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Kelly's Pitas v7

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10:45 p.m. Friday, November 2, 2007
I'm feeling quite depressed lately. It's like, nothing seems to be going the way I had planned. That's an understatement, really.

I feel strangely disconnected from like, everything around me. I don't know. Honestly, I think I'm afraid that I'm lapsing. I'm finding it hard to eat again. And like, this afternoon, I had two biscuits and a sandwich. It gave me the worst stomach ache I've had in a while. It's because my body was digesting food.

I'm so happy about it, too! That's what makes it all so horrid. I've been getting healthy, doing the good things. Here I go again. I feel so goddamn big though. Like I'm going to explode into a million fucking pieces.

I love Miguel. But it's so damn easy to decieve him. I mean, for Christ's sake, he is excited about my weight loss. But it's not fair to put that guilt on him; he has no idea. I feel bad about it. He just loves me so easily. He doesn't have to work at it. I don't know. It's not as easy for me.

I can't deal with my body right now. I mean, it's one thing after another. I feel like it's misbehaving! As if it has this fucking mind of it's own. Which is absurd. But fuck. I don't know what to do.

I just want to be small again. I remember when I dreamt I could curl up on Jay's chest and just stay there. Then one day, I woke up and I was small enough to do that. I want to do that with Miguel. I want to be small for him. I'm sick of being so fucking big.

It's so hard to articulate.

12:09 a.m. Friday, March 30, 2007
So apparently I have a new boyfriend.

Don't you just love that? I do think it is a marvelous preface to this entry. :D

Okay, so on Monday. I'm driving, looking around, doing my thing. Suddenly, there's this cutie in the car next to me. I'm suddenly on PREDATOR mode and nearly run this guy off the rode. Luckily, he caved and we met for coffee. His name is Miguel. He is nineteen. Graduated highschool at seventeen. Moved out, same year. Never moved back in. Made $22,000 dollars last year; got $3,000 back from income taxes. (Which is awesome compared to my measely $66 dollars I got back- but whatever.) Paid back every dime he owed his parents (which wasn't much). Wants to be a pro-skateboarder. I know, HUGE warning sign. Thankfully, he knows he sucks so I don't think he's seroiusly considering it. Ah yes, his job. He is the Saftey Manager, and also part-time assistant manager, of a construction company. He is partly bilingual. He is white, lean, and has a pretty cute body. Not the best, but eh. So we hit it off, drinking coffee, doing the thing. He thinks I'm gorgeous; I think that's cute. Fastforwards: I'm driving home, relishing in glory. I get a call from him, not one hour afterwards. He calls to tell me that he had "a wonderful time" and that "I was so pretty" and had "such an amazing smile" and "wanted to let me know all that in case he never saw me again". Okay, with those lines, you're defintely seeing me again.

Next day: I'm sitting in Starbucks, reading my newest book It's All Over But the Shoutin' by Rick Braggs. Positively amazing, by the way. Umhum, anyway, I get a call from Miguel right. Whoo! Oh no. Not Whoo!. A definite not Whoo!. No, he calls to let me know that he "finally worked up the courage to tell me he has a kid". Ummmm, okay. You know what, I don't really mind. A kid I can deal with. Kids can make a man very sexy. Oh, but it doesn't stop there. He then precedes to tell me he has "a wife. A fat one I don't love anymore but am staying with 'cause she might take my kid away". Shit. Shit. Shit. Shiiiiiiiit. SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT. But, because I'm Kelly, I say "fine by me! The more the merrier! BRING IT ON!!!".

Yesterday: We only get to hang out in his truck for like, a half an hour. Which was sad. But his stupid wife kept bugging him and all. :( What time we did have went really well though. He is an amazing kisser, simply divine. All soft and lovely. He keeps a picture of his son Jason (who is nine months old) in his dash. Let me tell you, even though you're scorning me now, wait till you see something like that for yourself. Then you'll get why I was all...YESSSSSSS.

Tonight: Meet him at Desert Ridge- again. He then precedes to pull up his hood (in fear of being caught. *eye roll* I know. But he's an affair virgin). I walk loud and proud in my sexy heels and watch as every guy throws envious glances his way. I know this only 'cause he mentioned it later. :) Finally, I buy us some sodas at In N' Out, only to dash right back to my car. *sigh* I know. It's okay. I'm a kind person when I have nothing better to do. Yup, then we make- out like mad while he tells me I'm a "precious angel" (again, I KNOW.) and how pretty I am. Oh yes, he threw in a couple of "this must be a dream"'s in there too.

Now, I don't know whether he really is THAT CORNY. Which, trust me, is a legitiment claim. I know things. If it's not that then I'm not sure what his deal is. Either way, I adore the attention so I think I'll keep this going for a little bit longer. After all, I have nothing better to do. :D And apparently, this makes me his GIRLFRIEND. He dropped the word a couple of times, so it's not my imagination.

Yep.

ON TO OTHER NEWS.

NOTHING IS COMING TO MIND. DAMN.

09:56 a.m. Friday, March 2, 2007
Hello everybody, I'm back for a chat. Quite a bit has happened since I've been gone. First off, I'm incredibly furious at Blake...

Okay, we were getting along great and I thought I found a new best friend. I was excited. Then, out of the dim blue nowhere, he starts yelling at me. He kept saying all these things about how slutty I was and how manipulative I was and like, a liar. It was madness. So after two weeks of ignoring me, we made nice. I thought everything was dandy and lovely. And then *cue dark lights* he turns into an ass. Last night after work he called me and we decided we should chill. So I meet him and this guy Seth at Target. Well, he stays long enough to make some fuckhead slut jokes and tell Seth that I'll probably sleep with him. 'Cause I'm a slut and all. Needless to say, I was pissy.

But Seth is really nice. We chilled in my car for like, 40 minutes until I had to go home. I do believe we might be hanging out tonight.

So a couple of weeks ago I met this guy named Dexter. Ha, ha, goofy name, I know . But he's super cute- an army dude. Uber sexy; I was in love (sorta). Well, we had amazing sex and called me afterwards. alot!. I thought we had something going on. Turns out, nada. How sad.

Yip, time for class. I'll keep you posted on my stupid life. Love, Kelly

09:55 a.m. Tuesday, January 16, 2007
G'day, I've finally wandered back. This weekend was... intense.

Friday

Picked Blake up and we went over to Brandi's. Met Erica and Cameron. Shit, I still have that jacket he lent me when I was shivering my lil' ole ass off. It's in the back of my car, lol.

