As winter approaches, I find myself asking the eternal question: Without a North Face fleece jacket and Ugg boots will I ever lead a happy, healthy, warm, content life?
The answer to this is no, of course. What a stupid question.

I feel like I remember someone telling me college was supposed to be really hard and stressful. And for some reason I wanna say someone also told me high school was the best time of my life, and that I would miss it. But so far college is so much easier than the rest of my life has been, and I'm finally realizing how miserable high school made me and the extent of permanent psychological damage is caused me. In other words, Dear High School, having a great time, don't really wish you were here. Love, Emilee.

You wanna know why college students drink so much and make bad choices? Big tail tumbler cups. When all the dorm stuff comes into stores, you cannot find a regular sized cup. Adults don't want college students to binge drink but they provide the largest cups imaginable to put their alcohol in.

"Well here I am, don't know how to say this. The only thing I know is awkward silence."

I've been cleaning my room lately, yes lately as in it's taking a very long time, and it's completely overwhelming, exhausting, and surprisingly emotional. I'll just be honest and say my room hasn't really been cleaned in a very long time. So I figured since I'm about to leave for college, and I know I won't want to clean during breaks, this is probably the last time I clean my room before I clean it out permanently when I graduate college and move into my own residence or get married or both. But it's hard to purge my room of everything that's keeping me in the past and holding me captive to all the "what if that had gone differently". I'm finding stuff from freaking 7th grade, things that make me nostalgic and ashamed and induce wistful longing, all at the same time. But lately I've realized that even though I think I have my life completely planned out, that's what I thought then. And things might work out, but it might completely end up in a different direction, and I have to be completely open to that.

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For some reason today I was thinking about who owns the copyrights to songs. Since for the past few weeks I'm sure everyone's heard every single detail of Michael Jackson's life, including what his bedspread looked like (sparkly), I'm sure everyone also knows Michael owned about half of the Beatles' songs. How exactly does that happen? In middle school I was convinced I was going to be a singer and be famous, but now I realize that even if I did become famous, there's a chance that I wouldn't even own what I had written. You pour out your soul and then someone else has the right to use it in commercials or movie soundtracks. I just couldn't do it. And speaking of movie soundtracks, if I were a member of Queen I would hate everyone. Now I'm not sure who owns their music, maybe they do. But think about it. Every sports movie has either "We Will Rock You" or "We Are the Champions" in it. I think if I had written that song I would just get sick of it. Sure, maybe the first movie they liked it, but there is a point where something can be oversaturated and ruined, i.e. Journey's "Don't Stop Believing". Now I love music, but I just don't understand how anyone could be a part of the music industry without losing their souls.


P.S. JON GOSSELIN IS ENGAGED AGAIN ALREADY?!?!?! Jerk.

It's been awhile so I figured it was time to comment on some current events, or something.

Jon and Kate are pissing me off so much. They just can't seem how to figure out how to save their marriage, but I know one thing that may possibly help: turn off the freaking cameras! I was watching it the other day and I think those kids are gonna be so pissed when they get older, because it'll be embarrassing that the whole world witnessed their parents' ridiculous behavior, and they'll get to relive the most difficult time of their lives over and over again in syndication. And hey, maybe this is crazy, but maybe Jon and Kate would get along better if they would actually spend time together. Kate, cancel the book tours, and Jon, stop bar hopping with barely legal women. TLC, IT'S TIME TO CANCEL!!

Chris Brown and Rihanna. I gotta be honest, I liked him better after he hit her. Because she's annoying is a good enough reason, but if the rumors are true and she did give him an incurable STD, then yeah, she deserved it. I'm sure that sounds horrible, but I'm sorry, if you give me an STD, you're getting hit. So I hear they're back together now. That's a mistake. Can't wait to see how that plays out.

I love that Adam Lambert felt like he needed to announce that he's gay, like it was news to anyone. Of course, it was typical that he waited until he lost, since a public declaration might have taken away from his votes on such a controversial subject. So since he wasn't getting winners publicity, since he was a loser, not a winner, he put the attention on him by making the announcement. Sort of reminded me of Katherine McPhee going public with her eating disorder after she lost. Who's Katherine McPhee you say? Exactly, that's the good news. After awhile, no one will most likely hear about them anymore because after the media frenzy that is American Idol, their career after that is pretty anticlimactic. Thank God.

It's Over!

