Who loves you baby?

Sorry there hasn't been an update lately. I know all you rabid readers of my mine were extremely disappointed. The big thunderstorm two Friday's ago knocked out our power and then made our computer go out and it decided it never wanted to work again so here I am at my fathers office checking my 43 new e-mails and 10 new MySpace messages. I also happen to be failing English class because I can't turn in my assignments. Wonderful, no? Oh, by the way, I am starting this protest and a fundraiser to put a real candidate for the presidential elections. There should be someone I want to vote for. It shouldn't be that you should vote for someone just because you don't want the other one to win. It'll be great. Us youngins are going to actually do something, okay? I think we all need to get off our lazy asses and stop complaining about the government that we aren't even trying to change. I'll update with the details later. But, if you are going to be in the are for it, please come. It'll be like the seventies all over again. Like the modern day hippies but without the flares and tie-dye. Well, pray for my uncooperative computer back home.

Emily


व्हो लोवेस यू बेबी?

Dark Humor

The other day in English class, we read a poem by Walt Whitman. It was about war. It was really great. I absolutely loved it. In the poem, the narrator was urging the drums and bugles to play louder so that no one would notice the horrible things of war. It was so cool how he explained it. I mean back in all the wars before Vietnam, the only time we really saw soldiers was when they came home and there was a huge parade and then Vietnam came and everyone saw what was happening in the real war, everyone threw a huge fit. He was so ahead of his time with the poem. It was great. I love poetry in English class. This other one we read was about how this guy found out how all of life was a dream and in war he awoke and saw that real life was nothing but a nightmare and then the last line was the most amazing. Such dark humor: "And when I died, they washed me out of the turret with a hose". It was so great how it conveyed how war takes away both the guy that died because he was simply washed away and the person who washed him away because it was inhumane to do such a thing but that's what happens in war. My English teacher is amazing. Okay, that's all.


Emily



P.S. Did you know that buy switching to energy efficient light bulbs, you save money because they are guaranteed to last seven years and each light bulb saves 25 pounds of carbon dioxide from being released into the atmosphere. The choice seems obvious; energy efficient, duh.

Questioning our position.

डेस वार स्टील हवे पुर्पोसे इफ तेरे इस नो पाके तहत फोललोव्स

It's Hindi.

Translation: Does war still have purpose if there is no peace that follows?

The answer seems obvious. Is it really?

Number One.

Hello all. From the title I assume you know that my name is Emily. I'm young and I have many Utopian ideas floating around in my head. Sometimes, I think my ideas are worth a shot. I get money for traffic on this site and I want to give it to charities. Mostly charities that will help people in third world countries who don't have food, jobs, education, or money for good medical assistance. Who knows, maybe my "perfect world" ideas could help make everything a little better. Remember, the more traffic I get on my blog, the more money for charities.