Around 1:00AM-ish we made our way back to his house. I love sleeping there. It's so nice and warm and sweet. <3! Blake spoils me rotten.

Saturday

Picked Blake up, again. (He's like, my only source of male entertainment right now!) Then we got Ross and Matt (whom I'm in love with. For.Ever.) and got lost like, eight zillion times trying to get to Nick's house. But the getting lost thing was my fault, 'cause I suck at driving downtown. ><''Chilled there till...3 or 4 (in the morning, what a partier?) till he kicked us out. Hid the like, twelve pounds of liquor in my trunk again and sneaked back into Ross's, so his wife wouldn't find out. Watched Matt kick both Blake's and Ross's ass at video games (even while we were having intense hand sex...Matt & I, that is). Eventually, Blake and I ended up carrying Matt to bed. Curled up there till 6-ish, then I went out to do my own thing. Think: Adam and Jay. Sneaked back in- again around 10AM and slept till 11, when I realized I was so late.

Sunday

Sped home. Showered. Slept. Ate dinner. Slept.

Monday

Went to Grandma Alyce's house (aren't I just a doll?). We went to Applebees and saw The Night At The Musuem. T'was a cute afternoon.

Hit Heather's for a little, tiny bit 'cause I had to be home at, fucking like, 7...at night! Totes gay.

End

02:25 a.m. Monday, January 1, 2007
Another disappointing new year. Heather is asleep on the bed and I'm listening to Death Cab For Cutie wondering what the fuck is going on. Blake and I were supposed to chill tonight, with Heather and Matt there to keep me behaved. But no. Matt is in the hospital, Blake is in trouble, and Heather is in an odd mood.

And here I am sitting in sweats and eating goldfish. This year was nothing new, was it?

04:43 p.m. Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Ladies and Gentleman, I'm on fire. Remember that flu/cold/shit thing I had recently? No. Well, I had a flu/cold/shit thing a bit ago. Mmhmm, it appears that it made me fire-licious. I have regained converstation with Blake, scored another date with the ambitious Patrick, and have fallen in love with Cavan. Oh yeah, let's not forget Steffen, who it just so happens both of my sisters like. Heh.

About Blake

Well, I will tell ya'll about Blake these days. He has dyed his hair again and it looks worse now. XD Don't worry critical ladies and gentleman, I didn't tell him that. I mean, in that way. I just said I liked it better blonde.

Yesterday I chilled with him at work for a good hour & a half. I just kinda snuck in the backroom of Food Ave ('cause he was working that yesterday) and hid there until I scared him shitless. It was cute. All went well, he was behaved for the most part. He did randomly start going on about how thin and pretty I was. And how he couldn't help but stare at my "ample, round bottom". Yep, he said bottom. I don't know, he's weird. Sweet as candy, but freaky. I love him.

About Patrick

I have a date with Patrick on Friday, after some dinner he has to attend with his parentos. Then he's all mine. He is seriously the most ambitious boy I've met in a long time. It's sexy.

He presented in class yesterday and made me hate myself. He's so fucking articulate and genius-y. I hate it. I'm, like, pathetically inferior to him. It's almost kinda hot. Almost. Anyway, so all is going nicely on that front and I'm praying it'll stay that way.

Those are the important boys right now. The rest just think I'm pretty and are fun to chillax with. Oh yeah, here's a nice little tidbit, Patrick loves the word chillax. He thought it was clever. Fuck yes!

I am so clever.

Finals are next week and I'm crying in my car when I think about it. It's all kinda lame. Pretty much school licks cunt. Rawr. djkafdf <,<;;

Oh God, I almost forgot. Bradely is back. With vengence. *cowers* It's making me die.

*whimper*

Later chums!

08:34 a.m. Saturday, October 7, 2006
I am rather proud of myself! I know, what an endearing way to start this thing off, yah? Yes. Sean and I are finally getting along! Yay! It's after the relationship and it would be completely pointless if it weren't for three things:

a) I am stubborn and determined to either drive him to suicide, or, get along

b) He is with Heather, so he is no-touchie-to-deathie

c) I want to be around to see if he breaks The Rule.

I would love to tell you The Rule but I know Heather might read this, and she must never know the rule. Just trust it always. I am taking steps to ensure that their relationship will be as fucking glorious as possible. He will not fuck this up. I am in control of this.

*off the hook crazy*

Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I'm stressing so bad I broke out in hives last week. Bad hives. In my bloody face, of all places. ><''' I've got to finish my Essay of Illustration by Monday, then have my Essay of Casual Analysis in first draft form by FUCKING TUESDAY. Argh. Or is it Monday? I don't even care anymore.

Okay, that's a huge lie. That class will probably cause me to disinigrate any moment now. Or combust into flamy- flames.

Ugh, I'm losing weight again, which is nice. I finally have a hold on my fucking gargantuan appetite again. 100-105 is my goal. A little low, but fuck you. I am weighing in at something morbid (114, or close to it) I will win this; I always do!

Pretty much, I've decided I'm scrapping this Literary Magazine thing. I was going to submit, but I've decided that my peice is disasterous and it makes me want to cry. I can't do anything these days?

07:49 a.m. Thursday, September 28, 2006
So far:

-Maggie is trying to runa way.

-Jay is leaving for the army, and I don't get to say goodbye.

-I have an allergic reaction inn my face, so I'm like, 4 times as ugly.

Yippe.

07:49 a.m. Thursday, September 14, 2006
Okay, so yesterday I discovered just how ghetto, my ghetto car really is...

Heather and I are driving down Carefree highway, everythings cool, we're sipping our Starbucks like the posh masters we are, then out of nowhere...

This goddamn bird comes --> _ <--- close to hitting Heather because our windows are down. Yeah, a bird almost killed Heather while riding in my car.

As if that wasn't enough, the damned bird has knocked my antenna loose. Not really loose, but another bird incident and that fucker is gone.

Fucking ghetto car. >>''

08:00 a.m. Thursday, September 7, 2006
So pretty much, Heather is like, the best thing that's ever happened to me.

^-^

08:00 a.m. Thursday, September 7, 2006
So pretty much, Heather is like, the bet thing that's ever happened to me.

^-^

*sigh*

=( Heather dear has a bladder infection! Can you belive that? I'm so sad *tears* They hurt so bad.

I am tres excited for Saturday, which is Heather's birthday everybody! Plus, I'm either going shopping with Aimee or Fernando. I'm not sure yet. But omg...speaking of Fernando...

