Day Eight: Your Favorite Internet Friend

I'd be lying if I said Jefferson wasn't my favorite internet friend; however, I do have close seconds. Like: Eric, James, Nicholas and Steve.
I don't really know how to go about this blog without sounding super cheesey, but I'm a girl and we're allowed to be cheesey, right? I'll try to contain my cheeseyness, nonetheless.

Eric: I can't say I know anyone like Eric. His personallity is complex and he is a major dorkous. He doesn't always talk a lot, but he's cute, so its all good. I like the fact that he knows what he wants to do in his life, and nothing will change his ideas.

James: James and I are complete opposites in most aspects, and I think thats why we click the way we do. Opposites attract, right? This child is bloody brilliant and over thinks everything. But, his over thinking normally gets me thinking even more, so I guess its okay.

Nicholas: Sometimes he's a major grouch, and he gets me in bad moods. But when he's not grouchy, he's one of the most super sweet and caring people I know. He's almost easy to talk to. He has a super cool gun, which gives him 19348 super cool points. I have faith that he'll go far with his writings.

Steve: Oooh Steve. I don't know where to start with this child. We don't talk very much anymore since he's always busy with those, "rave" things. He puts his whole heart into his friendships and always knows how to make you feel special, even if you're across the entire world.

Jefferson: There are many reasons as to why I love this child. But, I think the main reason is I know I can go to him for anything, and he'll listen. He never knows what to say back, but in spite of that, my problems seem to go away when I talk to him about them. I think it may be his wit (another reason I love this child so). I love his nerdyness and geekyness.

I could have said a lot more things about all these people, but I had to contain my cheeseyness and I was just out of nice things to say for the day. On another note, I'm sorry that I was neglecting my blog, and I'll try to get back in the habit of it. :)

Day Seven: Things You Hate

I hate birds.
I hate drama starters.
I hate when I go on Chatroulette and all I see is two-inch penis.
I hate animal abusers.
I hate ice.
I hate when I'm prepared for something to happen, and it just keeps getting delayed.
I hate attention whores.
I hate when people in class feel the need to opinionate every stupid thing that comes to their mind. No one cares you work at VGs and its different than Wal-Mart.
I hate my wireless internet.
I hate liars.
I hate rude people.
I hate when people don't answer your texts. Or answer with one word.
I hate people that have six kids, when they shouldn't have any at all.
I hate reading.
I hate bugs.
I hate when my dog pushes me off my pillow, just so she can sleep on it.
I hate clowns.
I hate teachers, except a certain few.
I hate the winter, I'll just be honest.
I hate black jelly beans.
I hate the letter, 'k'.
I hate when people try to use proper grammar, and fail.
I hate when people talk, and I can't understand anything they're saying.
I hate pants.
I hate shoes and socks.
I hate garlic and onions.
I hate doctors.
I hate the word, "whatever."
I hate when I have bad hair days.
I hate rude costumers.
I hate when I'm tired, but I don't want to go to bed.
I hate bad movies.
I hate when people have their Facebook's blocked.
I hate when people start typing and then stop, and their box turns orange.
I hate people that drive the speed limit.
I hate people that don't have a sense of humor.
I hate sand.
I hate swimming with fish.
I hate seafood.
I hate when Facebook changes.
I hate Myspace.
I hate when I'm hungry and theres no food.
I hate school.
I hate people that think they know everything.
I hate war.
I hate most free On Demand movies. They suck.
I hate people that breath loud. I can hear you, and thats not good.
I hate seeing commericals more than 10 times.
I hate breakfast.
I hate rollercoasters.
I hate heights.
I hate Spanish, not Spanish people, just the language.
I hate when fat people use those scooter thingies that are meant to be used by the handicapped.
I hate abortion.
I hate when people use the words, "fag" and "gay" as derogatory words.
I hate public restrooms.
I hate cancer.
I hate fruit on the bottom of yogurt; mix that shit up.
I hate people.

