spring break and starbucks

Got up at 6 like a good ballerina, but then decided that I didn't want to go to the gym because 1. it's cold outside and 2. my ankle is still a little sore from the sprain, and I need to dance this evening, so I'd better plan to save my strength for that.

so now I'm just sitting here waiting for starbucks to open so I can get some coffee and read my Bible and maybe read another book for a while as well. preferably the one I need to read for school before 1:30 today. yeah. should probably get on that.

spring break was awesome. I didn't write much over break, mostly because John was hanging out with me constantly (like we literally didn't leave each other's sides unless 1. we were sleeping or 2. he had to go to class.

which I really can't complain about because I adore the boy.

anyway.

We got there Friday evening. I met his first cousin and his first cousin's wife ( who didn't seem to like me very much, for no reason in particular other than she was PMSing) and then Saturday the sweetheart brought me coffee when I woke up. I don't really remember what we did every day in particular, but essentially, we watched a lot of movies, sat on the couch and read Rage comics, went out to eat a few times, had a candle-lit dinner, played laser-tag and assassin's creed, and watched youtube videos.

just typical geek stuff.

3 more weeks of school. then I'm done. THANK GOD.

then summer starts.

joy.

last night I had a dream that I had a knife stuck in my chest and I couldn't take it out because it would kill me, and I couldn't get to the emergency room because Sis was in the car, and I couldn't call 911 because I didn't have a phone, and when I finally did have a phone, I couldn't find the 9.

-_-

I hate putting titles on posts when im tired.

So I'm trying to wake up early more, so I can study, and do my Bible study and work out (because I haven't done any sort of exercise in like three weeks). I got up at 6 yesterday and got all sorts of great things done, but at 8:30 I went to bed because I was so tired, I couldn't even crochet.

This morning I got up at 6 again, and sat on my chair for an hour. So that was wasted time. Then I went to the bagel shop—because rather than wash my dishes so I could eat breakfast in my room, I spent the hour sitting on my chair wishing John was with me. I got my coffee (well, espresso drink) and a muffin, and found a couch in the University Center, and sat down to knit or study or something… and fell asleep. Luckily I didn't have class until 9:30, so I slept until y 9:10 alarm went off.

I feel better now.

But I totally would have slept until my 12:30 class.

I forgot I had a quiz/test thing today (all about the muscles in the foot) and studying right now isn't going to do squat, so I'm dreading the quiz/test thing.

after class, I'm going to get coffee—some REAL COFFEE—and take my pills, and knit my hat so I can sell it on my shop and earn some money because I'm very poor. not broke, but poor.

also: apparently selling a knit domo on etsy breaks copyright laws. note to self: DON'T BREAK COPYRIGHT LAWS!

I had some odd dreams last night too. one of them was I dreamed I found a hat I'd knitted, and shrunk and turned into a baby hat. which was sad because it was one of my favorites.

I also dreamed John and I were married. :) (No details about that dream.)

no, I'm kidding. it wasn't bad. we were just sitting together. okay there may have been some kissing. okay there was a lot of kissing.

JOHN IS COMING ON FRIDAY!!!!! GAH!!!

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where's waldo?

more like "where's emily?"

yes, the truth is out. I call myself emily on this blog. it's not my real name. long story there ;)

Back at school. It feels good to be back. Sis is moved in. I think she's still sleeping.

We left Thursday night at 10:30pm and drove through the night. We got to school at 5:30. Record time! It was actually pretty fun. Once we got past midnight, it wasn't hard to stay awake. I like driving at night. It's a lot more relaxing. There's no traffic. There's no huge trucks (well, okay, there are some, but there's plenty of room on the road to pass them). And  most of the time, the only headlights on the road are mine! So I don't get blinded!! yay!

Anyway, our ID cards worked at 5:30, so we went into the dorms. Sis and Jeff (more on him later) crashed in commons rooms. I slept in my own bed for the first time in almost a month. I fell asleep about 6am.

and woke up at 9:30am.

because I had forgotten to bring in my medicine and I didn't want to go into withdrawal.

so I got on some clothes and shoes and went out to the car and got my meds and by the time I'd taken them, I was awake (it was cold outside) so I just started unpacking and cleaning and stuff.

we were busy until 6:30pm, when I finally died. I was organizing my yarn (it's still a mess, but it's better) but I just crashed. so I called John for a few minutes, and went to bed at 7.

now im up and I need to go to walmart and get food so I can eat something besides chocolate and doughnuts for breakfast.

okay so: Jeff. Jeff is Sis's friend. She met him last Christmas. I was at college last year, and she was lonely. She met two guys: Jeff, and Blake. the relationship between them was a young adult novel, and one day I'm going to write about something like it and make a lot of money.

anyway. Jeff is a good friend of hers, and he just transferred up to school with us. so you'll be hearing more about him.

lastly: last night I had a dream that everyone thought I pulled a fire alarm in a building and they were going to arrest me. but it turned out I was really a super-hero detective, and I helped them solve the case. I used Jesus-power. (no seriously: my ID said "Christ appointed detective with the Power of God.") anyway then these demons came to our house and I had to destroy them so they wouldn't kill my family, and it was really hard, but I did it using wit and Jesus-power and a really cool gun that shot blue bullets and made things explode.

kinda wish I hadn't woken up.

