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YOU'RE ALIVE! :D Stop being a hermit, my friend. You only have a month left in Manassas! Hope you're getting started on all of that college shopping. :)

I'm glad you're back from the beach. We need to hang out pronto. I think David was planning a swimming date this weekend. You best not be busy.


My hair is being stupid. I really liked it the first few days, but now it's just being impossible. The bottom of it still wants to be curly, which is just making it look dumb. It should be manageable by the time school comes around. At least it's short enough to keep in a bun. Boo. I think I'd like it a lot if I didn't still semi have a perm, and with fine hair I'm sort of doomed to a life with short hair.

I went to the doctors today and got blood drawn. No passing out on babies, luckily. Didn't even pass out. Just did my normal, "I can not move do not make me move" deal. Shaking, cold sweats- the usual. Doctors are horrible and only cause you harm. :(

Too bad you didn't bump into us. I showed him all the spectacular sites: "LOOK. THERE IS A CABOOSE IN OLD TOWN. LETS GO STAND ON IT". It was wonderful, and I wish it could have lasted more then a couple hours. But I'll driving down to Charlottesville in 4 short days. Only problem with those 4 days is that I have zero ways to talk to him.

I love babies too much, Sarah. I can't stop watching baby shows. Baby shows and wedding shows. At one point I was flipping back and forth between "Whose Wedding is is Anyway" and "Say Yes to the Dress", and realized that I was sort of pathetic.

I'm okay with this.

Oh, okay.

You disappeared from the world, Sarah Clements. I am not okay with this.

Today was perfect. Good to know.

Wait, what?

So. Jacob is going to be in Manassas tomorrow.

What?!?!

That is crazy and completely unexpected. I knew I was going to see him in Cville on Monday, but yesterday he was all, "Oh, I'll just take a detour to Manassas on my drive from Ohio and see you on Wednesday" (He never said those actual words in that order. I am lying. But you get the point).



I am completely ecstatic, of course. I haven't seen him in 64 days, and in those 2 months he's become one of my very best friends. There's just so much riding on this date. I hope we're as perfect in person as we are over the phone.

Commence flipping out. Ready, go.

On an unrelated note, my mom bought a box of those freeze-pop things and I can't stop eating them. Luckily they're the mini kind and only have 20 calories.

Exactly one month until band camp. I guess I should actually start shopping and planning for back to school packing. Maybe order some textbooks.

I love life. and freeze pops.

And you. <3

I've gotten attached to including pictures in my posts. Here is a flipping awesome giant squid cake.

When did the giant squid become my thing? That is an entirely random animal to associate myself with.

Sometimes Emily Makes Sudden Decisions

So much for the whole, "I'm going to let my hair grow out thing!" Enjoy this heavily unattractive picture of me.

Memory lane

Yesterday I hung out with the band crew for the first time in awhile. Melissa texted me earlier in the day inviting me bowling, and I immediately agreed. It just screamed high school. "Hey guys, what do you want to do tonight?" "I don't know. Let's go bowling again."

The group consisted of me, David Jung, David Thompson (who I haven't seen in almost a year and have missed horribly), CHUK, Tyler, Melissa, Cassie, and Katie. It was so much fun, and it really felt like life before college (and even before Christian). Inside jokes were rehashed and much laughter ensued. I was greeted with cries of "ABLAFLEM" and didn't even flinch when David excitedly screamed, "PRIVATE FIRECROTCH" as he typed "FC" as my bowling name. That nickname is never going to go away, and at this point I don't even mind. He'll always be the Captain Fancypants to my Private FC. At every ridiculous moment I couldn't help but think, "Hey, this is sort of my family". David Jung- the gay best friend whom I feel comfortable enough to inappropriately touch and notify when his butt is sweaty. David Thompson- my personal teddy bear and my big black body guard. I remember so many late nights walking in between the two of them and feeling safe on the sketchy Manassas streets. Chuk Li- someone I've missed more then I've realized, and I'm glad we're okay after a long falling out. Melissa- one of the few people I decided was worth keeping after graduation (you made the cut too, Sarahtonin). Tyler- the guy who once saved me from death by lacrosse ball and informs me whenever I say something remotely dirty sounding. And me- the bubbly girl who climbs all over everyone, has silly dance moves, and also doubles as mom whenever the situation requires.

I've relaxed a lot since last year, though. If the boys want to stack all the music stands in the band room, I'm not going to yell at them (true story). If they want to run around like children and steal each others turns, so be it. They're sort of my hyperactive children. I can't tell you how many times I got up to bowl only to have a David run up and throw a ball before me. Or having them steal the ball from me as I go to throw it, causing me to scream very loudly.

Basically, the night was really nostalgic and just filled me with so much happiness. It brought me back to the weekends of my senior year- Tony's for pizza, bowling, ghettoplex for a movie. Or sectionals during band camp, when I never actually wanted to do real work and would instead go crash the low brass sectional in the orchestra office. I'd sit and tell secrets with David and Tyler. Tyler would try to lie down with his sousaphone on and fall off the table. Or when I'd stand on the top of the stool during dismissal because I couldn't keep a straight face with David Jung and Chuk bellowing in my face. See? So much nostalgia. I feel guilty that I hadn't remembered these people when I've been moping around the house this summer. They're the people that have been around the longest, and the people I never want to forget.

