Tuesday, December 28, 2010


Hi everyone!
drum roll please...
Have you screamed? Have you toppled over in your computer chair? Have you had a coronary and had to be taken to the hospital?
I don't actually really know what "coronary" means, but I presume it's some sort of malfunction of the brain or something like that, due to extreme surprise. Maybe I'd just better say heart attack.
I am on page 350 of Emma, by Jane Austen, which is my long novel to read over Christmas break for the English assignment for the next semester. Oh yeah. Only...*counts on fingers*...195 more pages to go! YES!
But actually, I'm really enjoying the book. I mean, sometimes it feels like I'm just slogging through, but some parts made me laugh out loud and some are incredibly interesting. Jane Austen was actually born in the 1700s. THE 1700S!!! Can you believe that? And she wrote in the early 1800s.
And she is a genius who makes other possible writers feel like the mangiest of fuzzy caterpillars who thought they had some talent completely die.
Okay, so you people...*cough cough* BRIDGET AND, OF COURSE, ELI...may think that the story of actual people who are doing actual things and possibly falling in love is something that can just be sneezed away. But in fact, it is better than all the other superficial stuff out there. I mean, come on! Don't you think it's better than TWILIGHT, for the love of God? And I'm not saying that SOME fantasy isn't good.
I'm sorry, but I just have to interrupt that thought to say that Wheat Thins with sun-dried tomato and basil are the BEST THING EVER.
Anyway, I'm not saying that SOME fantasy and whatnot has its merits, and I am not opposed to reading it at times...and enjoying it greatly, might I add, so long as it's good. But all I'm saying is that we can't ignore the real world, and going into a fictional world that is still "the real world" can help us escape from the real world without taking us to some weird planet with craters or something that make us feel sad for some reason and very far away from home.
And yes, in case you were wondering. I am extremely hyper.
And Bridget, I'm sure Dune has its merits as well. But I would rather read about how that awful Mrs. Elton is prattling on about her stupid rich brother-in-law (in a super funny way) and how Harriet Smith and Mr. Woodhouse are being pathetically funny and sweet, and how Mr. Knightley (sigh, Mr. Knightley) is so wonderful and strong and handsome and noble and generally the most perfect man ever than about Lord Peevin or whatever his name is.
All of you who are not Bridget Ann Bohlin, ignore that last paragraph.
Well, my dad is watching Turner Classic Movies with that guy Robert Osborne on TV who does the commentary for the movies. Robert Osborne does not have a toupee, but that's pretty much the only thing he has going for him. He drinks, but is pretty good at not showing it, and sometimes when he's doing a little blurb for the movie he sways and slurs his words a bit. He is still alive, but it's debatable whether he has a soul. *gasp!* I bet the dementors sucked it out! Why didn't I think of that before???
My dear friends, what are you doing to ring the New Year in? It's gone by so quickly. In about 3 months...I'll be fourteen! For some reason, fourteen has always seemed like the pivotal age to me, which is sort of weird because thirteen is, after all, a teenager. But still. I don't know.
And come March 24th, I'll be able to crow over how I'm older than certain friends of mine. Bridget...Roan...Eli...heh heh heh.
Before I go, I have a few things to say.
1. This is the longest post ever.
2. I can't believe I have a wonderful, beautiful, extraordinary Mac.
3. My Mac's name is Warmson. Laugh all you want, but if you ever see "The Forsyte Saga" you'll be laughing on the other side of your faces. He's the butler in that God (or Goddess) of all movies. Nothing has ever really topped the OLD version of "The Forsyte Saga."
4. My desktop picture is a cute snow leopard who at the same time has that don't-mess-with-me expression on his face. I tried to do a picture of "The Forsyte Saga" (as Roan knows), but that...erm...didn't work out.
5. I am madly in love. With many things in this world.
6. Go buy Wheat Thins with sun-dried tomato and basil right now.
7. Goodbye! :) <3

Saturday, December 18, 2010


Hi everyone!
Could life BE more boring? I'm just sitting around wanting Christmas to come, and I'm all at sixes and sevens. There's nothing to DO.
In other news, my computer totally died, which is sad, but...I'M GETTING A MAC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does wild insane war-whoop dance* YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye! :) <3

Friday, December 17, 2010


Hi, everyone! Christmas is in the air and I am so ready for it! Presents, desserts, presents, tree, presents, free time, and presents. Did I mention presents? ;)
*sigh* Oh, it's all just so wonderful. I now know every single grade on my report card...except Math! Grrr. All of them are As and A pluses (and even HIGHER As and A pluses than last quarter, mark you) but I don't know about Math. I just want the report card to COME already!
Sorry if I sounded like I was bragging. But I'm just so happy.
Also, Mom is coming back from Boston today. She took my computer with her to totally renovate it, and so hopefully it will be better than it was.
People, let me tell you something. YOU NEED TO LEAVE SOME COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND FOLLOW ME, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't have a blog unless people are reading it, and right now it doesn't seem like many are.
Also, WATCH THE FORSYTE SAGA!!!!!!! It's a 26-episode miniseries, and it is SO GOOD!!!! So watch it, I tell you!
That's all for now. Bye!

