Hello again. It is Saturday, and I am just now getting on the computer after waiting for about a week. I making lunch right now; Raman Noodles. Yum. OUCH! It just burnt me. I want to make sure that everyone knows that I am aware that everything I write on here is in danger of my parents (and who knows who else) of reading it. But it helps me to write all of my feelings down. After that I feel calm. So, anyway, I thought I would let you all know.

So, in the past week, not much has happened. I watched LOST, which was less than I hoped, but it was still good, I guess. Other than checking up on Jamie's blog, needadvice34.blogspot.com, I didn't get on the computer pretty much at all. I watched prison Break, which was good, but not great, played waffle ball, rode my bike, went to school, read and all that jazz, but nothing too special. So, I had a boring week. Oh! But last night I found out how to do this thing on Word where there's the circle around the c and r, the TM thingy, and :) and :( faces automatically!

I had a friend over last night. It was cool, but she comes over at least once a week or I go over there at least once a week, so it wasn't anything super special. It was fun though. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep, so I watched Aladdin, and then went back to sleep. I didn't watch all of it, because I got tired. This morning my friend (Kayla) wanted to watch it, so we did.

This morning was a mess. First, we were going to make pancakes, but we didn't have enough flour. Then, we decide to make French toast, but didn't make a recipe. So I called my mom, she told us, but we couldn't get it right, so Kayla called her dad. Then, when she was talking to him, I got it right, so we wasted that moment or two. We decided to make eggs to go with it. Bad idea. The kitchen was a mess and I was screaming and pulling out my hair. Finally we ate, and it was okay. I would've rather had cereal or donuts.

Flashback:
I am to yeers old. I like citties alott. I like to eet foads like macorroniey and chesze and ise creem. My moomy and dadday got taken awey froom me. I mizz teem. My moomy uzed to sey tat I am as preaty as a roze bush. My neam uzed to be Roze. Soomome toak me awey aftar my moomy and dadday got taken awey. Thay are vary nice. Noboody is meen to me heer. Everryome smilles wen I welk bye. I leve in a big houze tat is yelew. Theer r no picurs, but the peepole r teking alott. I hev a cittie named Snowpuff. Theer r big tees in oar backyerd. Theer r boces in the tees. I tink thay wach me, but one peepole seys thay r my moomy and the other peepole r my dadday, and the bocs is noot waching me. I dont beleave har.

Welcome to Elmo's World

Welcome to my life, my story. Yesterday I made this blog, typed this whole thing, and thenmy computer crashed. Yesterday, I was singing Elmo's World because it was stuck in my head, and my friend, Leah, says, "You should make a blog called Elmo's world cause that's your nickname (my initials are E.L.M.) and you seem to love that song sooo much." and I say, "Maybe I should." and I thought about it, and I did. So now you know how this blog.

So there's a dance on Friday, and I don't really want to go, but then again, I do. See, my friends want me to go, and one of them also wants her friend that's a guy to go. I actually might like this guy. I don't know. I don't want to, but, like my friend used to say, "Listen to your heart or tear it in two." I'm worried that if he desides to go, I'll want to go, and then I'll start liking him, and I DON'T WANT TO!!!! Oh, well. I'll figure it out later.

I'm mad at someone. I'm mad at her because she was immature and wouldn't let me have a picture of a cat because I was going to give it to a friend she doesn't like.I realize that I'm probably being immature by doing this, but I don't care. Then, she gives me a note asking why I'm mad at her. I tell her. She writes back saying I'm a big baby. She was trying to make up! NOT smart. Not at all.

In my profile, I wrote a little story. I will continue it at the end of each post. It won't be the same typing as this, but lighter and not bold, like this:

It can't be true. I guess, yes, it actually could be. No one was ever mean, I got my way, and, well, it makes sense. No one has ever glared at me exept that time when both Sandie P. and I wanted the same thing and I got it, she thought I wasn't looking, and glared. When she saw me looking, it quickly changed to a smile. But, the things everyone has ever said, the things I've learned, untrue? No. I won't belive it. I can't.
-Emma (fiction... or is it?)

*All characters in the stories are fiction... or are they?