The galactic llama

Hey! I'm writing this blog because I love to and I need to in a way. Usually, I would want to put something witty and amusing here, but hey. That takes a lot of effort to think up, only for the sake of standing out. So here. I'll be bland. This is my blog, and I want to do great things with my life. I struggle with anxiety, but you know what? Screw you anxiety! This blog should be about me, not it. You're awesome. Even if you think i'm just speaking generally you're awesome and I mean it. Unless you hate gays, or participate in the sex trade. But hey, I bet you have your reasons and I hope to understand them, and hopefully through reading this, you can come to understand me. Or not. Whatever, it's up to you.

Boy and Kayak Drama!

What did I get myself into with this guy?! Flabby tummy, back acne, blonde hair, blue eyes, stocky and tall? Big hands for hugging, and now we’re hanging out on friday. I stayed up till 2am talking to him. Oh great! Oh great! I don’t want o kiss him! His name is Tadd, i’m calling him Tad. My last boy thing friend kind of guy was also a “T name” Toby. He also had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was nice and funny. Ug. Ug! Ug! Why do I always get all the nice guys?! And more importantly, why do I think that’s a bad thing. I’ll tell you why, it’s because I don’t find them sexy, simple as that. I’m turned off by their physical apperance. It’s all nice to talk but as soon as it’s time to snuggle I just get grossed out! I guess i’m being too picky, but my mum says one day I will find a boy who is the most beautiful guy in the world (to me) and he will love me back! I think that’s true. I’ve just got to hold out. Oh yes, poor poor me. I’m stuck with a nice guy! Oh woe is me. .__. Get it together Emily.

In other news my global finals over laps with my kayak trip. I talked to my leadership teachers and basically I need to choose. If it was just me, I would choose kayak, but there are other girls on my team, and I know that they will never forget that experience if we are blessed enough to go on it, It just makes you wonder though. Why time always get’s in the way.

Alone and Free

Okay. So yes. A lot of people, well 2, liked and re-blogged my last post. One of them even started following me. In hopes i’m sure that I will have come up with some grand scheme to save the world. Well, i’m sorry. I haven’t. I believe the first step in anyone’s journey to be a world saviour is to admit their flaws, and to my flaws I will admit, for indeed I have many. One of them being the ability to fluctuate from extreme spouts of burning emotion, to a low, zen, very adolescent like state. So i’m sorry. Today, I have just continued to work on my delegation for the city council. I want them to put labels on gas pumps warning about the effects of climate change. Besides that, i’ve been dealing with anxiety around the dreaded diving board. I was avoiding it all of the swimming classes today, and as soon as she let us go I bolted out beforeI was given a chance to reconsider.

I went out and saw the last of the lunar eclipse. It was pretty cool. But I got scared and ran inside. I wonder, how much i’m missing because of fear of going outside and all of that. Like, am I missing the quiet sounds of the river. Or would it be plagued by fear. It’s 2am.

I was up vey late having a fantastic conversation with a fantastic guy who I will not date because i’m too superficial to see past his tummy flab and back acne. That’s my own fault, and i’m sorry about that. I guess i’m scared too, i’m scared he’ll write poems about me. And care about me, I don’t want that. Why? I don’t know. I guess, I just like the feeling of being alone, searching discovering experiencing for no one but myself. Being alone and free have always gone together for me.

I wonder why.

occupywatchdog:

The fun facts about trees in the fight against #globalwarming

occupywatchdog:

The fun facts about trees in the fight against #globalwarming

ourtimeorg:

It’s time to accept science as fact.

ourtimeorg:

It’s time to accept science as fact.