Obligatory birthday post

I feel like I’ve been 18 forever. It’s about time I aged.

The number of years I’ve been alive is a complete façade. My age doesn’t define me. My mom has always said I’m “<insert age here> going on 30.” My confidence and general know-how is what defines me.

I’m typing this in a room with a Powerpuff Girl poster and Gary Paulsen’s Hatchet, which I am currently rereading (I first read it in sixth grade). I guess I’ll continue growing up in some ways and remaining a kid in others.


The bulletin board

You can tell a lot about a person by what they have on display in their room/home/office/wherever.

All of these items were deemed worthy enough to go on display on my bulletin board. Tell me what you think.

  • Three dried roses (purple, yellow and red).
  • A picture of my daddy with a little puppy version of Grady.
  • My best friend Kevin sitting on a steeple and looking out at our mud-covered track (this is quite possibly the best photo I’ve ever taken).
  • A picture of Robby and me at our favorite place: the waterfall.
  • A seeing eye dog calendar I got for free from the JMC office because nobody else wanted it.
  • The ticket to that hockey game we went to a couple of weeks back for my daddy’s birthday.
  • My name tag from Communications Day 2011.
  • My name tag from the Board of Trustees dinner two weeks ago.
  • Three fortunes (two you’ve seen in a recent post).
  • A card from my mama (it reads “Emmie  – you are the sprinkles on the donut of life”).
  • A framed article I wrote for  The Buffalo News NeXt  quite a few years ago.
  • A photo of my best friend Kevin and I at graduation.
  • A photo of Papa and me; the second-to-last photo we ever took together.
  • My movie ticket for the latest Underworld movie.
  • Three valentines.
  • Ticket to the SBU women’s basketball game at Binghamton in November.
  • SBU Hip Hop show tickets.
  • “IOU PIZZA” card from Denny (still have yet to see said pizza).
  • A leaf caught before it hit the ground. (“This leaf has never touched the ground before” – Sarah Mars.)
  • Two pictures of Robby and me.
  • A heart made from a gum wrapper.
  • A picture of my favorite tree.
  • A card that reads “CHOICES” and another that reads “MOTIVATION.”
  • One of my business cards that came out wrong, as a reminder that things don’t always go as planned the first time around.
  • My Denny dollar.
  • A10 Honor Roll certificate.
  • Coloring page from Sarah for my birthday.
  • Certificate of Achievement for last semester.
  • Name tag for the JMC Honors Dinner.
  • A picture of Papa in an angel frame.
  • A letter from Robby for my birthday.

Can you figure out what kind of a person I am through these items? Probably not, but you’ll probably at least get an idea.


Yesterday was my brother’s 21st birthday. My family went out to Ellicottville Brewing Company for supper and a few drinks their newly legalized son/brother/friend. While this was all going on in snowy Western New York, I was in sunny Florida, soaking up water and sun at Disney’s Typhoon Lagoon. It wasn’t like “OH MY GOSH IT’S SOOO WARM OUT!” but it was definitely warmer than the weather we left behind in Buffalo. The sun was beautiful, and when we would lie down on a lounge chair and soak up a few rays, it felt like a summer day.

You’d think I’d learn from the experiences with the sun I have had in the past, but of course I didn’t and I never will. My friend and her mom are Filipino and tan very nicely whereas her father and I do not. We’re white as white can be, and even he, who slathered on the sunscreen, got burnt to a crisp in places. But of course, none of us realized how burnt we were until we got back to our villa.

Taylor (my friend) and I ran around in our bikinis to the pool (where we got tossed around by the giant wave and had a blast) and then took a ride down the Lazy River with a bunch of German kids. After that, we hit every ride in the water park. The Crush N’ Gusher water coasters were our favorites as well as the water slides we went down. We laughed at stupid girls that screamed at the littlest things and were intrigued by the Europeans/South Americans and their thong-like bathing suit bottoms. The Speedos creeped us out a bit and we avoided men wearing those as well as the very hairy men walking around. I saw enough hairy men yesterday to last me a lifetime.

The day before, we had gone to the Magic Kingdom and walked around the park for hours. We thanked our lucky stars that we had gotten a Fast Pass for Space Mountain hours before our time to ride it. We walked through the Fast Pass line and got stared at by envious people standing in the stand-by line. We watched a show featuring Peter Pan, Wendy, Donald, Goofy, Mickey, Minnie, Daisy, Captain Hook, Smee and Maleficent before walking out of the park and getting interrupted by a character parade featuring a song from one of the High School Musicals that for some reason I seemed to know. But, back to Typhoon Lagoon.

So, we laid out and ate hot dogs and got ice cream, and it wasn’t until we got back to our villa that I realized just how much the sun had damaged my skin. My back and shoulders are badly burnt along with my chest, but it was all so worth it. At least I can go back to school and when people say “Hey, nice sun burn!” I can say: “Hey, at least I GOT sun!” That ought to shut them up.

Today was ventured over to Epcot, and though a lot of walking was involved, it was one of the coolest places I have ever been to. We “traveled around the world” and visited every country they had to offer us. In China, I bought myself a pretty butterfly ring and plan on buying more rings in the very near future. In Germany, I purchased some German chocolate and just finished it a few moments ago. When we went to Japan, I happened upon a bonsai tree grow-it-yourself kit, so I bought it for my brother’s 21st birthday. I remember him saying something about wanting one but knew my mother would never be able to find one for him. I think it’ll be worth it when I see the look on his face.

