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Opened: August 8, 2008
Welcome to Emily The Vampire Slayer, my name is Emily (surprised?) & this is my personal webspace that is free for me to say as I like in. You don't agree with my ramblings? That's fine, leave. I'm not out to offend or upset anyone but, like most, I'm very opiniated... that can often get in the way of my desire to be friends with everyone I meet because I won't drop my beliefs for anyone. Why should I? But feel free to take a look around and comment my blogs. Any questions, issues or complaints can be addressed here.
Depressing Much
26.04.08
It's been a freakishly depressing twenty-four hours. School yesterday was lame but almost bearable. It wasn't until I got home when all hell broke loose. The details leading up to hell's freedom on earth aren't really important, but there was a massive fallout with my Mum straight after school and she told me I couldn't go to the concert or Collectormania. I was heartbroken to say the least, it had been all I was living for, the only comfort in these harsh weeks moving towards the exams. We screamed at one another and I retreated to my room to cry. Next thing, I have this lighter that belonged to my ex, Christian, and it has never worked and I usually play with it when I'm upset or something - don't ask me why, I didn't even like christian much. Anyway, I was sat on my floor, flicking the lever on its head when suddenly I heard a crackling sound. I turned my head and my entire bin had gone up in flames right next to me. It wasn't even a small fire, I tried to blow it out and it got bigger. So, with my heart beating harshly on my chest, I jumped to my feet, ran to the bathroom, filled the sponge with water and ran back to squeeze it over the flames. Thank God, that did the trick. But I was really shook up.
In the next few hours, things turned themselves around. My Mum calmed down and said that I would be able to go to the events next weekend as long as I did her a favour and went to her Virgin Vie party. Which I did and it was really fun. I met: Tracey, Lisa, Ruth, Lia, Gagon and this other woman whose name I didn't pick up on. They were all really nice and we played lots of games, Lia booked another party in the Summer, I want to go to that because she is such a riot, especially in the Irish raffle. So all seemed back on track.
Then, I came home and went on the computer because I hadn't been on all night. That's when my Dad came in and started yelling at me for being on ir so late. Both me and my Mum said he wasn't being fair because I wasn't doing anything wrong and I hadn't been on the computer all day. But he was adamant, so I turned the computer off and told my Mum to leave it because he wasn't worth the hassle. However, that made things worse because he said "Oh, but it'll be worth the hassle next week when I have to take a day's holiday to take you to London". He got me mad so I said "Don't bother, give me the tickets and I'll take myself." So he said he didn't trust me to do that. I don't know how he dare. I let him go to bed huffing and puffing, I knew he was in a bad mood and the morning would probably bring on a more cheerful disposition.
I was right but the swelling round my eyes hasn't gone down yet. I don't mind, though, next week I'm going to see James Marsters in concert and then off to meet him and John Barrowman at Collectormania. And, whatever they say, noone's going to take that away from me.