spaceout

hi.

my name, clearly, is emily.

these are my extremely useless rantings, so long as i stay the totally anonymous person i am currently.

if i, say, win the nobel peace prize or become a fabulous movie star, these rantings may gain some value, monetary or otherwise.

but i don't see that happening in the forseeable future, so these rantings will stay as they are, totally unnecessary.

allow me to explain the whole "outer space" thing.

i have recently developed an appreciation for space.

that's because i've always been related to space.

my parents unfortunately decided to give me a first name that started with "e."

that wouldn't matter too much if it wasn't for the fact that my last name, withheld for safety reasons, starts with "t."

yes, e.t., like the alien movie.

i used to hate it when people would call me e.t., but i've gotten over it.

now it's just immature.

yes, i'm talking to you, kid whose name i will not say for fear of association.

anyways.

moving on, this is my blog.

i may not post every day, but i might, because i have waaaaaaaay too much time on my hands.

i will now refer you to some fairly interesting (usually) blogs. and one that's just funny.

messagesfrommallory.typepad.com

candysushi.typepad.com

raelynrites.blogspot.com

tinleytalks.blogspot.com

delaineedl.blogspot.com

and the funny one: aliyapapaya.blogspot.com

the end:)

love you to the moon and back,

emily