Hi, I'm new.
I'll tell you what I'm doing at this very moment. It's 2:11 AM. My twelve-year-old sister stormed out of the room two hours ago, taking my lamp with her, because I 'type too loud'. She 'hates the sound of the space bar'. WELL.
My caffeine buzz is wearing off, I'm wearing a pair of pajamas I stole from my mom, and I am salivating at the ad for multi-colored macaroons at the top of the screen. I had a green one once, while I was in Seattle, and it was heaven.
I'm feeling the need to embarrass myself, so I'll tell you that I have the blanket I got for my fifth birthday wrapped around my head, like a hijab, to keep my ears warm.
Oh.. what? My name? Do you need to know every detail of my life? Are you some sort of pervert???
Oh.. My name is Emily, but I'm really trying to get Eme to catch on.
