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Life is rather interesting. Sometimes it makes me want to scream, sometimes it makes me want to laugh. It can drive a person crazy, but crazy isn't always bad.
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Sep. 21st, 2005 @ 09:32 pm Wasted Life
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The Frog Says I'm: indescribable
What a wasted life
Smack against
The screen of death
Feathers in a cloud of dust
Left to rot
Along the road of travesty


Feb 4, 2004
Aug. 23rd, 2005 @ 07:37 pm Stomping Idiots
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The Frog Says I'm: infuriated
music music music: Letting Go~ Jeremy Camp
We must forgive even the stupid people, but that does not mean we have to condone their actions.
Aug. 17th, 2005 @ 10:37 am bouncing off the walls happy
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The Frog Says I'm: excited
I have officially been accepted into the university in Granada, Spain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aug. 13th, 2005 @ 10:41 pm We learn as we go
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The Frog Says I'm: drained
Ten things I learned this summer
1. Little kids really do like me
2. No matter how hot it gets, it can always get hotter
3. 50 hours a week SUCKS (until you are paid)
4. You can get in big trouble for dancing
5. A cute pair of boots is all I need to feel fabulous
6. Adults over 30 throw bigger tantrums than kids do when told to follow the rules
7. Certain things are best in small doses... 15 is way to many
8. Always look before crossing the street even if someone tells you the coast is clear
9. Cowboys cannot break dance
Finally....
10. I always have been, always will be a country girl at heart
Aug. 2nd, 2005 @ 02:23 pm Just a girl in the stands
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The Frog Says I'm: content
As requested... I am not dead. It's been one of those summers. You know the kind where you are busy, but for the life of you cannot figure out why you feel like you are a chicken running around without a head. The highlights of my summer seem to be the weekends spent at rodeos in various towns with John. I must say the company on these weekend trips is comical and interesting to say the least. You never know what is going to happen when you hang around a bunch of young and somewhat crazy cowboys. This weekend for instance some of us went bowling and every time a person bowled a strike they had to break dance. Cowboys and break dancing do not mix very well. Needless to say I got a lot of laughs from the show. As much fun as I am having I am ready to go back to school. Not so much for the school part, but the friend part is greatly missed. Oh and I must add the other highlight of my summer is my new cowboy boots. They are way cute and are the kind of shoes you can really kick butt in. YEHAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jun. 14th, 2005 @ 11:44 pm I didn't get flushed in the town toilet... I promise
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The Frog Says I'm: grateful
AND SHE'S BACK. It's been awhile and for that I am very sorry. I haven't much to write about tonight. I'm working at my second job (working the night shift weighing hay trucks for Whitby Ag). I worked 8 hours at the pool earlier today, that was a blast let me tell you. It was a cold, windy day and this middle-schooler had the audacity to need saving. So being the super hero lifeguard that I am, I jumped into the pool with my sweatshirt, t-shirt and shorts on. After swimming him to safety, I realized there had been a fatality... In my hurry to save the poor frightened child, I jumped into the water holding my walkie talkie. As I climbed out of the water onto the wind swept deck, I noticed it clutched firmly in my hand. My poor, bright yellow, friend. I thought it would pull through, but alas water is not kind to such devices. It managed to make a few weak beeping noises, before it sputtered it's way into uselessness. I laid it to rest on the windowsill with the other fallen walkie talkies and thanked it for giving it's life to save another. May it rest in peace and forever be remembered.
May. 12th, 2005 @ 10:00 am It only lasts a week
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The Frog Says I'm: busy
Finals... such a depressing yet happy word. A sense of dread followed closely by relief. I'd really like to cry, but no thanks I'll laugh. High on caffeine and rice crispy treats. Spanish verbs, French nouns swimming around in the jumbled mess my half packed room. The walls are bare, filled only with numbers and formulas. They dance before me as a vision. I'd rather dream of summer nights, math bores me. Finals, not really the end. They have the air of a train station. A place to transfer modes of thought.
May. 2nd, 2005 @ 05:48 pm (no subject)
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The Frog Says I'm: infuriated
There is a department here at Pacific University that totally drives me insane. I will not mention any names, but the INTERNATIONAL PROGRAMS department is the most dysfunctional group of people I have ever met. I want more than anything to drop kick their empty heads all the way to that dumb university in England.