"I'm not gonna cry. Not one sad or happy tear. I've been waiting my whole life, I'm gonna fly right outta here."
-Corey Smith

Graduated high school, got a job at a daycare I start training for Tuesday, and in August I'll be in college. It's just like all of a sudden, I'm a freaking adult. And it's pretty weird. It's what I've been waiting for, but I'm not sure if I'm ready. Don't get me wrong, I'm more than ready to be out of high school. There wasn't one day during the entire thing where I felt like I actually belonged in high school. It's just the whole adult thing freaking me out.

"It was like the Manifest Destiny all over again, except instead of taking and consuming everything in their paths for God, they did so with the same fervor and sense of entitlement for their new god....themselves."




I found my Five Iron Frenzy CD today, "The End Is Near". I forgot how great it is. That's about it, I don't have much else to say, except everyone should have that CD because it's so amazing.

"I get angry,
When you're around, when you're around.
I get nasty,
When you're around, when you're around."
-Say Anything


Summer's quickly approaching, and I keep seeing them. It's not that I'm morally opposed to them, I just feel I have to say this: Rainbows are not the only kind of sandals. And yet, at my school, and places where there are people like the ones at my school, in order to have high status for your summer wardrobe, you have to have Rainbows.


And maybe some of the Rainbow wearers are just that enthusiastic about them. I mean, they do look like a comfortable shoe. Not that I've ever had a pair. But I think just as many people aren't as enthusiastic about the comfort and the superior craftmanship that warrants paying $50 a pair as they are eager to show that they (or their parents, as is most often the case) can pay $50 for them. Or maybe it's that cool factor that surfers wear them, and with their laid back attitudes and appearance, that culture has always been pretty groovy, though some I'm sure have a lot of maintenance involved to look like they don't care.


All I know is, wearing Rainbow sandals do not make you an awesome person, or superior to anyone, so as long as you can get that straight, wear Rainbows to your hearts delight.

Of all the heinous experiences I've had, gastroenteritis definitely makes it to the top of the list. A week and a half ago, It was a normal Wednesday night, and though my stomach hurt a little, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, since I've always had a weird digestive system. I went to bed at about 11 assuming it would go away by morning.

WRONG!

At 2 in the morning I wake up nauseous and with excruciating pains in my stomach, coming in waves. By 3:15 I had apparently gotten loud enough for my dad to hear me. We went to the hospital, and as soon as I got out of the car and walked into the lobby I started throwing up in a tea pitcher. So my dad went in and gave them my information while I was kneeling on the floor retching the remainder of my delicious ham and cheese Zero's sub, which I will never eat again by the way. They got me into a room fairly quickly, but started asking me endless irrelevant questions, including inquiring into my sexual activity. Meanwhile, my stomach pain has only gotten worse, and I was by that time writhing in agony while the nurse threatened to give me a catheter if I didn't pee. Maybe 30 minutes after the nurse leaves, the doctor comes in. He also begins to ask me once again if I am sexually active while I'm leaning over throwing up once again, showing off my naked backside to anyone who happened by my room. Oh, the joys of hospital gowns. Of course, this didn't make me very happy to answer the same questions I had answered a mere 30 minutes ago, as if the answer had changed since then. Is that what you thought I was yelling for, doctor? Anyway, probably another 30 minutes after he leaves, a blessed angel of the Lord dressed as a nurse comes in and administers anti-nausea medicine, and the winner, morphine. I can't really say that I know what happened after that, but some male nurse that came in later said that my intestines and the lining of my stomach were inflamed, and after I got better I should probably go see a gastroenterologist. So maybe I should do that sometime soon.


So overall, not that fun a night, but I have my AP government exam Monday, so Sunday may turn out to be worse.

Let me just say this one thing: If you've got a boyfriend who will read Flannery O'Connor stories to you over the phone until you're ready to go to sleep or bring you a huge bottle of orange juice when you're sick, you're an idiot if you don't keep him. Or if you can find a boy who buys you a book for Easter, not just candy. Or if he gets you sushi and flowers for Valentines Day. Or if he'll skip his college dance to come see you. If you've got someone like this, hold on tight.

I could go on and on, but you're already jealous, I know.

I really do not understand why some people are so arrogant. Maybe they don't even realize they are. They seem like a nice enough person, but you can't have a conversation with them without hearing about the things they've done, read, listened to, what they had for breakfast, and how cool their family or friends are. And no matter what you say, they always have something to say about it, somehow involving them, and it goes a little beyond whatever you said. The things could be completely irrelevant, but they have to outdo you somehow. If the conversation somehow takes a turn from the subject of them, they make sure to get it right back on track.

