I woke up like, 30 minutes later then i was supposed to, which really annoys me. I was going to be dorky, and do my make up super pretty, but instead i did a quick and simple kinda gold-brown tone style. Suddenly- BAM! 6:20(am). I finished my make up and went down stairs, chugged a giant glass of chocolate soymilk and ran out the door. I hate rushing! Blah. School was okay, but after lunch time I was a bit upset about a lot of things, mostly family related, (mostly about my dad) and i started crying, right there, in the middle of an exam. Yeah, i know, dramatic. I try not to be dramatic or distress people, but i guess thats always what ends up happening. Then i went to my 6th hour, and a good friend of mine promptly saw what was wrong and let me cry it all out. After that i went to german club (WHICH IS THE BOMB) and made some paper clogs and drew names for secret santa, all the while we were (sadly) (attempting) to sing scilent night in german. It was sad in a cute way. After that my friend Chloes mom picture (obviously) Chloe, legend, and I up. As we were driving, Legend was debating whether or not to come along on the surprise "adventure" planned out for Chloes younger sister. See her hair is... terrible. Tangled, knotted, greesy... it's a bit of a disaster, so after taking Legend home (he decided not to come along), we arrived at this little, itty bitty kid hair cutting place intended for kids ages like... 2-6. Chloes sister is 10 and obviously embarrased. Chloes mom had planned out an appointment, but the hair cutters have decided walk-ins are more important, and Ive been sitting in this kinda odd creepy little kid hair cutting place, sitting next to Chloe and her little sister for the past 30 minutes. My personal bubble is starting to form. Someone save me.
Please?
Someone?
Please?
xoxo,
Emm's
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Well, I'm not sure how to start this but...
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I guess an introduction would be best. My name is Emma, and I'm almost 16 years old. My parents are divorced and have been for about a year, and I used to live in North Carolina (NC), but now I live in Arizona (AZ). I'm kinda on the derpy side, and if you're totally clueless as to what "derpy" means, the more you read the blog, the more you'll probably understand, and use it to describe yourself (or a friend, family, random person, etc.)I have a lot of hobbies, and I guess that's only because I enjoy them and I'm surprisingly good at them. These hobbies include but are occasionally limited to; knitting, sewing, cooking, baking, cleaning, scrap-booking, singing, guitar, nail painting, make up stylist, hair cutter/stylist, babysitting, tutoring, drawing, painting, coloring, mosaic tile(ing?),writing, and jewelry- making.
I enjoy jewelry making so much in fact, that I have established a business that you can like on facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Emmas-Jewelry/232956506767815?ref=ts
And My blog page for those who are facebook-less: http://emmasjewelry.blogspot.com :)
I have a boyfriend, his name is Legend (yes, that's his real name, I checked, and he's just as derpy as I am, maybe a little bit more,) and he's one of the sweetest people I know. I love him so much and hope to continue to be with him forever~ (I know it sounds cheesy, but I'm cheesy, and it kinda is how I feel anyways sooo~) Yes, I know. You all roll you're eyes and sigh, then say "uggh, young love, someone should tell her it isn't going to work out!", but I know and I would rather not hear it for the 1 millionth time. :) We've been going out for about seven months now, and our anniversary is on the third of every month. Our one- year will be in may, and I have a feeling there will be quite a large celebration among my friend, him and I!
