Saturday, November 19, 2011

An Extremely Random Blog Post

I may be brilliant. Really.
I may also be very pathetic.
Creating a Disney radio station on Pandora could be either one of those things---brilliant or pathetic---and I haven't decided which yet. Knowing me, probably the second one.
But really, who doesn't love Disney? Right now, "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" from Cinderella is playing. It totally takes me back to my childhood. *dances around waving magic wand* Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!
I may need to have a Disney movie marathon over Thanksgiving break. You're all welcome to join me.
Speaking of Thanksgiving break...IT'S ALMOST HERE! And you know what that means CHRISTMAS! And, oh no, you know what that means I haven't even STARTED getting presents for people yet. When I was little I used to start in August. It was great.
Anyway, I feel that I need to be really creative with presents this year. I mean, last year I was too lazy to even get anyone outside my super-immediate family anything. And now, considering certain circumstances, I need to broaden my generosity this year. Really, if some people wouldn't be so nice to me all the time and shower me with gifts, I would need to give THEM anything. The nerve of some people.
However, present-giving requires money, and God forbid I would have any of that. So basically, I have two options here:
a) Make something "from the heart" (read: extremely crappy), or
b) Beg money off parents and buy something not crappy, but equally from the heart.
Yeah. I think I'll go with b.
Well, I don't really have anything else to say. Time to go eat.

Saturday, September 17, 2011


So, I know it's September 17th, but just now I made a split-second decision to write about 9/11. I'm only fourteen, and so I was four when it happened, and I don't remember anything. My mom said I was at preschool when it happened, and she and my dad only saw it on the TV. However, I still have something to say about it.
Monday was the tenth anniversary of 9/11, and so of course everybody was walking around with solemn faces and sad moods. A couple whose names I will not mention came to speak about 9/11 at my school. They had been there when it happened. The woman was telling us about how her best friend died in one of the towers because she wouldn't leave a disabled man. And she started to cry. And at that point, I felt that I actually understood at least a tiny piece of the horror that those people went through that day. She told us about how her brother walked four miles to get their daughter back to their house. The man told us about how his best friend died three years after the event, from all the smoke that got into his system. It was one of the most moving things I have ever seen.
However, I wish people would stop talking about it. Don't they realize that there are people who are still in therapy because of the awful things that they saw there? Don't they realize that bringing it up all over again does NOTHING? Really, if you can tell me a good reason why we should keep "celebrating" 9/11, I would love for you to tell me. We have got to move on from this. I mean, there are still things every day that amply remind us of what happened. We don't need to do this huge thing every time September 11th rolls around.
I do feel that I understand a little bit of what really happened now, though. And I'm glad of that. And that is all I have to say.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Not-So-Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Where do you get inspiration?
A: Meerkats.

Q: You're really weird, aren't you?
A: Yes. And it's just going to get weirder from here.

Q: Describe your typical day.
A: Wake up. Count back the days from last shower. It's really weird; I usually wake up with an obnoxious song, completely of my own creation, running through my head. With words and melody and everything. Then, two seconds later, I totally forget it. I could have a career as a failed songwriter. Anyway. Take 30 minutes longer than it takes anyone else to get ready. The reason for this is that between the toothbrushing/bedmaking/trying to find something that is even a distant cousin to clothing, I have to stop and do something random. Actually, that's the case of my whole life.

Q: Like what?
A: Annoy someone by singing "Baby," perfecting some sort of Russian/Spanglish/valley girl accent, untangling a necklace I will probably never wear (I have SO much jewelry that I never wear, I swear I could set up my own store by now), asking my mother WHY she is texting when she should be making breakfast, doing a dance from High School Musical...the list goes on.