Well, news flash: there are 6,706,993,152 people in the world. You don't even make it to the top ten.

There are people who matter besides you. Other things happen to people that have absolutely nothing to do with you.

My grandmother came to lunch today. It is still astounding to me the way my dad and his wife act when his family comes. She suddenly becomes outgoing and friendly and jokes and calls her mom. My dad suddenly exaggerates his good fatherly deeds to the point of ridiculousness, acting like he's campaigning for father of the year.

We had lobster tails, which I've never had before. I can't believe my family has become one that eats lobster tails on a Saturday afternoon. Next thing you know they'll be trying to get me in pearls and a sundress for these lovely gatherings.

I was in Wal Mart today, because it was just the kind of day when you needed to go to Wal Mart to get some perspective about who you are, and I was completely snubbed by someone I used to know but who apparently doesn't want to know me anymore. I've always been taught that God will give everyone what they deserve in the end, so don't hold grudges or seek revenge.
" 'Vengeance is mine' says the Lord. 'I will repay.' " Usually that doesn't happen on a timeline I necessarily agree with, but I like the way the Lord handled this one. There are consequences for treating people badly, kids, and sometimes they burn.

I was informed yesterday that my dad has hired a nutritionist to come talk to us about our eating habits. That sounds exciting, I'm anxiously awaiting being told that what I eat will send me to an early grave. Of course I fully intend to hide the number of Big Macs and Mountain Dews I typically consume. No one knows the full extent of how much of that I actually eat, for good reason.

I am soo ready to graduate!!! And I'm super excited about Longwood, and I wasn't sure I would be. It's not a big name school or one as academically prestigious as I had originally hoped for (not that it's Radford either, though) and my pride would have liked to have people know I went somewhere that's a little harder to get in, but then a search yielded the information that The Ramones played at Longwood in 1995, and that was just the most notable to me, but there have been others. Not really my thing, but I've heard some people like The Fray. So I'll get to see some sweet free concerts. I also think having Jon Stewart come is better than the Victoria's Secret collegiate collection. We'll get there.


P.S. Listen to Greg Laswell, he's good.

Brilliant!

Pepsi has greatly impressed me with their absolute magnificence.

Coke recently came out with a new size bottle, 16 oz. I drank one, and immediately knew this would be a monumental move. The perfect amount of cool, refreshing phosphoric acid. I found myself drinking it more and more often. I would get one in the morning on the way to school. Before I even knew what was happening, I had become a Coke drinker! This was more than a little distressing to me.

And then, I walked into the gas station and beheld this little gem: a 16 ounce Mountain Dew, IN A CAN! Far superior to a bottle for obvious reasons, but if you really need me to point them out, I will. The constant opening and closing always seems to make my bottled sodas go flat sooner. And of course, cans stay colder than do bottles. By the time I get to the end of drinking a bottle, I can't finish it because it's flat and warm. A regular sized can is not enough, a bottle is too much and has the aforementioned flaws. Not only is it the perfect size, it's also a much more convenient price. Whereas a bottled Mountain Dew costs me $1.53 at my local gas station, I can get 16 oz. for $1.01 and don't have to worry about change occupying room in my pocket and causing me unnecessary annoyance. Finally, perfection. Which I think is actually Coke's marketing slogan, but Mountain Dew indubitably reached a perfection that Coke can only dream of.



Speaking of brilliance, Maddox has been a favorite writer of mine for quite a few years. He is often offensive, and I can't say I agree with everything he says, but his writing has never failed to make me laugh. That said, here's a favorite article of mine:

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=11worst

Here's a teaser:
U2-Crumbs From Your Table
"This song is about how America and its wealthiest people don't do enough to help solve world hunger. The title suggests that crumbs from our table could help starving people in Africa. Bono indicts America for being hypocritical with these lines:

Would you deny for others
What you demand for yourself?

Bono could not be reached for comment as he was stepping off his private jet and into his limousine."