Right now my life has been a bit of a mess because of my father. Personally I believe him to be a very childish person for his age. Nothing is his fault, and nothing is his responsibility. All he has to do is go to work, pay the bills, and then he can sit outside, smoke a pack, and drink a million beers without a care in the world or a precaution to anyone's feelings. He's pretty much always been like that since I was a little kid and I tried to accept that fact and continue calling him my dad at a very young age (around 7 or 8), but it has been a struggle. He has always been around but never really "there" if you get what I'm saying. He's always telling me how he's been "trying, and trying" and that the only reason I have problems with him is because I'm "a teenage girl with a lot of irrational hormonal emotions, and I just need to stop seeing (my) moms side of things, and see that (he) was always there!" Sadly, every time I've explained to him that he was always there but never "there", he has no idea what I'm talking about and thinks I'm just being "a stupid, irrational, hormonal, and emotion teenage girl." Yes, sure I'm hormonal, and yes, I agree I have emotions; but, that does not mean they are irrational or stupid, in fact they are real, and hurt. Lately he's been trying to talk to me more, but I don't enjoy it because we always end up talking about stuff he likes, because the stuff I talk about isn't interesting or "cool with (his) friends." Yes, my father is a hipster. The definition of one. I do love him, but lately I really don't want to talk to him and I would just like my space, but he doesn't understand that, and believes this is an issue of respect. See, before, I didn't think highly of him, but I didn't think lowly of him, but suddenly he has been yelling and complaining about how I need to "RESPECT (my) FATHER!" and "GIVE (him) THE PROPER RESPECT (he) DESERVES!" And I've tried to tell him that he hasn't really earned my respect, and respect isn't free and that just like money, at a job you need to earn it.
WOAH. Ranting! I guess I must have needed to get that out of my system. If my father does end up seeing this (which there is a large chance he will), I'm just hoping, like all the other letters I've sent in the past, and all of the talks I've tried to have with him and all the phone calls I've made trying to explain how I feel, he might, very slightly, somewhere in his brain, click and understand where I'm coming from. That has yet to happen though, so I think I'll just sit back and wait for him to see this; freak out, tell all of his friends about how I need to respect him, tell his friends how it's my moms fault I'm so disrespectful, and get a phone call, where once again, he can lecture me on "respect" and "doing things you don't like to do" and I can finally loose my shit and blow up at him, hang up, and again, like always, cry because my dad isn't like a dad at all.
God I'm glad I moved away. I wasn't sure at first, but I'm afraid of change, and I'm so glad I'm out here, and not back there, and don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I just don't want to be near them, because almost everyone there, is crazy, and personally, I really don't want to turn out crazy.
This weekend has kind of sucked so far. Thanks-giving was okay all the way up until my dad called... we can only imagine what that was about. The next day was awesome, because derpily, Legend and I got confused and thought it was our 7th month anniversary, and we went on a big date to the zoo (which I might add was pretty frickin' awesome!) He and I were there from around 11(am) till maybe... 5(pm) and it was so fun! I really loved seeing all the animals, but my favorite out of all of the animals we saw that day was the cute little black bear! He was so darn cute!
C'mon! Who doesn't think that's cute? Hehe! I think it's sooooo cute. Can you tell? :D
Well I need to go now; but, I'm pretty sure I'll be posting from study hall tomorrow!
xoxo,
Emm's
I guess an introduction would be best. My name is Emma, and I'm almost 16 years old. My parents are divorced and have been for about a year, and I used to live in North Carolina (NC), but now I live in Arizona (AZ). I'm kinda on the derpy side, and if you're totally clueless as to what "derpy" means, the more you read the blog, the more you'll probably understand, and use it to describe yourself (or a friend, family, random person, etc.)I have a lot of hobbies, and I guess that's only because I enjoy them and I'm surprisingly good at them. These hobbies include but are occasionally limited to; knitting, sewing, cooking, baking, cleaning, scrap-booking, singing, guitar, nail painting, make up stylist, hair cutter/stylist, babysitting, tutoring, drawing, painting, coloring, mosaic tile(ing?),writing, and jewelry- making.
