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EmilyFarraway
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Name: Emily
Birthday: 9/7/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: FOAMY, FOAMY, FOAMY the Squirrel!
I like to make CyberDolls...and no, not THAT kind for you gutter-minded people.
When I get some more interesting interests, I'll tell you.
Expertise: Complaining and aiding those who are also experts in this field.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
6/19/2004
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| Just posting a quick little "hello". I haven't been in much of a blogging mood lately, this would explain the lack of posts. Things are going pretty well right now, but I'm not about to jinx it all by yapping about it. I haven't been depressed so far this week, but I could wind up being depressed again any time. To avoid panic attacks and depression I'm just taking life one day at a time right now. My future looks good, but who can truely say things will turn out how I want them to in the end? Going one day at a time stops that possibility from ruining each day for me. But right now as far as I'm concerned, I'm going to get exactly what I want in the end. I deserve it. | | |
| 1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them!"
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
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| There are two reasons why I usually update my blog: (1) something really crappy happened, or (2) something really good happened. But there's a flaw in this system, which leads to my post purging. All the positive and happy posts soon become bait for depression when life stops being kind. I don't like looking at the good times in the past when things aren't going well in the present. It just makes me want to have those good times back and it makes me wish things could be the way they were before, which means I start to fear the changes occuring. I've been using the So-There forum to vent because I don't go back and look at the posts, so there's no past to go back and read. I want to take my blog in a different direction. A direction that doesn't involve the people in my life, or what is happening at work. I think my writing skills will improve by making this change. Instead of typing posts that require no thought or skill about the day I had, I'll be writing about thought-provoking theories, prehaps a few reviews for books or movies, I will share interesting links that I find around the internet, when I move to Nanaimo I can write about activites (such as attending art galleries), and something I would really like to get into; sharing my opinion about products, foods, and such. I will also be writing about my artwork as well, since I'm slowly getting back into photography and painting. What prompted this change is I was checking out my friend's blogs and noticed they updated more frequently when they were unhappy. It made me stop and think about my blogging habits, which are pretty much the same. I thought to myself, "Sure, I post about happy things too, but they just end up getting deleted some where down the road because I get upset when I go back and read them." I'm tired of having blogs surrounded my so much negativity. This should change that. | | |
| Long post today. I've been updating on a super-secret-special blog, but I will copy and paste some of it here...
My friend Gb and I came up with an entire story for his pet turtle. Here's our convo. combined together and edited to make a story:
The turtle, yeah, we still have him. We let him outside once and we almost lost him, but it was a good thing he couldn't get far. His shell got all dry and he buried his head in the dirt between a spout and fence because he couldn't fit between it. He's in solitary confinement all day, seeing as he killed our other turtle. I think he was trying to attempt an escape from imprisonment. He obviously didn't think to bring fence cutters with him, or perhaps he couldn't find anyone to hook him up with any?...No wait, it was a wood fence, he could have tried with a razer. You know, I think that's how he killed the other guy. I'm sure he bit his shell so he couldn't get away, then cut 'em.
And that's the story of the turtle that I love, even if he is a murderer.
FINALLY went down the channel in Penticton yesterday! It was fun ^_^! It would have been more enjoyable if it had been warmer outside, but oh well. Anywho, I went with my friend Jenn and it was nice to hang out with her again. I hadn't hung out with her like that in a really long time. I tried to show her my chicken dance but it was really hard to do the wiggle part sitting in a tube, so I did it for her a few times on the way to the 7/11 instead. That seems to be my thing lately; randomly breaking into the chicken dance. *shrug* Brent and the people at the 7/11 seem to enjoy it.
The world has gone crazy: my friend Krystal's little 16-year-old sister is going to have a baby O_O. It's so weird; I still remember her as a little girl at school. Krystal pretty much raised her little sister since the day she was born so I imagine it's weird for Krystal too. Poor girl isn't ready to be a mummy...
I'm getting closer and closer to just going out one day and getting the tattoo I want. My friend Jenn said she will go with me, seeing as no one else will. She might even get her 2nd when she does. Hurrah! Unfortunately, tattoos are addictive, and we already know the ending to the "Emily goes and gets her ears pierced for the first time" story...or has it ended? I've been thinking about getting them pierced again. It's just a matter of where, I'm not out of room yet.
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| I have a few things I have GOT to get off my chest!
I'm finally back to being the good ol' Emily I used to know and love. I've finally snapped out of whatever weird, desperate, incapable little girl personality I had slipped into and I am so incredibly happy! I'm back to being the woman I used to be, who won't accept people's lies, lame excuses, disrespect, or games. I'm not afraid to say "no" and I'm not afraid of what people think, and so I'm sure as hell going to give my opinion. If they don't like me, that's fine, I don't care, as long as they give me respect. Just as the night elf archers say in WarCraft III, "I'm not just some plucky girl you can string along".
You know, I'm glad I grew up with a father that was so tough on me. He taught me not to take anyone's bullshit, to stand up for myself because no one else is going to, and to say what I have to say in a firm tone of voice if I want to get the point across; none of that silly screaming, yelling, or crying. He truly made a warrior out of me! I would apply this to my job, which is possibly why I'm so good at it. I never allow the customers to disrespect me and I did this by standing my ground while still treating the customer with respect, so by the end of the call they are thanking me for my patients, my ability to staying calm, and leave the call feeling happy.
Relationships seem to bring out the worst in me. I become too comfortable. I lose all sense of self and become a sniveling baby. I'm so much better than that! That is not who I am! I keep asking myself why I do that to myself. I never figure out I'm even doing it until everything I was squeezing too tightly falls apart or POPS from the pressure.
So why does this happen in the first place?
- Perhaps it's Kelowna that does it? Girls here don't respect themselves, so they don't get any respect from other people, and are actually surprised when they get treated like trash. They wear next to nothing to attract attention, but it's negative attention. It seems as though any attention at all is good enough for them, just like the girls who are in horrible relationships: a horrible relationship is better than no relationship at all, right? HA! WRONG......those girls need help. They make me really sad, I feel sorry for them. 
- Depression is a large factor as well, but how do I become depressed in the first place? It usually seems to happen when I stop expressing myself. I don't sing, paint, excersise, or dance. When I stop doing that eveything gets all pent up. I stop feeing good about myself, so I lose confidence.
- I seriously think that confidence makes the world go 'round. It can make you brave and happy. It makes you feel like you can do anything, and that's an amazing feeling, isn't it? Unconfident people fall into a slump and eventually aren't even functional enough to accomplish every day tasks!
- A lack of a support system can also be a factor. If you don't feel like there's someone there to cheer you on, you start wondering if it would just be easier to go with the "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" frame of mind. People now a-days seem more selfish than ever. If you ask them for help they seem to stop and think about it. "What could I get out of this?" Everyone picks and chooses who they think they should help, as if they're making a vital career choice. It's disgusting, to say the least.
So there's most of the thoughts that have been going through my head.
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