Totes cosmic connection going on, babes! He loves to shop! I love to shop! DOES EVERYBODY SEE THE CONNECTION???

teehee, yes I know, I know! Shopping= gay. Whatever. Gay= happy. Right?

Right.

08:28 p.m. Sunday, August 27, 2006
I have to say, I'm bored with my life right now.

I want to be in love with Jay again. I really do miss him.

It's been forever since we've been able to see each other, let alone hug each other. I'm starting to resent this whole "moving away" deal. I'm really starting to miss him. Is that normal?

Blaaaah, I'm all topsy turvy sad now. I have my Jackie-kins over to keep me company; God bless that soulfull boy!

07:56 a.m. Thursday, August 24, 2006
Whoa...I totes still have this thing? Wicked.

...

Now what?

07:02 p.m. Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Oh dearest me, the things I have done whilst I've been away. Wooh.

Finals are here and I'm totally freaking. Like, omgwtfinsane freaking. It's simply pathetic. Ugh, all my finals jammed into two days.

Wednesday: Spinning, World History, English

Thursday: Spanish, Chemistry, Geometry

I think I can pass Wednesday, but Thursdsay is another ballpark altogether. *desperate sob* Lifes hard at sixteen.

Oh, yayayayayayay for John, he's got a girlfriend! I hear she's 20 (what's with the older chicks all of a sudden??) rich, beautiful, and totally obsessed with him. Hoorray!

Patrick has hooked up with Diane, who used to help me babysit teh boys when they were tripping. She's 45 and has two 17 year old sons, who happen to be older than Pattycake. But ah well, whatever makes them happy, makes them happy.

I've been dating Sean for oh...ah...four months now. And, um, yeah. I don't know. We most defintly have our differences. Then again, when we're together, we have such a blast. And its not just sex. Like, when we get together, we make each other laugh and it's wicked. But I'm pretty sure we're using each other. Besides, John thinks he's cheating on me. I wouldn't mind if only he'd tell me about it. And I know she'd be ugly. Because, he has bloody HORRID taste. (And no, that is not a self-hating thing, I've seen his ex's and they're wretched). Plus, another negative, he called me fat. Actually, his exact words were "you're getting kinda heavy down there".

So he has that against him. But who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and find he's cheating on me! Or something.

Jay and peeps are doing well. I was worried about Draco for a while, but it all seems to be smoothing over. I'm going to miss them. It's going to be the first summer that they're gone and I'm without them. Totally. *heaving sob* Will I ever live? Yaaaah.

Whee, I love new clothes. I've bought so much stuff and I still want more! Like, a bloody lot more. Heh, live it up while you can, eh?

*squeal* Talking to John= happeh meh!

Discovered some really underground band named Clem Snide. I've only heard one of their songs but I like it. Tres cute <--me speak le francis!

10:40 p.m. Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Gah, you sick LJ bastards! I had a whole lovely entry typed for you all and it DELETED. Motherpussysuckers ><><><><>''''rawr.

Anywho, ello everybody! How are ya'll?

I'm fairing pretty well myself. Things are going better for lil ole me. I've got Jay & friends in another state, leaving a shiiiiit load of time. Yay. Even some of my peskies are vamoosed. And now, Sean is not one of them by the way. We are doing quite well. Mwah. Time to brag: in one night, we tipped over his safe, knocked stuff off a shelf, broke his curtain, broke a wheel (temporarily) off his chair, and-my best and favorite part- DENTED HIS WALL BABY! And oh yes, I made his ass sore sore soooooore. Haha, damn straight!

Work is going pretty well. I do miss Jesus though. *heartsick* Boo hoo hoo, come back my lovely funny boy. Damn, he smelled so goooooooooooood.

School is taking a dump though. My spanish grade has plumeted as fast as my math grade did last year after I got PO'd at Mrs. Bender. *snicker* Good times...

Read The Bell Jar positively fantastic. I highly reccomend it; adore it with all my heart, I do. :) A Certain Slant of Light was also lovely. And of course, The Meloncholy Death of a Oyster Boy by Tim Burton only lasted like, 10 minutes but was good for a chuckle and a good, 'Dude, what the fuck?'.

I must admit, I miss my Live Journal & my lil Live Journals peeps. *tear* I love you guys. But, my hatius will continue until I get ~~all~~ most of my plate cleared. 'Cause it's pretty damn full as of now.

*party hardy*

Until then, *smooch*

[Be no offended: a) I don't care, and b) it's funny. Admit it.]

08:42 p.m. Tuesday, March 7, 2006
You know what? I am just plain tired. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of (some) of my friends. I'm tired of my ex's. I'm tired of my current flings. I'm tired of relationships. I'm just plain fucking tired.

Why are you so tired, Kelly? I will tell you.

I've been having to face up with some major changes for me this year.

Number one: Jay.

We've been together for years. Not just years, try 4 1/2 years. We've done everything and seen everything and said everything. He helped me in so many ways and I've helped him a little bit too. I loved him, he loved me. All that jazz right? Well, I guess it's all fizzled out. We don't need/want each other any more. He's gone. And I'm having to face that. And I don't know how.

Number two: Justin.

Justin himself didn't mean that much to me. We had our simularities; he was a lot of fun. We had a lot of fun. But he represented something way more important. He reminded me that I wasn't totally dependent and stuck with Jay for the rest of my life. He was a wake up call. Still is really.

Number three: Sean.

Sean is going to be a really difficult thing to deal with. We've been dating for almost a month I think and he is ready to get serious. Like, really serious. What do you mean by serious? I'm talking sex and love. He is pulling the "i love you" bullshit already. Okay, that just doesn't fly. I don't love him. He doesn't love me. Big duuuuuuuuh, right? The sex thing is something I deal with on my own terms and he is making it awfully fucking difficult. Anyway, he is just giving me a huge friggin' headache over this. When we "re-met" we had just the loveliest time. He was sweet and funny and charming. Over all, such a catch. And since I was having so much fun, I decided, why not? I could use another distraction. No need to mope over Jay right? No siiirrr. So we started dating and I think it's a mistake. Fuuuck. But I might be overreacting. After all, I've had a lot on my mind these past few days.

And it doesn't help that I'm on my period.

Number four: Jesus.

Jesus is a guy I work with. No, not just a guy. He is an amazing guy. Funny, gorgeous, silly, sweet, 18; I'm talking a total catch. And I really like him quite a bit. Luckily, he has a girlfriend. I don't know why I'm mentioning him, I just love talking about him. Heh??

