I <3 summer

I love summer.
And the sun.
And the heat it generates.
And the colour of my skin after tanning.
And the colour my hair goes in the sun, the lovely blond highlights.
And how you can just sit and read or just lay down out in the sun.
And how you can go outside for everything, for a meal or just go for a walk because it's that nice outside.
And that you can wear short skirt or floaty dresses and not shiver while everyone says 'told you so' as happens earlier / later in the year*.
And I love taking pictures of the sun, they make for interesting photos. ;)

Hello Summer :)

And summer evenings when it's still light and warm, just with a cooling breeze.

And walking barefoot through grass or sand with flipflops in hand.

And that I wear make up less in summer.
And that I eat less.
And wearing sunglasses without looking pretencious.

I love summer.


Emma
x x x





*This does not happen to me. I'm the one laughing quietly to myself when a girl walks past in a bra and belt (no, sorry; that IS a top and skirt, just easily mistaken otherwise) shivering.

Not so good times...

Today I cried. Just after physics, right next to my locker, I really started crying. And for no real reason, how silly is that? Well, therere must be SOME reasion; here are a possible few ;

1) my boyfriend had been annoyed at me but didn't actually tell me (when I directly asked if he was annoyed at me) that he was annoyed at me. Nor would he tell me why. I can't stop annoying him until I know what I did!

[Although he did later say... so I should cut him some slack there]

2) I was tired. That sounds silly but when I'm tired I am SO much more likely to cry.

3) I hit my knee yesterday. Really bad. It hurts very very lots. And it was instant bruising. And made me feel really tired after. And I keep hitting it on things again (yes, I'm Bella clumsy) at I don't deal well with pain.

4) Today was the end of term and that always makes you feel a bit... meh. A week off to recharge the batteries will be nice.

**Thanks to the joy of draft i started this yesterday so I shall carry on from the day after**

And today I cried again. But this time I blame my blood pressure. It's too low and it makes me ill. And being ill makes me cry. Don't know why, guess I'm just weird.

So that my tales are water leaking from my face. Wasn't that fun?

Nothing exciting. Just wanted to right about it. This isn't even interesting. Maybe I'll write something interesting next time.

Yeah, the kid's right; not likely

Maybe I will get through tomorrow without crying at all, wouldn't that be exciting?

Love and tears

Emma

x x x

Romance

The other day a tractor came down my road from the farm. My thought? (a) this should be a horse (b) he should be ridiculously attractive (c) I should have some accident like dropping my school bag so he can stop, get down and (d) start talking to me so we can (e) start falling in love.

I blame the Hannah Montana Movie.

But in reality, this (not very attractive at all) young man, who was too old for me anyway, went straight past me. Which is just as well; I has this boy what I am going out. He lovely. :)

I think I have watched to many films / TV shows and read too many books that have all that love stuff in them. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend; he's amazing, really. But thanks to all that romance fiction I do kinda a little bit expect him to just do something randomly amazingly sweet and crazily over the top.

for example; I think if / when I am proposed to I am actually going to be surprised if it's just; "I love you, marry me?". I want a room filled with candles (Friends) or a thousand yellow daises (Gilmore Girls). That doesn't mean I expect it, of course. Don't think I am some high maintenance girlfriend who demands everything her way, it's just I kinda want that. My mother did always tell me that "I want doesn't get" and I know that. But a girl can dream, can't she?

But when I think about it, I realise have the kind of romance I like. Love in fact. The kind of romance that is my boyfriend only ever giving me the orange tic-tacs from the orange and lime packets coz I said I like those better or tickling me all the time at school coz he likes to make me giggle or wrapping his arms around me when it's cold while singing Take That songs. Because I love it when he sings.

It may simple, but it's real. And I love it.

But Liam, you can always buy me flowers. :p

So, really I just have to understand that fiction is just that. Fiction. A lot of those things are written by woman who have the idea of a perfect man in their minds and find their way to make him real. But the man in my life is perfect enough.





(Gosh, what a fickle little teenage girl am I going to sound if in a few months / weeks / days / hours I post a blog all about how i just got dumped / broke up with him)

(Well seeing as I started this Friday and it is now Monday it proves a) that I am still in like like with him and b) it takes me FOREVER to finish a blog sometimes...)