Q: If there was a movie of your life, what would it be?
A: Well, for starters, I wouldn't be in it. I would pick some adorable actress to play me, and I would play the spectacular part of "Sir Not Appearing in This Movie." (A gold star to anyone who knows that reference.) And there would be seahorses. Lots of them. And of course, there would be an awesome song and dance number at the end, preferably to "Time of My Life" with some strapping hunk-and-a-half-who-also-has-a-brain dancing around with me, and always ready to catch me when I run and jump into his arms.

Q: What song do you always rock out to?
A: Oh, that's easy. "Hungry Eyes" by Eric Carmen. I remember one time my friend and I were in a hotel room in New York City, and the beds came with these silver snakeskin pillows that were about as long as guitars. We began to jump on the amazingly fluffy beds, and at one point I began to "play" the pillow as if it was a guitar. (I play fake guitars a lot. Perhaps I should learn the real guitar.) And then I started smashing the pillow on the bed, like I was smashing my guitar. This was also accompanied by real hair-flips from my friend and failed hair-flips from me. Seriously, I CAN'T flip my hair. It just refuses to go down. If I try to flip it, it just trickles lamely down around my face.

Q: I've heard you're rather smart. Could you do X-Y-Z of homework for me, and in German because it's for German class, and turn it in by 3:15 PM tomorrow because that's when it's due?
A: Contrary to popular belief, I can hardly keep up with my own homework, and starting over with someone else's is about as appealing to me as sitting on an ice cold desert peak while wearing socks three sizes too big while being surrounded by a pack of bloodthirsty mongooses who are angry because I ate their supply of WheatGerm. So...sorry, but no.

Q: Describe your homework process.
A: Sit down at desk/computer. Vow not to get distracted. Sing an inspirational song in my head ("Let's go Emily, let's go!" *clap clap clap*). Look up videos of cute animals playing drums. Start outline of English paper. Stop to kiss dog's nose. Eat snack. Try to plan outfit for the next day. Realize I forgot crucial book/pencil/bit of paper/dandelion seed, without which I cannot do homework. Manage to spit up words/math problems/pieces of chocolate onto the paper. Realize how much homework I still have left to do. Get "Runaround Sue" stuck in head. Sing it out loud, but realize I only know two words, so most of the song consists of "Da da da da daaaaaa, whoaaaaa wa wa whoaaaaaa." Whine vigorously. Spit up more words/math problems/chocolate. Grumble happily. Reward self with traditional rockout and cookie. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Q: How do you handle your social life and what is it like?
A: Social life?

Q: Um...let me rephrase. Do you HAVE a social life?
A: I not only do not have one, I am not even familiar with the concept.

Q: Can I be in the movie of your life?
A: I thought we discussed this earlier. The movie, I mean. Someone's quite unorganized today. Anyway, yes, you can. In fact, you can be anyone but me. The role of "me" I am reserving for That Adorable Actress Who Everyone Loves But Whose Name Escapes Me At the Moment.

Q: Who is your greatest role model?
A: Probably my parents. They help me with stuff, as well as being so kind as to make my lunch for me. I am...lunchily challenged. Plus they actually make sense, unlike me.

Q: If you were stuck on a deserted island, what would you have with you?
A: I've always thought this question was dumb. I mean, if I KNEW I was going to be stuck on a deserted island, I obviously wouldn't GET stuck on one. Duh. I'm not going to say food and water, because that's obvious. Well...probably my friends. And a radio, even though a deserted island wouldn't have reception. The reason I would have my friends is because we are all such geniuses that we would be able to figure out a way to get off that freaking island in no time.

Q: Are the characters in your stories based on people you know?
A: Psh. No. Why would you even ask?

Q: Do you think zombies will come?
A: No. No. No. And again, no.

Q: But what if they did?
A: I would die. Seriously. When I see movies like Harry Potter, it always blows my mind that these people are so brave in this danger. Like, if I was with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I would be no help at all. Because instead of using the clever Expelliarmus charm to kill Voldemort, I would shriek "AHHHHHH! HE HAS NO NOSE!" and run screaming in the opposite direction, scattering helpless pedestrians as I went.