Number five: eating.

I'm doing that weird eating thing again. This happens every time I enter/exit a relationship. Blah! I won't eat a whole bunch for a few weeks (about a month really) and then out of no where, I'll go on a 2 day binge. Uck. I hate the binges. Make me feel fat and pathetic. Lalalala not going to think about it anymore. Mwahhaha. I win.

Number six: school.

My grades are dropping steadily. I haven't been doing my work at all. I've been blowing projects off and generally slacking. I don't even know why. I'm just so sick of it all. I do believe I've maxed out my energies. I need to re-coup. Hah, new word!!

Number seven: sleeping.

I have been sleeping a lot. I mean A LOT. I come home and sleep. I eat dinner and sleep. I take a shower and sleep. I go to school and sleep. That's all I do. And it prolly isn't good.

Number eight: friends.

Some of my friends are drifting away and I don't even know why. I wish I did because I know I'm going to miss them terrible. I already do. And if they aren't drifting away, they're butting in. Some people really don't know what they're trying to do; some of them are trying to control me. Like, aspects of me that they have no right to control. Oh well, I know they mean well and I still love them all.

*sigh*

Enough moping. I'm tired.

Cheery news time! Got my first paycheck at Target the other day; $154.00 dollars! Yayy, not bad for a first one, eh?

What else? Oh yes, I found a quarter in my bra as I was getting ready for my bath. Swear to god, everytime Justin throws something at me it ends up in my bra. I just do not get it...*grumble* it is pretty funny though. Heh.

Damnit, I have like, 4+ viruses and I'm not done scanning. Nobody in this fucking house has figured out the delete button. Jackasses.

Oh! My room is almost done. It's been painted (one wall a light purple, the other a pinkish-beige). All that needs to be done is the carpet then it's time to move in. YAYAYAYAYYAY! I'm so excited. It's soundproof, in the garage, with a lock; it's like they're begging me to have sex!

Bwahahaha!

PS. this guestbook is working spectaculary so WOOT! Comment all, please!

09:14 p.m. Wednesday, February 8, 2006
So I might totally have a second job interview at Target. Eventually. *I'm waiting till they fire/quit the other guy* then it's mine. Mwah. I'm also applying at Starbucks & Bath & Body WorkS. Wish me luck on the drug tests; I have aquirred an affinity for poppy seeds. Oh, le irony.

Ummm, yeah. I really have nothing to say. Minus the fact I slammed my head onto the steering wheel after sneezing & falling out of the car. It was parked, so nobody worry about me. Not that you would, but it's a nice thought don't you think?

06:03 p.m. Sunday, February 5, 2006
I'm pretty much accepting that I've become friendlier to the real world people, (aka: non LJ people *cough*) than I was last year. I've made quite a few friends this year & I don't know why? It's not like I'm that much nicer? Who knows? It'll come & bite me in the ass come Christmas. *shudder* even the word sends chillllls down meh spine!

Went shopping. Again. I must be masking some INNER PAIN or whatnot by spending every damn ~~dime~~ penny I have. Anywho, I got a ~~new pair of shoes that are just die-able cute~~, a pair of jeans finally, & a white tank top. I am excite. Mwah.

Saturday I took a trip with Heather, Amber, Tori, Emily, & Mrs. Burke up to the Anthem mall to..um...not to shop. Heh? I got a mini-jade buddah which matches Tori's & Heathers. Emily got one also, but it's not jade cuz they ran out. *pout* And instead of a buddah, Amber got a sweet kickin' cane. We also visited a bookstore where I got a few books, which I will tell you about later, cuz I'm lazy right now. All & all, it was a productive ~~not a shopping trip~~.

Then we made a detour to my house where we watched Black's Books. And I pretty much died. And had to tell myself not to steal it from them. I call first dibs, by the way.

But, alas, the night wasn't finished. We went to the Improv night at the High School. Not as good as last years, but still made me gleefully happy. :D

Um, not much happening on my end. Except I'm putting in a lot of driving. I also suspect I'm getting sick. Blasted!

08:53 p.m. Wednesday, February 1, 2006
I have been very irregular on my live journal updates and comments, and I apologize. I'm not ignoring you personally, I'm ignoring everybody. And why you may ask? Well, simply because I'm either too busy re-learning to drive or talking on the phone or texting *is 700 over* or fighting with Mum over my eating habits. So, forgiveth me. ^^;

Omigod I was having a pleasant conversation with Justin when he asked to talk to my Mum. He has a thing for Mums, it's bizzare. Anywho, he and her start talking when I hear her break out into one of her laughing attacks. And when I steal the phone back from him, what do I hear him singing? The song on the Carl Jr. commercial, the one with the cow. He & Mum were comparing me to the COW. Yes, I hate you buddy. ;P

The terrible blisters on my feet from my new shoes are simmering down. Maybe 'simmering' is a peculiar choice, but play along. Yesterday, it was like my feet were bleeding fire. Today, they aren't so bad. 'You *me* have the best analogies', says Heather.

I need to go to Target tomorrow to pick up some jeans & shoes. I know I know, I don't need more shoes, but I want them. A lot.

"Fat people are not fat, they suffer from what I call reverse anorexia" -That guy Kay knows.

Oh, I went driving this afternoon to pick Max up after school. So this lady pulls up next to me after I forgot to turn my turn signal off, and she starts yelling! So I slam my hand against the window and yell, "fuckyou"!!! Then Mum went on her rant how I sound just like Dad and swear too much. Blah blah blah. And I missed going to Dairy Queen with Heather, Emily, Amber, and Cherel for this.

09:12 p.m. Sunday, January 29, 2006
Had to visit my grandparents today. GAG. It was horrid. For the 4th year in a row I've recieved earring and I haven't had my ears peirced for 4 years! And for my birthday? Some bath soaps from Wal-Mart. zomfgwtfrawr. Oh, and her fucking dog kept licking me and jumping on me. I hate dogs as it is, and to have this little 2 pound wonder mating with me was about all I could take.

On the other hand, my room in the garage is being built with miraculous speed. I'm amazed. I cannot wait to move out of my existing room and into a privacy ridden corner. Mwah.

Um, my hair is behaving so well. I just love it so much. Yes I do.

Ummmmmmm, I really need to sleep.

10:42 p.m. Saturday, January 28, 2006
What a day! I've been doing some serious *$80 dollars worth* retail therapy this weekend. I've got:

*two t-shirts:

-one red one from Belize

-one yellow one w/ Brian Froud art on it.

