When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma uses a curse word in the title of her blog entry, which will probably make her mother use her middle name.
Here’s the second part of the story I started last week. There are bongos in this part.
In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
In which Emma captions photos and tells some jokes that aren’t jokes because she is too tired to tell if something is actually funny or not.
In which Emma over-thinks a Beyoncé album.
In which Emma talks about poetry and music and being in awe of it all.
In which Emma recounts the tale of a poor decision and somehow manages to avoid calling all her friends and talking about how her cats are going to eat her face.
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In which Emma retrospectitates over the last of spring break and starting the last part of the spring semester.