"I lead an Empolo18 appreciation life." August 7, 2011

In my lifetime I want to:

1. Marry someone I can't live without.
2. Become fluent in a second language.
3. Publish at least one of the books I've written.
4. Spend more time with Internet friends.
5. Go back to Italy.
6. Live somewhere other than the US.
7. Go to the art gallery where my parents were married.
8. Make a life changing decision based on my goals, not other people's.

Today I saw: My 18 year old brother's shitty handwriting. No seriously, it's terrible.

Today I heard: My cat's terrible cries, because I had to carry her in the cat carrier. It was seriously one of the worst sounds I've ever heard.

Today I smelled: Leftovers of food made souly for me. The best kind of food.

Today I touched: My childhood bedspread for the first time in ages. Woah, the memories.

Today I tasted: So much junk food. We don't eat real meals when it's just my siblings and I. We eat Oreos and Goldfish crackers.

"Someone told me it was your birthday" August 6, 2011- My birthday

Your best friend crumbles in comparison to my bestfriend.

My best friend leaves a train of magic behind her.

My best friend puts your best friend to shame.

My best friend is the best thing that ever happened to me.

My best friend is the most selfless person I know.

By best friend spews comedic joy:

"Your bosom means nothing to me."

My best friend just wants to fight for her friends.

My best friend is three times as adorable as Italy from Hetalia and two times as bad ass as Olga Kay. (Olga Kay who ran at away with the circus at 14, and threw knives. Yeah)

The fact the my best friend exists gives me hope.

I love you, Hippo.

I love you so much.

Today I saw: You... I can't even explain it. But I pretty much died.

Today I heard: Justin Beiber music. And I thoroughly enjoyed.

Today I smelled: Food. Food made specifically for me. (That's the best kind)

Today I touched: My face. so much. A product of feeling like you might die.

Today I tasted: Love. (or Oreos. whatever you want to call it)

"WHY AM I ALLOWED TO TALK?" August 5, 2011

Sleep.

"Time to fuck shit up" August 4, 2011

Dear Esther,

You turned seventeen yesterday.

I made you cupcakes. They were gold and red, for Gryffindor.

I still say you have more courage than Severus Snape and Neville Longbottom combined.

We miss you a lot. Nerdfighteria is.

I know that all you really wanted was to decrease worldsuck. And man, did you accomplish just that.

I'm so proud of you.

You did so much for other people, it blows my mind.

For a person with an illness, you really were full of life.

I hope we're making you proud.

So much love,

Liz.

No senses today, sorry guys!

"SHE'S DRINKING STARBUCKS, I LIKE STARBUCKS" August 3, 2011- Esther's Birthday/ Esther Day

I'm sorry guys. Today isn't easy for me. So, no blog.

I'm sorry.

Life is hard.

"Always date a girl who reads" August 2, 2011

Forgive me JK, for I have sinned.

I have given into temptation.

I have broken the most holy of bookworm rules.

I bought a Kindle.

I know, I know.

As an author and reader I'm supposed to hate Kindles.

I'm supposed to love the piles of books that I collect, and the smell of worn, bound leather books.

And I do. I still own over 100 books.

I love turning pages. I love holding books. I love the smell, the touch.

I love every single thing about books.

I even love the paper cuts I get, just because they're satisfying.

"Yeah, I got that on my copy of The Great Gatsby."

But I still love my Kindle very much.

And to deflect your sure scorn, I'm going to leave you with a Neil Gaiman quote.

Because you can't hate an awesome author like him.

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"Don't ever apologize to an author for buying something in paperback, or taking it out from a library (that's what they're there for. Use your library). Don't apologize to this author for buying books second hand, or getting them from bookcrossing or borrowing a friend's copy. What's important to me is that people read the books and enjoy them, and that, at some point in there, the book was bought by someone. And that people who like things, tell other people. The most important thing is that people read... " — Neil Gaiman

 



"August will be my bitch." August 1, 2011