Hi, my name is Emily and I'm pretty much a big deal.
I'm a shittalker.
I'm vain at times and incredibly insecure at others.
The inbetween time is spent online.
I'm in love with Jay(season1) and Bradley(season3) from Project Runway.
And if Daniel wasn't gay, I'd tackle him.
(for the record, I'm now rooting for Michael. He's just coo'.)
The line "Live forever" saved my life.
I don't like having a lot of permanent relationships. One's all I need.
Insecure people bug me. Hypocrite? Yes.
I can't be tied down to one thing or place.
For the record, Ryan Ross isn't my enemy 'cause I dislike him.
He's a cool dude. I just didn't feel like having a ton of friends.
I don't like being myself so you're the next choice.
I steal lines from everything. Friends. Pete. Me.
One-liners overrule my mind.
I'm completely short for my age. But I kinda prefer it that way.
Nick Scimeca is my hero. Honestly.
If you don't own a Smiths' record, I won't talk to you.
"There's this great little band called 'Fall Out Boy', you might not know about them."

I like pretending they're my secret.

If you're gonna add me as a friend or enemy, at least say 'Hi' before you do. Relax, I'm not gonna bite.


I love this boy.

Best things in the world:
Rusty Housekeys. Melted balloons. Cold Ramen. Being namedropped. Dinosaurs on pencil sharpeners Concerts with bands you love. Open windows. Hoodies. Homemade shirts. Shock Value. Baths. Wednesdays. Backwards belts. Growlyface. Snakes on a plane. Watching people who have obviously not had enough sleep. "So Sick". Spelling grammer wrong. Fanzines. Holding hands. No, that's not me. Starbucks vanilla bean frappachinos. Hugs and kisses. From you.




October 10.
the kind of thing that gets stuck in your head and flashbacks only make it more difficult to be rid of. the kind of thing that your mind takes care of while your body handles the fingers moving. the kind of thing you curse of as you drift to sleep with your subconscious still preoccupied with what some stranger said.
I got a blogspot; come visit.

stuff. making out. you.

Fall Out Boy: Take this to your grave. Fall Out Boy: My Heart will always be the B-side to my tounge Fall Out Boy: From under the Cork tree (Both versions) Fall Out Boy: Evening out with your girlfriend Gym Class Heroes: As Cruel as School Children The Smiths: Rank The Smiths: The Smiths The Smiths: The World won't listen The Smiths: Louder than Bombs The Smiths: Strangeways here we come The Hush Sound: So sudden The Hush Sound: Like Vines The Pink Spiders: Hot Pink The Pink Spiders: Teenage Graffiti Anti-Flag: For Blood and Empire Anti-Flag: Die for the Government Hellogoodbye: Zombies! Aliens! Vamires! Dinosaurs! Weezer: Pinkerton, Bright Eyes: Fevers and Mirrors. Bright Eyes: I'm Wide awake, it's morning The Academy is...: Almost here. Cartel: Chroma Beck: Guero Beck: Mutations Franz Ferdinand: Franz Ferdinand Franz Ferdinand: You could have it so much better Brad Lebakken: Brad Lebakken The Pink Spiders: Teenage Graffiti Lifetime: Hello Bastards Lifetime: Jersey's best Dancers Lifetime: Background, Weezer: The Blue Album We Are Scientists: In love and squalor Panic! at the Disco: A fever you can't sweat out Motion City Soundtrack: Commit this to memory. Motion City Soundtrack: I am the movie, Gym Class Heroes: Papercut Chronicles The Sex Pistols: Never mind the Bollocks, here's the Sex Pistols! Joy Division: Substance Weezer: Maladroit, The Flaming Lips: Yoshimi battles the pink robots Jet: Get Born The White Stripes: Elephant The Killers: Hot Fuss Okgo: Ohno The Strokes: First Impressions of Earth The Strokes: Is this it