*a yellow bra

*two pairs of sunglasses -one very pink pair

-one just plain cool pair

*slippers

-fuzzy and pink baby

*shoes

-brown vinyl w/ bow (ballet flats, again)

*toothpaste

-CITRUS

*milky ways

*nirvana cd

-in utero

I'm sure I got some other things but I can't remember them at this time. I'll try to remember to take pictures for ya'll.

Went to The Summit this evening with Heather; way way way uber fun. Uuuuuuuum, not much has been going on with meh. I'm pretty boring all and all.

Oh yes, I hate valentines day.

10:42 p.m. Saturday, January 28, 2006
What a day! I've been doing some serious *$80 dollars worth* retail therapy this weekend. I've got:

*two t-shirts:

-one red one from Belize

-one yellow one w/ Brian Froud art on it.

*a yellow bra

*two pairs of sunglasses -one very pink pair

-one just plain cool pair

*slippers

-fuzzy and pink baby

*shoes

-brown vinyl w/ bow (ballet flats, again)

*toothpaste

-CITRUS

*milky ways

*nirvana cd

-in utero

I'm sure I got some other things but I can't remember them at this time. I'll try to remember to take pictures for ya'll.

Went to The Summit this evening with Heather; way way way uber fun. Uuuuuuuum, not much has been going on with meh. I'm pretty boring all and all.

Oh yes, I hate valentines day.

09:47 p.m. Thursday, January 26, 2006
Today was eventful! In chemistry class, Mrs. Goldstien, our new teacher, just about killed me. She almost killed Rosa too. We were laughing so damn hard *at her* we were crying! The whole class is now in the belief we're on crack. It is beautiful.

Okay, so that was the big event for today. But whatev, right? Nope, there is one more!

Just like last year, we got kicked out of the library. That's right, again. I think she just waits till it's just starting to warm up, and then kicks us out. I am almost thinking that she takes pity on us in the winter and that that's the only reason we're ever allowed in there. Ever. Ah well, tradition is tradion right?

Haha Kira isn't going to the dance. I am so freakin' good. It really isn't funny how good I am. It really isn't.

This icon *points to icon is livejournal* is a cruel icon. You couldn't have taken a more, what's the word? flattering picture of me? Honestly Heather, you have issues. Ah yes, speaking of you, we are going to go see Fun with Dick & Jane tomorrow night. At 6ish. I also need to get some shoes, a yellow bra, and some lotion if I'm lucky. I also need an older boyfriend so I can go see The Weatherman which is rated R. Lame. Wonder if there's a sale? I bet if there were, it'd be at Target. Yeah, defintly at Target.

Bluh, Mum is hounding on me about the "future" and "getting a job" and "taking responisibility"...it's like she doesn't know me at all, you know? *sigh*

P.S. New livejournal. http://www.livejournal.com/users/orangechilican/

09:44 p.m. Wednesday, January 25, 2006
So, yeah. I haven't been online in like, 4 days. Which is by far a record for me. I haven't had time. Inbetween school and sleep and passing my permit test...that's right, I passed it! Mwahaha. Go me.

Ech, Jay and Friends might be moving back to wherever they came from. That'll make things so boring...I might be looking forward to it. But don't tell them. *wink*

I've been playing comfort-Kira for the past few days and I do believe I deserve a medal! She's been having some 'major' boy troubles, in which I can empathize, and has been crying. So, being the mother therasa that I am, patted her arm gently and told her that people cry all the time. Oh yeah, go freakin' me.

I might be going to a concert with Rosa sometime in Febuary, but I'm not sure. The Horrorpops are coming to the Marquee Theatre for $15 bucks. And since I enjoy a few of their songs, I might go. Could be fun, no? Anybody interested?

Heather: What was the site you gave me where you posted le pictures? www.silverslipper.deviant.com ?

Tori: I'm bringing your Franz cd tomorrow.

Amber: I have a book you might be interested in if you would like it?

That's all for now folks!

07:59 p.m. Friday, January 20, 2006
I am incredibly hyped and bored. I just drank a fucking liter of root beer; combine that with my overly- energized state of mind and the fact I stayed in the same postition for a few hours, and you get ME RIGHT NOWOHMYGODL. So yes, um, fuck.

Gag, Maggie has tied her shirt up so it reveals her stomach. Fatass bitch, I don't want to see you. *bluck*

I am looking so hot right now, not even funny. I have my slippers, my grungy black pants, my running jacket, and my sunglasses on. Yes, I am a sight to see. I took a picture but my computer is being an asshole. So I leave it to your imagination.

Biiiiiiiiitch. *Both* my dates skipped out on me. Rawr, I vow revenge! (Not that I care, but it's the purpose of the matter, you know?)

Need to get ouuuuuut. *whimper*

Tomorrow I'm going with Heather, Emily, & Tori to Desert Ridge to go shopping. Tori is looking for a dress for some Winter Formal Dance at le school. I am supposed to help her out. She also is trying to convince me to go. With Justin. Um, no. I shall kill myself in protest!!! (Seriously Tori- no.)

Heather says my *orange* nails look like M&M's. Heh, I like them, but the paint doesn't stay on very long which is disapointing. Grr, rage.

I forgot to mention, for my birthday, Amber got me Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis. Which, by the way, I looooooooooooooooooved. Thank you!!

08:51 p.m. Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Woot, today was a hoot! First, emu and I had a bonding moment where he told me he could get acid for $1 a pop. I don't know why he told me this; I despise drugs. But, whatever. It was funny non-the-less. Secondly, I got to go go-karting this afternoon *for blissful hours* with Heather & Amber (instead of hanging at the school till 5). It was such a blast! We were all tripped out in our black sweatshirts, lookin' all gangstah, flying down the road, kickin' up dust...*teh happy sigh*

I've got to get one *go kart*

Anyway, family is watching The Biggest Loser. They're telling me how I should enter so I won't be so fat. *grrr*

So, Mum is going to take me to get my BMI soon. Which is cool; I've always wondered how much of my body is fat. (By the way: a BMI = Body Mass Index, which tells how much fat is in your body)

Dum de dum, I have no clue why I made this new journal. It makes no sense. I think it's 'cuz I don't want to spell mischievous anymore.

07:42 p.m. Tuesday, January 17, 2006
So yes. I'm taking a hatius on this thing & live journal, after this update.

