Where have I been? Gee wilikers I can't believe I haven't posted since wednesday. Chalk it up to this dang head cold. Or the fact that everytime I think of posting I am at a place where it is quite difficult to achieve the task. For example: I was about to write one Saturday night, but I was babysitting, and the kids had priority. All I was doing was watching Ninja Turtles II with them, but hey. Whatever keeps 'em happy. So I apologize to all of you religious readers (haha) and will promise to be more regular. Maybe I hit a slight writers block, seeing as how voracious I have been about blogging before this point. I don't exactly know. Perhaps my creative juices are being sucked up by this nasty head cold. Who knows. Geez. Why do I always say that? Why do I always ask questions to which the answer is that dang phrase? Who knows. haha.

Todays topic: Wal * Mart.

We all know it as that place of solice when there is an unfinished presentation due the next day. It is that place where you can go in smelling and feeling fresh and clean and come out smelling and feeling like you just came out of a low rent bar or something. Although it is hectic and smoke filled, we all continue to go there without hesitation. We tend to overlook the potential health problems so as to not pass up a good deal. For example: I subjected myself to the wrath of Wally World to search for clothes. That's right, you heard me, clothes. Not just for the sake of buying them, but for the sake of maybe getting something cute. The search was not looking favorable, but then, all of a sudden, there they were. Those beautiful skirts. Now maybe they arent beautiful, but they sure are cool. So I exitedly run over to the skirts and search through them joyously. Yes! My size! (gotta love them elastic waists) But one problem remains.... what shirt to wear? This is where my ever helpful sister comes in. She spots the shirt on the rack next to the skirt. Perfect. Now I have a cool outfit. Turns out the skirt looks better with a shirt I already have, and the shirt goes better with some capris I already have. This just adds to the selective power of Wal * Mart. Now I say selective because my search could have ended to no avail. I was almost consumed by the "2 Hot 4 U" and "99% Angel, 1% Devil" shirts, but I made it through. Cute clothes are few and far between at that store, so I warn you.

Now don't get me wrong by thinking that I don't like Wal * Mart for other things. It is a great event for me to go shopping at the place. I love getting random things there. I only wish that we wouldn't be in danger of lung cancer everytime we enter. It is a sad day when I smell smoke and say: "This smells like Wal * Mart" (which really did happen by the way)

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Ah... Spring. The time for those pale and pasty legs that have been hibernating all winter to peek out of their hiding places. Some are more blessed (in the short run) with "tannable" skin. Alas, there are those who aren't. But in the long run, when I'm 40 or something, I will have less wrinkles and healthier skin than those who sit in a cancer box for a while and use tanning as an excuse to basically lay around all summer. Now, I will admit, right now I am jealous of those folks who can tan, because no matter how hard I try, it doesn't work. Last summer at cheerio (represent!) I was out in the sun all the time. The only color (dramatic color, that is) was on my feet, from my birks. Now tell me, is that something to be proud of? I would argue so, but since I only got enough color to neutralize the blue tint on the rest of my body, I couldn't exactly be proud of my birkenstock tan. Maybe this summer I will get sunburnt and the tan that results will stay for a while! Most likely not. But for right now, I sit here in my cutoffs looking down at these pale legs just waiting for the day that they will be an asset. Next time you see me in shorts, break out your sunglasses, folks... they're blinding! er... the legs, that is... not the shorts... I mean... nevermind.

I formally apologize for my ranting at my mother in a fit of rage. I should learn not to express all of my rage on paper all the time. My fault. Although, I do have enough integrity not to change the post, because I need to show my mistakes sometimes. Lets all take this lesson to heart, and next time you feel like ranting or raving, please keep it off the paper. Tootles!

Doncha just hate it when parents change their parenting when it comes to different children? Like the other day, I needed to get on the computer for my 8-page band report, but Charlotte was on yahoo. Charlotte had already been on for like 15 minutes, but she wouldn't get off. So I said, alright 5 minutes and my mom was like: No 10 minutes because Charlotte hasn't been on that long. Whatever. So I wait 10 minutes and realize it's not worth it and I don't even want to do my band report. So I say, nevermind Charlotte. And then Dad comes in on the convo and he's all, Charlotte you only get 15 more minutes on the computer. Hello??!!? So I was a little peeved. Now Charlotte needs to get on the computer for "school" and she's trying to kick me off, and I literally just got on, and I said to charlotte, I'll be done by 7:30 and it's 7:22 right now. Charlotte wasn't satisfied with this and goes in with her whiney voice and says: Mom I need to get on the computer, but Emma's being mean and not letting me. So mom says: Ok Emma, 5 minutes. I kindly remind her of this other Charlotte incident and she goes: That was then, this is now. The Heck?!?! I really dislike Charlotte sometimes, and I really dislike my mothers parenting sometimes. Well, I have exactly 10 seconds left on the computer, so I guess that's all folks!