Q: Would you like to be my friend?
A: The more friends, the better. I am a very easy person to make friends with. Usually I make a huge faux pas, though, by saying something like "What's your name?" to a random person and scaring them off forever. But yeah. Of course. Be my friend. By the way, what's your name?

Q: Do you have a fake eye?
A: No. It would be funny to have one, though the circumstances under which I would have to GET one would probably not be so funny. But I could scare people by popping it out at random moments, or sticking it in a glass of water and shoving it in people's faces. Like Mad-Eye Moody. Although he turns out to be that gross guy Barty or whatever, and it's sad because you don't find out what he's actually like as a teacher. He reappears, but just to, like, hustle Harry around. It's sad.

Q: What is your life like?
A: Random. Funny. Strange. Less than glamorous. Crazily awesome.

Q: Any last words?
A: What, you're gonna kill me? Oh, right. The questions are ending. Got it. Time for bed.

Bye! :D

Friday, August 19, 2011

High School!

So, on Monday, high school is starting. I'm actually not that nervous, because I'm still going to the same school, just a different section of it.
That's all I really have to say about high school. I mean, I got my schedule, which is good. And I have a free period first thing every day, which technically means I DON'T HAVE TO BE AT SCHOOL TILL NINE EVERY MORNING OF EVERY DAY OF THE WHOLE YEAR! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, I have to make an apology to two people who probably know who they are. The two people who used to make up "the triad" with me. And now that triad is broken apart, and I lost a friend. So...I'm sincerely sorry to both of you for the way all this worked out.
Anyway, hopefully high school will put all of this in perspective.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Epic. A word I have been using way too much lately. But for good reason.
I have not blogged since May 14th, as I have been much too (COUGH, COUGH, COUGH) busy. However, I have decided to do this new post about...what else? HARRY POTTER!
Now renamed The Most Epic and Awesome Movie That Has Ever Happened. EVER.
It was SO awesome.
It was funny, though, because before the movie there was all this confusion. The fourteen-year-olds, for various reasons, wanted to sit apart from the grownups, but then we realized that there was someone else sitting behind us who we didn't want there, so we had to move AGAIN. And there were these two old guys in our row, and they were literally keeping COUNT of the times I moved. They were like, "Now that's the third time." Obviously they needed to see that little lizard (oh, excuse me, gecko) from Geico talking in his Australian accent on the screen, and couldn't bear anyone to talk or move for fear it would hamper their view.
Anyway. Back to the actual movie. It followed the book really, really well, except for a few small things which I wouldn't have noticed if the people on either side of me hadn't felt the need to keep pointing them out. (My friend: "What? WHAT? Snape is supposed to die IN THE SHRIEKING SHACK!" Me: " doesn't matter THAT much." My other friend: "Did you just say it doesn't matter????" And so on.)
One of the best parts was the scene between Snape and McGonagall. When she whirled out with her wand, it was simply extraordinary. People were clapping all over the place, and the spells were flying, and finally SHE BEAT HIM! "I always wanted to use that spell." :D
The deaths were also perfect. When Bellatrix died, EVERYONE clapped. WOO HOO! MRS. WEASLEY! And it was so, so, SO sad when Fred died. I knew it was going to happen, but that just made it all the more sad.
Oh, and one word: NEVILLE. Did you SEE how completely awesome he was in this movie? When he cut off the snake's head, and how he made that speech about "It doesn't matter if Harry's dead. People die every day. He'll still be here, fighting with us." That was incredibly epic. And it was also nice how at the end, it was implied that he and Luna would get together.
AND the scene in the forest with Harry's parents. I'm a sucker for "I'm so proud of you, son" scenes, and this was the grandfather of them all. SO great.
When Voldemort died, it was kind of weird because he just sort of...disintegrated. It made my skin feel crawly. But it was also cool, how he just crumbled to dust. BUT they didn't have the scene where Harry says, "Try, man. Try for some remorse." And I was kind of disappointed about that. But still.
And you have to be grateful for small blessings. At least he wasn't naked in King's Cross. :P
The epilogue = amazing. Rupert Grint looked EXACTLY the same, except for maybe a little more beard. And they all went off on the train...again...AND NO MORE HARRY POTTER MOVIES EVER AGAIN!
But let's not think about that. Let's just think about the awesomeness. :)