Spring makes me unbearably restless, just like every other American teenager I would guess. Probable even more so this year of course, since it's my last free spring. In the years to come I suppose I'll have adult concerns like taxes and allergies. But besides that, spring makes me extremely nostalgic. I absolutely love it and hate it at the same time. After it rained really hard and then got sunny, the grass looked gleaming, like it had just been washed squeaky clean. There were tall blades of it because it hasn't been cut at all yet. I wanted to go lay down in the little sections of tufts. But I knew that because it had rained earlier this afternoon, my clothes would get wet if I did. The reason this makes me nostalgic is because 10 years ago, I wouldn't care where I was going later this evening, or if I would have to do extra laundry as a result of laying in the wet grass, because I didn't do my own laundry.

But this thought must be cut short since my sister who got out wants to act like she still owns and controls everything in this household. And she very well may.

That's a mistake!

Today I hurried home from school, knowing today was the day. I pulled into the driveway, then ran across the road to get the mail out of the box. I hurried back across the street, nearly breaking my ankle off in a pothole. I got into the Jeep and rushed down the lane, stirring up dust and bouncing up and down from the bumps. I rushed into the house, after dropping my backpack on the way in. I just left it in the driveway, there was no time to waste! The envelope was in the middle of the pile that I quickly flipped through. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that the envelope was small. I broke out into a cold sweat, I could scarcely breathe. I quickly tore through the envelope in an attempt to get the letter out. I desperately scanned the lines. "We believe that you are a very strong student who has much to offer to a competitive university environment. However, due solely to the high level of competition......" Wait listed.


Bahahahaha syyyyyke.


I was on Indian Trail taking some pictures when my dad called and said the letter was here. I said I was going out to eat with Erin and Angie. He asked, "Don't you want to find out?!?!?!" "Nah, the answer won't change while I'm eating. It'll keep."

Eight o'clock this evening I saw the envelope on the table after I got home. "Because we remain interested in you, we are offering you a place on our Reserve List in hopes that we can provide further consideration....."

And I said, "Emilee waits for no one. That's their mistake."


I'm keeping the letter to frame and maybe I'll send it back to them once I get the Pulitzer. I'm sure they'll love hearing from me again.

This particular post won't be a "rib tickler" as Nick says, but I feel it's necessary just the same. I have a problem. I'm not sure exactly how long it's been going on. I want to say a few months, but if I'm being honest I would have to say it's been developing longer than that. I seem to have developed a superiority complex.

I have always despised arrogance, and people with cliques that think they're better than everyone else. But, because of my extreme dislike of those things, I have inadvertently become the same way. If I feel mistreated by an individual or a group, I immediately tell myself that they're horrible people, and I'm so much better than them and they don't deserve me. But is that true? I've been going to a private school for the past 3 years and haven't been invited to one party yet. I tell myself I don't want to be, and that I have better things to do. But do I really? I tell myself I'm more clever, better looking, and more democratic than those elitists. But by hating them for how I feel that they've mistreated me, I've become the thing that I despised. I get on my soapbox about teenagers acting foolish and being loud and obnoxious, and what I considered their insipid little "inside jokes", but is my group of friends any better than theirs? Do our inside jokes contribute any more to society than theirs do? Nope.

I hate admitting this, but I think I may be a snob. I don't know the people well that I consider myself better than. I don't know what their family is like, or what their insecurities may be, or what they deal with everyday. My beliefs, interests, friends, hobbies, musical taste, etc. are not better than anyone else's just because they're mine, as much as I might like to think so. I may consider Pete Seeger superior to Rihanna or John Irving superior to Danielle Steele, but that doesn't necessarily make it true.

I'm not saying it's going to happen overnight, but I'm going to try to be more open minded and less judgemental.

I need new air. I'm so tired of this town and the people and the drama. Only 74 days left until graduation. There are only about 4 people keeping me from losing my mind in the meantime.

P.S. If you have to ask if you're one of them, you're probably not.

My photo 3 class could be nearly perfect if a few little things were changed. And if I could find my camera charger.

Wagon Wheel

I keep ditching the optional group activities (drinking at Riis, drinking at the club, a party with crazy drinking, and drinking at Peppe's), but I've gotten a lot out of this trip anyway, I think. I feel like Norway's a part of me. Some of it has absolutely sucked, but only the parts when I was required to be with the school group. It's sad when I feel more accepted by Norwegians then I ever have by NSA. But I think I'm ok with it. On the way here I overheard two NSA girls in front of me complaining about having to fly coach, since it was a school trip and not a trip with their parents. Then when I got here I realized that my host, Elin, is one of the most grateful and considerate people I have ever met in my life, and she has some of the most loving parents. They jokingly told me I have to wheel my suitcase to the bus tomorrow at 6 in the morning because they don't want me to leave, so they're not taking me. And they talked about how my family must be so excited to have me home. I hope they're as excited to have me home as Arild and Agnette were to have me here.