I just took a walk down memory lane, and woah am I glad I moved on. It was all from when I was in 6th grade, and boy was I lookin rough. Well, my hair was cute, but that was about it. I was chubby and pale (when am I ever not pale?) and my fasion sense was practically non existant. I am so glad I thinned out, and it makes me feel really skinny right about now. I need those kind of breaks every once and a while. I should tape myself now and then in 5 years I can look back and be glad I'm not here anymore! But for right now, I am content with staying here in my current state living life to the fullest, then when my life is better, it will be GREAT! I'm not exactly sure how that logic works, but maybe it is right in some odd way... who knows? I seem to say that a lot. Maybe one day I will really find out who knows....

Ok there folks... I know the name of that movie with Christopher Guest and Crew.... "A Mighty Wind" I absolutely cannot wait! :-)

I literally just got back from the movie "View From The Top". It is really, really, really good! I especially liked Mike Myers and his lazy eye... it made me chuckle. I thought the previews were funny too. There was this chrystler commercial, you know the ones with celine singin her songs in the cars and stuff, and it made me think of how dorky celine dion really is. I think she is so dorky, I didn't even bother to capitalize her name! But she sings well, so I can forgive her. Another funny moment was the preview for the new Christopher Guest movie. I forgot what it was called, but it looks absolutely hillarious. I cannot wait for it to come out. Knowing me, it will come out while I'm at camp and leave theaters by the time I get home and then come out on video like a kazrillion years later. Just perfect. Another funny thing is that when I came home, my mom was watching some documentary on these russian guys who like to sing bluegrass and country. Ok... that's a little weird, mom. She's still doing it. I think I just heard a russian boy sing hopelessly devoted to you... woah. freaky. Another funny thing is Rebekah James' driving skills. Or should I say lack thereof.... JUST JOSHING REBEKAH! It was funny, because my mom said that if I didn't get back by 9:00 I would be grounded, so the whole time in the movie I was totally checking my watch. Then it is quarter till when we get out and Rebekah races home, and boy do I mean races... but thats ok, you gotta do what you gotta do. I got back in time, and all is right with the world. Woo hoo. Now I get to wake up @ 6:00 or so tomorrow morning to go to a dang quiz bowl meet. I am totally psyched about that. Peace out... and remember, bridge ices before road....

I am the reigning Queen of Elementary School comebacks. Here are a few examples:
"This movie is stupid" comeback: "You're stupid!"
"I hate this stuff" comeback: "I hate you "
You get the gist. It is rather fun, only it doesn't work in some circumstances.
"I'm gonna go eat dinner" comeback: "You're gonna go eat dinner"
You see?
There are many more, but they are hard to define. They are best used at random, so I can't really list them here. Lets try to use immature comebacks at least once this week.

Word of the Day: Poopy

Top 10 Reasons Why I Don't Like Brass Players

10. They are stupid.
9. They don't know how to count.
8. They think they are the only people in the band.
7. They drown out all of those dang runs that the woodwinds play so prettily (is that a word?)
6. They don't have to play all those dang runs that woodwinds do.
5. They are arrogant.
4. They think they are pimps.
3. They are dorks.
2. They aren't really that good.

And the Number One Reason why I hate Brass Players
1. They are poopy.

Ok folks, so it seems that not all of the MAHS students liked my mexican wedding dress as much as I did. Well folks, I'll show you, I'm gonna wear my hippie dress tomorrow. Haha. Guess I showed you!

YEAH right. Like I would care what a few critics have to say. I am wearing my hippie dress, but not to spite them, I just really like my dress. Sometimes people do things to stick out and make people mad, and other people just do what they want and they don't care. There is a major difference between these people. Sometimes I do things to spite people, and sometimes I don't. At least I can recognize the difference. Like some people I know always do things to get a reaction, but deep down inside they want to be cool. Now I have my doubts sometimes, but most of the time I just wear things because they are fun, or say things because they are fun. Like nobody else says random exclaimations or euphamisms (sp?) like I do, but I don't care. I don't do it because nobody else does it, I do it because it is fun. I know you don't really care, and I know I've repeated myself many, many, many times, but I just had to get that off my chest. If If you have questions or comments, email me (daisies_15@hotmail.com) or IM me (emmarefvem ~ original, huh?). Have a GRRRRRRRRREEEEEAAAAAATTTTT day! haha... think tony the tiger....

