Nmn.

So, yes, blog.

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You know, making this account I was full of interesting and unusual things with which to entertain a quite possibly imaginary audience, but right now they seem to have trickled from my ever-decreasing brain capacity.

So, this is Emily; sixteen, lacking in height and (for the moment at least) blue-haired. A bassist, narcissist and student, tending towards the ever so slightly neurotic. An organiser, too often melodramatic but reliable.

An outline of today - Christmas is here and definitely present at college. Wacky hats and badly wrapped presents galore. We had an extended lunch and spent the couple of hours playing cards; I lost horribly at poker then left Daniel to mind my chips (not a good decision in retrospect) and joined a speed solitaire tournament in the corner. I pride myself on being the pioneer of the game that's swept through the sixth form, despite losing horribly at it the last few times I've played.

Charlotte gave me a Christmas card today, with 'Happy Christmas' written all along the seams of the envelope. I didn't want to open it because it felt as though I'd be destroying the effort she put into it, but when I told her that she laughed and said it was fine, seeming flattered.

Speaking of which, it's my sixth month anniversary tomorrow, and he has something planned. All I know is to leave for his at eight tomorrow morning.
I seem to be in a Cryptic Relationship - we're in a constant state of me having no idea what's about to happen or, indeed is happening at the moment and usually where we are or what my name is. Or his name, for that matter.

I have a shedload of bass tabs that need attention... recently my poor bass has gone with very little love as my piles of revision and stress and Bad Bad things have built [mum just wandered by and asked me to do the sniff the armpits test to see if one of my tops is dirty enough to wash] up and, in short, given me little free time to practice my one favourite thing. And to learn the piano! I have an electric keyboard and commandeered a beginner's piano book from Josie. Hopefully this won't be the case in a couple of weeks when my Christmas holidays have really kicked in and I've spent a good long time ignoring vital revision.


There's a likelihood that my under-motivatednessness will lead to this blog being neglected. Either that or my anal retentiveness will lead me to post obsessively, but only time will tell. I have a day to plan for, hot chocolate with squirty cream ('it gives you cancer, you know!') and basslines to learn, so I shall bid the fictional readers of blogland farewell.

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