Welcome To The Hellmouth
Opened: August 8, 2008
Welcome to Emily The Vampire Slayer, my name is Emily (surprised?) & this is my personal webspace that is free for me to say as I like in. You don't agree with my ramblings? That's fine, leave. I'm not out to offend or upset anyone but, like most, I'm very opiniated... that can often get in the way of my desire to be friends with everyone I meet because I won't drop my beliefs for anyone. Why should I? But feel free to take a look around and comment my blogs. Any questions, issues or complaints can be addressed here.
Metaphorically Speaking
11.09.08
You know, I'm not sure what 'Metaphorically Speaking' is all about. Maybe it's the effect of having a Literature class last lesson, it just fries your brain; not to mention, we're Seamus Heaney-ing it again, I thought I'd escaped that after GCSE. Fact is, to be honest, he's a pretty darn good poet... but there's only so much digging and blackberry-picking you can take before you start seeing nature in everything. Apparently, Heaney uses things like a nice little trip down some fields picking blackberries as a kid as actually a way to show growing up, violence, guilt, sexuality and the darkness of life. Kinda creepy, I is thinking.
Far from sweet and creepy Seamus Heaney (hey, that kinda, sorta, almost rhymes!) my maths teacher is quite barmy. She's called Debs; have I mentioned her before? I'm not sure, it's been over a week since my last blog. Anyways, she drew a quadratic equation and called it Albert and has called the different shapes of the parabola(a shape of graph): Betty and Bertie. Morally, she's incredibly sexist... personally, I think she's fantastic. She beats even Mae West when it comes to carelessly insulting the opposite sex. The other day, this boy worked this sum out wrong and she said: "No that's not right, good try though, it wasn't your fault." He then said: "Oh, is it because I'm a guy?" And she replied: "Yeah, but hey, that's not your fault either."
Note: The following was written on 15th September.
I hate two-part blog, I like to write them all in one sitting, however, as is my life, I was pulled away by the call of the real world. The Internet, I feel is a separate world rather... strange and magical. Yup, ok, I'm a loser; but you already knew that. I'm also a very happy loser, even though something not very nice occurred the other evening. Friday night I was on Bebo and I got some serious abuse from Gareth, but, you know, I really just can't be bothered with him, he's so far from worth it. Because... other great things have happened! Kafie can make Rocky Horror and we're going on Thursday, she's meeting me at four after college; I got the Buffy magazines I wanted even though there was that whole cock-up with the payment, so that's all sorted. Looks like I may be getting a job in Argos, and my Mum is buying me Firefly and Roswell for Christmas. Oh, and on Friday, I'm going to Chantelle's birthday party which should be a laugh.
Pretty much all is well. And if I can gather any money, looks like I might be able to go to Alton Towers with Sam next Sunday. I can't wait to see my sexface Samuel!