Saturday, May 14, 2011


So I am completely in a fog when it comes to story ideas. Honestly, how do people write so well? More importantly, how do they commit to what they are writing? Some people have whole blogs about the book they're doing, whereas I, on the other hand, have a blog nonexistent book. And yes, Lady is a book on Inkpop, but it's sad because I've basically abandoned it. The problem is that there is no longer TIME. Where did all the TIME go? I ask you.
Oh my gosh. I just had an earth-shattering idea. What if...I WENT BACK TO LADY????? YES!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!!!
I think I just had a breakthrough here. But of course, I would have to read through the whole beforehand part of the story and remind myself of what's actually happening, heh heh.
In other news, I'm wearing this awesome ring. And no one really reads this blog. It's basically just a "published" (yeah, right) thing where I spout off about random stuff. And I am just going to say something, because he's probably never going to read it anyway: ELI DEAN FELICIANO NEVER TAKES MY ADVICE!!!!!!!! THE WHOLE KING'S SPEECH THING WAS TOTALLY DIFFERENT!!!!!!!!! SO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (And he never reads my blog)
The Far Side is awesome. Gary Larson made up this whole thing of phobias, here's two of them:
Luposlipaphobia: The fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor.
Antidaephobia: The fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you.
DUCKS! They rank almost second in awesomeness to elephants. Along with bears. (I just love saying the word bear. Bear bear bear.) And platypi. And STINGRAYS. I can't swim along the bottom of a pool like others can because I just float to the top, and my awesome friend Joy was like, "Pretend you're a stingray gliding along the bottom of the ocean." I have petted a stingray. It was smooth. And shiny. Dragons are cool too, but they're too overplayed. Phoenixes = awesome. And lions and tigers. Of course, nothing will ever beat elephants. Words cannot describe how awesome they are.
Speaking of, here are my two new favorite songs:
"If This Was a Movie" by Taylor Swift
"She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5
Right there, people. The awesomest.
Of course I'm procrastinating. The only time I ever write this blog is when I'm procrastinating. I'm not one of those people whose blog is, like, their life. Where do those individuals find the TIME to blog and do everything else too? It's beyond me.
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday and we get to go out for a fancy dinner.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend, people. Everyone knows THAT. Well, except for chocolate. And all her other friends. :P

Saturday, April 30, 2011


Have you ever heard a song on the radio, and immediately you're transported back to a place in your memory? It's like what the philosopher Freud said about the subconscious---you don't actively remember anything about it, but something, like music, can bring it back. (Oh my gosh, I just realized that English class has crept into my blog post. Well, it had to happen sometime.)
Anyway, all of you should message me and tell me about your memory-bringing-back songs. I would love to hear them. Here are some of mine:

