Emily Beaver's Blog

So I'm graduating next week. Isn't that weird?

I hope y'all are finding me on tumblr. I've got two, now:

My personal (and very crazy, fangirly one): http://realityslips.tumblr.com/

My professional: http://slippingreality.tumblr.com/

I hope you join me there!

Hey guys!

I just wanted to let you all know that I've essentially moved over to my tumblr account, which you can find here. I might post here from time to time for more rambly posts, but for the most part I'm over there.

Come follow me!

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Recently I've been on a huge poetry writing kick. Partially because we're reading so much good poetry in Lit, partially because Alyson and I were talking about it and she always inspires me (see: Slipping Reality in complete form), and partially because lately I've been in a very dreamy sort of state of mind.

I'm not sure why, either. Its a very romantic feeling, for certain, and I have no clue why I'm feeling it. Ever get that way? Maybe because Valentine's Day is in a couple weeks?

Ah, who kn...

I've got 'em, and I've got 'em bad.

For some reason, I am in really poor health. A lot. I'm not sure what I do wrong - I only pig out one a week or less, I portion control, I sanitize, I sleep (a LOT)... so why do I always end up sick?

It just seems weird, and wrong, and I don't like it. I'm really hoping I can figure out what's wrong with me (or my immune system, or my heart, or my health, or whatever) once and for all.

Meanwhile, I'm focusing on writing a guest article for the Living with Loss...

I am so sorry I haven't blogged in so long, guys. Last post I was saying Bye Bye to Writer's Block... turns out I still had it.

In the blogging world, anyway.

2012 thus far has been great. Very stressful and pressing, but great. In the writing world, I'm proud to announce that I'm now officially represented by JKS Communications, and embarking on a publicity tour (both virtual and in person) over these coming months. I'm really quite over-the-top-beyond excited about it, and it is quite great b...

...That is, when I actually have something to write. Stuff's going on right now in my life, but nothing really worth talking about. And definitely nothing book-related. Yet.

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!

It's been a tough week. Poway's lost yet another Titan, Luke Lipscomb, a junior who passed from a severe head wound. I don't want to go into the details because it doesn't matter - I didn't know him, but I'll miss him so.

I don't think its this common to lose so many students over the span of four years in high school. I don't think it ever should be.

I just wanted to pay my respects to him before moving on, because I wanted this post to be more light-hearted but I couldn't write anything until...

Today was a rainy day.

I love rainy days. Especially when they're not at school, because its like the weather giving me an excuse to be lazy.

So I curled up with a book (The Perks of Being a Wallflower - read it) and a blanket, and read on the couch for a while. Then I was hungry, so I made some peanut butter toast and a glass of milk. And while I'm sure I have all of you at the edge of your seats with my exciting story thus far, I do have a point. And it is more than a cool story, bro.

See, now...

This blog has been a bunch of lists lately, hasn't it? Good news for all of you I'm not a particularly difficult person (at least I'd hope), and I'm fairly easy to cheer up, considering all you have to do is blast some Frank Sinatra or tell me that I look like Ariel from The Little Mermaid (lie through your teeth, it works) and I'm a happy camper again (see previous post).

This post is dedicated to the recent news that due to budget cuts and an apparent lack of affinity for the arts, my school...

Sweet baby carrots. Its that time of the year again.

You know what it is. Show week.

More than that, show week. The last dress. Where everything. Goes. Wrong.

I've only been in two shows where this barely happened (hello, Secret Garden and Fiddler on the Roof... come back now?). Its kind of ironic how I'm in a show about a show (It's called an Inceptplay... or if you're really classy, Inceptple`) and the first act is about our final dress, which is equally as awful.

I suppose that's one advantage...