*Now imagine the tinkling of a piano coz I am about to do some SERIOUS piano practise*

(Piano playing is not for the small handed - let me tell you)

Anyways.. The lesson of today. Fiction is fiction and we should learn to appreciate the real little gestures of love. We should all stop comparing men to Edward Cullen. He's got the vampirery thing going on, and he's had a century to practise all this. Most men are just winging it.

I wish you all a romantic day

Emma

x x x

Road Trips

T'other day I watched Elizabeth town. Amazing film. You should like totally watched it. :)

It starts off a little slow and you may, like me, think what was Amanda getting so excited about? It's not that great a film. (Okay; maybe the 'Amanda' just applies to me...) But then you start liking it. You start loving it. And then you want someone to plan an amazing road trip for you, including a great soundtrack and several stopping points. Then all you want to do is go on a road trip even though you lack a car and well.. are too young to drive anyway.



So to add to my list of thing to do in life; an amazing road trip. Or perhaps two; one with people. One alone. I should really start saving petrol money now coz when I can drive that's all I'm going to want to do. When buses into your village are about every two hours you really want to drive yourself places. Not to mention how much I hate asking my parents to drive me places, they have their own lives they shouldn't have to, for example, not drink on a Friday night because they need to pick me up. Sometimes I think that, for a teenager, I make quite an... easy daughter. Wouldn't you say?



But anyway; road trips.

My auntie once told me she used to want to be a lorry driver. It seemed the best job in the world to her, she could just sit there and drive, listening to the radio or her music. And they always have those little toys hanging all over the place; that appealed to her young self.

I can see her point. I want to just go for a drive sometimes, just sit in my car, turn the radio right up and drive. Maybe not even know where I'm going; drive for the sake of driving.



In other news; Windows Movie Maker hates me. I kid you not. Earlier this evening I had to stop the video editing that I was doing because I was so frustrated at it. Grr.

The thing about writing blogs and then leaving them for a little while to come back to is that the last bit no longer applies; I edited the video and have uploaded it to that good old YouTube. But WMM still hates me methinks.




I'm just gunna leave this blog right about here.

Stay in school, don't take drugs and (most importantly) don't forget to be awesome :)

Emma
x x x

Swine Flu

People need to stop freaking out about swine flu.

*sneeze* "Oh, I think I'm getting a bit of a cold."
"OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE SWINE FLU."
"No, it's just a col-"
"YOU HAVE SWINE FLU."
"I don't have swi-"
"SWINE FLU. SWINE FLU." *Runs away screaming to the nearest shower*

Have we not noticed that the media like to make a big deal about things? Madelin McCann went missing; the media OBSESSED about it. But then they got tired off printing the headline 'MADDY HAS BEEN CONFIRMED DEAD' and then 'MADDY STILL ALIVE' the next day. And just before Easter Jade Goody was dying; we knew ALL about that. Then she died (may she rest in peace) and we knew ALL about that.
What can newspapers print and TV news shout about now? Ooh, disease. (Well, it's either disease or Princess Diana and, as much as I love and respect her, there can't be much more to report about that now surely?)

I understand that it is a serious disease but i think you could clear a room by wearing a sombrero, I honestly do.

People are gunna by more newspapers and watch more of the news if they are panicking about things. Maybe I'm just a bit cynical but... there we go.

So children, if someone you know has a doctor confirm they have swine flu, yeah; probably time to panic. But until then don't worry. You're more likely to die by being hit by a car. So, watch out for cars.

Stay healthy ;)
Emma
x x x

Caerdydd

This weekend I went to Cardiff. Haven't been to Cardiff? You should go; it's lovely! My sister is there at the university and this weekend was a trip to see her; and a slight geek-fest. Let's start with the geek-fest, shall we?

Me and the wonderful Sophie went around Cardiff clutching the map that we had found HERE. It showed us, for example where Owen went to reflect on his life. (I've just realised that this was one i didn't go with Sophie to find; i saw this when i was with my family; but it's the first one that popped into my head so...)

We had a wonderful few hours, even if we did get a little lost and didn't visit all the 27 places. I love Sophie and being nerdy with her. <3>

Sophie then went back to Englandland and I stayed with my sisters, aunt, uncle and cousin. They are a cool bunch of people to hang out with, let me tell you! We went for a nice meal and then we (minus auntie and the babe...) went and watched the football in a pub (...noisy pubs full of shouting fans not fun for a little baby). Okay, let me just step back and tell you something; I don't watch football in pubs. There was a moment when I had a sip of my sister cider and just thought; what the hell? It was a bit funny.