I've been just really exhausted for the past few weeks. I don't know if it's from Jay or what, but I'm pfft'd out. I honestly don't want to deal with an-y-thing. Which I know is really quite selfish, but fuck it. I just don't want to! I've been nice. I've been mean. I've been patient. I've been blah-blah-blah. I just don't want to have to deal with it anymore. Anything! I just want to kick back, relax, and if I must stress, let it be little things. I want to take time to worry about school, not whether my friend is going to die. I want to worry about boys, instead of worrying about what I'll have to deal with later on. I want to not worry about anything.

Not that I worry about anything before that much anyway. But, whatever. I know I'm being a huge angsty-cry-emo-loser, but this is my lame ass journal, and I shall be emo!!! I will!!

I know I never had to deal with anything that big in the first place, but it seems like a lot to me. And if it seems like a lot to me, well then it's A LOT FOR ME. I don't know why some people don't understand that. But whatever.

Simply, if I don't respond to you, I'm not ignoring you. I'm ignoring everybody. Because I'm selfish. And a big meanie. Honestly, I don't really care. I will come back with a vengance, but until then, Adios!

08:46 p.m. Friday, January 13, 2006
have like, 8 bruises on my legs and a few on my arms. Was I abused and just, missed it? 0.o' Oh dear.

I had knee sex today. Yep. It was amazing, my first time ever. *eye roll* (EXPLANATION HERE: Justin & I were hanging out when he reached over and rubbed my knee. Then he told me I was a whore and I had just had knee sex. I was raped, I say! Raped!) XD Love that kid!

Started my period again today. *sob* I fucking hate that. On the weekend of my party and everything.

I'm so proud of EMILY and TAYLOR, they scored in like, the 90-99 percentile of their grades. XPPP

Oy, time to chat to meh peeps, they need my lovin'.

PS. Justin says I'm never mean to anyone. So suck that, biatch!

09:07 p.m. Thursday, January 12, 2006
Okay, so I'm totally having a dandy day! I've got my music plahing, my legs semi-shaved, and a lovely one-armed-yep-I'm-walking-and-hugging-at-the-same-time-hug from Justin under my belt today. *no pun intended* Because I'm seriously so fucking cool, and he thinks my birthday is today. :-)

Not to mention I finally woke up refreshed and not pathetically exhausted as I have been in these past days. And on top of that, obliterated from those pesky girly-emotional-feelings that have been getting me down. I blame it on the seriously abnormal, not to mention unhealthy, intake of processed food I've had this week. And it's getting better...

Party on Saturday, which will be fucking cool.

The only big bother today was that Jay got my cell number, so I've been dodging him even more than normal. There's only so much I can take, you know? I blame the pesky buggar Patrick. *facedesk*

Finished Citizen Girl which I liked well enough. Not as good as Nannie Diaries though, not even close frankly. 1984is giving me a hard time; I can't seem to get into it. I'm on page, 251 or something, and I'm barely getting it. I mean, I get it. But really, shut up. I know, the world is going to end in corruption. Then we'll blow up. Then magically we'll be reborn or the earth will die and nobody will care 'CAUSE WE'RE DEAD! But that's just me.

My half-eaten-day-old candy cane is divine. In case you were curious.

Although, this major canker sore is a fucking bummer. I will not let it get me down, no no.

Check out more MEME's at LJ. plzkthx.

08:26 p.m. Wednesday, January 11, 2006
"I'll have a slice of your mother"

-Franz Ferdinand. And my curret favorite lyric. =P

Backtrack: My Birthday: so many, many things happened that day. Jay came home from the hospital (after slitting his wrists) which brought out mixed feelings about him and every other boy I knew. I ended up on a girly-tirade-rant about how much better I could have it with Justin or Patrick or a number of other boys I love to death. But simply, naah. It'd take way to much effort than I'm willing to put out. So, I'm over it now, just like Tori said I would be. So wise you are *pat pat*

I also went to Macayos where I devoured 2 tostadas and 3 sopaillas along with plenty of soda. Then home to a few peices of cake. Yes, I'm a fat girl, I know it. It was fabulous; I love that place to death.

Top 5 Restaurants:

1. Panda

2. Macayos

3. In & Out

4. Tuscan Cafe

5. Spegetti Factory

Then I sat in the driveway with Patrick just chilling, which is always nice. All and all, I had quite a nice time. My celebratory party is officially on SATURDAY to Sunday. We shall sleep in the guest house as to avoid infuriating the parents with our "noises". It should be some serious fun. Heh, yes.

Pimp Time: has the best Arrested Development icons in the world. Love.

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! You all totally made my day, woot!

And thanks to for the would-be- fab-happy-birthday- picture of Conan, if I could see it! (The direct link broke, you just have to re-post it).

MY *real* HOROSCOPE:

Your sign is often associated with royalty, due to your regal, royal bearing and the mantle of authority you wear so easily and so well. So you have every right to decide who to let into your world and who to banish from it -- and that goes double now. If there's someone who's been trying to edge their way in, don't hesitate to give them a good shove back out. If they're this pushy to start with, imagine how they'll be a bit further down the road.

Fitting, isn't it?

Check out my MEME in my live journal plzkthx. :D

11:52 a.m. Saturday, January 7, 2006
Yeah, so I'm in such a shitty mood. Nothing seems to be going right for me these days. I know it sounds a lil emo for me, but whatev. I have bigger concerns than what anybody fucking thinks. People I love and care about are fucking up and leaving. Or they're just doing what they always do and don't realize what the fuck it's doing to me. Honestly, I don't know what's bothering me so much, I just know it sucks. And that I wish it was over. Hmm, this is the first time in a while I haven't just copied out of my LJ, I like this better.

And the shitty rap music Maggie is blaring isn't helping any.

Check out my LJ for a quiz meme & banner.

09:13 p.m. Thursday, January 5, 2006
Hah, just finished watching The Hot Chick. Daaamn, that's a funny movie. I just love it.

I've been loading music onto my other computer in order to download onto my iPod shuffle (which I finally opened, yay) but it's taking forever. I think I'm going to die just waiting for it. >>;;

School has begun again, but it isn't too bad. This year is wayohsomuch better than last year; I actually enjoy *a bit* my sophmore year. Word up, fo shiz :P!

I need to get my nails done again; I think I've fallen in love with manicures xO. Yes, it's true, I love 'em. Heh, who would've known?

As everyone knows (or might not) my birthday is on the 10th of next week, woot! And I've decided to have a party after much debate.

Who? Whoever.