Now you may be saying “but Emily isn’t going to England. Where the hell did England come from?” You’re right I’m not going to England, I’m going to Spain, but the head of the IP department is from England. England this, England that. England is all he talks about. “Oh you don’t want to go to Spain. You want to go to England,” he says. No I’m pretty sure that I want to go to Spain because SPANISH IS MY MAJOR.

After getting my point across about the need for me to go to Spain, I made the mistake of asking about summer programs. That just added to the aggravation. “Oh you don’t want to go to France for the summer,” he says. Yes I do, you idiot. FRENCH IS MY MINOR. “Oh but your financial aid won’t cover it.” This is the part where I scream in frustration. After a 15 minute conversation in which I finally convey the point of me needing to stay the summer in France, the bloody bloke from England looks to the ceiling and says...

“Well I don’t know about France, but England has summer programs”

I have come to the conclusion that the IP department is completely worthless (unless you want to go to England) and that this university seriously needs to review who is in charge of certain departments. I am tired of hearing “I don’t know.” It is the most annoying phrase when you are trying to organize your life. It is even more annoying to hear that hideous phrase when you pay $27,000 a year to attend a school that claims to have a “great” IP department. I hear the school in England would never tell their students “I don’t know.”
Apr. 26th, 2005 @ 12:32 am Just another poem
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The Frog Says I'm: accomplished
Souls lost
To a crazy world
Hope caught
In a fiery blaze
Tears flow unheeded
by the millions
Trapped in the heat
Of desperation
Anger infects the wounds
As hate freeze time

Written: April 27, 2003
Apr. 22nd, 2005 @ 12:43 pm Gone for the weekend: ingest a poem!
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In a world full of questions
The answer hides
In the darkness of our souls
With tears that fall like blood
Diluted by an ocean of fear
Where does peace reside
When all that is felt is pain

Written: September 2004
Apr. 21st, 2005 @ 11:33 pm Grey and Unforgiving
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Grey and unforgiving
A small casket
In a sea of black
Mourning for the girl
They never knew
One by one they faded
Leaving her behind
Forgotten and alone
Never remember
Always missed
Alone on her hill
Forever silenced
In the grey
And unforgiving cold

Written: 2001
Apr. 21st, 2005 @ 01:57 am Laughter is often the best disguise
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The Frog Says I'm: pensive
music music music: Break Away
Lately when I write my thoughts take a downward turn. I try to think of humorous and witty words to fill the pages, but I struggle. Things are rarely funny when they are forced and it is easier to write how I feel. You could say that I am taking the easy road and that I should try a little harder to find the amusing part of life (or at least write about it. There are always funny bits of life floating around the dorms). I have two words for you... “BITE ME!” Sorry that was a little rude, but let me explain (My mom is going to say I told you so. I really hate that).

Writing is a way for me to express myself, as it is for most people. I have come to enjoy writing in all forms, except term papers (that’s just a given). Humor when I am happy and at peace with myself comes easy, however my innermost thoughts usually come out as poetry. My roommates, when I let them read a carefully chosen piece, have called my poems morbid and dark. Of course they are. I find it easy to share my happiness at the drop of a hat. It is sadness, fear, and anger that I feel the need to hide. Poetry has become the way for me to let my feelings go and still keep them inside. The poems I have written are pieces of my life trapped on paper. Essentially, parts of my journey.

