Hello, this is Emily’s alter-ego (or subconscious or something like that) who feels like writing about her in the third person. She should (hah) really be doing french course work (or maths or English or any number of other things) but she isn’t right now, she’s sitting in the common room while this is being written.
She is looking forward to the MPYT performance tomorrow (well… it’s not going to be great but once it’s over then there’ll be fun and games again.) and feeling quite nice and warm inside still from a nice gentle weekend, the highlight of which was Saturday night, going to see some good ‘ol fashioned live theatre with Ellen, Charl and Joshuar-o (or ‘shaggy dog’) and then not getting enough sleep at Ellen’s.
She is also getting used to the idea that now, after five weeks of nothing, hope is pretty much given up for some people and will be even less inclined to believe people when they tell her they love her than she was before… not that she’s really bothered or anything, it’s just sometimes a little disappointing to be proved right (though it probably serves her right I say).
Glad that made sense.
She also wants to mention that she was going to write a blog about memories, and say how much she wants a house of her own (though she’d still be happy to live with the Turtles, just have a house for the slight amount of independence and give her some small feeling of control over her life) but this cannot be done at the present time, so might need to wait till the weekend or something. In the meantime, though, she says that if anyone wants to give her a Sunday-afternoon job, she would be very happy to take it. It’s not as if there are many people without jobs in this country already, she says.
Also, she wants to extend gratitude for her kind mention in ralph’s blog and comment that his call for an expression of thanks more than just saying ‘thanks’ was exactly what she meant in her last blog. Similar problems occur with the words ‘sorry’ and ‘love’, which gets greatly over used – unless you happen to have deep and meaningful feelings for chips or your favourite pair (or whatever passes for it) of socks.
Anyway she must really get some work done, so I must relinquish control of the keyboard. She apologises if this seems sombre, she is not in a sombre mood but perhaps my reporting does not have such a jolly mood about it, and anyway she is rather out of her mind with fatigue – not always the jolliest of feelings) BUT still wants those she cares about (that includes pretty much everyone who reads this, she thinks – and very definitely all those whose thoughts can be viewed in the links section -à) to know how fab they are and how much better and easier life is because they exist!
Xxxx
P.S. she also wants to say ‘aura’ because she needed to spell check it in English and the other word document she has open is in French. And she wants to say, listen to dave rovics (http://www.davidrovics.com/) because he rules, and knows that George bush is a Moron. She believes she must write another anti-multinational company blog soon. Perhaps nestle next. This weekend, while waiting to go to the theatre she and charl and ellen and josh and Harry were sitting in a chineese takeaway having conversations about who to boycott and while many of the others weren’t too bothered about boycotting things, it was refreshing to have people know about it, so she has decided to enlighten more people, then let them decide for themselves.