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hill
one tree hill. it’s curvy and windey and it’s fun when you let go of the handlebars when you ride down it. hill street blues. covered in grass. the hills are alive. i love to roll down them. i’m done.
Posted By emily On 10.06.2008 @ 11:26 am
Jack and jill went up te hill to fetch a pail of water jack fell down and broke his crown and juilll came tublming after. Bob the builder goes up hills. Bob sledding involves going downhils. I like hills covered in snow theyre the funnest. Snowboarding is wonderful down big hills yay hills. I love snowboarding/
Posted By emily On 10.05.2008 @ 11:02 pm
Hope over the hill I can do it Love beyond this misery Life too
Posted By emily On 10.04.2008 @ 7:15 am
a live on the best hill for two months of my life every summer. It is my village, hilltop. The girls are amazing. They are excited, nervous, and caring. They want to learn new things and try everything. Walking up and down our hill, “the bunny slope” is a workout
Posted By emily On 10.04.2008 @ 7:14 am
Hills are things that I have no ability to climb over. Every problem is a hill, and I cannot surpass any of them lately. I’d love to tell you the mountains I’ve climbed but the list would be rather quickly finished. I run away from hills and go towards level ground. I cannot help but worry for my future.
Posted By Emily On 10.03.2008 @ 3:09 pm
i climbed up the hill. it was beautiful. all you could see were the leaves changing colors. i wanted to push him off the edge, but i held back. I knew i wouldnt be able to finish without hm
Posted By emily On 10.03.2008 @ 10:45 am
evidence
knowledge that helps prove things such as hypotheses. It allows us to prove the guilty and innocent as they are, and to learn things about our world. You can prove your lover unfaithful, or you can find that he/she has great fidelity.
Posted By Emily On 10.02.2008 @ 10:44 pm
CSI. crime scene. Marg Helgenberger. William Peterson. crime. crumbs. I’m out.
Posted By Emily On 09.30.2008 @ 1:47 pm
wanting
i want to be loved. I want to be accepted and achieve bliss in this lifetime. I want to make all A’s and get acceptance from my father. He wants me to be smarter than everyone. I don’t really care about other people compared to me. I am my own person. He doesn’t understand.
Posted By emily On 08.28.2008 @ 8:32 pm
mantle
A mantle. Put something on the mantle, like a photo, or a clock. Mantles are sometimes wooden and above a fire place. Men with moustaches own mantles, as do women with pearls. They are sometimes married. Mantles are manly, mantles hold your glass of whisky above the fireplace. I do enjoy a good mantle, every now and then, with a bowl of mixed nuts above it. Mantle mantle mantle, will & grace. Grace broke a doll on the mantle. Whoops.
Posted By Emily On 08.24.2008 @ 9:29 pm
The mantle held most of her fond memories, the ones with her friends, her family. But there is one picture that makes her cry everytime she see’s it, its the picture of her mother. She past away almost 5 years ago. Now she can’t even look at the pictures. She hopes one day to see her mother again. When she does she will be the happiest person in the world.
Posted By Emily On 08.24.2008 @ 5:53 pm
hidden
i didn’t think about it. I just did it. I hid it where I thought no one would be able to find it. In his drawer, next to his bed. It was a note. The note that said everything I’d been feeling since the first day we’d met. About the way he held me. About the words he said when we were drunk that night. I can’t get the memory out of my head. I’m not sure I ever will be able to. And is it love that my heart feels? Or is it just the thrill of the chase that keeps me wanting more. I left the note there. Hidden. And I forgot about it the next day.
Posted By Emily On 08.22.2008 @ 2:26 pm
asking
i’m asking you a question. why do you do this to me? why do you feel the need to torture me so much when i’ve been nothing but faithful to you as a friend. i’m loyal. you’re not. i guess that’s just what i have to learn to deal with. and i will learn to deal with it, but not without asking you why. why are you making me deal with it? after all those years of support, from both of us, why are you suddenly leaving me hanging like this? and for a girl you barely know… i’m asking why. i’m asking why. i’m asking why.
Posted By emily On 08.20.2008 @ 3:39 pm
I am asking about your life. what do you do? I like to ask questions to think about others and find out their stories asking is an important way to gain knowledge about the people, cultures and events around you. Asking promotes learning and when you don’t ask questions you are accepting ignorance. You should always be inquiring about your surroundings
Posted By emily On 08.20.2008 @ 11:00 am
i was asking my grandma a question about life. and she told me to sleep with as many men as possible while i was young. because once you get married and settle down thats all you have and there is nothing you can do about it. im a beautiful girl and i need to use my body while i can. im determined to loose my virginity this year to jason. but that would involve asking.. and i hate asking questions i already know the answer to. because there is such thing as a stupid question.