Lately I have been looking inward and really thinking about the person I am. Pondering the places I want to go and the millions of opportunities that are waiting. I decided it was time to face my fears and figure out what it is I want. This has manifested itself in my writing, all types not just poetry. Come to find out there is not much hilarity in this process. A person may laugh in the face of their fears, but it does not make them funny.
Apr. 17th, 2005 @ 10:39 pm My worst enemy... is just myself
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The Frog Says I'm: restless
My voice does not contain the emotions screaming in my head. I could talk all day and you would never know the feelings behind the calm exterior. Trying hard, to say what I mean. It is only a jumble of broken phases, hanging in the air. You say you understand. Not even I have that ability.

My pen cannot convey the feelings flowing in my veins. Writing with fury, trying to get it out. Shattered are my words, on the blackened page. The more I write, the less sense these petty lines make. I want to make you see. You say the view is clear. Your eyes are closed.

My meaning lost in the darkness. I want you to know. The message trapped inside. I want to trust. Lies fill the space between us. Cut the pretense, I am not here. There is your bridge. Here is my match. Feel the burn of acquired hope. You see my weakness. I know my strength.
Apr. 16th, 2005 @ 03:06 am To those who have gone on before...
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The Frog Says I'm: grateful
My last name. It is what defines me, a major part of who I am. It is a name dripping with history and I am proud to call it mine. Where I come from and where I am going are contained in this single word. It is part of my identity, a building block of my character. Many have claimed it before me. Their blood runs through my veins. Theirs is a legacy that is mine to maintain. The bar has been set high and I will reach the top. After all, it is my last name.
Apr. 15th, 2005 @ 12:48 am The Fear that Drives Me
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The Frog Says I'm: determined
My biggest fear
Loosing my dreams
Not making it to my goals
I have to succeed
I have to be the daughter
Who makes my parents proud
It is what pushes me
Drives me to insanity
The need to succeed
The fear of being my sister
It keeps me going,
Determined
The ability to say
do not be sad
I will not let you down
I will be the one
They can look at
Be proud to say
That is my child
I talked to her
The other day
She is happy making
Eight something an hour
Working in a bakery
She used to be smart

Written: April 15, 2005
Apr. 11th, 2005 @ 10:02 pm Lets Go Fly a Kite
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The Frog Says I'm: productive
This past week has been extremely stressful, hence my absence from the blogging world. However, this weekend I decided a break was in order. Well I did not really decide this; the break was, in a way, forced upon me. My dad called Wednesday and announced that he was bringing my niece and nephew for a visit. I did not really have the time for a break, but it was either that or explode. As you can tell, I opted for the break. I am not a fan of having parts of my body strewn about campus. Thankfully, before the literal or metaphorical exploding could take place, my dad and his family came for a visit and whisked me away to the beach.

At first, I was horrified, not by the fact that they were here to visit, but I really did not see how I was going to get everything done. I had piles of homework sitting on my desk, screaming to be finished and I was running on the minimal amount of sleep. I was a train wreck waiting to happen, teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown, lost beneath a pile of books and papers.

To make a long story short (I still have a massive amount of homework, though the end in now in sight), I left my homework on my desk and spent the day at the beach. Sunday, I busted out a six-page research paper in record time (it even made sense...I think) and was in bed by 12:30. Lesson learned- nothing cures stress and frees the mind to think like a day in the waves and flying a kite.
Apr. 5th, 2005 @ 10:01 pm When I have the time to breath, I might have the time to write
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The Frog Says I'm: stressed
Life is crazy busy, enjoy another poem.

The rain is red
Falling as blood

On the ground
Traveled heavily
By forgetfulness

Flowing in a river
Of pain and regret
Towards the sins
Of the past

Written: ???
Mar. 31st, 2005 @ 11:40 pm When I said I wanted a penguin I wasn't being literal.
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The Frog Says I'm: crazy

I have developed a fondness for penguins. It has been gradual, but yesterday it hit me full force. It started of with a trip to the zoo last semester when my roommates and I realized that penguins mate for life. We decided right then and there that we wanted a penguin of our own. That is not to say we want to marry or even own a penguin, rather, that we want a guy who, like a penguin, will forever be faithful and loyal. We honestly think this is not too much to hope for or even ask.