"Sparks Fly" by Taylor Swift: When my mom and I were going to see the 7th Harry Potter, Part One, and I was thinking about...certain things. (Many of you know what I'm talking about.)
"I'll Just Hold On" by Blake Shelton: I was eleven, and my parents and I were driving from Philadelphia to Avalon, New Jersey. Our rental car had the Prime Country station with no commercials, and we heard that song about a million times. (I loved it every time.)
"The Heart Won't Lie" by Reba McEntire: This was the "our song" for me and the very first guy I had a crush on. :)
"Forget You" by Cee Lo Green: When I was in the bus, with one of my best friends, driving out to the South Side of town along with my school. And she and I, and a few other people, sang it at the top of our lungs.
"Lips of an Angel" by Hinder: This was my first breakthrough to liking music other than country. I just had a totally new outlook after I had heard it, and it's still one of my favorite songs.
"Love the Way You Lie" by Rihanna and Eminem: So the first time I heard this song I didn't like it at all. But I kept hearing it everywhere, and one day in Science class the teacher played it on his computer, and the ENTIRE class just started singing. There was such a feeling of unity, and when I heard it again after that I realized what a meaningful song it is. (And yes, you do need to give the rap a chance. Even though it's rap, it's good.)
"That's My Job" by Conway Twitty: This is the song for my dad and I. He played it for me one afternoon a few years ago, and it still makes me cry every time I hear it.
"There Is a God" by Lee Ann Womack: I was young, and my parents and I were driving back from the airport, and it was very dark. This song came on the radio, and it was just so perfect.
"Time to Be Your 21" by Alexz Johnson: I first heard this song on a show, and liked it. I'm still not completely sure what it means, but it brings back so many memories of the times I felt brave, or happy.

And on that note, dear friends, I will leave you. :) <3

Monday, April 11, 2011

Seasons in the Sun

The only reason I named this blog that title you see up there is because 1) it's nostalgic and 2) it mentions the ABCs, which is what I'm going to be covering here for you today.
Yes, my friends, I am now going to give you a fun fact for each letter of the alphabet. Why, you ask? Um, because I'm hyper. Duh. Anyone who even slightly knows me knew the answer to that question without having to ask.

