So life has been a bit...different lately, as you probably would've guessed. But it's not been as difficult for the past few days, now that Pastor's been teaching on this in GBI. He clears it up pretty good. Er, pretty well. Whatever, I've had enough good grammar for today. Today in English class, it was all about not using slang or whatever. I'm just laughing inside, because there's no way I'm going to start saying "Just relax" instead of "Chill!" It just wouldn't be me.

So what's the deal with this whole Master's thing that Beth's going to? Master's College? Something about swing-dancing? I'm totally lost (but what else is new, right?). Is she taking yet another "hiatus" or something? Slackin' off, I tell ya! jk!

I've gotten back into listening to KJ-52. I haven't heard his stuff for so long, I'd almost forgotten the words to Fivetweezy! Good stuff. I've also been getting into U2. Man, now that's music! And I just think the name Bono is cool. ;)


So now I'm reading Frankenstein, just like Beth recommended. I love it! I haven't even gotten to the part with his monster yet, but the writing style is phenomenal! I was going to get Dracula, but my mom totally freaked and was like, "Oh, my word! Why would you want to read horror, Emily? That worries me!" Maybe she's right, I don't know...but I have tons of other stuff I can read, so it's no biggie. You're not going to believe this, but...I still haven't finished Emma. Remember when I told you that I started it, like, two or three months ago? I'm not even halfway through yet! Well, let's just say that with all the millions of books in the world, I have a lot that I'd rather read than Jane Austen. And I've seen the movie, so I know the story anyway.

Since the poem I put on here last post was really crappy, here's one that I wrote a while ago that I think is better:

America's One Lack
by Emily

It is a great and beautiful land
With freedom for one and all
But with all of it, so strong and grand
Why do I feel so small?

The stories of our war for freedom
The wonderful tales of old
All of this should warm my heart
Then why am I so cold?

If America is a tapestry
And I am a single thread
A woven field, teeming with life
Then why am I so dead?

America can make the spirits soar
It can make the heart feel whole
But with all of its healing power
It cannot heal the soul.