Posted By emily On 08.17.2008 @ 7:40 pm
vintage
jeans like vintage is a specific look and i think of old things and torn up but that is cool. vintage seems like even though its ugly its rich. yep. v-in-tage is in. and its cool.
Posted By emily On 08.16.2008 @ 10:18 pm
feathered
on that happy day, while i was strolling though the grass, i came across that beautifully feathered bird.
it was dead.
Posted By emily On 09.28.2008 @ 6:15 pm
I look down at the feathered cap that my grandfather used to wear. I think about all the times I’ve seen him wear it and my mind takes me to a sad place as I remember that the last time I saw this cap on his head, he had had his first heart attack. I wish I could see a different picture in my head. I have always loved this feathered cap.
Posted By Emily On 09.28.2008 @ 2:30 pm
The weather feathered my grassy lawn across a windy highway all over the windshields of millions of vehicles. I can’t even understand the meaning of traffic anymore. its covered in turf.
Posted By Emily On 09.27.2008 @ 6:32 pm
proud
not sure what to say but proud. i hate that word, i hate that it calls up weird judgements in my head and makes me feel self-conscious. I am proud of who? myself? will i seem contrived if I say so? is it fucked up that I can’t say so? that i’m worried that it is contrived if I begin to say so? i don’t know.
Posted By Emily On 09.21.2008 @ 9:17 pm
People are very proud of things that they accomplish. For example, you might win a competition or your soccer team might go to state. Sometimes people have too much pride and it makes them arrogant. People think arrogant people are cocky and rude. It is better to be humble and don’t brag so much about your accomplishments. Pride can make you feel very good inside.
Posted By Emily On 09.21.2008 @ 2:15 pm
it was clear he was never proud of his investments; in the time he spent on his family and his job. None of these things gave him the same pleasure he got from choking.
Posted By emily On 09.20.2008 @ 12:36 pm
I am proud of my hereitage. I love being German and Cherokke. It is fun to think about what happened there. hahaahha. I am proud of my school and my grades. Almost all A’s! Yay!!! This is so amazing to me. I am proud of my swimming abilities. I can’t express how thankful I am to my parents for letting me pursue this dream.
Posted By Emily On 09.18.2008 @ 11:06 am
i’ve never been so proud of myself in my entire life, and at the same time i hate myself for doing what i’m doing
Posted By emily On 09.17.2008 @ 3:22 pm
i am proud of my family and my family is proud of me they love me and i love them i am proud of myself for what i ahve done and that is going off to college far away from my friends and family and i am so proud of myself even though i hate it here i hate i there because i don’t have friends and i’m not proud of myself becaus ei haven’t been able to make firends i used to be outgoing but for wahtever reason i haven’t been able to make friends i’m really shy now an di hate that about myself i don’t know what i want to do with my life because i am not sure if i am going to be able to do what i want to do. i don’t think i’m smart enough, but i guess i’ll try and work it out. I love my family and my family loves me they think i’m happy here, or the know that i’m not, i’m not sure, but here i am and i have to accept tha ti’m here and i’m proud of that you know? i don’t know how wlong this is supposed to be or when i’m supposed to stop but i better stop soon because i have to go to math, which sucks, and ps. i hate that class a lot
Posted By emily On 09.17.2008 @ 1:19 pm
“I’m proud to call myself your mother,” she said into the mirror. “I’m proud of what you’ve done, proud of what you’ve accomplished.”
Stupid, stupid. That sounds so fake. I hate how fake I sound. How hard is it to tell my daughter I’m proud of her. It’s just that every time I look into her face all I can see is her scumbag father staring back at me. I hate everything about him and everything about him that I see in her, especially.
Posted By Emily On 09.15.2008 @ 6:57 pm
wildflower
She could be called a wildflower because she is so willowy and breezy and you never know where her beautiful, sun-kissed face will next appear. If it will light up a dingy alley, or accent a rainy pier.
Posted By Emily On 09.14.2008 @ 4:21 pm
She stopped and looked at the wildflowers growing in the field behind her house. Ever since she could remember they’d been there and she’d hated them. Her childhood allergies afflicting her every time she went outside to walk the dog, or get some fresh air. And now, under these circumstances, she loved them more than any flowers she’d ever seen in her life.
Posted By emily On 09.13.2008 @ 11:36 pm