After the football (man u 5 spurs 2 ; my uncle not so happy) we went for a meal. When we were seated and had just been given menus my uncle was about to complain about how dirty the menus were. And then he realised that they weren't dirty; it was part of the design!

'You can't take me anywhere; not even Nandos!'

He also shared a few words of wisdom with us; 'The rest way to get over someone - get under someone else!' and this little nugget from Fraiser;

Martin: So you can let it eat a hole in your stomach or you can just file it away under the heading "Sometimes life sucks."

Fraiser: Yeah, well, that file's getting pretty thick!

I love my uncle.

Going home after the meal didn't seem like fun, so we went to their hotel (The Hilton, thank you very much) for a few drinks. And while on the subject of drinking there; lets talk about peeing there. They do not make it easy for you! I mean, it's not like the toilets move while your sat on them, to make you fall off, bucking bronco style; it's just a bit of a maze to get there. Picture this; you are sat in the bar and you need the toilet; you come out of the bar, walk across a hallway, go through a door, and a another, go down a flight of stairs, through another door and then two more! Maybe they just don't want to have to fold the toilet paper into triangles too many times a day;

The next four hours are giggles, serious discussions and many 'it's a secret but...'s washed down with cokes and wine. Speaking of coke; here a story for you.

An A-level history class, a girl and her friend are talking about summer ball as she is putting in a lot of effort organizing it. The friend asks how much tickets are, £30 she replied. At this point another girl sitting a row ahead, who hates the first girl for no reason, pipes up. '£30? Seriously? That's well expensive. You seriously except people to pay for that?' I would like you, for a moment, to consider; venue, food, decorations, entertainment, raffles etc. £30 is not unreasonable. The teacher at this point turns around to the whiny girl and says (with a little bit of venom) 'Well, that wouldn't be a problem if we didn't spend all our money on coke (talking about the drug now here, just in case you were unsure) now, would it?' This teacher is great, we love a bit of Mr. W.

Upon leaving, a drunken man screamed at us 'You girls have been drinking in the Hilton; that's well expensive.' It was odd. But that's the city, baby!

Now fast forward through the sleeping on the floor, the morning after feeling and skip to me and family on a train. Where to?

If you don't know nuffink about Gavin and Stacy this may not amuse you. But yeah. I went there. It's a bit rubbish. Especially in the rain. But good times. ;)

While in Barry we found something new my cousin can do. We feed her her baby food (vegetable lasagna goop; yummy) and then she sneezes; spitting food everywhere. Very funny and cute. Babies never cease to amuse.

Okay; I think I shall leave it there. I have gone on about my Caerdydd (that's welsh, oh yes) adventures. Good morningdayevening

Emma

x x x

Things I noted down throughout the weekend that I can't be bothered to slip in and will just quote;

'Shall we just separate the balls, make it easy on her?' ; now in a game of pool, that's not funny. But when you consider the innuendo...

'But you say thank you a gift, I always will. Even if it's a book on cricket; you say thank you!'

'We weren't at it like rabbits.. But we were kind of...'

'At it like rabbits?'

'Yeah.'

Talk to strangers. :)

Raise your hand if you have heard of Omegle.

(I really hope you just actually raised your hand if you did, if not I'm sad. Go on, raise your hand. Just a little. There you go. This is obviously irrelevant if you have not heard of it.)

The tag line of omegle is 'talk to strangers' essentially what's what you do. The computer puts you in a conversation with a total stranger, you don't have any screen name or anything. The person knows only what you choose to tell them. Some people (my sister for example; we had an argument about it) think this website is weird and unsafe. The following reason are why this is not true;

• As I said before; you tell them what you want to. Your fault if you give them your full name, school / work , mothers maiden name and date of birth. I, however, will say only the country I am from, my age, my gender and possibly my name if asked. It would take a genius / an obsessive to find me from THAT. I never give my full name, email address (ha; as i typed that someone asked for it) or any other personal information. I'm not stupid!
• There are much better websites from trying to perv on people. Myspace or Facebook for example; you get so much more information off those! (Gosh; this is going to turn into How to use the Internet to Perv)
• People from all over the world use it, the likelihood of talking to someone whom would not find it very expensive to stalk me is slim. The closest anyone has come to living near me lives several hours away (he told me where he lived, silly billy; i could be a pervy old man, I didn't tell him).
• If what the person is saying offends / bores you; just disconnect the conversation. Someone (with a 7 inch penis I have been led to believe...) asked something about my genitalia so I just gave a sarcastic answer and disconnected. Can you tell I'm very grown up? =p

I personally am in love with this site, I enjoy all the amazing conversations I am having with random strangers. For example none of my friends start conversations with;

u lost the game

A Swedish pal from this site also told me it's a good way to improve your English, assuming you do not speak it as your first language of course.