Yo Dawgs! 'Sup? Shoutout to Anna Wood- you're the breast! Shoutout to Homestar Runner... he's the breast too... homestarrunner.com ... fun times... nothing new to say. I think Paula, Sara, and Courtney wanted me to write about something, but I forget what it was. Maybe about this mexican wedding dress I am wearing right now. It is so awesome. I wore it to school just because, and got a lot of funny looks and compliments. Maybe more funny looks then compliments. Oh well, like it bothers me. I'm gonna wear the highly anticipated hippie dress on Wednesday, unless for some reason my hormones change and I get out of the mood. Which is highly likely.

I read another book this weekend. Its called "All American Girl", and it is really, really really good. Oh my gosh, these window men are walking around my house and I can hear noises and it is scaring me... maybe they are looking at my atrociously messy room... aaahhhh! Back to the book, it made me wish I were dating the President's Son... well if the President had a son... I guess you have to read the book. Anyways... tootles guys!

On Saturday Kate took all of us to Winston. We were driving along and Kate started hallucinating that the car was swirving, so we had to stop at the BP on Cook School Rd. Kate guessed the tires were flat or something, because that tire light was on. So we ask for a tire guage (sp?) and got the air hose. I felt really manly because I was fixing the car, only I was a total ditz. I sat there for like 10 minutes "filling" the tire with air. Kate and I, being the geniuses we are, had forgotten to turn on the air. Turns out I was just letting air out of the tires. Great. Then we turn it on and I sit there for a really long time and guess that it's ok because we had to give back the tire guage. This lady stops by and sees that we clearly don't really know what we are doing, so she offers some advice. Turns out there is a guage on the air pump, and normal tires have about 32 lbs of pressure/air/whatever. So we test a tire that we didn't do anything to, and it has like 45, which is the max a tire can take. Great. She showed us how to let the air out and was on her way. I went back to that tire I filled up, and guess how many pounds of pressure it had? 70. Oh My Gosh. That is ridiculus. So I went around and let a bunch of air out on all of our tires, and whaddya know, the light went off!

What is the origin of the word silly goose? It is the funniest phraze, like, ever. Well, good gravy is rankin on up there too, but silly goose is just better. It is really really, REALLY fun to call a group of people silly geese because then you get to say another silly word. Gaggle. You guys are a gaggle of silly geese. Or if you were talking about a male you could say silly gander. Because, you know, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Another funny phrase is lordy lordy pambeck. I say that often. On, like, the very first day we moved to MA, we went to Aunt Bees... haha... and then I saw one of those gas station marquee signs that said: Lordy, Lordy, Pambeck is Forty! I said, truthfully guys, "Who's Lordy Lordy Pambeck?". What an ignorant little 8 year old I was. My family obviously got a big kick out of that. So occasionally I will say Lordy Lordy Pambeck. Also, the new cool exclaimation is good gravy. At campaigners, Cleve said that Olivia made some good gravy. I asked if that was an exclaimation, and if it wasn't, it should be. So we are going to try and make good gravy famous. Next time you stub your toe or have an epiphany of some sort, just yell out "GOOD GRAVY!". It is really fun. Believe me, I've done it alot. Like if someone says something surprising, like, "We have a test today", then you just go "Good Gravy, I forgot all about it." Then everybody will remark on what a cool phrase good gravy is, and then all of a sudden, you are the center of the conversation, not the test. So if many of you out there are attention starved, as I think you may be, just take my advice. Good Gravy! I need to go to bed! Fo real, dawg

I really really really (three again) hope there is a thunderstorm. A really loud one with lots of thunder. Maybe even thunder that wakes you up in the middle of the night. That way I will realize that I don't have to wake up again till 6:30 and I could have a contented sleep. Yeah that would be really nice. I love it when I wake up at like 3 in the morning or something and I realize that I can sleep for three more hours. That is really satisfying. Almost as satisfying as taking a nap on a hammock in the summer when you don't have any responsibilities looming over your head. Wow. That would be so nice. I want to go to sleep forever! Like Rip Van Winkle or something. Now I could live with a life like that. Ok, maybe not like that, more like a cat. Because everybody loves them and they get to sleep whenever they want. Only, if I were a cat, I would get better food.