There is a quote in a book I have called Looking for Mr. Right, that sums up our sentiments perfectly, “If a penguin can have a worthwhile, stimulating relationship, why the hell can’t I?” Does anyone have an answer, because I would like one (okay, so I am not ready for a relationship right now-as stated before,this is subject to change without notice. I am only 20 and I have a lot of life to live, but it would be nice to know that a decent relationship is a possibility).

Going with the penguin theme, a friend of mine sent me this absolutely hysterical movie clip of a penguin going postal. Seriously, this is a penguin on crack. He is running around in a fashion that is reminiscent of chicken with its head cut off and jumping up and down like a kangaroo. I found this funny. I watched the video clip 8 times in a row and laughed until I could not breathe any more, then I watched it again (for those who know me, this was a dangerous thing to do. I have a tendency to puke when I laugh too much. Don't worry this doesn't happen very often).  

This has nothing to do with relationships, but nonetheless it made me realize that sometimes you have to let go and have fun. Screw what people think, it is your life and you should live it for you (this does not mean be inconsiderate) and have a little fun in doing so. However, I have come to the conclusion that if you go about your daily business, have a little fun, go a little crazy (not in the bad way) your penguin will come jumping by and all will be well (it will be fine even if your penguin never arrives and it won’t always be well when he or she does, but it’s a good line so go with it).

 

Mar. 30th, 2005 @ 10:28 pm water water everywhere, but not a word to write
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The Frog Says I'm: drained
I could probably write something amusing, but I just swam a 750(granted that's not a whole lot, but give me a break, it is the length of 7 and half football fields). As you can guess I'm tired, so here is a poem for your enjoyment.

Painful remembrance
Dances on the shoreline
Of memory

Tears crash against
The rocks of the soul

Tides rush in
Throwing fear and anguish
At the spirit

Waves tear away
The remaining walls
Of the fortress

Howling winds rip
Through the air
Disturbing all they touch

Swirling clouds
Darken the sky

Hope fades
As the fury rages

This is the storm
That shreds the heart

Written: January 15, 2003
Mar. 29th, 2005 @ 10:57 pm Say What?
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The Frog Says I'm: giggly
French started in the normal way yesterday. Feelings of dread and despair hung heavily in the air. Almost tangible were the sentiments, well at least mine. French scares me. I spend much of the class wandering around in a dense fog, trying desperately to understand the many tenses that come so easy for me in English. Actually, I did not even know these tenses existed in English. I thought we just had the past, present, and future. Guess I thought wrong. Life is so much more complicated than that.

With much apprehension I opened my grammar book and stared down at the beginning of my next faze of torture, the subjunctive. As I was about ready to run for the hills, I saw it quietly sitting there at the bottom of the page, almost obscured by the vast amount of information that surrounded it. This little phrase saved the day. It induced humor into something that usually makes me want to cry. I mean really cry, not just a solitary tear but a flood of giant crocodile tears. As the smile grew on my face, I noticed the student next to me giggling. The laughter spread, like fire at the end of summer, through the class infecting each student (so there are only seven students, it was a small fire).

I spent the rest of yesterday and most of today going around saying these words and laughing hysterically. What is the phrase that deserves to be the quote of the week even though it is only Tuesday?

Je parle français comme une vache espagnol.
(Yes, I know it is in French, do not worry keep reading I will translate).

This phase is a diamond among the rocks. Translated it means, “I murder French”, which on occasion I would love to do (please note it does not say “the”). Especially on the days when for the entire 50 minutes of class, the only thing I understand is bonjour. Literally translated it means “I speak French like a Spanish cow”, this is the part I find so hysterical. I am not sure why, it is just one of those thing (maybe it's because I have a slight Spanish accent at times, but really it is just funny). You do not have to understand. Humor is hidden in the oddest places, find it and embrace.