Saturday, December 4, 2010


So...the essay failed. I realized that I actually DO need the book, because...well, it's too complicated to explain. I at least started it, but I've figured out a way to get the book while not letting Dad know I don't have it. When my mom and I go to church tomorrow, we can make a quick run up to Prep afterward and I can snatch it from my locker. It's great having outside lockers, you know.
This is the most pathetic thing ever. But yeah...that's my life. :)
I might review a book later. MIGHT. It's called "Reckless" by Cornelia Funke, and so far it's turning out to be quite good. I'm not usually into the whole fantasy thing, but this has grabbed my attention fairly well. More extensive review may be coming.
Bye for now! :)


Hey hey hey!
So...I've been really procrastinating on the English essay. Now I realized that I forgot the book we're supposed to do quotations from. Grrrr.
But I'm gonna look up some quotations on the web from the book. Hopefully it'll have what I need. (Is that allowed? Looking up quotations? Well, I hope so, because nothing else will save me unless I ask one of my parents to go and get it for me, which I'm sure as heck NOT gonna do, because then I'd actually have to admit that I forgot the book and be raked over the coals.)
Nutcracker starts up this coming week...AGH! With homework and swimming, I'm gonna die. I just emailed my music teacher and told him I can't participate in Arts Night, but I had to be really firm (read: snubbing) because he's the kinda guy who just sorta dangles around and doesn't really get the message until you shove it in his face. Which I hate doing. But sometimes it has to be done.
Do you think I should start reviewing books on here? Maybe. If I have time, which I don't. I seriously cannot wait for the Christmas holidays to come. It's just the few straggling weeks before the break, but unfortunately I can't slack off like I used to at Fayette, because now I actually have homework. Who knew, right?
This post is much longer than I originally intended it to be. I'll post it, then make another post right away chronicling my essay tribulations. Which none of you are probably interested in. But still. :)
COME TO THE NUTCRACKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! December 11th at 2 pm and 7:30 pm. YAY!!!!!!!! :)

Friday, November 26, 2010


Hello, dearly beloved friends!
MY BOOK IS NOW POSTED ON INKPOP. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D
So. You can get there by clicking on (or copying and pasting into the url bar thingie) this link:


DISCLAIMER: This book may not be completely interesting to the boys who read this blog. You can try it out if you want, but if you don't like it, don't say I didn't warn you. Girls: You'll probably like it.

Happy reading! :) <3  

Sunday, November 21, 2010


Hi everyone! :)
I am here now to talk about an amazing band called Hinder. Yes, yes, I know what you're all thinking. Hinder could sort of be classified as heavy metal, and I usually steer away from that sort of stuff. However. Hinder is truly amazing. Their best song (in my opinion) is called "Lips of an Angel."
And no, all you people who make fun of me (cue ELI) I do NOT just like Taylor Swift! (Although she is awesome.) There are other bands that I like. Cascada, for instance (the people who sing "Everytime We Touch") and others. So HA! ;)
Here is a clip for Hinder, in case any of you are interested in watching it. Bye! :)


Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Official Guide to Book Shopping at Borders

*stomps into room and plunks down in front of computer*
All right, my beloved friends. Now I am going to give you some entertainment, and give Borders my revenge! Ahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *cackles evilly* >:)
Here is The Official Guide to Book Shopping at Borders:
1. Ask parents if they will drive you to Borders. (Not Barnes & Noble or any other bookstore, because here in this wonderful town of Santa Fe we have only Borders. Pathetic, right?)
2. Get super excited. Think that this is the time you are going to have some real luck and get a book that you actually might read. Novel concept, huh?
3. Arrive at Borders. Steer yourself past the lady with the large behind who is slurping coffee and looks at you like you're psycho. Who knows why people do things these days?
4. Ignore the small children who are drooling, chewing, and/or eating things distastefully right in front of you.
5. Go into the young adult section. Do a quick scan of the books. Your heart begins to sink.
6. Open some books at random, hoping you'll find something half decent. Inwardly curse as you find that all of them begin with pretty much the same line: The strong, hot, fangy vampire stared at me with his green eyes and sauntered toward me, preparing to take me in his bicepy arms and bite into the soft flesh of my neck. Aaarrrggghhh!!!
7. Look at all the useless crap around you with a growing sense of dread. Realize that the world is most likely coming to an end if publishers actually allow this useless crap to even get past the hallowed doors of their agencies.
8. Inwardly curse some more and kick the leg of the middle table when you think no one is looking. This results in nothing more than a stubbed toe. Look up to find a very sketchy guy looking at you like you're psycho. This isn't the first time this has happened. Who knows why?
9. Desperately search one more time for anything, anything at all.
10. Realize that your mother is standing beside you, tapping her foot impatiently. Growl.
11. Leave Borders, cursing it and bookstores in general.
12. Decide you will never go to Borders again.