There's just something really fun about having a conversation with a person you know you will never speak to again (unless you are my friend Susan, who was in the same conversation 3 times in a row by some weird incident). I have totally random conversations with people and I thoroughly enjoy the not knowing anything about them, there is no prejudice or preconceptions just a lovely conversation about whatever takes your fancy.

But, of course, you need to get a good person; not someone who is going to ask if you can email them a picture of yourself.



Here are a few snippets of my favourite conversations;

Stranger: i have a question
You: Ask away
Stranger: do u know the muffin man
You: The muffin man? Who lives on dury lane?
Stranger: hahahaha
Stranger: yes
Stranger: well
Stranger: shes married to the muffin man'
You: She's married to the muffin man!?
Stranger: BUT OF COURSE!
Stranger: its been about a year now

You: So.. what is work for you?
Stranger: working at the government
You: Ooh.
You: Sounds important!
Stranger: its important indeed
Stranger: just a moment please.. (phonecall)
You: Ooh, i feel important just being allowed to talk to you! =p
Stranger: im just a normal boy
Stranger: dont be afraid :P
You: Okay; deep breaths. Deep breaths..

Stranger: ...this service is rather unnerving
You: Because you are talking to a person you know absolutely nothing about?
Stranger: Yeah
Stranger: and the miniscule chance that you're actually Randall Munroe
Stranger: who just linked to this site
Stranger: Come to think of it
You: Well i will tell you now; i am in fact a 67 year old fat man with a beard. I was hoping to find a naive hot girl who i could seduce and then meet up with in a private place.
Stranger: Uh huh.
You: (That was a joke; in case you didn't get that...)
Stranger: And such the internet came to its completion
Stranger: Yes, thank you
Stranger: I'm actually an international supermodel who really has a thing for old fat men, but oh well

Stranger: This is rather like a Turing test
You: Am i dumb for not know what a turing test is?
Stranger: no
Stranger: A Turing test is a system for figuring out if a computer is sentient or not
Stranger: The setup usually has a person communicating through some kind of IM with either a human or a compute ron the other end.
Stranger: If the person believes that the computer is actually alive, then that computer passes the Turing test, and it is accepted as sentient
You: Well you learn something new everyday.
Stranger: yep
Stranger: That's exactly what a compute rwould say!
You: Oh no, you've caught me!
Stranger: Aha!
You: I mean; er. I am not a computer.
Stranger: Sure you're not.
You: I am not.
Stranger: Fine, whatever you say
Stranger: So, how are your diodes?
You: Sexy.
Stranger: Uh huh.

Stranger: how many people start debating religion or aborton or somethin
Stranger: god is a lie
You: No he is not. God is truth.
Stranger: Wait, Andrew? From mormon.org? I chatted with you on the Chat Live with a
Stranger: Mormon site!
You: No. My name is Parnell.
You: Parnell... Perkins.
You: The IV
Stranger: Nice.
Stranger: So
You: So
Stranger: how about this economy, eh?
You: I blame the aliens!
Stranger: Not a bad idea.
Stranger: Blame Canada!
Stranger: Blame Canada!
You: Damn Canada.
Stranger: My feelings exactly.
You: Damn canada with their.. what does canada have?
Stranger: snow
Stranger: moose
Stranger: hockey
Stranger: maple syrup
Stranger: french people
You: With their snow mooses playing hockey with frnech people eating maple syrup.
You: Ruined with economy!
Stranger: Yep.
Stranger: I mean, really: we all know French people can't manage money
You: But they do a nice moustache.

Maybe you will not find them as amazing as I did, but you totally hadto be there!

So if you are an omegle virgin; go lose your virginity. =) (Of the omegle kind, I'm not suggusting sexual intercourse)
But i want you to watch this first; CLICK ME
(And in the song replace 'Nerimon' Emma =p)

GoodTimes.

Emma
x x x



And all girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy.