See Emily Play

Well, for starters, my name is Emily. I am a fifteen-year-old grammar/spelling/writing perfectionist. If you’ve read my stuff you would be quite educated and know that I love writing words. If you don’t know this then go on and read somethin’!

I run. For miles and miles and miles. I get a lot of crap from my teammates because, though I am quite good, I could be better if I took it seriously. But, the fact is that I don’t and I never will. I run because I love the feeling after I finish. There’s nothing quite like it.

I read. Book after book after book. Lately I haven’t, but I think I deserve a break after reading one book after the other all throughout my life. Thanks to my constant devouring of literature I have expanded my vocabulary a great deal. After each book I read I feel smarter. I learn something new every time I read a book.

I listen. To everything. The birds, the frogs, the bugs, the dishwasher churning just feet away from me, and most importantly: music. I’ve recently discovered that I’m not genre specific. I’ll seriously listen to anything. Just let me turn on my iPod or put a record under the needle, and I am at peace. Though, I will admit, sometimes I enjoy the sound of silence (recognize that reference?!?) even more than music. Sometimes my ears need and deserve a break.

I knit. Laugh all you want; I don’t care. I learned last year and am eager to pick up my knitting needles again once the weather gets cooler (knitting in the summer just doesn’t work for me). Once fall and winter roll around you’ll find me sitting in class, criss-crossing the needles in front of me, and yet still paying attention and hearing every word uttered out of the teacher’s mouth. I’m quite good at multi-tasking.

I sing. Anything and everything (except opera, which I cannot stand). I like listening to my voice echoing off of the walls all around me.

I used to act. Now I just don’t want to anymore. I’ve chosen my road; it’s red brick for me. Goodbye, yellow!

I cook. Meal after meal. It all started when we got cable and I got hooked to the Food Network. I would make dinner and pretend that I was on camera. Idon’t do that anymore (okay, maybe I do now and then), but I still cook. I love the finished product. I love that a whole bunch of little things mixed together can make something that’s so delicious and pleasing to the taste buds. That enthralls me.

I write. Constantly. I picked up a pen, started writing a poem in sixth grade, and I never looked back. Here I am, five years and several poetry-filled notebooks later, still chugging away. I’ve broadened my horizons of course (see blog for examples), but poetry is still my foundation. I hold two jobs with two different newspapers: The Buffalo News and our local Pennysaver. It’s just great that I am making a living (sort of) with what I love to do. The money I make from doing what I love is usually spent on clothes and records (two of my other loves).

I think. Probably too much. I’d rather be all by myself than in a huge crowd of people I love. That’s just how I am, unfortunately. Most of my thoughts are composed of writing. I’m always thinking about what to write next.

I’m quite small and short. I, for one, blame my short parents.

I’m a good girl and I’m proud of it. I have a bright future ahead of me and I can’t afford to ruin that. I make the right decisions, get good grades in school, maintain friendships and a boyfriend as best I can, spend time with my grandparents as much as possible, tell my parents I love them several times a day, am polite, and use proper etiquette. I wasn’t raised to throw my life away, so I’m going to make sure that it stays out of the trash. I’d much rather be home writing than around a group of stupid drunken teenagers that can’t hold down alcohol. That’s not me and won’t be me until I am around or at the proper age.

Sometimes I’m a bitch, I’ll admit it. But, when I get in that rant-y mood I express it here on my blog. Go ahead and click on “Rants” and view all of my suppressed anger. People anger me, and I’ve noticed that I honestly can’t handle being out in public with some of the people in this world. But, that’s just me.

I run,

I read,

I listen,

I knit,

I sing,

I used to act,

I cook,

I write,

I think,

I’m quite small, and

I’m a good girl…

but sometimes I can be bitchy (and I just had a serious case of deja vu right now!). Go on and read about my life. I’m sure this “me” part is getting annoying. Now scat, I say!