Super-emily to the rescue!!!

Had a lovely dream last night

I had a dream that my dad brought home this really handsome guy for me (Because, in case I haven't mentioned this before, I've asked my dad to pick my husband for me) and he quite a gentleman (the kind that hold doors and kiss your hand). I made him dinner and stole his heart.

It was quite lovely.

I sort of wanted to punch something when I woke up, though.

I really miss school. And the freedom that came with it. And dancing, and running, and eating what I want. It's hard to go back and forth from freedom to…family life? It's not captivity, but it's hard. Nice, less expensive, but hard.

sigh.

Got to go fold laundry.

Haven't run into voldey yet, thank God. I know it'll happen though, because it always does. really I just hope he doesn't hate me. I don't care if he doesn't want to be friends, I just don't want him to hate me.

stupid boys. Gah.

Soooo confused

Ok. So.

First Jace flirts with me. then he seems uninterested, but likes to talk to me. We eat lunch together w/ his friend three times a week, and I have class with him the other two days. he'll text me and we talk after classes about our books and characters and dreams (the literal ones, about zombie-filled jewelry shops and aliens in dorm buildings) and say things like "text me and we'll hang out."

so then I text him. and he implies that he doesn't want to hang out. so I figure I'm annoying him and give him a break from me, and just talk to him when I see him.

then he flirts again. he teases me and touches my hair and knocks into me on purpose. today he stole my cucumber off of my plate.

I'm so confused. I don't know what he wants and I can't tell if I'm annoying him or not. and unless he has some major revival or something, I'm never going to marry the guy.

I mean he could change. I hope I'm around to see it, I hope I can be the tool God uses to show him what a Christian really lives like. Because right now, he ain't livin' it.

Anyway. that's what's annoying me right now.

And that on every episode on NCIS Saturday the criminal was trying to kill Abby. And she's my favorite.

I got three boxes in the mail today, and a letter and a small parcel. I ended up getting a card from a sweet lady in our church, three books, and two pairs of pointe shoes <3 <3 <3 so excited about those shoes!!!!! I'm currently working on fixing them. I've put about two hours into them so far, it'll take about four more before they're usable.

and I'm working on a few knitting projects. :)

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Danny Boy

Thursday was the first day of fall break :D I goofed off and was lazy and slept in but then went to the library and read my Bible for a while and tried to get stuff done. Didn't really get a lot done, but that's ok. Who cares, right? Went to lunch and saw Jace, so I ate with him and his roommate for a while. Went back to my room and looked at the new books I got that day in the mail… some awesome looking young adult hard-covers that'll eventually go to my local library.

that night i had a really horrible dream. i dreamed that there was an alien who was going around and killing students. it was a vampire alien. it would kill the roommate and then circle back and kill the one that was left when it was done with that hall. i decided, because i was smart, that i would kill it. so i went to my RA and told her to get a butcher knife from the kitchen and i got Jace to teach me how to shoot a gun. (idk if he actually knows how to shoot a gun in real life btw) so i fiddled with the light switch and made it motion activated, and put duct tape over one corner so it wouldn't turn on until the alien was close enough for me to kill it the first time the second the light turns on. so here i was thinking it would be hard to kill.

easiest thing i've ever killed in my life. (because of course in my dream i'd killed lots of stuff.)

anyway. the alien was scary. it looked like the one from Signs.

On Friday I went to the gym and danced en pointe (my sister brought me my 5 1/2 4X M shoes and they still have suede on the bottom!!! yay!) they felt SO DAMN GOOD IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!

sorry. shouldn't say that.

but really they did. it felt SO GOOD to be up on my toes again, over my arches and out of my feet. i did some echapes and some chase arabesques and some piques and such.

then i took a niiiiice hoooot shower in the gym.

while i was stretching, i listened to my music. i was listening and singing to Danny Boy by The Hunt Family… which is an awesome arrangement btw. beautiful and haunting, the way it should be. so i was singing it (i was alone in the studio) and later when i was in the dining hall, this guy kept looking at me. i ignored him (thanks to Voldemort, i'm good at that… don't you love my fake names! hah.) but later he passed me and was singing Danny Boy softly to himself.

Well, he was trying to get my attention. But when guys try to get my attention, i don't give it to them.

so i didn't ask and i just left.

i was gonna hang out with Jace but he left for some special magic game competition.

Saturday i didn't do much. Knit, read, ate in my room.

