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So my fingers literally keep taking me to my blog, without my permission. It is a wonderful surprise that i feel the need to write so.
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This weekend my grandpa turned 90. big fun. also, liam and i have been dating for ten months. thats practically ten years! kinda... i don't know. he's awful nice to me. he also has a lot of facial hair alllll over.
i'm so tired i don't even know what to write.
sometimes i make jokes on here?
has anyone heard of jesse slaughter? damn, i feel so bad for that girl. i mean, shes talking complete shit and sounds a little like an idiot, but she's eleven. her brain has hardly developed. my brain, for that matter has hardly developed. she's completely responsible, but at the same time, she just can't be. i doubt, so much, even if she wasn't getting death threats and didn't have a lot of 'haters' that in ten years she'll look back on those videos and be proud. in ten years, i'll probably either have forgotten this, the world will have ended, or i'll chuckle a little when i realize how limited my view of the world was (is?). not to mention how that will follow her. It will take her years before people stop associating the name 'jesse slaughter' with the emotionally tattered eleven year old screaming profanities into the camera. even after that, if she even tries to be some sort of public figure, it'll be dug up all over again and blown out of proportion again.
well, apparently i had a lot to say about that...
did i tell you that i'm elizabeth proctor in the crucible yet? well yes. i am... anyway. i have to memorize so many things.
also....?
my parents hit a deer? the car is all broked.
rory's girlfriend came over to dinner tonight and first thing my mom asks her is "so, emily, has anyone you know ever run into a deer?"
good stuff, mom.