and now i type whatever comes to my mind:

i'm jet-lagged
and i have homework to do
but i'd rather not.

i dislike chemistry. it makes no sense. my teacher hates me. greeeat. anyone wanna help me?

it's coooold. i am a wimp, i think my hands may fall off soon. but i love rainstorms so i suppose it's acceptable!

italian delis are the best. sandwiches = yumsies.

maybe i should at least pretend to do work. yeah okay i'll do that.

mkay bye,
emily!

ps: i was just in alabama. it was silly. i ate lots of *fried things (i.e. chicken and waffles), went to baptist churches, and felt incredibly white and out of place
i miss it lots.
yay