Emma Caulfield [me|them|past]
Emma Caulfield

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[ now | about me ]
[ then | remember ]

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[28 Sep 2002|08:55pm]
[ music |Rent - Rent ]

I'm bored.

You people suck.

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[20 Sep 2002|09:30pm]
I really should update.

I have nothing to say.

I was on AIM for a bit. Why did no one tell me my font was so.. purple?
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Feel it when your body starts to rock... [16 Sep 2002|03:22pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Do you ever wonder why this music gets you high?

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[02 Sep 2002|07:46pm]
[ mood |evil and lurking. ]
[ music |3LW, or is it 2LW? Whatever. ]

I am so evil, I'm lurking.

That's really all I had to say.

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[31 Aug 2002|08:37pm]
[ mood | embarrassed ]
[ music |"Well, there was this one time when Emma..." *SOB* ]

I am updating from the website. *sob*

Marla made me take her to Andrew before we did anything else. And to think we could be eating sushi and listening to local bands like Emmy wanted. Instead we're hearing embarrassing stories about me from when he and I met when I was 17. Joy of joys.

God. No one needs to hear this....

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[31 Aug 2002|05:55pm]
[ music |N.E.R.D - Truth Or Dare ]

Mother of....

Nicky sent me a huge huge huge floral arrangement.

Too bad I had to leave it home in LA, since Emmy and Marla and I are home in San Diego. Andrew, Sammy, and my parents.

Joy.

edit: This is my last post before I bury myself in long long long long posts on my friends list so expect me again in October.

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[30 Aug 2002|10:45pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I hate you all.

I have a headache, a stomach ache, and you people are too fucking cryptic for the greater good (though I'm one to talk).

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[28 Aug 2002|07:17pm]
[ mood | mischievous ]

I didn't finish that box of Thin Mints either....

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[28 Aug 2002|07:12pm]
I sat in one of the voice over booths for a few hours today, lights off, doors closed. Everyone else was out eating or doing whatever they do between 11 and 2. The booth is soundproof, with only a small window into the techie's quarters and that room had its lights off too, so I was in total darkness and total silence. Being in there, sitting alone with yourself, is surreal. The world just fades away and you are the only person alive. The earth only goes as far as those four corners.

Of course, the peaceful illusion was shattered as the 'search and rescue party' busted in and found me. dirty rat bastards. Yes, I fell off a cliff in the middle of LA. Come save me, please.
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Oh jeeze. [26 Aug 2002|03:13pm]
I don't even know when I last looked at my friends page. oh jeeze.

michelle is in pieces, and so is my laptop >:O

I'm tired. Nappy. I will be online tonight.
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[23 Aug 2002|07:31am]
[ mood |pissed/sad/dunno ]

I can't believe it. I can't believe you. Was 'kidding' supposed to make it all better? Erase the hurt, stop that blow-to-the-stomach feeling? Guess what, 'I was kidding' doesn't work. Maybe you should learn that you don't kid about stuff like that.

Whatever. I'm leaving for a bit. Be back when I'm back.

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[22 Aug 2002|06:00pm]
[ music |Joy to the World ]

Jeremiah was a bullfrog.

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[21 Aug 2002|10:55pm]
[ mood | blah ]

For some reason I seem to think I know what you would say if I asked you the question on my mind. It's not a happy thought so I am keeping it to myself.

Assumption is dangerous. But I'd rather risk that danger than the danger of taking a chance. Call me a wimp.

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[20 Aug 2002|03:41pm]
[ mood |wish that i could fly away ]
[ music |Norah Jones - Don't Know Why ]

Where does the rest of us go when we are so overcome in one emotion that we are that emotion?

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Welcome to the Hotel California. [17 Aug 2002|12:33am]
Where you can check out but you can never leave.
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