What? My birthday partaaay.

When? Friday 13th (this was unintentional. Heather planned it, not me.)

Where? My house.

Why? 'Cos you love me.

How? Everybody is dropped off at my house, we hang out, watch shillions of movies, pass out after stuffing ourselves with abnormal amounts of food. You all get picked up in the morning/afternoon/whatever.

Peace.

10:15 p.m. Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Woke up at 8 in the morning to celebrate Mum's & Max's birthday. I sorta didn't get Mum a present, oops. But she didn't let me go yesterday, so she got what she asked for :P. Then, the whole bloody family went on a hike up a mountain to look for torquiose, I know.

A few hours later we were loaded up and driven off to Cracker Jacks where we spent our time trying to avoid our Father (who was trying to run us off the go-cart tracks) and laughing at my attempts to get a par (in mini golf) of under 20.

Dinner at Macayos, which is my love. Home to cake. And now for whatever I want.

07:53 p.m. Monday, January 2, 2006
I have decided, along with Heather, that I will get a job! I'm setting aside a day in which I'm just going to go around applying for jobs. Everywhere. But not anywhere, I have standards. I'm thinking

-Tower Records

-Bath & Body Works

-Barnes & Noble

-Library

I have also decided I'm gong to have to start...*whisper* volunteering. I know, but don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm not going to feed the homeless or anything (heaven forbid) I'm just going to hang in the ER and at the library. Make myself look good to distract them from my test scores.

Why this sudden change of attitude? Why have I turned into a responsible person? I haven't.

I've just been ordered by Mum to "try and make myself usefull and not totally worthless". So, I'm getting a job. I might even try for my permit again, but that's doubtful. My confidence is totally blown (on that subject at least).

So long, I've got to play doctor with Jay. Literally. He has some kind of stomach flu & Cam fell off a roof. I'm so good; taking care of people, go me.

P.S. My new ringtone is Heather singing Dreeaam weaaaver. I love it.

09:10 p.m. Sunday, January 1, 2006
Bleh, new year. Which means I'm obligated to

x. get a job

x. get my license

x. shave

Gawd, life is so hard.

Hee, sometimes meh sister Kim says the most fabulous things:

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful"

I'll try not to Kim. XP

Ohmygod- last night I was looking at old photos and year books...

Enough said?

No.

x. I was an fat kid

x. My friends were adorable as kids

x. I'm jealous

Wtf is Lauren IMing me for, bitch.

That's all for the new year.

08:54 p.m. Friday, December 30, 2005
Time to look back on 2005:

1. Discovering the obvious about the ones I'm closest to.

2. Learning to just party and do what I want to.

3. Dancing on the roof under the stars, just like something I'd read about.

4. Meeting some amazing new people.

5. Keeping my old peeps laughing.

and the rest is honestly, just a blur. ~~One big ass blur~~, that's for sure XD

08:38 p.m. Friday, December 30, 2005
Yesterday, went to see Memoirs of a Geisha with Heather & Tori, which turned out to be very good. Smuggled some Panda into the theatre, despite Tori's dire warnings, and feasted. Bought some darling shoes (2 pairs, spazz!) and Max's and mine bday present.

I totally just got done watcing Napolean Dynamite for the first time! Oh..my...God, best movie ever.

In the year 2006 I resolve to:
Point and laugh more.

Get your resolution here

07:48 p.m. Wednesday, December 28, 2005
DAILY ACTIVITIES OF TODAY:

1. Woke up around 2

2. Took a shower

3. Napped till 6

4. Called Tori

5. Nursed a headache

6. Talking to my man Jerome! ...and here we are XP

11:31 p.m. Monday, December 26, 2005
That's right, I've taken a trip! And a dangerous one at that. The MALL AFTER CHRISTMAS! *insert screams of horror here* Yep, Heather, Kay, Taylor, Emily, & I have braved the mall after xmas, and have come out alive.

We caught the Narnia movie and OHMYGODREALLYREALLYGOOD. They did such a splendid job, and now I despratley want a Mr. Tumnus. Seriouly, I want one.

Umm, not much really to say besides the fact we had a fabulous time. And I love Panda Express. Like, whoa.

Cursed some asshole whose been calling Heather repeatly. (By the way, we don't know who he is so it's justified). Yeah...I might have threatened to kill me. Or something. Heh, I was mad?

So long, suckas!

And oh yes, iTunes suck. I'm having the hardest time installing it. Rawwwr!!

10:09 p.m. Sunday, December 25, 2005
Had a pleasant Christmas morning. So I took a buncha pictures of my pressies and post them jus' for you!

But-you're going to have to go to my livejournal, sorry. http://www.livejournal.com/users/mischievous_bit/

And Heather sucks. She didn't keep me company at all today. Gack, I spit on your dragons skank.

The afternoon was pretty cool though. Besides some pretty akward moments when they said I looked nicer than last year, yeah, thanks. And when they began singing to me about Justin. (Mom convinced them that I was dating Justin. She wants me to have a boyfriend so bad it's pathetic. If only she knew...) Other than that, all went well.

And oh yeah, they forgot to mention we were eating dinner so I haven't had anything to eat since my french toast, but that had a rock in it so... Happy Christmas everybody; let's party on New Years!

07:24 p.m. Saturday, December 24, 2005
Oh my God- I'm fucking crying because I'm laughing so hard. Heather has totally, without even trying, made my Christmas. Wtf is with the dragons you whore? I'm going to die!!!!

I die.

SOOO I'm totally pretending that Christmas isn't tomorrow and that I'm not going to have to play nice Kelly for a whole day. Jake, Grace, and Karen, my denial button might be broken. This is NOT good. I don't want to think about Christmas and it's presents and it's holiday cheer and it's inquisitions and it's bloody marys and it's fighting. I don't wanna. Sulk.

Instead, I will make a call to Heather to tell her that her dragon thing is just teh fab.

Lalala, I'm done.

07:54 p.m. Friday, December 23, 2005
If I keep eating the way I am, I'm going to bloat up to the size of a balloon. Then Jay will get mad and I'll have to be a good little girl, which I hate. Why a girl can't eat chips, tortillas w/ butter, chocolate coins, milanos, and soda all day is beyond me?

Or is it?

Reading One for the Money again, and liking it greatly. It's such a silly book and it makes me giggle. Plus, it helps me forget it's Christmas.