A-Apples. They can be good, if they're, uh, good. And my dad has a very big obsession with them. Sometimes he'll eat a banana, and then he'll just grab an apple right after. *shrug*
B-Bennie and the Jets. Oh yes. I LOVE that song. SO MUCH. And I actually know the real lyrics; I'm probably the only person in the known world who does. Hey kids, shake it loose together, spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather, we'll kill the fatted calf tonight, so stick around...we're gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound...
C-Chocolate. Really. Who doesn't love it? I mean, except Eli. And all those, uh, other people I know who don't like it. But, you know, besides them. And Casablanca. THE movie. Humphrey Bogart + Ingrid Bergman = awesomeness. "Here's looking at you, kid."
D-DISNEY. SO GREAT. I can literally discourse for a whole hour on the Princess movies alone. Oh my gosh! I am totally going to do my next blog post on that! And, of course, Dogs. The best animals in the world.
E-Emily. My name. As every one of you who is not completely clueless knows. Oh yeah, and English. My favorite subject. SOME people, apparently, feel the need to take over that class one sarcastic comment at a time. Not so for me. English RULES.
F-Family. The most important thing.
G-GONE WITH THE WIND. YES. Gone With the Wind is an absolutely perfect movie, an epic love story. Clark Gable. Vivian Leigh. The Old South. YES! How could you get better? Also God Loves Ugly, which is an absolutely life-changing song. Just saying. (Not that I feel that way about myself, but still.)
H-Hi. A word I say much too often.
I-I? Wait, how do you spell this? Is it "I"? (If you don't know what that's from go read Calvin and Hobbes NOW.)
J-Joy. Find it in each moment.
K-K. My favorite letter.
L-Life. You know, it's the best thing that could happen to anyone. I mean, yeah, bad things might be happening, but at least you're alive. Oh my gosh! I just remembered something. There was this time when I was feeling really down, and Eli and I played this game where he would say, "Okay. You have two minutes. Think of good things, and do not stop until the two minutes are up." And I'd always start with "Well, I'm alive." (That would, of course, be followed by "The sky is blue." I mean, come on. That's a wonderful thing. What if it were green? THAT would be bad.)
M-Movies. Old and classic ones, to be exact. I LOVE them. Do you guys have the channel Turner Classic Movies? If not, you have to get it. It will always have a movie that is absolutely wonderful, like Roman Holiday (Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. You cannot get better) or It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World (THE funniest movie in the entire world. I am not kidding). Plus, they actually kiss well in those movies. Not any of this disgusting slobbery stuff they show in movies these days. I mean, I do like new movies too, like Stardust and 27 Dresses (with JAMES MARSDEN, plus it has THE SONG in it), but old movies just can't be beat.
N-Never. Say that word. OHHHHH, NEVER SAY NEVER!!!!!!!!!!! (Calm down, guys. I don't like Justin Beiber. I just said that to get a rise out of all of you. Just like how I'll always start singing "Baby" in English class to annoy my friend. *wipes tear from eye* Ahhh, good times, good times.)
O-Opposites. Without them, we wouldn't have a real sense of anything. I mean, if the sky hadn't turned orange on that memorable day in July 1701, we'd never know the real joy of it being blue. Right?
P-Pride and Prejudice. The OLD one. The OLD one. Did you hear? The OLD one. The one with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle. NOT the one with fish-lips Keira Knightley. The only movie Keira is good in is Bend it Like Beckham. And OMG, have you guys seen The King's Speech? Colin Firth is GREAT in it. Actually, he's great in everything. And he wasn't too bad-looking back in Pride and Prejudice days, I might add. Anyway, great movie. Enough said.
Q-Quirrell. Ha HA! You didn't think I'd think of a Q word, did you? Well, I did. I just wanted to work Harry Potter in here somewhere. It's awesome.
R-Rain. My favorite weather. Also, Rhinestone Cowboy. My favorite song EVER. It's by Glen Campbell, who was in the OLD version of True Grit. Do NOT see the new version. The old one has John Wayne. The new one has Jeff Bridges, who was admittedly pretty good-looking in his younger days, but there isn't any comparison between him and John Wayne. NO ONE can compare to John Wayne. I'm serious. Anyway, about Rhinestone Cowboy, I know it's country and blah blah blah, but I'm not ashamed of liking it. It's about following your dream, and the melody is amazing. S-Scotland. BEST. PLACE. EVER! I think everyone agrees with me on this point. Right? RIGHT? *prepares to deck anyone who doesn't*
T-Taylor Swift. My favorite singer, although my favorite SONG isn't by her. Also, Top of the World, by The Carpenters, who were like an '80s band, which is super old-fashioned, but I don't care. Great song.
U-UMBRELLA! Of course. It's el paraguas in Spanish, my favorite Spanish word. Who doesn't love umbrella? Really.
V-Vienna. The awesome place, and the awesome song by Billy Joel.
W-Why? The philosopher's question. Can you find the answer to that question? Why? Feel free to message me if you find it. Here's my answer: Because elephants are awesome. And anything unrelated to elephants is irrelephant.  
X-Xylophones. An instrument which, I'm proud to say, I can play. I learned at Fayette Street Academy, my old school, although I go to Santa Fe Prep now. Yay!
Z-Zed. The way they pronounce Z in places like England, Canada, and Australia.
:) Bye!

