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.