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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.
Way Cool Places
Kick Shoe Kooy Fresh Air
Sep. 21st, 2005 @ 09:32 pm Wasted Life
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polo
The Frog Says I'm: indescribableindescribable
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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polo
The Frog Says I'm: infuriatedinfuriated
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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ferry
The Frog Says I'm: excitedexcited
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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oh my
The Frog Says I'm: draineddrained
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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ferry
The Frog Says I'm: contentcontent
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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polo
The Frog Says I'm: gratefulgrateful
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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ferry
The Frog Says I'm: busybusy
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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oh my
The Frog Says I'm: infuriatedinfuriated
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: accomplishedaccomplished
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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ferry
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