emmieliz

Good Witch.

2006-06-23T21:10:02Z

......

exhausted.

confused.

emotional.

silly me.

i'm much more of a teenager than i realized.

teenagers are silly.

basically, boys confuse me.

especially when the one i like may like like boys.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

ha.

who knows.

anywho.

consortium has begun. !

i have been cast as glinda in the wizard of oz.

which is really exciting.

but i've had the weirdest day ever.

i feel very selfish.

here i got a great part, but i'm sad i didn't get a different part?

ugh.

don't get me wrong, i'm happy that i'm glinda.

i just really wanted to be dorothy.

but at the same time i'm sosososo happy and excited for elena.

it sucks competing against friends.

and i feel angry with myself for not just being happy for her and being happy about getting glinda.

instead i've been moping around all day.

no, that's not true.

i'm okay now.

a few episodes of gilmore girls and a nap do me good.

i truly am excited to play glinda.

oh, i'm such a silly teenager.

ha. so, later. i'm off to the shore for a little. again.

--what should i get kdamm for her birthday???

emmieliz @ 2006-05-23T21:47:00

2006-05-24T02:14:13Z

Firstly,
Happy Birthday Sash!
I Heart You, in fake sign language, of course.

Other things that come to mind today...

Yesterday I came into my room after hanging out with Will in his, to find a lovely postcard sitting on my desk, along with some college brochure thing. It was an awesome photo of Woody Allen, who I admire so much.

Then I read the note, of course.
It brought me to tears right away.
Really.
Then I went to show Will and he read it and it didn't bring him to tears but he thought it was nice so then I went downstairs so my parents could read it, and it brought Mom to tears too. Kinda. But I was most tearful.

It was so beautiful.
I wish I knew how to respond with such eloquence and kindness.
Like I'll try to write back, but I'm sure it won't sound as beautiful or moving. I think I'll have trouble finding words to express myself? That sort of thing.

Anyway, there were tears. Happy tears. It really made me happy and emotional and stuff.

Will records a song a day. Preparing for the fall when he gets to cut a record. I forget the details but some time, some where, someone heard his music and loved it and told him to record a record at some studio, so now he's going to be making a CD. Cool stuff. But at the moment I'm really irritated with his constant singing. It sounds kinda bad from here in my room, but later when he layers it all together and adds the intstruments and all voice parts it sounds great.

Sixteen days till Summertime. Exciting, nerve-wracking, anxiety-causing (exams).

Music. Love.

2006-05-20T00:41:19Z

I can't get enough.
It's kind of ridiculous how much I love music.
Bob Dylan, at the moment.
Actually, from now on, Bob Dylan, always.
And Of Montreal always.
The Beatles.
Elvis Costello.
So good. Vital in order for me to live. Jeez.

Dylan makes me want to go write a protest song or go to a protest or do SOMETHING (my computer won't let me italicize, even though italics is the only appropriate thing to use, but I have been forced to go all caps to emphasize my words).

More later.

Prom tomorrow.

Happy Birthday, Autumn.
And Sean Foley.

I love Lexie and her excessive teeth brushing.

Peace.

#1;;

2006-05-10T21:19:13Z

This is my first ever entry on LiveJournal. For your information.

But I don't feel like going through all of that introductory information giving business. It doesn't matter. Maybe I'll tell you a little about myself later.

But, at the moment, I don't care about that stuff.

I want to play the drums.

I want to learn and learn and learn some more about photography so I can become a wondeful photographer.

I want to write a song.

I want to sleep.

I want my brother to come home from college so we can escape to NY and go to PS1, supposedly the coolest museum ever.

I want to see Elvis Costello in concert.

Don't get the wrong idea...it sounds like a lot of wanting. No. It's not that kind of want. Just stuff I really want to do. Things that have been on my mind the past few days.

I love musicmusicmusicmusicmusic.

Ah.