I'm Emily, a first-year medical student living in Pennsylvania.
I'm originally from Western Massachusetts, and I'm really homesick, because it's the best place on earth.

I apologize for the appearance of my page, and my art...
I don't take my own art too seriously, and I usually end up doing my best drawings on the backs of crinkled papers from school... a lot of this art was made during.. um.. class

I freaking love art more than anything in the world. (I think I like looking at other peoples' art even more than making my own)

Music comes in at a very close second, especially metal. (not a huge metalhead though... too much time and effort, haha)

I'm a classically trained pianist but I mostly just like playing stuff by ear. Drawing, listening to metal, and jamming out on my keyboard- are my favorite things to do.
I've got an amazing digital keyboard, but still haven't figured out how to use it that well... prrrobably should around to that.

Another little goal/dream: learning how to use photoshop, which i've never had the time or the opportunity to do. sucks.
(the digital paintings i see on here are so inspiring. how do you all do it??? it looks so impressive and complicated)

I'm close to the end of anatomy. So pumped! Being familiar with every bone and muscle in the body can't ever hurt when it comes to drawing people

I'm a humanities person down to the bones and I'm a really serious student. I'm in medical school because I want to be a psychiatrist. The original plan was to become a psychologist.
I definitely won't be able to get away with this sort of thinking as a professional, but -whatever, I'm 23, so here goes: I love nice people deeply, and I hate mean people intensely. I'm kind, empathetic, generous, and endlessly supportive to people who deserve it. But I don't believe in being passive, weak, forgiving, or self-sacrificing. The fact that these things are generally expected of women - to THEIR detriment - basically enrages me.
I hate injustice, I see it everywhere, and I make a complete pain in the ass of myself trying to fight it.
I care a lot about every little thing that goes on around me. That's annoying to some people. They can get over it.

I've had an interesting life so far. I was born to a teen mother in Arkansas, adopted by a pair of doctors, blessed with untold opportunities, and I've made the most of every single one. I've had all sorts of jobs and experiences... I've won music and art competitions and essay scholarships; I've also been a bus/truck driver and worked in warehouses. I've gotten to know all kinds of people from all walks of life. And I've been through all sorts of shit.

I was an English major/Psych minor who worked my butt off pwning noobs and graduating summa cum laude, phi beta kappa from the honors program at my state college. I pwned those pre-med science classes as well... which ruled... and i'm sort of pwning med school now. (sorry to brag, but it feels good, since plenty of people underestimated me - including myself)

I'm interesting, and weird, and ridiculously misunderstood in this new place.

I have interests and talents that most people will never know about or appreciate, and that's fine with me - as long as I've got my small circle of people who love and care about me.

Notably those people are...
Andrew my best friend/amazing boyfriend of 7 years, and friend since first grade...
Sarah, my best friend (and sister, and official confidante) of 22 years...
my hilariously immature mother, aka "Mimi" ...
Hillary, my hilarious and somewhat estranged (but still best) friend of 10 years...
and Jeremy, my awesome friend of 10 years (also an extremely talented photographer, check him out [link])

just wanted to give a couple shoutouts to the folks who make my life amazing.
I love and miss you all more than words can express