Sunday, November 7, 2010


Hi everyone! :) <3
I have something extremely important to tell you.
It's called Lady, and it's the story of Macbeth from Lady Macbeth's point of view. It. Is. Awesome.
However. I have posted the first three chapters on this fab writing website called Inkpop (which I mentioned in my first post) but I can't make it public yet until I reach the minimum of 10,000 words which you have to have to make a story public and available to read. And before you all start complaining about how bad it is to post stuff on the web, it's not just "on the web," it will be read by HarperCollins publishers if it makes it into the top five most popular books. And if they like it, it will get published. Of course, all this is only going to happen when the story is available to be read. Must write more chapters! *reaches frantically for bar of chocolate and insanely begins typing*
I will send you all the link once it's ready. Bye for now! :-D

Friday, October 29, 2010

The Interview :)

Hello, dearest of friends, families, and admirers!
Today I am bored, and therefore I have decided to do an interview of myself. Yes, that's right.

Here goes.

Interviewer: Why hello, Miss Davis. How are you doing today?
Me: Very well thank you, nice bald interviewer guy. (Aside: Have you noticed how interviewer guys are always bald?)
Interviewer: What is your favorite teletubby?
Me: Hmmm....let me think. *ponders* I'd have to say my favorite one of those lovely beings is Lala. She's yellow and sweet, and she has the best part in the teletubby song.
Interviewer: Have you ever thought of *cue scary sound effects* taking your own life?
Me: Maybe. Doesn't everyone?
Interviewer: Yes, well, have you ever made a plan?
Me: No, unless continuing to sit through math class counts as a plan.
Interviewer: What is your favorite part in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"?
Me: Oh geez, that's a hard one. Ummm....probably the part where they all sing "Bravely Bold Sir Robin." Or, no wait! The part where everyone eats the minstrels and they all go "yaaaayyyy" with deadpan expressions! No! The part where the monks are all chanting and slapping themselves on the head with books! ....I can't decide, okay?
Interviewer: Do you ever dance alone in your room and act completely spazzy while listening to music?
Me: No.
Interviewer: ....
Me: Okay, maybe. Yes. But don't tell anyone.
Interviewer: What are the bathrooms like at your school?
Me: It depends on which one you're talking about: the upscale one in the library, or the darkly scary one in the quad. You'll have to see for yourself.
Interviewer: What is the weirdest dream you have ever had?
Me: The one where one of my friends whose name I will not mention grew up to be Katharine Hepburn and then married my English teacher. You probably didn't want to know that.
Interviewer: Do you think the world is going to end?
Me: No.
Interviewer: If the world did end, what would it end by?
Me: Penguins.
Interviewer: Did you really see Orlando Bloum in London?
Me: Yes. I really did.
Interviewer: Was he as hot as they say?
Me: *laughs hysterically*
Interviewer: What's the name you secretly call yourself?
Me: Not telling.
Interviewer: Is there a giant pink rabbit out there waiting to eat us all?
Me: Heck yeah!
Interviewer: What's your favorite kind of chocolate?
Me: There is not an answer to that question and you know it.
Interviewer: Do you gamble?
Me: Um, yeah. DUH.
Interviewer: Who is your one true love?
Me: Ah ha haaaa....I'm sorry, what was the question?
Interviewer: Is there anything you would like to say before you depart?
Me: Yes. But I'm not going to tell you what it is.

Friday, October 22, 2010


I would just like to post a public apology about our guitar performance today at the Open House. Everything was all so surreal and....distorted. Everything was blown out of proportion and I was going very fast and I was just so excited and nervous that it was like nothing was actually real. There was a part of me that was watching it all from above, thinking about it and processing it and laughing. When I saw Roan and Eli and even Simon, for crying out loud, my brain just stopped working and I could no longer think or think of a single intelligent thing to say. It was just so....awkward. It was as if none of this was even a part of my life. After the Open House was probably one of the most confused times I have ever experienced. Have you ever felt like laughing and crying at the same time, and you don't know which to do? That's how I felt. Well, that's all I have to say. Bye.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Cassie....and other things