I'm done for now...The list is getting too long.
Thanks for reading!

-Emily.

Day Six: A Stranger

It took me a while to decide who I was going to write on. I come in contact with strangers everyday, but my short encounterments with them didn't give me enough to write about. However, tonight I was with Kyle and Collin and we decided to go on Chatroulette and Omegle and talk with a bunch of random people! Luckly, I found the stranger I wanted to talk about.
His name was of course "Stranger," well until he added me on Facebook and his name is really Matt. He's 21 and lives in Virginia. He was studying two types of engineering, but then he switched to music compostition and he's continuing to study that! He wants to be either a professional composer, college professor, private tutor, choir director, orchestra director, or a concert pianist! He has about a bazillion choices for what he can do with a music composition degree (or whatever its called).
He's a cashier, I don't know where at. But he says he's too busy with school stuff to continue with work. I know all about that feeling. I'm assuming he likes talking with people, or he wouldn't have been on a chat site. He's single, but wants to change that.
Well, thats all I'm going to write. I could keep going, but its late and I'm afraid I might just start to ramble, if I haven't done so already.

-Emily!

Day Five: Dreams

Hmm, my dreams. I don't really remember my dreams, and if I do, they're extremely, extremely weird and don't make any sense. Like last night, I had a dream that I was part of the Sex and the City people, and we had to cross the Alantic Ocean, without any boats or anything, and save babies...Yeah, I don't really get it either. Most of my dreams involve the people I'm closest to, or the people I talked to right before I went to bed.
I had a dream when I was little, and I've never forgotten it...I don't think I've told many people about it because I think it kinda symbolizes my relationship with my dad. Heres what happened: It was me, my sisters, my dad, and my step mom. We were going on a road trip, I don't know where we were going, but we were excited. We were in the middle of no where, it was just road, and trees, no other cars, just us. It wasn't scary, it was a beautiful day. Well, we had to stop for the night and rest. We just pulled over on the side of the road, like I said, there was nothing around us. For some reason, my sister Kristen and I slept outside of the van. The next thing I remember was waking up, (in the dream) and seeing my family drive off, without me. I ran after them, as fast as I could, but they didn't stop, and I couldn't catch them. I stopped in the middle of the road, fell to my knees and cried. I woke up, crying.
I guess I've always thought that that dream was my dad, abandoning me. I felt like thats what he was doing when I was little, so I always used that to explain the dream.
Thats really all I have to say about my dreams. They're just dreams that don't make sense, besides that one, I've never had any that mean a lot.

Thanks for reading!

-Emily.

Day Four: Siblings

My family tree is a bit hard to follow, but I'll try to make it easy. I have two half sisters: Amy and Kristen, and one half brother, Aaron. But, I also consider Jenny and Adam (Bubba) to be my step sister and brother because my dad was with their mom when I was seeing my dad every other weekend; so it felt as though they were my family. Thats where most people get confused, if you've followed me this far, you're good. Growing up I was close with my siblings, except with Aaron (I'll explain why), but once Mom and I moved to Colorado when I was seven or eight, those relationships got lost, thankfully, thanks to Facebook, we've been able to reconnect. If it wasn't for Facebook, I don't think I would have ever found out that I had a little brother, Aaron. It wasn't even a year ago that we were able to connect and start talking. Again, thank you Facebook! (This blog might be a little hard for me to write because of emotions, again, but I'll try my hardest to make some sense.)

Amy - I'm not going to say much about Amy...We're currently not on speaking terms and its absolutely tearing me up inside. I know we've never been THAT close, but I was trying to fix that when everything went to Hell. And no, I wasn't trying to get closer just because our dad was sick, I wanted to be part of her life again. I still love my sister, and I hope shes enjoying the newest addition to the family...