Saturday, March 5, 2011


Prep is the best school ever. 
Pink guava ice cream with sprinkles---*sticks out tongue at certain person who decided to make fun for not getting gummi bears*---is really good. And it's from Yoberri. Go there. Seriously. 
Now everyone, I am going to reveal who I secretly am. Yes, that's right. 
Me, a definition: 
I am the girl who will burst into random laughter in English class. I am the girl who, when her friend says a totally random word like "mice" will crack up. (That's actually a true story.) I am the girl who freaks out when she gets an A-. I am the girl who thinks Rhett Butler from Gone With the Wind is the most perfect guy ever (almost), and will actually bash your head in if you dispute her. I am the girl who is disgusted with most fantasy and loves classics. And not just classics, but most other books too. Oh wait, I forgot Colin Firth! Is Rhett Butler more perfect than him? It's hard to say. I am the girl who will get hyper off a Milano cookie. (Seriously. My friends have seen it happen.) I am the girl who will be totally bad/zoned out in PE, but when the teacher puts on that "Bring 'em out, bring 'em out" song (have you heard that song? It's insane) will go crazy with the dodgeball. I am one of those dreaded DGs---Daddy's Girls. (Be afraid. Be very afraid.) I am the girl who will be walking to Yoberri, and when the person next to her says, "I bet you can't guess where it is from here," says back, "I can't," and then realizes she's standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF IT. (Yes. I have 20-20 vision, but I am blind when it comes to certain things.) I am the girl who will cry at certain things like certain ends of movies. I am the girl who is religious, but will not bash in the heads of people who are not. (Although it does put a certain distance between me and that person.) I am the girl who will sit for hours watching her email and blog, wondering if ANYONE IN THIS WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD is EVER going to email her or comment on her blog. (If that wasn't a tangible hint to you all, I don't know what it is.) I am a writer, hoping to finish a story. I am the girl who loves dogs and chocolate. Duct tape! Yes, duct tape is shiny. And silver. I am the girl who is easily entertained, especially when I am hyper. I am the girl who will wear one of those newsboy caps just because they're awesome. (Hey, I should have taken Eli's hat from him! Why didn't I?) And I am the girl who is now ending this blog post. 
Goodbye and good luck. :) <3 

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Life of the Student/Author...Secrets Revealed!

I have decided to compile a wonderful and amazing guide to the secret life of the student/author. Secrets that have never been revealed before shall be revealed. And you will all get to see fo fwee! *dances about* YAY!!!!!!!
Okay. Here goes.
Introduction: What many of you do not understand is that Student/Authors have deadlines. They do. They do not just write something brilliantly and send it out. They have days that are circled on their Giants baseball calendar so laboriously that the red pen has torn through the paper, and exclamation points and asterisks in their planners that stand for swear words only they know. This is basically the story and life of these people.
P.S.: The obvious exception to this rule is J. K. Rowling, who is allowed to turn in any of her books, in any form she wants. The publishers do not care. She does not have deadlines. She could write sentences in tiny penmanship on small, coffee-stained scraps of paper and toss them into the ocean and the publishers would go fishing for them. Seriously.

**I use the pronoun "he" when referring to the Student/Author, because let it be known that I am in NO WAY referring to myself. No way at all. In the world. No. Never. Not at all.  

1. The Student/Author: Looking good and feeling fine. 
The Student/Author is doing well. He's made a rather pathetic start to his English paper, and the story deadline for that magazine is on March 4th. Actually---he looks at the calendar---BOTH of them are due on March 4th. March 4th, you say? Hah! In Student/Author years, that's a lifetime away.
The Student/Author looks at the calendar. March 4th is a week away. This brings about...
2. The Realization (it's best to be sitting down when it comes). 
What? This can't be. This really cannot be. Do they not comprehend? (This is about the time that, for some inexplicable reason, the Student/Author falls back on his rudimentary knowledge of Spanish and starts yelling, "No es possible!") The only start to the English paper that the Student/Author really has is that form of beginning that isn't really a beginning, but just a sort of excuse to use when parents ask if he has started the paper. The story---the Student/Author does not even want to talk about the story. However, the story must be started. Clearly, this is the moment to go to the English teacher and beg for more time.
3. The teacher always has something wise to say. 
"My child, I cannot give you an extension because you really should have started earlier. I'm sure you'll finish. After all, you've had weeks. Good luck, Student/Author! I'll see that project in a week!" No. No, no, no. The Student/Author falls into a sort of dim haze as the teacher puts a firm hand on his shoulder and steers him gently out the door. There is nothing to do but go home and start the story. The English paper will just have to wait. The magazine deadline is March 4th...but wait! The paper is March 4th as well! The Student/Author begins to curse the times that he meant to start these unavoidable things---he really meant to!---but got distracted, mainly by that gateway to hell  the internet.
4. The Student/Author then goes into that lovely but unproductive phase of life called Denial. 
This is when the Student/Author begins to do totally irrelevant things, like instant messaging, adding unnecessarily long posts to his blog, going to the mall and buying incredibly cheap stuff that falls apart the second one touches it, and standing over his sleeping father and poking him and giggling uncontrollably every time he snorts and mutters. The projects aren't due for a week, after all. The Student/Author has oodles of time. Then comes the big crash.
5. The Student/Author realizes that there is really nothing to do now but die. 
How could the Student/Author ever have thought he could write? He has no ideas. None. Not even bad ones. He is in a state, having just realized that he forgot the book without which the English paper cannot be written. It is now just a few days before everything is due. The Student/Author's father is beginning to hover suggestively around the computer, harrumphing and disguising phrases like, "Procrastinator," "If you get anything less than an A, I'll kill you," and "Why are you doing THAT when the magazine deadline is in a few days?" within loud coughs. The Student/Author is thinking up worse and worse excuses as it gets later and later at night, and finally, after having reached that stage where he can only stare at a blank screen and make up small, wavering songs in which everything rhymes with "pee" while giggling feebly, he shuts down the computer and goes to bed, hoping never to wake up.
6. Suddenly, miraculously, the Student/Author is flooded with ideas, and, along with them, joy and good cheer for everyone. 
The Student/Author is fancy free, having magically written the English paper AND the story within two days. The deadlines have been met and it's undoubtedly time for a party.

