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I concider myself a relatively patient person. Ok, I may not be prize winning, but I can handle an hour or two in a badly decorated waiting room. I attribute most of my patience to my trusty camo drawstring bag. I never leave home without it. Well almost never. But this trusty bag has gotten me through drives to Pheonix, doctors appointments, and the dreaded errands. This thing holds all things near and dear to my heart, including, iPod, Blackberry, wallet, assorted books, and camera. I veiw my patience more as my ability to plan ahead. 
But for those of you who don't know, my family is spending a year on the road. We had a grand total of  seven weeks on the road and two weeks in Hawaii and a whopping three weeks in Tucson. This time in tucson has been spent waiting and waiting and waiting.
*sigh*
I havent been, like not doing anything. We just haven't done what we were supposed to be doing right now.
But I can deal. Remember, I am a relatively patient person. There isn't much I can't handle without my camo bag, but still, if I don't get out of this heat, like we were supposed to, I may start to slowly desend into madness.
But there are a few things that I am doing that will keep me from doing so.
For the entire month of October I will be a vegitarian. In the month of November, I am going to write a novel. I think in the end i will have done something that is enhancing every month. But I can't think of any other things to do. 
Untill next time,
Emily
         
 

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The summer after junior year of high school looks bleak for Alton Richards. His girlfriend has dumped him to hook up with his best friend. He has no money and no job. His parents insist that he drive his great-uncle Lester to his bridge club four times a week and be his cardturner -- whatever that means. Alton's uncle is old, blind, very sick, and very rich. But Alton's parents aren't the only ones trying to worm their way into Lester Trapp's good graces. They're in competition with his longtime housekeeper, his alluring young nurse, and the crazy Castaneda family, who seem to have a mysterious influence over him.
Alton soon finds himself intrigued by his uncle, by the game of bridge, and especially by the pretty and shy Toni Castaneda. As the summer goes on, he struggles to figure out what it all means, and ultimately to figure out the meaning of his own life. Through Alton's wry observations, Louis Sachar explores the disparity between what you know and what you think you know. With his incomparable flair and inventiveness, he examines the elusive differences between perception and reality -- and inspires readers to think and think again.

(synopsis taken from http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/s/louis-sachar/cardturner.htm)


  I have broken up my review of this book into three parts
(1) I bought this book in Portland, Oregon. At Powell's Book Store, the largest book store in the world. Yes, the entire world. This one store is the size of a city block. It was so wonderful, I almost cried. Almost. Anyway, this book has sentimental value.
(2) This book was writen by Louis Sachar. Who is awesome. No one does awkward teenager narrative like him. I mean, who didn't like Holes. That's what I thought. Everybody liked Holes. We love Louis, therfore we love the Cardturner.
(3) This book was just awesome. The premise was original. The characters were anything but flat. And since this book was about bridge, I learned how to play bridge. Sorta, kinda, in a way, in theory, not really. 
   So, read this book. Now. Or in the near future. The very, very near future. And after you read it and have a mild grasp on bridge, call me. We can form a bridge club. 

Later,
Emily

 

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Hi! 
School started for me today. Gross, I know. But part of my English credit is blogging so your daily dose of Emily will hopefully be satisfied.
Today I want to address the importance of music in my life. Without music, life would plunge into awkward silence. Just think how terrible that would be. Awkward silence going on and on and on and on till eventually we are all driven to madness. 
Ok, it may not be that bad but still, silence kills me.
Life would be like, 17,342,798,241,743,985,563,167 times cooler with background music though, I just gotta say.
My favorite music is the kind thats upbeat, but not a dance track. This type of music is in short, short supply. I'm a sucker for piano and violin music thrown in there too. Also if we didnt have music some people would have nothing in common. The music that you like describes you, in my hardly acountable opinion. 
Here, have some of those crazy "think about it questions 
1. Who agrees with me when i say that you can tell alot about a person by their ipod or lack-there-of?  
2. What do you think your ipod tells about you?
3. Name your favorite song slash artist slash album.
You can comment with you answers if you wanna.
Then comment on what you think of a blog survey (cuz i want to know about you guys too) 
Later
Emily