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Name: Emily
Birthday: 10/24/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Greg <3. my friends and family. basketball. band. playing the mellophone with an amazing section. rollerblading. movies. swimming. biking. jeep wranglers. driving. forensics. dancing. taking random trips. being random. laughing. doing well in school. Fall Out Boy. Indianapolis Colts. my dog Sophie :)
Expertise: making people laugh(mostly at my expense), making people smile :)
Occupation: Forensic Biology/Chemistry
Industry: Student
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AIM:  ColtsFan1823
Member Since:
10/22/2006
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| School = 1 week. Graduation for me = 3 MONTHS! Wedding = less than 10 months to go!
AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where the hell did all the time go???
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| Internship at the crime lab starts tomorrow. I'm completely freaked out.
My dad and I took a dry run tonight. The drive is approximately 40 minutes without traffic. In other words, I'm leaving at 6:45 in the morning to get to work at 8 every day. This drive involves going through a figure 8 roundabout (ever heard of that??). This also means I'm traveling through the east side of Indy, which is the shadiest part and full of ruffians (like the word, don't judge ;) ). Help me.
I am going to die tomorrow.
Gave up on searching for another job besides Fresh Market. Apparently nobody wants a seasonal employee, but oh well. The green is literally all I'm seeing at this point.
So this means I'm working two jobs this summer. I have an internship from 8-1 in Indy and working at Fresh Market from 4 to close and doing full shifts on weekends. Where does this leave any time to have fun?
Unfortunately, I don't see where I can schedule fun and sun this summer. 
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| Holy comoly...
So I randomly decided to go through my LittleShooter site, of which I have not been to in what feels like centuries.
I came across the most hilarious posts ever. August 17, 2006, Alan was still being an ass to me and Denise, Bethany, and Amanda Schrader (back when she still considered me a friend) all ganged up on him and started attacking him on what words each other spelled wrong, Terre Haute vs. Ada smelling bad, and all sorts of crazym, retarded stuff. AND THEN, Greg gets on top of the argument after like 15 arguments and starts putting reality back into the picture. I have to say, he ruined the fun, but it was just so HILARIOUS that I couldn't stop laughing. I miss those days of crying and bawling over petty issues over people that I haven't talked to in years and probably never will again............................................(that was sarcasm if you couldn't tell).
I hear one of them is flunking out of school. Boy I wish I was there to see that because they told me once that my school wasn't good enough compared to theirs. Which was utter and complete bullshit, but that's beside the point. Why their opinion mattered so much to me, I will never know. Man I was a complete idiot senior year of high school and freshman year. Why didn't someone start shaking me and tell me to stop being a tard???? (Although I felt like people did, I just didn't listen--> it's that selective hearing that my parents claim that I have pretty bad).
Whatever. I wish Bethany, Schrader, and Denise would go back and look- it's pretty freakin hilarious. 
It's unfortunate that I've gotten more bitter since then. But I blame my less than subtle defensive tactics on my numerous fights with Alan and Pranav. Maybe I'm too outspoken and defensive and hate being wrong, but who doesn't like not being right? It's old, I know this, but I can't help it!!!! Damn my high school friends and their luggage.
If anyone else is interested and looking for a laugh, please see my other site LittleShooter. Guarantee that even if you have no idea what's going on, it won't take you long to figure it out.
Just a little finals week procrastination for you. 
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| While everyone's on the subject of ducks and eggs and life in general, might I point out a somewhat entertaining story. Personally, I thought it was gross.
Last week at like 11 in the morning, I just got out from working a 3 hour shift in the mail room. I went to get my bike from the rack and couldn't get my lock off. So while I was struggling with that, I heard this horrible noise and a bunch of kids talking. I saw them pointing at something. I look over near Brookhart and see this male duck trying to get on top of a female duck and making a horrible noise because the female duck wouldn't let him. He was practically fornicating with her right on the lawn!!! And everyone was like "ewwwww" or "what the hell" or "OMG DUCKS FORNICATING!", crap like that. One girl said "What the hell, are ALL men like this??" It was just the most awkward situation....like we were interrupting Mother Nature or something. Kind of like walking in on your parents....that kind of awkward weirdness. I tried to get out as fast as I could, just because it was so incredibly weird, but my lock wouldn't come off and I had to listen to the ducks squawking loudly and fornicating for what felt like an hour til I finally got it.
Then when Burke told me there were eggs outside my porch, it was like IMAGE PLEASE ERASE!
Yeesh.
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| Sometimes I just don't get the people I associate with. Which is really sad because I like some of them.
One in particular I find relatively creepy, psychotic, and downright manipulative. You never know what kind of stupid, condescending remark he has for you when you come into contact. And you never know when he's sober. I shudder with absolute disgust every time he walks into our apartment. When I hear his voice, I try to be as far away as possible. And this feeling is not just mine, but is shared with two other people that live with me. Too bad one can't see this, and has been blind as a bat for months and months and months. Truth be told, I have no idea how she has lived this way for so long. The rest of us stand at pretty much the same place on this, but none of us want to hurt her. But maybe this is why it has been getting worse and worse, I don't know. But there is no way I am blaming us for this ridiculous ongoing problem.
I've gotten to the point where it's just like, what more can possibly happen? I mean, just when you think that nothing could get more ridiculous and retarded, sure enough, something else happens. And what happens to one of us in this apartment, happens to all of us in some way. Every one of us is affected. Can she not see this???? Can these people who do stupid things realize that if it affects one, it affects all??? Even the ones who don't want anything to do with it???
Alcohol, people, is a depressant. In the simplest terms possible that I can come up with, it messes with your biochemistry and damages your brain cells at the part where you have motor skills and memory. Well, no wonder stupid things are said and done during this period. Maybe this is why you all are depressed and hate the world and claim you are lonely even though you have friends and family right here who will always care about you and be willing to do things with you that don't involve an alcoholic beverage???? I don't know. I don't really know what else to tell you except that the whole thing is stupid and irresponsible.
If you guys are silly enough to think that you can just run away from your problems and make things better with alcohol, smoking, and whatever the hell it is that you do, go ahead. My patience has been worn thin and I really don't need this right now in my life.
And this is the real reason why I hate drinking around most of you. You all fit into the not-fun category.
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