Cassie is my dog. Have you ever had a dog that makes you feel as if you should be paying to look at her?
She's an Australian Shepherd/Husky/mutt. She has eyes that are like deep pools of dark chocolate, a satin nose, whiskers, a velvet muzzle, a rose-pink tongue, silky ears, a sleek grey/white/gold/brown fur coat, and a truly magnificent tail. It is long and feathery and looks like a pennant, and is almost dazzling to look at when the sun shines through the fur at the right angle.
And now that I have finished with that, let us move on.
I'm a writer....sort of. Sometimes I'd say that I'm more like a starving artist. I have most certainly been through every single "How to write a great novel" and "How to write a great first sentence" and "How to develop great dialogue, plot, and characters" site on the internet. I'm sorry, but they're just fun to read.
I procrastinate to no end. I will open my computer sometimes and just sit there and stare at it until my eyes get tired, then pout and slam it shut, not having produced a single word. I will sit on the couch and stare into space, "thinking about my next novel" but really only pretending to think and actually just wondering what we're going to have for dinner tonight and trying to keep my eyes from straying towards the chocolate in the freezer. I have tried every single writer's technique in the whole world. Occasionally I will produce something halfway decent, then think, "Huh. How did I do that?" then promptly put it away, try to write something else, and utterly fail. I find, strangely, that the only things I have really succeeded with are comic things. This annoys me. I mean, I love to read and write funny stuff, but in the end I would rather make my audiences equally laugh and cry.
And then there are the love scenes. *grinds teeth* I HATE the love scenes. I don't know about you, but I can never seem to think of anything to SAY. And when I finally do write something, it seems dreadfully forced. Plus, I'm always strangely ashamed to have anyone read the love scenes. My dad said to me once, "Never write a line that you would be ashamed of having Brother Alan read." (Brother Alan is my English teacher. Does meditation. Is a monk. Totally awesome. Very long story which I will not go into now.) But the problem is, I LOVE reading about love (when it is skillfully crafted, that is) and I, for one, do not think any book should be written without at least a hint of romance somewhere between its pages. Writing it is a whole different kettle of fish. And if I'm ashamed to have my own parents and friends read the love scenes, I don't even want to THINK of what would happen if I let Brother Alan read them.
Grrrr....it's hard. Very hard. But in the end, I will succeed. :)

-Emily <3

Hi! :-D

Hi, everyone! Guess what? This is my VERY FIRST BLOG POST!!!!! I'm so excited! :)
Anyway, I'm Emily. Before I go any further, I must say one important thing....this blog is directed at others besides all of you who I emailed telling you about it. (As well as everyone else in the world who may read this.)  It is also meant for the people on Inkpop, a fabu writing website on which you can post stories and books and such. So yeah. :)
A list of things about myself seems to be in order. I love making lists, so here is The Official List of Things You Never Knew About Me:
1. Chocolate, duct tape, and Gandalf rule the world. Can anyone really dispute this fact? Answer: No.
2. I can and will unashamedly sing along with every single Disney Princess movie song ever made. *strikes pose* I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream....
3. I read classic books. In my mind, most fantasy books=garbage. Of course, there are SOME exceptions (can anyone say "Harry Potter"?) but I just prefer to read about families and dogs and things that are actually noble and true. I know that may sound stupid, but it's the truth.
4. I watch classic movies. I do like modern movies as much as anyone else, but when it comes down to it I have way more movies like "Singin' in the Rain" and "Meet Me in St. Louis" than movies like "13 Going on 30." (I like "13 Going on 30," however. Don't get me wrong.)
5. I like school. *cowers in fear* I know, I know! Feel absolutely free to write me off as someone you will never ever ever want to meet, but I do. I like....well, learning things. Is that so wrong? And oh yeah, I also like seeing my friends. *smiles adorably*
6. Dogs are THE greatest animals in the entire world. Cats are nice too, but would a cat sit there and wordlessly comfort you if you had fallen off a cliff and were clinging to the merest scrap of a root and sitting on a rock that may crumble if you move the tiniest bit and wondering how much longer you have to live? Answer: No. The reason dogs don't live as long as humans is because they're already so good when they're born that they don't need very much time to try to work out their faults and atone for their sins, because they don't HAVE any faults or sins. Quote: "A dog's work is to love and be loved."
7. I was thinking of saying something about my parents, but I changed my mind.
8. I want to be a writer. It is the only thing I have ever wanted to be since I was five. Sadly, though, I have that awful deficiency that doesn't allow me to finish more than, oh, say, one story a year. Who knows why? Perhaps because I criticize myself too much, or not enough. Perhaps because I *cough cough* spend more time doing other....um....productive (read: procrastinating) things. Like typing this blog, for instance.
9. I can't really think of anything else to say, but I've never liked the number 8 and I don't want to have only eight things about myself. Let's make it a nice ten. If I can think of anything else to say, that is.
10. I thought of one: Goodbye....for now! :-D

-Emily <3