Ok so nothing happened at the concert, and I really don't think Y is going to even go to the prom period. That just goes to show you: a) life throws ya curves sometimes, 2) boys are stupid and d) ostriches should be praised. Ok so maybe I just made up that last point, but I had to have three, because three is generally more effective. That theory can apply to anything really. Kids: because there is an oldest who will bear the responsibility, the middle child who starves for attention (ahem, myself case in point), and the youngest who gets spoiled. Also Baseball: 3 strikes and YOURE OUTTA THERE!. Friends: when one is mad at another, she talks to the third girl about it. Movies/Books: The lord of the rings, Star wars (although there were like 2 trilogies), The HItchikers Trilogy... wait that has 7 books in it... huh? And finally, three repetitions. Thats when you are trying to emphazize something and you say very 3 times like this: I was very, very, VERY mad at him. Or, She makes me really, really, REALLY mad. Also in songs they repeat the key phrase three times in a row at least one time in the song. Think about this as you go about your day... it really does happen.

Guess what big event is tonight? Thats right, you guessed it, it is the MAHS Band Solo Concert. Come for a night of squeaking solo clarinets and a troop of angry boys venting their frustration onto drums. I will give you the other side of the story, because it is more different than you may think. Anything associated with band is, well, in one word, sketchy. There is always band drama going on. Like right now, for example, a certain percussionist was going to ask a certain clarinetist to the Prom. This was told to me on Monday during Chemistry. You have to understand the background of this, though. This certain percussionist is rather crass toward this clarinetist, and vice versa. There have been many, shall we say, squabbles between the two. We, the band folks, thought the drama came to a climax at a band competition where this clarinetist, we'll call her "X", asked the percussionist, we'll call him "Y", to marry her on an airgram for the whole audience of the competition to hear. Of course X only ment it as a joke, and Y took it as such. It was still a source of more drama in the band. So you can see why Y asking X to the prom is rather surprising. Another surprising bit of info is that X is going to say no. Now Y thinks X is going to say yes, and he is quite sure of it. So, I think a good solution to the problem is for X to ask the band's oboist (who could that be?) and then this oboist could go to the prom. Yes, after reviewing this story, I believe that is the best solution. We will see how this all plays out as another chapter is written tonight at the band concert. Will Y pop the question? Will X say no? If she does, will the oboist be the second choice? Will I ever stop asking these rhetorical questions? Only time can tell. Now do you see how band is so very different behind the scenes? I believe information like this enriches the viewing experience.

Has anyone read "Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants"? Well if you haven't, you should, because it is good. I bought it on Saturday after my piano thing. I finished it the same day because it was easy reading and it didn't have chapters, so, like Forrest Gump, I just ran (except sub in read for ran). In this book, a girl kisses this guy on a beach. So guess what I dreamed? I dreamed that I was kissing Leonardo DiCaprio on a beach. I don't even think he's that hot. But I'm definitely not complaining... haha. That was the extent of the dream for all of you who were wondering. I think I went on to dream about being in school or something, you never know with my wild subconsious (sp?). Anyways, sweet dreams everyone :)

Ok folks this is funny. On Saturday I had Piano federation, right? So I was a little nervous, but not much, becaus this is my 7th year and i've gotten superiors every year. Ok I go into the room, and the judge looks familiar. Turns out he was the same judge I had last year. Great. So I play my scales and chords and notice that the whole piano is a little higher than all the other pianos I play on. This kinda freaked me out. So I go to start playing and suddenly I can't remember what octave I start on. Great. I play the intro, and then stop. Then I play it again, only an octave lower. Then I stop, realizing that the top octave was right. So this is what I say to the judge: "just warmin up a little". Oh my gosh. Who really says that to the judge after they screw up? I guess just me. But it's all good because I got a superior. I just thought it was funny that I have been playing that dang YELLOW for like 6 months and I mess up on the very beginning. (yellow is the name of the piece). Just ask anybody in my AP Music Theory class, I played that thing to death. Haha, fun times.

Today we had the National Honors Society assembly. I was paying full attention the whole time. YEAH RIGHT! I was totally studying for Chemistry. I'm not sure what good it did though. I was getting tired of the same old same old: "The Kate Beringer Chapter of the National Honors Society taps...*your name here*", so I decided to make good use of my time. At least I didn't pull a KB... tisk tisk Mr. Bretz... everyone knows you shouldn't sleep through things like that! Anyways... AP Music Theory kicked my butt again today. I am seriously dreading that exam... oh well. Life goes on...

Hello All! Well, all in the general sense of the word. Welcome! This will be a place of randomness hosted by none other than Emma herself! More will follow in the future... thank you for your time!