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 29, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Apology
*sigh*
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.
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
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
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
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