Today, I didn't have a ride to church so I sorta did the same thing: chilled and did nothing. But I went to the dining hall at about 6-ish because i REALLY wanted chocolate and it was too late to go to walmart and get some but i knew it would probably be dark by the time i got back. Jace was back from his thing so we talked for a while. i was so much in my "weird mode" from not socializing all week that i said some pretty wacky things. i was totally rambling. definitely made myself look like an idiot.

but then i'm ok with that, because i kinda am an idiot.

w/e.

he left and i stayed and finished my chocolate cup cake. <3 his roommate was still there so we talked for a while—i don't remember what about—but in the end he was flirting with me. i was like 'great. here we go again.'

i totally won our argument btw.

now i'm back in my room and working on my book. i love these characters! I put Derek and Jace in the book and it is turning out WAY better than if i'd left it the way it was before.

and that has been my weekend.

i have monday and tuesday left of break. i have several books to read, some articles to read, a test to study for, and a walmart trip to make… i think i can do it.

we'll see.

<3

Hairy Potter

That’s what I feel like today.

Hairy Potter

Because I don’t think I’ve shaved in a week, I need a shower, and I threw a bowl today and I’m COVERED in clay. Like… very covered. Beyond all reason covered.

It’s kinda ridiculous.

And I’m rambling. Because I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. I slept until about 2 or 3 am, then was up all night trying very hard not to think about certain people.

so yeah. I really need to go to college and get out of here.

like, now.

and I kept dreaming and waking up again… it was like I was dreaming, but lucid. I would dream and when something was happening that I didn’t like, I’d tell myself to wake up and I would. which is kinda cool.

I remember one time, I was sick and I REALLY wanted a sprite. Because when I’m sick, that’s what I drink. Sprite or ginger ale. it feels good on my throat. so I kept getting a large sprite, and almost drinking it, getting this close to a nice refreshing drink… and something would happen, like it would spill or i’d loose it or something.

I made myself wake up. then I grabbed my brother’s sprite from the fridge (keep in mind I never do that… and it’s like 3:30 am) and drank the whole thing. suffice to say mon frere was not all that happy about me drinking his sprite. but man did it feel good!

and I’m reading this silly book right now. It’s called Darcy’s Voyage. it’s a re-write of Pride and Prejudice, where Elizabeth gets sick and Darcy marries her so she can have his wonderful living quarters without risking her reputation. Which I think was silly because he should have just given up his room for her. … but the other thing was, he’s tall and handsome and all these girls are after him… so he got married and put an end to it. of course he promised lizzy he’d have it annulled when they got home and nobody would ever know… but now he’s falling in love with her. it’s a funny cute story. not sure if I like it yet or not.

but i definitely like Mr. Darcy. Always have. Always will.

Haven’t found him yet. Still looking… haven’t found him yet.

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French blogger and freaky dreams involving imaginary friends and cute singers

So I just changed my blogger settings so that everything is in French. I just felt like it. Maybe I'm having a random moment. Maybe I'm in a bad mood and feel like being rebellious. Maybe I'm just... like that. I love how in English it says "Edit HTML" and in French it says "MODIFIER LE CODE HTML." and you can seriously read French even if you don't know it.

Because most of the French language is congnates.

Example: Modifier = Modify. Examain=Examination (test). Publier = Publish.
stuff like that.

Dad wants us to get up at 7am tomorrow. I laughed. He said he doesn't want us to sleep away our summer.

I want to sleep away my summer.

I didn't sleep all through the school year, now I want to have a chance to sleep before I go to college. Maybe save up some sleep... if that's possible... probably not.

still.

and of course, now that I'm sleeping more, I'm dreaming more.

For instance:

Last night, I dreamed that me and my family and my best friend (who doesn't actually exist?) and... Tim Foreman?... (fine by me...)... went to an amusement park. Turns out it was run by aliens. the aliens wanted to kill us all, so we started to escape. Well... mom got this thing on her thumb, it looked like a door hinge wrapped around it. Every time I tried to get it off, it hurt her, so I left it on, assuming it was a brace for a broken thumb. It was actually a tracker.

So we--my friend who doesn't actually exst, Tim Foreman who is one of the singers in my favorite band, and my mom (because everyone else is still stuck inside the building) start leaving and I discover this thing is a tracker (who knows how. Maybe in my dreams I'm clairvoyant) . so I have to leave my mom behind because otherwise they'll find us. My best friend--whose name is Jake, by the way-- had disappeared. I'm worried he's been kidnapped. So now it's me and Tim. We head off and get farther but he breaks his leg. I have to leave him. Keep in mind this is in the middle of the wilderness.

And I go and I have to find help and rescue all of them before the aliens kill all my friends and family--some of whom exist, some of whom don't, and some of whom I've never met and will probably never have the chance to. *tear for Tim.*--and I'm doing this and

And I wake up and it's 9:30. nobody woke me up.

Sigh.

Well that's me for you.

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