Kristen - I could write a book about the lies my sister told me! (Don't worry, they were in good fun!) Like the one time she told me if I went outside and rubbed all the chalk all over the sidewalk, I'd make fairy dust. Or the one time she told me if I drew a picture of what I wanted and put it under the pillow with my tooth, the tooth fairy would leave whatever I drew instead of money. Yeah, I'm STILL waiting for my unicorn. I've always looked up to my sissy, and still do. I remember as kids, if she had to pee, I had to pee, if she was thirsty, I was thirsty only because I needed to be exactly like her! I remember one night we were sitting in bed and she put one of those Chinese finger traps on my fingers and wouldn't take it off. She also threw my jacket in the pond once, I don't remember why. I could go on and on about the memories I have with my sissy; I treasure each and every one of them. And even though Kristen bullied me, I still love her with my whole heart!

Aaron - There isn't much I can say about Aaron, I've only known him a short while and haven't yet met him in person. But, from our conversations, I can tell he's a pretty cool kid and I can't wait for the day that we can meet in person. I'm glad his mom found my mom on Facebook and sent a friend request.

Jenny - This girl just has the biggest heart in the whole world. Her kindness and willingness to help people astounds me. She is a single mom, and has been for some time. I know that being a single parent is hard, but Jenny has the skill down. Shes one of the best mothers and her little guy is so very lucky to have her. I'm glad shes finally met the guy of her dreams, and I hope they stay happily together for the rest of their lives. I love you Jenny, and can't wait to see you again.

Bubba - First, I have no idea how I started calling him Bubba, I just do. He once told me if I stopped calling him that infront of his friends, he'd give me a dollar and a peice of candy, I did, and never got my dollar or candy. Growing up he was always the protective type. If we went to feed the geese at the pond, he wouldn't let me or Kristen be the last one with the peice of bread, he would. And Kristen and I would have to be on our bikes and ready to go before he gave them the last peice, just incase they tried to attack us. He was always the cool guy, at least in my eyes. He was the one that taught me to eat pizza for breakfast, and even tried to teach me how to chung a can of pop in three seconds flat. Yeah, I still can't do that. I love my Bubba.

This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I was extremely busy yesterday, with work and what not, so I'm sorry! Day Five will be posted later today, when I get home from work.

Thanks for reading!

-Emily.

Day Three: Parents

Day three is all about parents, so here it goes!

My dad, Jerry Allan Simmons. Its hard for me to talk about my dad most of the time...Most of you know why, but I'll still explain for those who don't. My dad and I were never close, yeah, I went to his house and did the every other weekend thing with him and my sisters, but he mostly worked, at least thats what I remember. I don't have very many memories of just him and me, but I do remember that he'd take me horseback riding, that was the one thing we did, just the two of us. For my ninth birthday, I went back to Ohio to visit him for Spring Break, Easter (My birthday either fell on Easter or was close to it). We watched a lot of Texas Walker Ranger; he always thought he was a cowboy. He had the whole dress for one too, cowboy boots, a hat, the shirts...When I was little, about two or three, I put on one of his shirts, boots, and his hat, went into the bathroom and cut my hair, all by myself (I was extremely proud of the job I did). I called my dog into the bathroom, hoped on her like a horse, and rode out into the living room. Anyway, back to Spring Break, he worked a lot then too, but he still made time to spend with me. He bought me a scooter for my birthday, I loved this thing. It was purple and pink, and so girly. We went horseback riding during that visit too. And that was the last time I saw him. This is where it gets difficult for me to write...I know I've said some pretty nasty things about him, but it was all out of anger. I know my dad loved me, my step mom recently told me he didn't have much contact because the divorce between him and my mom took a large toll on him and it hurt him a lot, the distance between us didn't help either. I guess it just hurts because I wanted him to apologize for not being in contact and acting as though he didn't care. I guess what I really wanted was just to see him one last time, hear his voice, hug him...Rest in peace, Daddy. I love you.