And that, my friends, is the secret life of the Student/Author.

Monday, January 24, 2011


Why, you ask, am I sitting here at my lovely Mac, typing this post, when I should be at school? Well, I answer with a barely disguised smirk, I DON'T HAVE TO BE THERE UNTIL 9:40!!!!! That's right, people.
The reason: WINTER WONDER DAYS!!!! Prep has this lovely thing that happens for four Mondays, starting in late January and ending in February. It's where you can choose skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing, or ice skating/swimming, and do it all Monday, every Monday. I chose ice skating/swimming just because I am Emily the Non-Skiier/Snowboarder, and here I am.
Seriously. It is the best book ever. I'm not kidding. Read it. Live it. Be it.
January is almost over. That means a few things:
1. It's almost Valentine's Day! I love Valentine's Day, and that includes the movie. You get candy and hearts. It is awesome.
2. I get the results back from the ERB tests. I forget what those letters stand for...oh yeah, I think it's Educational Record Bureau or something like that. They're basically standardized tests. Please, dear friends, pray for me that I get a good score, because those of you who are familiar with my dear father know what will happen if I don't.'s January 24th, which means it's exactly two months until the most important day in the entire universe. (I'll give you a moment to think.) Okay, thought about it? Yes, you guessed right (or wrong, as the case may be): my birthday!!!!!! :) I'll be fourteen!!!!!!
School is beating me down, which is why I'm kind of happy about Winter Wonder Days. (On the Prep calendar it just says WWD, and the first time I saw it I thought it meant, like, World War D or something like that.) Projects are due and we're just beginning to dig into the semester. But I will pull through. I always do, and with flying colors, no less. :)
On top of that I have two new book ideas beating around in my brain, each demanding my full attention. I can't tell you about them yet, but I will definitely NOT be posting them on Inkpop. I already have part of one book on there, and I've realized that I would just rather send stuff to publishers right away. Inkpop was a wonderful jumping-off point, though, and I will still be on there regularly, so thank you, my Inkpop buddies! I will always be grateful. :) <3
Wish me luck, and I wish you all luck and friendship with whatever you happen to be doing right now. :) <3

Monday, January 17, 2011


First of all, I just wanted to say---this is the first post of 2011!!! I can't believe it! I meant to post earlier, but I just got caught up in things...
Anyway, I just found THE most sad, deep, meaningful song EVER. I'm about to post a link to it. Listen to it. I'm serious. It changes your life.
"Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

-Emily :) <3