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| Hello Xanga Friends!
Long time no see! I haven't been on here for so long... since March actually!
We have four more days of school left.... how amazing is that! I'm really excited for summer, but I suddenly just realized how busy I'm going to be. We will be in California for two weeks, the beach for one, and many other random things that take up random blocks of time.
But of course I'm excited to just hang out with people. I'm hoping for many CRAZY sleepovers and parties. I have a feeling that this summer is going to rock, especially since people have their licenses!
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| Update.
I haven't written in, let alone been on, Xanga in awhile. Facebook had me hooked for awhile, but you don't really do anything on it other than look at tons of photos or come up with a stupid yet clever status. And its sad to hear, but MySpace is dead. Seriously, when you think about it, when was the last time you received a comment from a real person, not just someone whose site was hijacked by a stalker?
School has been feeling extremely long these days. I think the start of long, after school practices is contributing to this. The middle school play is....well, progressing, I guess I'd say. I'm still pondering why in the world they chose a musical for the show, but it's entertaining. I mean, what's better than hearing a bunch of awkward (yes, we all were awkward in middle school, you can't deny it) people singing at the top of their lungs while doing corny dance moves? It doesn't get better than that . Yes, it will come together eventually, but for now, I'm enjoying seeing girls trip over their own feet, or boys struggling to hit the high notes.
It's snowing. Yesterday I wore flip flops to school. Summer is so close yet so far away.
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| I am so tired of winter.
I'm tired of going to bed with cold toes, and waking up with cold toes. I'm
tired of scarves and gloves, and I'm tired of wearing so many layers. I'm tired of goosebumps, shivering in school, and purple fingers. I'm tired of slipping
on ice. I'm tired of jumping over patches of snow. I'm tired of bland, dull colors, and I'm tired of it getting dark so quickly.
I want summer.
I want to sleep outside at night, under the stars. I want to fall asleep with the soft hum of a fan. I want to run outside in a sprinkler, and I want to burn my bare feet on the hot cement. I want to dance in the dirt at Long's Park, and smell the sweat of a good, old-fashioned CMCL moshpit. I want to catch fireflies, and I want to feel cold mud squish between my toes.
If it wasn't for the hope that spring will be coming in a few months, I'd move to Jamaica. Anyone coming with me?
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| When I decided to come back to Xanga, I told myself, "Emily, you are NOT going to get obsessed with Xanga. MySpace is still and will always be your best friend."
So I denied Xanga for a long time, despite the fact that I went on it everyday. But today I felt a bubble deep down inside of me. And I decided to listen to that bubble. And you know what that bubble was saying? It was saying that maybe Xanga is better than Myspace. And that maybe I miss Xanga, and maybe Xanga and I will rekindle our friendship.
I wish other people would listen to their bubble, because Xanga is no fun when no one comments. So comment everyone... or else I might be tempted to go back to the dark and terrible side of MySpace!
It's officially 10:31 p.m. And I have three paragraphs of my journalism article done. Life kinda stinks today.
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| Hello There!
This is Tyler updating for Emily, because she is a lazy person who never goes on here anymore!
I redesigned her site, so maybe she'll finally have the urge to tell us what's going on with her life.
Leave lots of comments to make her feel loved!
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