Sorry people, a lot of you are enjoying Christmas and you should be, but me and my emo self aren't loving it. It might be because the family is already fighting and it's just getting started. Or it might be that they are looking at me again in that odd way that makes me paranoid. Or it might just be I'm a emo. Whatever the reason, I'm being a sour puss and getting yelled at for it. "Kelly, goddamnit, get into the Christmas spirit or I'll kick your ass mother fucker, words of encouragment from Mum. Thanks.

So I shall take my sour puss attitude, my new camera phone, and march over to the phone where I will sulk with Jay about how sucky life is.

09:34 p.m. Thursday, December 22, 2005
Bah. Last entry was so emo it made me gag. See? *GAGS* I gagged in CAPITOL LETTERS.

Yup.

Oops, I just bet some guy my ass that Bono is immortal.

Hah, pansy.

08:14 p.m. Thursday, December 22, 2005
I slept until 4:30, and the only reason I'm up is 'cause I was dragged out of bed. And I'm still frellin' exhausted, I could sleep for days.

And I want to shag. But I can't 'cause the whole friggin' family is here.

I'm displeased.

I want to do something.

I want to sleep.

Waaah.

I'm going to watch Arrested Development and read some fan fiction to make myself happy.

01:00 a.m. Thursday, December 22, 2005
Had a really nice day. It was just pleasant.

After school, Jay picked me up (it was supposed to be early but he never made it ) and dropped me off at Desert Ridge, where I met Aunt Joy and kids. There, I got my Dad a coffee pot and my Mom I got a Lemon Bath Scent thing.

For xmas, Aunt Joy also got me a shirt, a bracelet, and the Franz Ferdinand cd, woot! T'was a sucessful day. But it was not over yet!!!

Off to Aimee's party, only a 30 mins late, with Heather in tow. There, we battled with food sticks and listened to Albino Black Sheep Funnies, which are to die for.

My manicure came out speldid and I enjoyed it. Mainly because my -curist had magical hands and was just adorable. Her name was Nelli and her phone is programmed in my phone. We hung out, Heather, Taylor, Nelli, & I, and drew on Nelli's car while she taught us some gangster moves. Taylor is hell bent on hanging out with her, therefore, it shall be done!

By the way, Nelli likes guys who can read, are in to Harry Potter, doesn't do drungs or drink too much, and believes guys like vigrins. We chatted and it was splendid, I want to go again.

Aimee flashed me her underwear.

I got hugged today more than I ever have in a really long while. It was kinda nice. Nelli hugged me, Taylor hugged me, Adonna hugged me, Lexi hugged me, Aimee hugged me, Emily hugged me. In short, 'cause I know I'm forgetting people, everybody hugged me 'cept Heather. An understatment would be saying it was odd.

Got my new phone, woot! Now I have picture mail..hahah! YESSS.

08:46 p.m. Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Bombed my World History final. I suspect this was because some fucktard cheerleader (who lives for the stereotypes) kept throwing paper at me and telling me to give her the 'effing answers'. I told her to 'eff off', but she didn't get it. T'was distracting and wretched. Bitch.

My Math final I almost feel confidant on. I bribed Justin, by letting him rub my head, to tell me what I got on part one. And it was worth it, man, I got a 12 out of 15...that's an 80%!

I know!

And after that, came lunch. Where KAY visited us, woot! That was fun, she looked adorable.

Chemistry I slept through, thankfully. We were watching a Curious George video; I do not know why people like that puppet, it's so kinky.

Now I lovingly refer to my ENGLISH FIASCO.

So Mom calls me just before English starts (where I had a final) and tells me she's pulling me out and that I can take the final tomorrow. And when I told her I couldn't, she wanted to talk to the teacher, which I adamently refused. So she left for the airport and said I better find a ride home or I'd be there till 5ish. I was not about to wait. So I called a few friends who were ready to go anyway. So at exactly 1:18 I finished my final in record time baby, and fled school. Oh yeah, I'm bad. ;D

10:01 p.m. Monday, December 19, 2005
Ever heard of the HCTNW syndrome? No, neither had I but I am told that I suffer from it. It's called the HOT CHICK THAT NOBODY WANTS Syndrome and I am one of many who are plagued with this sufferage.

Yes, that's right folks. This is an actual disease made up by the teenage guy population and is slowly spreading, infecting high schools everywhere.

Thank John:

"The Hot Chick That Nobody Wants Syndrome. No one wants you, but you're got. Since this guy realizes you're hot but no one wants you ('cept me) he's going to use that to boost himself up because he actually has the nerve to treat a hot chick like crap. Since everyone else doesn't pay attentino to you he treats you like crap. But if you were popular, then he wouldn't dare. "

He goes on to explain that I am hot, just not popular. And that is the reason I get treated like shit...or something.

All I know is that I love John to peices. Even if he says stuff like this. No, especially because he says stuff like this.

Tagged by...[Unknown LJ tag]

5 Weird Habits....

1) I bite my fingernails compulsivly.

2) I never take the ribbon on my left wrist off.

3) I only take my charm bracelet off to shower.

4) I used to think my hair looked better dirty.

Recieved a box of brownies from Mary along with assorted candy too. Tegan gave me grapefruit body spray, gift card to Bath & Body Works, candy, & two lip glosses! THANKS!

I'm already gaining my holiday weight. Ugh, it sucks.

07:32 p.m. Saturday, December 17, 2005
I would say the White Elephant party went well, but that would be an understatement.

I, to my greatness, fell asleep right before the party started at 2, so when Aimee came in all her pig tailed glory, she got to see me with my feet hanging off the bed, my arms in the air, and my stomach revealed to all. Mmhmm, she didn't even bother waking me up, just sat there. So when I heard a rustling and peeked an eye open, I saw Aimee peeking from the corner of my bed. Go me, ja?

When everybody arrived, we hurridly opened presents, and become jubliant! Emily:Got me a black, velvety paper boy hat; clinky bracelets; a turtle figurine; a bounty of assorted candy and chocolate; a chinese fan; and a lovely pen. Heather:Got me a pink plaid hat; pink pearls; white pearl barret; a faerie figurine; and green tinted sunglasses. Tori:Got me a stuffed animal chicken and assorted candy. Aimee:A box of brownie mix and aviator sunglasses. Amy:Got me a mug filled with assorted candy and cocoa; and a pearl bracelet. Amber:Got me a mug filled with candy!

If I forgot anything, my bad. I'm going to take pictures of everything and post it! :D Everything is so fab!

Mrs. Burke brought over gingerbread men so we could decorate them for Tori's benefit. