Have heart for Joplin

For those of you who may not have heard, Joplin Missouri was hit by a devastating tornado last Sunday. It was an EF5 tornado. It’s path was a mile wide and four miles long. It leveled everything in it’s way. 

Here’s footage of the tornado itself. 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmXAONuL9tM

Many people lost everyting materialistic but some lost more than that. Some lost family and loved ones. 

http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=FJ9C1CNU

 http://www.facebook.com/FindWillNorton

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Joplin-Humane-Society-Animal-Adoption-Resource-Center/144041035612022?sk=wall&filter=2

There’s so many things you can do to help. This website has a list of ways to donate. 

http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/05/23/joplin.how.to.help/index.html?hpt=T2 

There’s T shirts and other ways of helping out too. 

http://bigfishtees.com/home/2011/5/25/hope-for-joplin-tees.html

http://www.mutigers.com/

Joplin is really close to my hometown. I live 2 hours from this devastated town. I want to do all I can to help and I want you to help me. Even if you have no way of donating you can do something as simple as reblogging this to help out. I want as many people to read this as possible. Please have heart. 

I know people reblog things that are similar to this but PLEASE reblog this! Joplin is hurting right now and they need prayers and help. so PLEASE reblog this post!

When you hold my hand, you hold my heart

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing, the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said: "All I want to do is hold your hand."

Woah! What's that? it's 320 in the morning and Emily is still up? Shocking...

Hey hey. Yeah, I'm not really feeling "inspired" But I can't sleep. There's just sooo much to think about. I coulddddd comment back to "really fricken cool kid" Allen but I want to comment at my best and this

 VVV  is not it. 

 

So here I am Blogging world. 

hey hi how you dern?

I'm grrrrrrrreat as you can see

Insomnia at it's best, or perhaps worst

Who knows, who cares?

I'm just sitting here waiting for the girl I'll aways love to text me goodnight so that I know I'll have the same amount of sleep as her so hopefully tomorrow I'll understand how she feels.

I have this electric feel

I'm stoked for tomorrows game. 

I feel like Atlas 

My shoulders hurt. 

I should go to sleep.

My dog will probably wake me up. 

She has a sweet disposition and I love her but man I wanna sleep in. 

You might think this is random. But I'm sure that Mr. Allen and Racho will catch on. 

Hopefully. 

Georgie and Abe woulda been best friends Allen, no frets. 

Bring it on rain.

Put me to sleep now. 

Always a draft, never published...until now.

My armor is cracked. There’s a way in. It’s often labeled insecurity. It’s a vicious hole in my shield. There’s a barren hole that feels the need to be filled. It will take anything. It just wants to be wanted again. It wants reassurance that it is worthy of something. It views this want as a need and it urges me to fill the missing spots with whatever I can find. This void in my protection is growing. It is becoming desperate. I try to fight it but it’s become a part of me. I am slowly losing myself to a fiend that wants to destroy me. This monster wants me to let myself fall backwards into a pit of self destruction. At one time I thought I had a rope to safety but now that rope has been cut off and alas I am still hazardously falling.This devil is demanding that I take whatever form of ‘love’ I can get. Genuine or imitation. Natural of falsified. There’s a tear in my security that threatens the very heart of me. It wants everything I don’t. I want someone to see me imperfectly but love me all the same. It wants someone to lust after me because I give the illusion of flawlessness. I want to be loved equally and with someones whole heart. It wants the upper hand so that the rest of my armor can survive yet another separation. I want to laugh while it makes me hurt enough to cry. I need to smile but this thing is taking that ability from me. I so urgently need to rid myself of this terrible monstrosity. I need to be freed. I need to recognise my capabilities and my beauty. I need to know that I am worthy of love, of true, selfless love. I need that. I need someone to repair my broken armor and save me from myself. Or maybe I just need to save myself for once.

It's been a whole month since I blogged. I'm terrible at this. But it's whatever.

I'm currently sitting in the bed in the guest bedroom. My nose is running, my shoulder is killing me, I have a massive zit on my chin, my hairs a mess, my tattoo itches like crazy, I need a shower real bad, and I woke up at 1 o'clock. Tell me I'm not a winner.  (insert "all I do is win baby girl" comment in my head, possibly said out loud to get the full effect) But hey! I'm in college! Isn't that what my weekends are all about? Sleeping in and staying up all night doing crazy shenanigans? Or am I supposed to be doing homework and studying? Oh crap. I dunno. It's suuuch a choice.

Here's my problem, in high school, I could breeeeeze by with my smarts. Nothing was a challenge or even remotely hard....besides math. But really? Who likes math? Psh. I could have had all A's easily. Shit. I could have all A's in college if I actually went. Which is totally my problem. I can skip class just because I want to. I don't have to be sick, or have a headache, or tired or I have to work. I can just skip because I fricking want to. There is SO much freedom in college. So much. It's weird and I'm still getting used to it. I need to find a balance between fun and play. But my kid at heart is always going to choose play.

Birthday...celebration?

Here's the thing. I just turned 19 but I feel different. I know, it's my imagination or something. It's not. It's my frame of mind. As a you turn 19 nothing special comes with it. You've been able to pierce, tattoo and infest your body with tobacco and potentially see a stripper or two for a year now. Like I said, nothing special, but there is! It's a new age. It's your last year of being a teenager, meaning it's your last year of being stupid and having an the excuse of the having "teen" behind the root number. In a way it's your last year of being a kid. You're last year before people are going to take you seriously as an adult. An adult! Ugh, that comes with so much more responsibility, and responsibility means letting people down...something I happen to be an expert at. But that is another blog. Back to this whole nineteen thing.


Rachel Roten and I happen to share the same birthday, which is awesome. We get to be crazy together.




First things first, I GOT HIT ON BY A 50+ YEAR OLD MAN! He asked if I was wearing my skivvies underneath my dress! WTH?!?! Granted I was dresses like a skank but still. We were going to Alli's and I asked Rachel what time it was. She replied "blah blah blah" (I forgot the actual time) At the same moment I split my coffee alllllll over my lap. I screamed and Rachel freaked out. Haaaah. Good times. We picked up Alli and we were on our wayyyyy.

I split my coffee...again...but not on my lap so it wasn't as dramatic. My jacket absorbed most of the damage.

After we hung up with you we found a building. It was no ordinary building tho. It was giraffe print! We had to take pictures. Had to. So we tried to set the camera on the ground to see if it would work but it wouldn't so we set my open phone on the ground with a rock to keep it in balance. It worked! We took a couple pictures, decided it was cold, and got back into the car where we drove across the street and found our first hot tub! It was seemingly perfect; it was away from the front desk, open and warmmmmm! We went in all giddy because we actually found one! I turned on the bubbles and we hopped in and proceeded to choke on the effervesce nature of the highly chlorinated water. It was intense. We sat there for awhile and Alli wouldn't get in because it burned her skin haha eventually she did and this extremely energetic jet kept shooting water at her face. After a bit we decided to hop to the next tub! We stole some towels and hopped into the car and turned onto the strip. We drove around and went to many closed pools. We finally found one that looked open! We hurried inside, took pictures of the second tub and Alli turned on the bubbles, not even ten seconds after a security guard walks in and scares the beejezzzzus outta us. He said that the pool was closed and asked where we were staying...I told him that we were staying with my friend Fernando and he was tired and didn't want to some swimming with us. He asked where he lived and we all played dumb and pointed. We eventually just ended up leaving very awkwardly. We drove around some more and Rachel and Alli really really really had to pee.  So we stopped at the Wal-Mart on the strip and walked up to the door…nothing happened. It’s not 24 hour anymore!! So we turned around and got honked at, joy, and ran back to the car.  We decided to go to the new Wal-Mart to find our tiaras and birthday pins. They finally relieved themselves and we continued on our search. We found some “party animal” pins that I am going to be picking up after class today. Rachel is picking up our tiaras. We’re gonna look stunning.  AND THEN, it was our birthday. We ran to the random shit/food aisle and celebrated! We took pictures…that are very amusing….and jumped up and down and such, you can imagine.  Then we had nothing to do so we went to Rachel’s house and picked up clothes and such, dropped off Alli and went home. Rachel showered and then we went to bed. This morning Rachel slipped away like a one night stand and I woke up and my first thought was “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY, BITCH!”

The Perfect Bloke

The Perfect Man is funny. He can make you laugh at everything including yourself. He makes you smile at the simplest things he says. He is silly and adorable and we can't get enough of him. He is hardworking at his job that brings home the bacon, and also at home, where he also cooks said bacon, because the Perfect Man also cooks. He has his friends but he knows the difference between family time and hangout time. He understands that women like to be independent at times but still remains chivalrous but not in the knight in shining armor thing because that's a bit of an overkill. He is sweet but not overly sweet. He knows how to do laundry, dishes, and always always always puts the toilet seat down. He's respectful of my parents and they adore him. He will defend my honor and save my life without a second thought. He will never forget an anniversary no matter how small the occasion, like the first time we held hands...that shit is important. He is confident but he does not toe the line of being cocky. He is not critical and thinks that you're the most beautiful girl in the world no matter how much you look like hell. He is responsible in all aspects of life, including financially, but still knows how to have fun and spoil you in the process. He is forgiving and understanding. He is a great listener and gives heartfelt advice. He is handsome, dresses nicely and maintains a presentable appearance. He is intelligent but never uses it against you. He is trustworthy and never doubts you. He is friendly and well liked. He is helpful and doesn't complain. He is not jealous. He does not engage in PDA unless provoked by you. He is mature and patient. He is affectionate. He is ambitious and strong-willed. He is tolerant. He is laid back and creative. He will take you on dates and open your car door for you. He is somewhat mysterious but doesn't play games. He's genuine and wellllllll....perfect.

In all honestly, I would never date this Perfect Man. Sure I want bits and pieces of this man, this perfect perfect man who is every girls dream come true. I want him to be funny, actually I need him to be funny. I need him to be honest. I want him to be a professional chef but that's a tad bit unrealistic. If he can make me toast in the morning, I'll take it. As for forgetting anniversaries? I can't ask him to do things I can't even manage. I want him to want to help me and confusing girl stuff like that. I want him to be trustworthy and not jealous but hey, guys get jealous. I've come to accept that. I hope that he think I'm adorable,sexy, beautiful and cute even when I don't feel like it and I hope he tells me so. I prefer a man with a six pack but come on, where am I gonna find one of those?  I want him to be of above average intelligence and handsome but I'm not going to set the bar too terribly high. The Perfect Man doesn't exist. All in all, waiting around for some bloke to fit the description of the Perfect Man is ridiculous. He doesn't exist. Perfect doesn't exist. But hey, imperfect is perfect with me. 

There's this beach in southern California, Huntington Beach. It's crowded, smelly and polluted but I love it. I love the beach in it's entirety but hate the the single elements. Since I moved inland things have changed; I no longer mind the feeling of the rough sand between my toes and the waves that splash on my face. Our families took us there on weekends for a cheap fun day. Parking was always a hassle, along with finding the perfect spot that wasn't too close to anyone but close enough to hear the waves and see the kids in the water. This place, Huntington Beach, holds many memories for me.
One day when I was little my family and my cousins went to Huntington beach; My Grandpa and aunt and uncle met us there later. My brothers and I decided to play a game of tackle football, girls against boys, which might have been a little unfair. The girls are the older and were biggest at the time while the boys were little, so boys verses girls was a bit stacked for the girls side. We were all having a blast although few of us could throw or catch a ball very well. My very competitive little brother got really into the game and tackled me really hard and accidental pulled off my bathing suit top. I was as red as my fat uncles sun burnt back. I returned that embarrassment by shoving his face into the sand the very next play. I felt justified. The game did not last very long but the fun did. After we went swimming to cool off and enjoy the surf while our parents sat and enjoyed the sunshine.
Later that same day there was an accident at the beach. A tourist that was not a strong swimmer got caught in the current and was taken out to sea. He was there one moment and gone the next. The lifeguards looked everywhere for him but to no avail. They brought in helicopters, had the jet skis out and every available lifeguard was searching the coast. The young man never showed up. I took life for granted before that fateful day at Huntington Beach.
Life is so easy to just forget how to live to the fullest. You can easily get caught up in being busy and stressed and sick and tired. Think about it. Why choose that? Why not just wake up and be happy? It's a simple choice and lately that's the first thing I think about when I wake up. Be happy. It makes a huge difference in your day to day life.

Well as you guessed it...

...I started blog. Thrilling, right? Right. I'm basically copying Rachel. I also get bored very often. Why not put my wasted time to use?


Hello, my name is Emily Emiko Davis. Yeah, I’m unique. One of a kind. Kinda. I’m mostly like every other teenage girl in the world. I love make up, shoes and shopping...right? Well I’m half Japanese, I can tie shoes with my toes and have massive dimples. I'm around five foot two and weigh....welllll that's none of your business. I figured I'd start this blog so I can vent a little. Don't follow me if you don't wanna hear me bitch ;)