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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.
Once A Lonely Caterpillar Sat & Cried
04.01.09
How did I get here? Or, more appropriately, how did I get here so God Damn fast? I mean, one minute it was all: "Wowee, no college!" and now it's the night before I go back and I feel crappy to say the least. The name of this blog reflects my mood... also worsened by the fact that no one got in touch about the New Year's Eve plans so I spent it at home with the other loons watching Elton's New Year's Eve bash, and I was outraged that the supposed film clippings of Marilyn Monroe were so clearly not her... and then at midnight we all had to stand in a circle with arms crossed singing 'Auld Lang Syne' which, if you don't know, is Scottish for 'Old Long Since' or more literally 'Good Old Times'. Fabulous.
However, Roswell is fantastic. I think Maria is so funny and I stayed up until six this morning watching episodes, drinking tea and reading a bit of 'The Host' whilst waiting for the kettle to boil. I just know I won't sleep tonight after my routine of bed at about five or six and then get up at about one or two in the afternoon... it doesn't bother me so much, I can deal with tired eyes tomorrow, it means that I can watch plenty of Roswell tonight. Oh, by the way, I did go over to Jack's the other night. For some weird reason I drank a boat-load of blue WKD and didn't feel even tipsy... and we watched Halloween which was nasty.
I really want to keep being cheerful but the looming exams this month are depressing me. I'm not too bothered about Psychology because I feel I can do reasonably well at that but it's the Maths stats exam, I just know that if I'm going to dream about doing well in it I will have to resit it in the Summer and the prospect of that makes me feel slightly sick. I hate maths! Why did someone not do the sensible thing and stop me from taking it. I just about winged it at gcse and I can't believe I even considered the fact that it might be a good idea... anyway, my only feasible plan is this: sit it and do my best, if I do well that's great and maybe then I can think about continuing it next year... if I do bad, drop it and pick up another AS level next year and then I haven't really lost that much.
Ohmigod, I'm so sad but I have to say this. I watched Mumfie part 2 at the weekend and I couldn't believe it... I've waited God knows how many years for this bitch and then I got to the end of the film and it said: "Continued in Part 3" - I almost died. Can you believe it? ARRRGGGHH!!! So my New Year's Resolution is to finally watch all the Parts of Mumfie, hahaha. No, I'm kidding, I rarely make New year's resolutions anyway, they're pretty shitty. If I were to suggest any it would be to fulfil some more of the things I want to do before I die, I've checked through to find the ones that shouldn't be too hard to do this year hopefully. If they come to Collectormania then I can meet some more of the Buffy Stars and cross them off, I can hopefully go to more James Marsters concerts and maybe meet my target. I should be able to sleep under the stars but I'm waiting for the Summer for that one or my body parts will start falling off, I could also maybe go skinny-dipping at night but I'd rather do that somewhere warm too so I'm hoping to get away on holiday this year... um, I could make love on a forest floor but it would have to be with someone worthwhile or the moment will be ruined and I also need a forest where I'm not likely to get my naked butt shot at. I suppose the only one I could really do right now with no requirements is to write a novel but, though I have many ideas, they're still just festering little driblets in the bottom of my mind (that sounds pretty disgusting - doesn't it?) and I would want to make it a good one or you have to ask yourself: "What's the point?" Anyways, I'm sure it will happen... and if it doesn't and I should die before I get to do all this stuff, then I'm not exactly gonna care am I, because I'll be too dead to care.
I'll leave you now on that cheery note. Ta-ra.