a sister falling out of a shopping cart and a backstreet boy wanna be

So today, in Walgreens, Evie was asleep in her seat in the cart. I was holding her little hand and suddenly, out of nowhere, she jerks to one side and starts to slip off the side of the cart. Luckily for her my catlike reflexes saved her seat from the 2 foot plummet to earth. In other news, we have a backstreet boy wanna be sleeping on our couch today...all day...it's annoying, in the "I want to cut his head off with a spoon and throw him to alligators so we can sit down" kind of way. Isn't there some nice person in Guatamala he could annoy??? Anyway, so I get the point of blogs now, after watching Sydney White.

"peoplespunisher.com is not about being read. It's about being written."

wow, I finally understand quantum physics. Or not, thats still a mystery to me. Anyway, thats about it, and Jordyn...HI!

~Emilee

blogs

What exactly is the point of a blog?
You write down what happens in your life, and people (some of which you might not even know) read all about it, like okay so a person in Utah, writes about how her kid learned to say milk (this is just an example) and some random rice factory worker in Japan reads about it??? WHAT? I don't exactly get it. If it's a way to tell people about your life, get their email address and email it to them. A blog??? What??? Is??? The??? Point???


Enlighten me.

~Emilee

NY

Well.Isn't this just great.I would be leaving on the 23rd, to go to NY.If I was going.Which thanks to Tony, my "loving" grandparents, mother, father and anyone else who could have helped...I CAN'T.Instead, I will be here.At home.Cleaning, watching annoying little children(there are 5 of them.), pretending to care when real estate people and IRS people and other people are coming over.While my friends, all go to NYC, have the time of their lives performing there, watching broadway shows, hanging out together, shopping, singing in the bus, staying at the hotel and I would(if I was going) also get to SEE my "loving" grandparents, Who, obviously don't care that much about seeing me, or else they would have at least tried to send the money, instead of just saying "no I'm sorry we can't"Well, while I'm stuck at home, finally un-grounded from the computer, on myspace and email...guess where over half the people I talk to online will be huh?NEW YORK.Oh and you know what, when they get back, I get to hear all about it. See all their pictures. Learn about all the fun they had, and be told that I shouldn't have missed it, and I should have come.I'll hear all about it and you know what
I don't want to.
I want to experience it, with them, my friends, their family, people who love to sing and dance, as much as I do. I've been searching for a long time to find people like me as much as these people are. And I will never see Keli, Madisen, Kayla, Marissa, or half of these people ever again. Classes are over, I'm not going to NY and then we move, so I can't move up into the teen group next year cause Oh big surprise! We won't even be here! I hate my life right now. I don't want to move, I want to go to NY, I want to be able to see my friends, not have to make new ones. I want to learn to drive on streets I know, not learn the streets to. I want to have time to get to know more of the awesome people we call the "teen group" and be one of them. I don't want to miss out on that just because my parents have this crazy dream about some stupid restaraunt that will end up the same way as the last two did because they fail to see the big picture. They start a stupid project, they don't folow through, they start another one and then complain about it later to all of us when things don't go as planned. I
Hate

my


life.

grandparents-not L.S. and D.P or J.R.

They can buy a stupid iPod, a huge TV a $50 gift card, but the onething, ONE THING, I really want, more than anything else, they can'tget. The iPod is falling apart at the seams, the TV's VCR is brokenand I have $0.12 left on the gift card and barely anything to show forit considering everything in this entire world costs soooo much. Butif they can buy all that, get a house in Maryland visit everyone, bothwork, own two cars, and everything else they do...why can't they payfor a 5 day trip to NYC with my singing group, so that I could not onlyPerform in NY, but go to 2 broadway shows, see NYC, hang out with myfriends before we move, and visit with both of them??? I'd say, thats awhooooole lot better than an iPod a TV and a gift card.The iPod can'thold as many songs as I'd like to put on it, the TV doesn't have a VCRanymore cause it broke and the stupid card couldn't do anything, webarely go shopping just for fun, the movie theatre doesn't take cards,just cash, and theres nowhere good to spend any kind of money hereanyway. So I end up gatting a few pairs of earrings at Claires, agiant pretzal, a calendar, a light up fairy glass thing, and a cup ofcheese to go with that pretzal. The next day, get barely anythingelse...and end up with 12 stupid cents. My trip would have been worthsooooo much more than that. Sure we can visit Portland anytime we want,it's pretty close by. But NY??? Thats on the whole other side of thecountry. If I could have, I would have skipped the trip to Portland,not made my parents spend any unneccasary money and hoped to god thatwe could come up with that money. BUT Tony never sent home anypaperwork for it, my mom said that my grandparents said they would payfor it no matter the cost, and I thought I was going...but, Tony saidit was too late, so my mom called him, they made a deal of some sort,My grandparents can't pay for it, and I'm not going. If you'rereading this, and I told you I was going, I really thought I was, Iwasn't lying to you. I was simply stating what I thought the truthwas. And I'm sorry.
~Emilee