I found soap in France with the fragrance of Lilies of the Valley; the flower that happens to be my mother’s and my favorite. So, I bought it for her. I can’t wait for her to open it. I wasn’t planning on buying things for everyone in my family, but I find myself finding the perfect things for my family, so I figure I might as well purchase them. I’ve aready bought myself two necklaces, the ring, a hoodie and a keychain, I’d say I’m almost set. I just want a cell phone charm, a bag and some hair clips and then everything on my list is checked off. I need to find something for my youngest older bro yet (I bought my oldest bro a Nemo antenna topper) and maybe something for my dad. But, I never find anything for my dad no matter where I go; I guess I’ll just have to buy him what everyone else does: a mug.

It’s nice to have her back

I’m weird. That’s what I have learned over the past few days.

I had a few birthday parties to attend this past week (because it seems that everyone’s birthday falls on the SAME DAY). I had to celebrate my grandma’s for a few hours before attending the first one, so that’s what I did. We ate my mom’s special dessert, and I was itching to go, so I hopped on my bike and away I went. I arrived and they were watching a movie. And a really stupid one at that. I’m not a fan of stupid humor movies, so I obviously really didn’t like Airplane. I was also busy focusing on the boy behind me who was hugging me and running his hands through my hair. That can be distracting.

Because I’ve discovered just how much I love being all in my lonesome, I hate being around people. Even people I usually enjoy being around. I couldn’t wait to go home (well, of course, I stopped by my grandparents’ before going home).

The next day is when I found out how weird I am.

I went to another friend’s house (and was kind of dreading it because she doesn’t exactly invite all of the greatest people in the world), and was seriously like a little social butterfly. I went from group to group, just talking to everybody. I suddenly turned into my old outgoing self. I haven’t seen that part of me in quite awhile. It was nice to have her back. There was a specific group I hung out with (with didn’t include my boyfriend, oddly enough), and we even walked to my house to get my Pretty Pretty Princess board game we’d been itching to play. So, we did. In the dark of the trampoline. And swore at the game to make it more exciting.

After a summer of just wanting to be alone, feeling the urge to mingle and be around people was nice. I found a best friend in a girl I haven’t taken the time to talk to lately, and we’ve made plans to hang out all the time. I’m sorry I dreaded what turned out to be an awesome night.

One day summer slowly floated away

I have decided that I hate fall. I absolutely abhor it. When I was younger I thought I had to love it just because my birthday happens to fall (haha) within those select three months, but now I know better. I’ve learned to hate it.

Sure, the trees are pretty. Beautiful, even. Possibly even gorgeous. But… their prettiness doesn’t distract me from the true evils yet to come. I can see right through that pretty, innocent little façade. They can’t fool me.

I love summer. I love its warmth and the constant urge to go swimming in our beautiful pool. I found one thing I hate about it, though: that fall is the season right after.

Autumn just brings in a whirlwind of newness that leaves me dazed. It’s a season of starts. School, Cross Country (practices and endless trips to the “start”ing line), coldness, unwanted but necessary organization, and just all of that crap. And Autumn takes the sun away and leaves the world cold.

Summer’s still in the air for now, but I can feel it slowly floating away. Fall winds and clouds are slowly invading my tropical dreamland. The sun is going down sooner than it should. Oh, how I wish it was still June!

Emily’s poetry, a history

I’ve been writing poetry for years. My mother named me after her favorite poet, so why not carry it on? I started out with a composition notebook that I decorated with stickers. Everyone just assumed it was my diary, as if it couldn’t be anything but a shallow notebook with all of my deepest secrets and fears hidden inside. Nobody gave me enough credit. Boys would steal it from me, but I managed to get it back without any harm done. They were only teasing. Teasing is harmless, right?

After that was filled, I moved onto a pink camouflage notebook that had pens attached to the front of it. It was nifty because if I had an idea I didn’t have to hunt for a pen before being able to write it down. The pens were just there. That notebook was also known as my “diary” and even a teacher asked: “why do you bring your diary to school?” To which I simply replied: “it’s not a diary.”

I poured random thoughts and whimsical dreams into those notebooks. Within about a month, the pages started ripping out of the pink camo notebook, so I saved the paper, but threw the rest of the notebook in the garbage. It was time to move on again.

I found a regular old yellow spiral notebook and plastered it with quotes, stickers, drawings, and pop-up sunflowers that I ripped off a thing I had at home. Poetry was transferred from my head onto the pages of that thing for about a year. I entered the seventh grade with the same notebook, and only showed the ones I was proud of to my then English teacher (who is now a teacher in the high school). The boys in my grade grew up a little and stopped calling it my diary, and I continued writing.

For my birthday that year, one of my best friends (we barely speak anymore…) bought me a hardcover spiral notebook with puppies on the front. Said notebook lasted me for nearly two years. That notebook taught me something important. Because I wanted the notebook to last, I only wrote poetry when I really really felt like it and had a good feeling about an idea. I decided that I didn’t have to write about everything – but there are some things that I will always wish to remember. I still have one page left in that notebook that remains empty. If I fill it in, the notebook is done forever. I always want to have the option of being able to fill it up totally. It’s amazing to go from the earlier poems in that book to the last few. It’s like traveling through two years of my life in thirty minutes.

Eventually, I took a little notebook that was a party favor at some birthday party I went to (I think it was Carin’s) and ripped out the used pages. I then covered it with duct tape, and voila! New notebook.

Using the duct tape notebook, I rewrote some of the ones I am really proud of, but I also wrote a year’s worth of new material. I am still busy filling it up with my life, so it’s a work in progress. It’s crazy to see how much I have grown in the past year. There are some poems in said book that are extremely naive and young-sounding. I know I will say the same thing in the future when I look back at what I wrote when I was fifteen (the present… for now), but I like what is exploding out of my pen at the moment. Maybe I will post some examples in the near future (which is defined as: later today).