've had such a crappy couple weeks, I figure that taking a minute to think of the good things might be a nice change.<br /><br /><ul><li>I get ten hours of overtime on my next paycheck.</li><li>I have friends I can count on.</li><li>My car takes me places when I want it to.</li><li>I get to take a vacation this weekend and see my family.</li><li>I am going to Las Vegas next weekend with my two of my best girl friends to celebrate our birthdays.</li><li>Work just got a whole lot better-- people are actually starting to listen to me.</li><li>I will have my own room again at the end of April.</li><li>I've been finding lots of free stuff lately (thanks to Sara and slickdeals)<br /></li><li>IKEA!<br /></li></ul>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-27005025120344161142008-03-25T21:27:00.001-06:002008-03-25T21:30:47.683-06:00A Girl Can Only Hope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nataliedee.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R-nCqC2xA6I/AAAAAAAAADA/zFWIXaz5FFQ/s400/monkey-delivery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181886873843336098" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-15047377766798798442008-03-25T21:25:00.001-06:002008-04-05T15:33:28.370-06:00Just a few Confessions<ul><li>I just counted 15 bottles/tubes of body lotion on my dresser.</li><li>I afraid of my classes at school... all of them.<br /></li><li>I snitched on my supervisor last week, and he got fired.<br /></li><li>Recently I bought five 12-packs of retractable Sharpies in assorted colors.... just for fun.</li><li>For Easter, I received a plastic tube full of cats topped with a cat head. Not kidding.</li><li>I sewed the curtains for my room, and matching pillows.... I am also in the middle of making my first quilt.</li><li>I have been spending as much time away from my apartment as possible recently... I can't stand the sound of my roommates voices.</li><li>Every time I eat at Taco Bell, I tell myself I am never going back.</li><li>I found out that my roommates boyfriend makes fun of her behind her back while he is at work. I am not going to tell her because I think she deserves a jerk like him.</li></ul>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-33164673702812341282008-01-30T22:04:00.001-07:002008-01-31T18:02:03.371-07:00January is Full of Changes!There are days when something happens that I think I should blog about. A lot of those days have gone by, and I don't have a clue what to say. Since I have a whole month to catch up on, I'll keep it quick.<br /><br /><br />♥On January 4th, 2008, the Cooley family was expanded by one. Addilyn Marie Cooley was born around 4pm in Boulder, Colorado, while I was somewhere in the middle of Wyoming, trying to get there before she arrived!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R6Fc-yN4NmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/97aSK4yaVj4/s1600-h/Addie+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R6Fc-yN4NmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/97aSK4yaVj4/s320/Addie+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161508881644926562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />♥On January 22, I accepted a new offer for a full time job. Now I don't have to work two part-time jobs! Yay for no more waiting tables! I start next Monday, so we'll see how I like it.<br /><br /><br /><br />♥I have been sick for about three weeks now. I am so done, it's not even funny.<br /><br /><br /><br />♥It has snowed here at least every other day for the past month... I am just guessing, but that feels accurate. It snowed so much, that our snow tubing activity at Soldier Hollow was canceled. Argh!<br /><br /><br /><br />♥I... Ummm.... Errrr..... I am in the *cough* Relief Society Presidency *cough*. Ummm.... yeah. I don't know exactly who was the brilliant one to think of me, but they must not have been aware of my unwillingness to get out of bed in the morning... or maybe they were, and this is their evil plan.<br /><br /><br /><br />♥I have a new favorite movie- Juno. I saw it twice in the theater, and I have the soundtrack. It's an excellent film, and I highly recommend it. I mentioned that fact to one of my roommates (we'll just call her 'Dagron'), and she let me know how much she hated it, and said that she walked out of the theater because it was - and I quote - "vulgar and disgusting". Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Oh, Provo.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmpeek.net/images/juno1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.filmpeek.net/images/juno1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />♥Oh, and my sister turned thirty, so everyone go and make fun of her now.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-60638772654597400022007-12-16T02:38:00.001-07:002008-01-30T22:24:29.492-07:00Would You Like Some More Fries?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Ty5ZnOk8I/AAAAAAAAABo/hl-3rS5ZmJw/s1600-h/waiting+tables.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Ty5ZnOk8I/AAAAAAAAABo/hl-3rS5ZmJw/s320/waiting+tables.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144503742305833922" border="0" /></a>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-63992583518213698802007-12-13T14:27:00.000-07:002008-01-30T22:24:12.458-07:00All I Want For Christmas...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Gm8y_RftI/AAAAAAAAABg/CeATxpYq-T8/s1600-h/index_ataglance20071026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Gm8y_RftI/AAAAAAAAABg/CeATxpYq-T8/s320/index_ataglance20071026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143575812843339474" border="0" /></a><br />... is a MacBook.<br /><br />Because of the money left over from when I sold my car, and the small amount from my Christmas bonus, I have six hundred dollars committed to the cause already.<br /><br />Donations are accepted via PayPal. :)Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-87820173920216746322007-12-10T00:58:00.000-07:002007-12-10T02:10:16.189-07:00Questions on My Mind<span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ what does it mean when someone says they are 'sort of dating someone'?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ why can't i sleep like a normal person, instead of a zombie/hibernating bear/vampire?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ why is it that Uggs are so fugly, yet they feel so good?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ why am i not motivated to go back to school and do something with my life , like most other people my age?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ how can i be so irresponsibly reckless, yet cautiously scared at the same time?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ why do i say it's okay, when i'm still mad?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ is there someone else who thinks as strangely as i do?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ who said it was fashionable to wear skinny jeans, and can i strangle him?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ how did i get this far in the world with the family i have?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">?</span> ~ why does no one in utah county know how to drive in a traffic circle?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">?</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> ~ </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">why do i always fall for those who feel nothing for me?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" > All I ever get is sad love </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" > feeling incomplete and below being loved </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" > I don't know why it has been so hard to find love<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916noreply@blogger.com