I enjoy jewelry making so much in fact, that I have established a business that you can like on facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Emmas-Jewelry/232956506767815?ref=ts
And My blog page for those who are facebook-less: http://emmasjewelry.blogspot.com :)
I have a boyfriend, his name is Legend (yes, that's his real name, I checked, and he's just as derpy as I am, maybe a little bit more,) and he's one of the sweetest people I know. I love him so much and hope to continue to be with him forever~ (I know it sounds cheesy, but I'm cheesy, and it kinda is how I feel anyways sooo~) Yes, I know. You all roll you're eyes and sigh, then say "uggh, young love, someone should tell her it isn't going to work out!", but I know and I would rather not hear it for the 1 millionth time. :) We've been going out for about seven months now, and our anniversary is on the third of every month. Our one- year will be in may, and I have a feeling there will be quite a large celebration among my friend, him and I!
Right now my life has been a bit of a mess because of my father. Personally I believe him to be a very childish person for his age. Nothing is his fault, and nothing is his responsibility. All he has to do is go to work, pay the bills, and then he can sit outside, smoke a pack, and drink a million beers without a care in the world or a precaution to anyone's feelings. He's pretty much always been like that since I was a little kid and I tried to accept that fact and continue calling him my dad at a very young age (around 7 or 8), but it has been a struggle. He has always been around but never really "there" if you get what I'm saying. He's always telling me how he's been "trying, and trying" and that the only reason I have problems with him is because I'm "a teenage girl with a lot of irrational hormonal emotions, and I just need to stop seeing (my) moms side of things, and see that (he) was always there!" Sadly, every time I've explained to him that he was always there but never "there", he has no idea what I'm talking about and thinks I'm just being "a stupid, irrational, hormonal, and emotion teenage girl." Yes, sure I'm hormonal, and yes, I agree I have emotions; but, that does not mean they are irrational or stupid, in fact they are real, and hurt. Lately he's been trying to talk to me more, but I don't enjoy it because we always end up talking about stuff he likes, because the stuff I talk about isn't interesting or "cool with (his) friends." Yes, my father is a hipster. The definition of one. I do love him, but lately I really don't want to talk to him and I would just like my space, but he doesn't understand that, and believes this is an issue of respect. See, before, I didn't think highly of him, but I didn't think lowly of him, but suddenly he has been yelling and complaining about how I need to "RESPECT (my) FATHER!" and "GIVE (him) THE PROPER RESPECT (he) DESERVES!" And I've tried to tell him that he hasn't really earned my respect, and respect isn't free and that just like money, at a job you need to earn it.
WOAH. Ranting! I guess I must have needed to get that out of my system. If my father does end up seeing this (which there is a large chance he will), I'm just hoping, like all the other letters I've sent in the past, and all of the talks I've tried to have with him and all the phone calls I've made trying to explain how I feel, he might, very slightly, somewhere in his brain, click and understand where I'm coming from. That has yet to happen though, so I think I'll just sit back and wait for him to see this; freak out, tell all of his friends about how I need to respect him, tell his friends how it's my moms fault I'm so disrespectful, and get a phone call, where once again, he can lecture me on "respect" and "doing things you don't like to do" and I can finally loose my shit and blow up at him, hang up, and again, like always, cry because my dad isn't like a dad at all.
God I'm glad I moved away. I wasn't sure at first, but I'm afraid of change, and I'm so glad I'm out here, and not back there, and don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I just don't want to be near them, because almost everyone there, is crazy, and personally, I really don't want to turn out crazy.
This weekend has kind of sucked so far. Thanks-giving was okay all the way up until my dad called... we can only imagine what that was about. The next day was awesome, because derpily, Legend and I got confused and thought it was our 7th month anniversary, and we went on a big date to the zoo (which I might add was pretty frickin' awesome!) He and I were there from around 11(am) till maybe... 5(pm) and it was so fun! I really loved seeing all the animals, but my favorite out of all of the animals we saw that day was the cute little black bear! He was so darn cute!
C'mon! Who doesn't think that's cute? Hehe! I think it's sooooo cute. Can you tell? :D
Well I need to go now; but, I'm pretty sure I'll be posting from study hall tomorrow!
xoxo,
Emm's
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