My mother, Julie Ellen Simmons. My momma is my rock, my best friend, and the most important person in my life. Shes my main support system, I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for her. She may get on my nerves at time, I'm sure I get on her nerves too, but at the end of the day, I couldn't imagine my life without her. I thank God every day that my momma is MY momma. My mom has been my teacher and my guider in life, and I couldn't ask for better advice. I know she just wants better than the best for me. She works her butt off just so we can have the things we want and need. I can't say I have a favorite memory with my mom because they're all pretty grand. :D I could keep going on and on about how greata my mom is and how much better than your mom she is, but I'll spare you so you don't get too depressed that you don't have such an amazing mom.

This blog has been hard for me to write, mainly because of the emotions connected with my dad. Also, because I couldn't think of how to word how I feel about my mom. I guess I can just sum it up into one sentence: I am the luckiest daughter in the whole wide world, to have a mother that loves me with unconditional love.

PS: I think its ironic that my mom was born in Texas, and my dad died there.

-Emily.

Day Two: Pets

Oooh, pets. Well, my pets are my children; I have two kitties and one little puppy dog. Oooh, I guess my fishie is worth talking about too! I'll start with my kitties!

My first kitty, her name is Phoebe. She doesn't get out much, but shes super cuddly when she does come and see you. I adopted her from the Humane Society a while back. It was a very random visit, and a last minute decision. But the choice was made by me and my mother because she was almost seven years old we figured no one would want her due to the fact that she was and older cat and everyone wants kittens, and she'd be put down soon. We think she was abused before she went to the shelter because of how timid she is and how she is so fearful of everything.

This is the only picture I have of her...

Like I said, she doesn't get out often.

My second kitty is Jasper Jax Jaximillion Jackson Charlie Humphry Dunken, but we call him Jax for short. His story goes something like this, I had a neighbor that didn't care about her cat and let it run lose, well, it got preggo and had kitties. Needless to say, I fell in love with all of them and begged my mother to let me have one. I promised to feed it every day, and bathe it when it needed to be (No, I don't feed him, but I do give him baths). I let her pick out the kitten, she picked out the runt of the litter, the little fuzz ball who had stiff hair and felt gross (He grew out of that gross hair, thankfully). He was my momma's kitten and always has been, even though I had to BEG my mother to get one...Stupid cat. He's turned into an extremely angry cat and we don't really get along, but I still love him!

 

My puppy - Isabella Moo. We call her Moo though. This is only my third dog I've ever had; I've always only had cats. I decided it was time to get a dog and started looking around for a good dog. I could tell my mother was latching onto the idea as well. We went to the Humane Society and found a great dog, but we weren't sure he was the one for us. We thought it over and the next day we knew we wanted him, so I called up and they said he'd already been adopted. I was upset, but it was obvious that he wasn't the one for us. So, I looked in the newspaper and found and ad for the same kind of dog, called the guy up and told him we'd be there that night. We met up and saw the dog, but we didn't feel a good connection, but, right before we left, we saw these cute little black and brown dogs. My mom pointed to one and said, "Thats the one, thats our dog." She was gorgeous, we both fell in love and knew she was the one we needed. She had a little curly tail, like a pig, and grunted when you picked her up (it was so adorable). Mom wanted to name her Pig, but I thought it was stupid, so I thought back and remembered that I had learned that, "Moo" meant "pig" in Thailand. Hence the name Moo. We took her home that night and its been more than perfect. I couldn't ask for a better dog.

And lastly is my fishie, Faraday Alejandro! Theres really not much to say about him, he's a fish. He swims around all day. He's got a good personality though. If you go up to his tank and shove your face against it, he comes up to you and flares up at you. He knows when its feeding time too. He'll be in a deep, deep sleep, and you'll just have to go, "Faraday Alejandro!" And he snaps up and is ready to eat! He sleeps a lot though, and often makes me think hes dead. He likes to sleep in his tree and kinda just floats there.

Well, now you've met all my babies! Thanks for reading!

-Emily.