Best Conversation # 3

Justin: How do you get to school?

Emily: With my handy dandy legs

Justin: Whoah. That's new

Emily: My new fangled mode of transportation...I'm thinking of patenting the idea

Justin: You should make a leg metropass.

Emily: I'm imagining how that might work....

Justin: It wouldn't.

I just like ideas with no follow up.

Emily: Me too.

I plan things all day long and never follow through.

Justin:We should make like an investment firm for people with idea that they cant follow.

They tell us the idea and we profit off of it.

Emily: That's sounds like a plan.

Tuesday.

Had my first tap class today.

Fun stuff.

Got to practice my parradiddles.

Today a funny thing happened to me today.

So we all know or have seen crazy people.

I hate to sound mean, but you know the kind of people I'm talking about.

The kind that mutter angrily to themselves,

or strike up random conversations with you in the subway.

Well I generally don't think too much about crazy people.

I never really think about what they do to eat and sleep and stuff like that.

But today, I went to this diner for dinner,

and there was a crazy man in front of me in line.

He was muttering to himself and everything.

And he ordered a double cheese burger with

mayonnaise, a TON onions...

(more onions please sir thank you sir more sir thank you so much sir)

and lots and lots of pickles.

It looked like a disgusting mess on a pair of buns.

I never even considered that crazy people would eat crazy things.

It was a strangely thought provoking experience.

But then, thinking about the lives of crazy people for a long time made me kind of sad,

so I stopped.

And the diner I went to was fabulous.

It was so wonderfully cliche.

The guy working there was this greasy old Italian man,

wearing an apron the fit very snuggly under his belly.

It had grease stains on it and everything.

He gave me a free pita.

Before I go, I'll leave you another heart throb.

.

I would just like to point out his godly bone structure.

Lazing on a Sunday...

I did nothing today.

It was a nice nothing though.

Not a depressing nothing.

Very relaxing.

Because I did nothing, I don't really have anything to talk about.

I'll just leave you with this picture.

That James Dean was one attractive cat.

Fame.

Ok.

I hate to sound cheesy, but Fame was the best movie EVER!

I want to go sing

and play cello and saxophone.

I want to go dance.

I wish I could dance.

I want to act.

I want to do SOMETHING.

AHH.

Go see this movie.

It's the most ridiculously inspirational movie ever.

You leave the theater wanting to express yourself,

however you possibly can.

Speaking of dancing,

I'm signing up for tap lessons...

As if my family and neighbors didn't already think I was loud enough.

Get ready for a deafening combination of tap dancing and sax playing.

And singing as loud as I can.

I swear to god, I want to belt my lungs out.

That movie is ridiculous.

Best conversation ever #2

Emily: What the hell Laura? What are you doing to my wenis???

Laura: Oh my god!

I have, like, the most humungonormous wenis ever!!!

Put your finger there... it's like a pig in a blanket.

*A wenis, for anyone who does not know,

is the skin on your elbow that is very stretchy.

Best conversation ever

Justin: Do you ever get those days where you wake up feeling really happy,

but then you're like

'I have no reason to feel happy today',

and the you get sad?

Emily: Yup.

Justin: That's me every Tuesday.

I've waited a year and IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!

Today is the first official day of fall.

That's right.

No more days that are so hot

the air sticks to your sweaty skin like an unflattering dress .

No more fat hairy men walking around without shirts on.

From now on

it'll be crisp mornings,

crunchy leaves,

a spread of colors that could give any painter an orgasm.

and that incomparable smell that is

Autumn.

I absolutely adore fall with a burning passion.

I can't express how much I love it.

Except today was a let down.

Not fall weather at all.

Mother Nature better get in touch with the calender soon, or I'll be one angry woman.

A short introduction...

I'm not too sure what to write about.

What will people find interesting?

I guess I should tell you a bit about myself.

That way, you can get some idea who I am.

But the thing is,

I'm not sure who that is just yet.

I guess it's because I'm still young and trying to 'find myself'.

I'll tell you what I know.

My name is Emily.

I'm 14 years old.

I like to take pictures.

Especially of flowers.

I really do like taking pictures of flowers.

I also really like music.

Ok, that was an understatement.

I'm totally obsessed with music.

Playing music. Singing music.Listening to music.

Music music music.

And that's pretty much it.

Honestly, I'm not all that interesting.

And I'll probably have to write about something besides myself to keep anyone interested.

My first ever blog post.

About a year ago, my Dad started a blog.

I laughed at the idea, convinced that blogs were solely for geeks who spent too much time in their basements.
Then I started reading The Sartorialist, Garance Dore, Sea of Shoes and many other blogs of that nature.

Now, I don't laugh at the idea of blogs.

In fact, I quite like the idea.

I even decided to start my own.

So here it is, my Blog.

The title of my blog was inspired by the great tragedy that is my twin brothers shoe size.

Poor Jackson, size 12 length, 4E width.