Norge

I love it. It snowed for 3 days straight and that was an experience. I can say I've walked to school in a foot of snow. I'm getting in touch with my Nystrøm roots. I got to see The Scream in person, which I have always loved.
BUT:
I'm so thankful I don't have to pay 78 kroner/$11 for a Big Mac.
I don't mind never getting snow if an inch gets us a break from school when it does happen, rather than getting it often and trekking to school in ridiculous weather conditions.
I'm glad America is such a moral country, more than I thought compared to other places.
I miss my family SO much.
I have enjoyed seeing the Norwegian boys' beautiful hair, though I do not believe that they were all "chiseled from marble" like Michelle does, but I want my Virginia boy back.

ÅÆØ-I'm going to miss these.

Norway

Goat cheese is surprisingly sweet. They've never heard of Bill Cosby, so it's hard to explain the significance of jello puddin' pops to American culture. Their potato gratin is better than any Virginia potato gratin ever thought about being. I would move here just for the legit danishes. The school is so laid back that many students smoke outside between classes very openly and eat fried rice during some classes. Which reminds me, I also had the best fried rice of my life. But some things feel just like home. Arild played Simon and Garfunkel, Elvis, and the Beatles on the piano for me. I still would rather do that then legally drink (the drinking age is 18!). I watched America's Funniest Home Videos with Elin, which she loves. Some things are funny in every language.


I know how to pronouce "ø" now. I'm working on æ, €, and µ.

Motherland

Tomorrow my spring break begins! I'm going to Norway to get in touch with my heritage I guess. I'm quite conflicted because this is the first year I'll have the same spring break as someone I would actually want to spend spring break with, and I'm going to be gone the whole time. Then again it's a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm going to ride fjord horses and become a viking. I am a bit worried about the weather though, and that I'll have to eat goat cheese or something the whole time, but they have McDonalds everywhere now don't they? And I hope the fact that everything's more expensive there isn't too huge a problem. Today people I don't even like were all, "Oh, buy me Norwegian stufff......". Ahhh naw screw you.

The Bachelor is officially more worthless than American Idol. And I never thought anything could be.

I'm getting a nephew, suckas. Well, that's what I think anyway. I guess it could be a girl. I'll like it either way.

I'm getting a root canal on St. Patricks Day.

Soooo maybe I'll have something interesting to say in 12 days.

By special request

It is of great concern to me that one of the stories that has been making national news before and since President Obama took office is the search for the Obama dog. Of course I am not opposed to the Obama's getting a dog. It's perfectly fine. Let him sleep in the Lincoln room, I don't care. What bothers me is why this fact is getting so much attention. Don't we have more important things to worry about? This couldn't possibly be something to distract from the fact that the stimulus package may in fact be a horrible idea, and after saying throughout his campaign that he was going to end the war that Obama just sent 17,000 troops to Afghanistan. Of course that's not the reason, I don't even know why I brought that up. Why would it ever be a problem that no one will seriously question anything Obama does? Don't even think about it.

Why I had Mountain Dew for dinner

This year the adults in my house have stopped feeding us children. They never cook dinner anymore, and rarely go grocery shopping. My problem is, how am I to respond to these new developments? I’m not so helpless and spoiled that I cannot cook anything (it is true that I can only cook a precious few things, but it still isn’t nothing), but if they hardly go grocery shopping, what can I cook? I could get money of course and simply do the grocery shopping myself, but I am still undomesticated and therefore lack the skills necessary for shopping, such as knowledge of what items a family would require, and the always important “bargain hunting” instinct. In addition, it is unlikely that if I did make the offer to go shopping, they would provide the necessary funds to go. Perhaps it is the current state of the economy, and perhaps they’ve simply learned that you don’t give Emilee a credit card and send her to Wal Mart.



The saddest part about this whole situation is that I seem to be the only one affected. On certain nights I am the only person home, and the rest of the time the other people who live here seem quite content to eat the frozen meals that are contributing to our nation’s obesity epidemic or whatever else they can scrounge up from the kitchen. But on Mondays, my sisters go to Norfolk. They spend their entire evening there and usually both of my guardians accompany them. Naturally they all eat something while they’re out, though I have never seen any evidence of it nor have I heard it mentioned, but I assume that these actions are very furtive since no one has ever offered to get me anything.


