Slightly Random Post

Hello and welcome to a very random post!

I hope you can bear with me!

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Pictures of cats and other adorable thing I will never have:

I only picked 7 (7!) cute kitten pictures. There were so many!

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So I have a little pole at the top of the side bar. Here is the question:

Do you like fruit cake?
Yes or no.

More importantly:
Have you tried fruit cake?
Yes or no.

I never have. Yet.

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 Okay is it normal to be embarrassed about the stupid things you did as a little kid? Because I have done some seriously stupid things. Looking back on them, anyway.

#1: When I was about 5, I wrote a story that was basically the same as a Fancy Nancy Story. And I sent it to the publisher and tried to have it published. It was a terrible story.

#2: When I was 5-6, I dressed up like Fancy Nancy:

#3: When I was 8, I tried to write a story similar to write a story similar to the girl's in Read it and Weep but about my life. It was, once again a terrible story. Yet I still sent it to a publisher and tried to publish it.

#4: My mom got a new car, like, three years ago and I freaked out over it. I guess I liked my mom's old van? I dunno..I was crazy.

And probably the most embarrassing thing of all:

#5: When I was 7-ish, I made up a show and made my mom film it. I was a host and came in screaming "heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy!" Like some crazy diva-lunatic. Then I made my sister be a guest star or whatever. The show was stupid and some how my family put up with it-???? I honestly don't know how.
{Emily's cheeks grow red after thinking of just these five moments}

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Those Sleepless Nights

 Some nights sleep won't come no matter how hard I try. So instead of sleeping, I think. I think about the big bang theory and how science class says yes to this and my religion says no. I have faith in the lord but....I still wonder.

Then I think about the stars. And the moon. And space. And infinity.

By then I know I can't sleep with all my thinking.

By midnight, I try to read.

Only I can't focus.

I wish I could get up, out of bed and move, maybe dance.

Only our house floor creeks terribly. All my family would wake up from the noise.

So I stay laying down, thinking.

Making up stories about nothing.

Questioning why I remember useless facts like what the Conversational Law of angular momentum is rather than how to solve an arithmetic sequence.

Then I realize it's 3 am and it's useless to try to sleep.

So I try to quietly go down stairs to watch TV.

Before I know it, it's 5:45 and it's time to get ready for school. Maybe if I'm lucky it's Saturday and I can sleep in when I am tired. More often than not, it's Monday.

Those are my sleepless nights. 

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I hope you enjoyed this long and random post.

If you put up with me, let me know

in the comments.

Emily and more randomness