What are you going to build?

After years of deliberation and growth, I am taking this blog in a new direction.  I don't want to delete any past posts (or make a new one) because it is from our past that we draw knowledge and experience.  It is from our past that we learn how to make tomorrow different.
Regardless of what in love, school, family, friends has happened, all of it...
ALL OF IT makes a difference and plays a part in who I am today.
I think our generation could take a lot from this simple notion.  Do not dwell on the past, for it is gone and nothing can be changed.  Take what happened and record it in memory. Use it to better yourself.
So, my point.
The parents of our generation cannot be wholly blamed for the unrest and unhappiness we feel.  Every generation before us has blamed the one before them and I believe that it is in this attitude that we perpetuate the cycle. This is what I think that cycle is.
A youth is born into a certain life.  Over time that youth learns from her parents that she is subject to what life she was born into.  She will be influenced remain in her class, whatever it may be, either directly or indirectly by the attitude and actions of her parents.  As she looses the innocence of youth, she takes this as truth.  Her actions are now, either directly or indirectly, going to be influenced by this ideal. She grows up and does whatever results in her staying right where she was born, has kids, and teaches them that this is where you are meant to be, because this is where you were born.
Our hypothetical representative is playing into what has been set up for her, she probably blames her parents for whatever hardships she endured.
This is wrong.
The one thing I think that needs to be recognized is that in putting blame on those before us, who were just doing the best they could with what they had, is exactly the attitude that continues this cycle.
That is not to say we should be okay with what the past generations have given us.  It is far easier to be angry than forgiving.
Anger is necessary; it is inspiring, it is motivating, it stirs up a need for change, it creates discussion.
It is not enough to feel unrest, something must be done.
SOMETHING, ANYTHING.
Taking this new direction with writing I have certain goals.
1. I want to be more concise with my speech and my writing.
2. I want to share the things I learn and deem to be vital in creating real change.
3. I want to take the first steps toward making this change.
Critique is always welcome. Comments are monitored (but only for spam).
I promise to publish anything that will create an open, intelligent, public forum; but I won't promote any sort of commercial entity.
We can change this cycle.  It is up to us to makes sure the next generation is provided with new ideals that will create real change.

I Just realized the best thing ever...

EPIC TRIOS... Harry= Doctor, Hermione= Amy, Ron=Rory
Well, that was really nerdy...

I like movies

Um, so watching movies about writers makes me feel like a huge failure and I will thank my horrible guilt complex for making that make sense...
Or not.
Well a good movie to watch is Happythankyoumoreplease. Josh Radnor wrote, directed, and starred in it.  He's the guy who plays Ted in How I Met Your Mother. It's another one of those Garden State phenomenons where a comedian writes a hella fucking fanstatic serious movie.  Although I like Josh (yeah, we're totes on first name basis... in my mind) a lot more in HIMYM than I EVER liked Zach Braff as JD.  But I absolutely love Garden State and every time I see it I have to wonder aloud what the fuck Braff is doing as a comedian when he is infinitely better as a serious screen writer/ director.
I had a point when I started this rant...
RIGHT! So Happythankyoumoreplease is realistic and happy.  I won't say more because I think that if anybody actually reads this they should really really see it. And I hate spoilers, so I won't be responsible for them.  But see it. Or you could take Rotten Tomatoes' word for it, which gave it a 40% rating.  It's a free country after all.

Two of the best new Radiohead songs.

"Codex"

Sleight of hand
Jump off the end
Into a clear lake
No one around

Just dragonflies
Fantasize
No one gets hurt
You’ve done nothing wrong

Slide your hand
Jump off the end
The water's clear and innocent
The water's clear and innocent 

"Give Up The Ghost"

Don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
Don't hurt me

Gather up the lost and sold (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

Gather up the pitiful (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

What seems impossible (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

I think I have had my fill (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)

I think I should give up the ghost (Don't hurt me)

In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me)
In your arms (Don't hurt me) 

The Greatest Event of My Life

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part two comes out on July 15 of this year.
And I am SO FUCKING EXCITED!
I have a countdown for it and everything. (81 days 6 hours and 20 minutes)
And I just found a preview of the opening scene and it made me cry a little bit.

What Happened When I Finally Googled Myself

1. I had horrible taste in music in 2007
2. I was a really really slow runner
3. I have a mugglenet fanfiction account
4. There is a Brittish Emma who lives in London that likes shitty music, movies, and Tv

The first results to come up were actually me... which I find a little creepy.

How did I forget about this?

So I recently discovered another hilarious blog with pictures like Hyperbole-and-a-Half called Book of Adam.
He's funny.
I read a post about when he got Strep in college and remembered, 'Oh. Me too!'
Here is the link to that post.
I commented on it which turned out to be my personal story. Since I am lazy, I'm going to just copy and paste it here.

I had a bad case of strep this year too!

Since going to college, my immune system has been all, "Screw you and your record years of great health, Imma go on vacation!" So I have been sick at least 2 weeks out of every quarter, and I have only completed two.
So at the beginning of this recently completed winter quarter I got severe strep and missed the first week of class. After two days of crying every time I ate harsh cafeteria food, I finally went into the health center and sure enough: Strep.
So they prescribed me some antibiotics and painkillers.
Really strong painkillers.
Bedridden in a college dorm doesn't stop visitors so a parade of people would come by to see me in my worsened condition all wrapped tightly in my quilt.
And bat-shit loopy.
It soon became that people were coming around to see if I would do anything weird due to those painkillers.
My roommate's favorite incident is as follows.
All my friends are out of class and have dropped by to see me before dinner, after which they were all going to a basketball game. I wasn't too interesting laying on our tiny couch watching Arrested Development; but I'm told I had a creepy silent laughing fit and gave creaky-voiced compliments?
Anyways they have been gone for hours and I have just taken another dose of pain meds and I decided to climb in bed. However, bunk beds serve extreme obstacles to me, even in normal conditions. Especially since I don't have a ladder and must use my desk to get into my bed.
This is all I (barely) remember- putting soft music on and turning off the lights.
This is what I am told happened.
7:30?-Roomie receives a text with bad spelling that looks something like, 'song sooo goo yoi loks it.'
9:30-She and three of our guy friends get back from the game and she cracks the door first and to see if I'm in bed. I'm not. Instead, I am slumped against my bed, asleep, sitting on my desk with no pants on. I kind of wake from my stupor, yell at my computer for not playing some song and pass out again.
She tells me it took her a few minutes, a Modest Mouse song, and a cup of tea to convince me it was alright to climb clumsily into bed where I yet again passed right out.