On the ferry to Ellis Island. I like this because they are all sitting on me, and shortly after Sieloff screamed, "CHUK. STOP GYRATING ON EMILY"

Outside of Rockefeller Tower, after I had conquered my fears.

A very typical David sandwich

Annoying everyone else on the bus with our sing a longs.

Bowling last year. Of course.

They're my family, and while the CMB is great, it can never ever replace my days as a screaming eagle.

You wrote and now I want to write.

This time next month I'll be packing. While packing stinks, this prospect is highly exciting. I miss Charlottesville. I miss UVA and I miss Thomas Jefferson and I miss being social every day. When left in isolation like I am now, I tend to forget there's any other way of life.

I predict a massive load of stress for 1st semester. I'm taking the normal course load along with Wind Ensemble and marching band, leaving me a very small minimal amount of free time to do unimportant things, such as homework. I also predict a ton of fun, though. I'm very ready to be reunited with KKPsi. My class got so freakishly close and I still have that group mentality going on. I don't think I mentioned it here, but I got on the committee I wanted (There are 4- Membership, Social, Fundraising, and Service). I'm on membership, so I'll get to help plan exciting things like rush. :) At this point there's pretty much a 100% chance that I will have a boyfriend, which will be exciting. There's a risk I may turn into that girl who drops all her other friends to hang out with her boyfriend all the time. Sarah Clements, if that happens, it is your job to break into my suite, put a pillow case over my head, and... I don't know where I was going with this. But it's your job, so don't let me down.

Work is going dandy.Yesterday when I was setting a display, the glass bottom of one the bottles just fell off, drenching me in its contents- which happened to be "sensual lotion for romance". I found the situation humorous afterward, but not when I had to mop it off my bright pink apron. Heavy lifting is also giving me arm muscles. I do not know how I feel about it. I had previously accepted the fact that my activities would only add to my man calves and I would never have upper body strength. I can't have man calves AND man calves.

2 years since gov school. Last year on facebook everyone posted emotional statuses. Haven't heard a thing this year, but I know it's not from a lack of appreciation. An experience like that is with you forever (ANNE MARIE'S DOUBLE D'S. THE MONKEY WILL EAT YOUR FACE. I WANNA MAKE LOVE IN THIS FOREST RIDE). <3

The 4th of July was an experience. Randal, Noelle, a bunch of Jay's drunken friends, and McCluskey (lolwut) came over and we demolished a bushel of crabs. So barbaric. Then I milled about town with Randall and Noelle and we ended up at the Old Town fireworks. The most exciting moment happened about 5 minutes into the show, when the fireworks suddenly stopped, all the firetrucks lit up and rushed to the school. OMG OSBOURN WAS BURNING DOWN, OR SOMEONE HAD EXPLODED. Everyone was confused for like 20 minutes. Turns out some grass just caught on fire, and eventually the show resumed. We preferred to believe that someone had exploded though, so the final half of the show became a memorial for Bill in our minds- the brave firework man who lost his life.

It is 100 degrees here. I am not okay with this. Not planning on leaving my house at all today.

Kay. Random entry over. Luff yew, hottie pants.

Because I know you missed looking at me

It is ridiculously hard to post in summer when nothing is going on.

I think a date is in order when you get back from the beach. Let's don our ski masks and go vandalize things, like we normally do (or maybe just you, Miss I Like Hitting Parked Cars). I am excruciatingly bored. There are only so many hours I can spend playing bubble shooter and losing. Most days I have the dignity to shower and put on pants. Some days I even put in contacts and wear makeup so I can pretend that someone might see me on the off chance I step out of the house. But EVERY day I convince myself there is a murderer in the basement and I am going to die so the only natural thing to do is cower in the corner of the side room with my decrepit dogs around me. But I have officially survived over half of summer. 44 days until band and 14 days until I can see Jacob, who needs a nickname for when I write about him so I feel like more of a badass. Any suggestions?

If I was a furry, I'd want to be a sea lion.

I'm really only writing this because I like doing things while I sing along loudly to my iPod. It is currently Far Away by Ingrid Michealson. I like this song because it has a brief mention of redheaded babies, which I really want.

I will live my life as a lobstermen's wife on an island in the blue bay.

He will take care of me. He will smell like the sea.
And close to my heart he'll always stay.
I will bear three girls, all with strawberry curls.
Little Ela and Nellie and Fay (what horrible names, Ingrid)

While I'm combing their hair I will catch his warm stare on our island in the blue bay.

I hope vacation is fun. I hope your molester cousin isn't there (this story still confuses the hell out of me). I hope you're not getting too sunburnt. I hope you found a hottie to romantically skip around the beach with.

Also, Knife Fight just came on shuffle, and it made me miss you immensely. It also possessed me to do this.

(Those are my tickle claws of death. Also, the bunny ears were necessary)

(Squuidy doesn't have a name. He needs one)

You're welcome.

On an unrelated note, read this blog because it is hilarious and made me want to wet my pants laughing on more then one occasion: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/