You may be thinking of course, that I have reached the legal driving age in this country, so I could go get myself something. This is what I had planned to do this evening. But my stepmother surprisingly was home this evening, rather than being in Norfolk with them. I then had to face the dilemma of telling her where I was going. Should I tell her I was going to get food and ask her if she wanted anything? She would surely refuse. Ask her if she wanted to come along with me? Then what would we talk about? I honestly have no idea what to say to her in any situation. Anything could be the wrong thing and could ignite something I’m simply too tired to deal with as I did frequently in my youth (the tumultuous period two years ago).



So the decision I did end up making was whether to eat a bowl of leftover (leftover from going out, not from cooking, obviously), overly exalted Brunswick stew, or eat a frozen corndog. I ate a sampling of both and ended up consuming merely 12 fluid ounces of high fructose corn syrup and yellow dye number 5. This cannot be good for my health.

"IDOL IS A SHAM!"...

...In the words of my wise older sister. American Idol is quite possibly the most worthless show on television. I was absolutely astounded that both Ricky Braddy and Anoop did not make the top 3. Michael whatever his last name is just doesn't have as much talent as either Anoop or Ricky, but he got a lot of airtime and Ricky got absolutely none until last night, so Michael was more popular. And all it is is a popularity contest. The performance by last year's contestants who did not win only reminded me that there were people so much more talented than David Cook who should've won. As I write Danny Gokey is performing to celebrate his victory, which he only got because his wife died and people feel sorry for him. I know that's harsh. I feel bad for him that his wife died, I really do, but that's not a good enough reason to vote for him over more talented people. The only good decision was Alexis, and that surprised me as well.

Oh and I think this Kara lady is helping America transition slowly into Paula's not being there anymore. They have to get rid of her, she just always seems mentally unstable.

I'm done with American Idol for this season, though I will probably continue to voice my criticism.

It's not over until Facebook announces it.

When I was around 13, whenever I began "dating" someone new, the first thing I did was run home and change my Myspace relationship status from "single" to the highly coveted by every middle school girl status "in a relationship". It was almost like wearing designer clothes, it was like flaunting your accomplishments for all to see, and believe me, having a boyfriend in 8th grade was something every girl I knew hoped to accomplish, sometimes regardless of who their accomplishment ended up being.

Then when I was 15, the first (and only) time I was dumped, I immediately rushed home to change my relationship status (the person who has been dumped is often the first to change it, to give the appearance of indifference). The young man, however, usually not one to neglect Myspace maintenance, did not change his relationship status for several days. This simple delay made me think that maybe it wasn't really over, and he would change his mind, and ended up giving me false hope for days. When his Myspace profile did finally reflect his new life goals, it was like being dumped all over again.

And now that we're older and more mature, when someone breaks up, I get a notification informing me that "______ and ______ have ended their relationship". When did the most private details of our life become so public that nothing is official until it's publicly announced on your Facebook profile? When I ended a relationship temporarily, my sister found out not from me, but from her News Feed. When did we become OK with this? I feel like something should be done.

I also feel that Ricky Braddy should win American Idol, he's good. Since he actually has talent though, that seriously reduces his chances.

Bothersome thoughts

The name of this blog is Not Important because I don't care. I just don't find the title particularly significant. Now there are some cases where a title can add a lot to something. For example, if She's Just Not That Into You was called Untitled, no one would want to see it, and that would be a shame because I hear it's a good movie. Sure, it doesn't exactly make me want to pee my pants with excitement, nor do I anticipate that it will become a timeless classic or even make it to the top 100, but you see my point. However in this case, since I am not creating something that will be significant to a large number of people, I will not spend time thinking of a clever name. Not that any of that was really relevant to anything.

I wish people would just be themselves, without assigning labels to it, or praising themselves for it, or making excuses for it, or apologizing for it. I wish people were secure enough with themselves not to justify the way they dress or how they act. I wish people were humble enough about what kind of person they are not to draw attention to the way they dress or how they act or the way they talk and just trust the fact that if they were doing something important enough to deserve praise or recognition from other people, than they would get it without having to demand it. But I also wish that Simon and Garfunkel would get back together, and that doesn't seem likely.