This is the weblog of one Anush Emelianova. I live in Austin, Texas and am 20 years old. Sometimes I
make websites. You can reach me at
anush@emelianova.com .
Currently, I am on my way to law school, if they will have me. I have been known to post
photographs.
Garfield Minus Garfield
Dreams of Flying : a series of photographs
1 Out of 4 Homeless Are Veterans : a study
The winner of the Nobel for literature is less than impressed
Some delightfully awful graphics
Good Housekeeping : some useful tips for the 1950s woman
8848 - 1.86 : an artist chops off the top two meters of Mt. Everest and displays it
Short film : wherein a man breaks all ten commandments before breakfast
Musicians\' Real Names : I am crushed to learn that Alicia Keys\' real name is Alicia Augello Cook
A classic economic problem : map of single men vs. women across the U.S.
tomorrow will be better. smile.
Never suggest an angry person to smile. It causes them to grit their teeth to the point of shattering.
I suggest you start a careful extrication of your anger through belting.
How does one belt?
You put in the Smashing Pumpkins, or System of a Down, and sing along.
A line that is a favourit of mine is:
Despite all my Rage, I’m still just a rat in a Cage.
From the song Bullet with Butterfly wings. In the albume Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness - Dawn To Dusk.
In doing so you will realize that if you poisoned the water, you’d kill these guys too, and you’d wanna stop.
I like water anyway, you know, maybe I’ll have a cup now.
http://www.westegg.com/simpsons/
-Simpson quotes make everything better.
Bart: Eh, making teenagers depressed is like shooting fish in a barrel.
Episode: 3F21 Homerpalooza
Newspaper headline reads: PARADE TO DISTRACT JOYLESS CITIZENRY
Episode: 3F13 Lisa the Iconoclast
So this is what you do, start a parade, and be sure to have a float with a giant barrel where you shoot fish, and another with the smashing pumpkins playing, somehow, bring em back.
I want to eat breakfast, but I will starve myself because I suspect someone poisoned the water.
don’t ever make such miserable blanket statements about life- that’s my job.
i’m sick, my so-called workday off from school sucked & was NOT productive enough, my nana’s in the hospital, and what’s worse, nobody likes me.
you would be thinking of a thousand ways to counter this right now, you know- “oh lea! *i* love you! everything’s going to be all right.”
if you’re always managing that for me, you can manage it for yourself. buck up… even for those of us who suck/screw up/are widely hated, life is a pretty good deal. our little trials and tribulations are nothing compared to one day’s news cycle. relatively speaking, our lives are bursting with luck.
that’s according the ONLY part of my college app essay i like, anyway… so it better not be wrong.
chin up sweetheart… console yourself with life’s little pleasures… popcorn. or pandas, or something. xo.
lea
*according to
god i hate things i type too quickly to proofread! grammar! ahh!
Wow, I have not been here in ages.
Sorry.
But I also haven’t had 150 pages to read from my bio book in just one week, until now. I think I’ll go do that.
This is what my next week is like, just to show my wuykload:
monday - Chem Test (Chem is hard to ace)
Tuesday - Cell Bio Test (DeWitt courses are demanding, though extremely fun once learned)
Wednesday - Yearbook - 2 pages due
Thursday - Calculus Test (Oh, what fun. AP test problems)
Friday - Cell Bio Test Part B (yay, though this is much easier than tuesday’s part)
one test a day.
and my workload at home is worse.
business abounds.
i probably won’t be able to return for another week.
ermblooooog.
bye.
<3