Hail, Hail, Thanksgiving.

Ah... The long weekend has been good to me.
Plenty of food, good company, nothing pestering me; I could not ask for more.
Well, I would like someone to do the work I have for the weekend, and I wouldn't mind extending the break for a day or two--I quite enjoy sleeping in-- but what can you do?

Oh, I had this weird dream that I was in an art class at school taught by my chemistry teacher (I have a lot of those, but this one was in a basement rather than on the roof, or a secret room, or just a regular art room, or a real one from my past, et cetera, et cetera...) and this kid came in with a bag that turned out to be a bomb, and everyone escaped from the room except me and my boyfriend, because he want to try and save everybody, but we were tied together for some reason so I couldn't go anywhere and it was hard to walk around, and we were trying to stop the timer, but we couldn't so we leaped out of the screen (Like you were watching my dream on a monitor) and we were in like, an old Gameboy colour, but it was a different scene of real life, and we were in this maze trying to escape the blast range of the bomb, and all of a sudden we were both wearing matching trench coats, and then we were almost out of the maze, but we came to this part where we had to climb up this house plant because we had shrunk down to the size of mice, and my best friend was in the plant with a broken leg because she had been attacked by a giant bug, so I was trying to carry her on my back but it was slowing me down and I couldn't climb up the plant fast enough, so I dropped her down to her death so we could get away and live because the bomb was about to go off, and we got to the top of the plant, and there was this tiny house that we went inside, and it was like the house of my dreams, and it was so beautiful, and we went into the kitchen and there was a dumbwaiter in the back, so we got in it and it took us to the basement and there all that was in there were a bunch of peacocks and polar bears walking around and sitting on all the furniture watching telly and things, and when we stepped out of the dumbwaiter they all just stared at us, so we went back up, but we went past the kitchen to the bed room, and went to bed in this huge, old canopy bed that was covered in gorgeous red bedding because we were so tired from running and then I woke up.

It was interesting.
*sigh*... Sometimes sleeping can be so tiring though.

Huzzah!!!

I just bought my new album!
Yay!
I'm on the fourth track right now.
It's really fantastic.
*sigh*...
Yes. I'm happy.
I just finished eating breakfast-lunch-dinner and over all I feel pretty satisfied.
I could go for a shag, but it's just me here so I guess that will have to wait...


I wrote quite a bit today.
I think I'm going to take a short break from concentrating on poetry and move to more philosophical things. Just for a little bit.
My brain is spitting out those kinds of things so I'm going to roll with it.
It's also thinking up really silly, witty prose, and I'm quite happy with that.
I hope we can work something out to continue the manufacturing of silly, witty prose.

Hmm...
I'm in love.
And it feels good.
I want to visit a place that looks how I feel.
Holland?
Possibly...

I almost forgot what I came here for!
I've been reading this comic I re-found on the internet.
Lovely!
This is not my favourites, but it kind of went with my day so I wanted to share...

Love,
Emma

I shouldn't even be posting.

I don't have anything to say.
I just kinda wanted to post this picture of some food.
I'm using it as album art for my album that I made.
It has two songs on it.

Ugh...
I just got really uncomfortable for a second.
That's been happening a lot lately.
Crap!
Okay, never mind.
Hmm.
But yeah, this is weirdin' me out.
I would like it to stop.
I don't think I can though.

Food:

Please leave me the hell alone.

Oh my god, people won't leave alone.

I have no idea why.

Also, today was so awkward.

I don't know why about that either.

After I do laundry, I'm going to go to my room and dance all by myself.

That will be nice.

Crap... This weekend I have to go to this tiny little town, which used to be awesome, because it's where one of my favourite authors, Sinclair Lewis, was born, but once I got there, yuck. People have turned it into this trailer trash town. Some beautiful homes, but the people are disgusting. Like, hicks.

When I go there, I feel like I'm in rural Georgia or something.

But I get at brunch at this hotel, and it's really cool there.

And it's pretty good.

I'm not sure what I'm going to eat since I recently went veg.

I guess I can eat what I had last time, but I'll pick around the stuff.

I guess it's just chicken though.

I like chicken.

God, I can't wait 'till I meet my husband and figure out what kind of diet I need to have.

I could go either way with that.

That reminds me, I was at this Greek place with my mom, and this awesome guy walked in, and he totally got the same kind of falaffle as me.

It was so awesome.

He was like, way older than me.

Not really, but my parents probably would've not been to happy if I brought him home one weekend.

I just ate this really awesome soup.

It was like, vegetable, but it wasn't grossly tomato-y, and it was really good.

I'm glad I ate it.

Hmm...

I'll probably add more later.

Or at least tomorrow.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.

I'll more than likely post about that.

Later.