That Slight Feeling of Deflation

So, things have been pretty rough for me and my friend these past few weeks, over a dispute about money.  I finally got to talk to her about things, and we've been doing great.  That was the best of it.  Well, I take it back; it was also nice to find out she was friends with one of my classmates.  And the three of us really get along great.

I guess it was also nice getting to try Hannibal Lecter's favorite wine: Chiatini, and finding that I really liked it (even though it is a VERY dry red).  The issue arose when I realized that my bubbly classmate really likes the scruffy short boy I was interested in...and he really likes her, too.

I guess what this whole thing forced me to realize is this: if a guy likes you enough, he's going to make a move.  And obviously, just being nice doesn't equate to "I like you".  It's probably more in the vein of "I want to be friends" or even "I want you to go away and leave me alone."  If a guy is interested, he's not going to be totally reserved and whatnot.  This isn't Victorian England.  This was a bit of a blow to me because I realized that I am not exactly popular with the guys in any way, no matter how much I might want to convince myself.  As a result, I drank a lot of Chianti.  I'm sure I'll be feeling it in the morning.

The Departed (2006)

Just finished watching The Departed with Italia, and oh. my. god.  That was a crazy movie!  It was so fast-paced and so confusing, but seriously impossible to stop watching.  I LOVED it, but I almost feel like I need to watch it again, just to catch everything.  I'll try and see if I can post a review on here (or Cinema Sweetheart) tomorrow, 'cause tonight, I'm just too tired to write any more.

The Film's the Thing

Rachel is in a film directing class, and since I'm fairly good natured (and often too nice to say "no"), I usually get recruited to perform some part in all of her films, from Good-Intentioned-Best-Friend, to Crazed Fangirl, to awkward, terrified, boyish Roommate who is dolled up in makeup to the tune of Popular from Wicked.

Now, in real life, I don't like to wear makeup.  I think ponytails are awesome. I don't wear skirts.  And I cringe at the suggestion of "makeover" from well-meaning friends.  So, of course, this seemed like the perfect idea.  Put Emmy in makeup and a skirt.

It was an easy role; I just had to magnify my horror at having to wear eyeshadow and lipstick.

The first attempt left me looking like the Joker from Dark Knight.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing.  "You wanna know how I got these scars?"

Dreaming of Short Boys

I had a dream last night about one of my co-workers (who happens to be a friend of a friend).  When I first met this guy, I thought he was a complete ass, totally stuck on himself, etc.  But, I've been starting to realize that he's not all that bad...in fact, he's a really nice guy.  Since he has a girlfriend, it's been easy for me to slip myself into the friend-zone, so that we can just talk and hang out a bit without having to worry about anything happening between us.  But, last night, I had a dream about him, and although I can't remember any of the details (the dream was shattered by my alarm clock), I do remember it was beautiful and wonderful.

And I felt so lost, when I woke up and opened my eyes, only to realize he was not lying next to me after all.

Pondering

Sorry I've been so AWOL....(God, I feel like I'm always saying that recently).  But, I seriously have been really busy with stuff here.

And that leads me to the important bit here....I'm starting to consider actually posting more personal things on this blog (or a completely new one, not sure).  I feel like I kinda want to stop hiding behind a computer screen, not even letting any of you know where I'm from or what I look like.  I don't know....I mean, I don't even have Facebook, and EVERYONE has Facebook.  I guess I've just really been thinking about things like that recently, and I feel like I'm either going to get a Facebook, or post pictures and information on the blog.  Doesn't mean I'm going to give you guys my home address or anything like that, but I might say which state I'm from, or possibly agree to meet up with some of you if you're in the area.  Please don't get too excited, though, since I'll prolly be sitting on this for a really long time...

So, just thought I'd get that out there.  Hope to be posting more often...

xo,

Emmy

Memories

I stepped into the loneliness of the beautiful day,

and allowed myself the time to sort through my memory bank.

Alone with my thoughts, I discovered things I had long since forgotten,

I remembered words and voices that to me, no longer existed.

At first happiness,

then pain.

How do I close up these thoughts again?

How do I put them away?

Can somebody tell me

how I can forget--

again?

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!  I hope you all have a wonderful time with family, friends, and perhaps a bit of beer (in moderation of course :P)  As for me, I'm planning on cracking open a can of stout that I bought just for the occasion :)

As an Irish girl myself, this is one of my favorite holidays of the entire year, though I feel like sometimes, people tend to get out of hand with things.  That being said, I hope you all have a SAFE, FUN, and very HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!

What Do You Want From Me?

I know I haven't been writing much lately.  I've just been very busy, and on the rare occasions when I actually have time to write, I can't think of anything worth saying.  So, my dear readers, I'm turning to you!

What do you want me to write about?

Did you like it better when I blogged about books?  Ranted about guys?  Reviewed films?  You tell me what you'd like to see on this blog, and I'll see what I can do with your suggestions :)

I look forward to hearing from you!

Wilde Wednesdays #10

Waiting for that Special Someone

(Click the picture for better quality :3)

Almost Done!

Spring break is nearly here, and I can't wait!  Just a few more hours and I am OUT OF HERE!  I just finished my political science midterm, and although I was able to finish early (I was the third person out that door), I'm a bit concerned about it.  Of the five essays we were supposed to prepare, my professor chose the two I was least prepared for.  Hopefully I did alright, though.

I have an English midterm later today, but I'm not as concerned about it.  I mean, I'm concerned, but I read Sparknotes, and I feel like that's the best that I can do.  My problem is that I didn't have time to read during the semester, and so I had an 800 page novel sitting on my desk and a week to read it.  It only stands to reason that this would never work.  So, instead of reading the book, I used study guides...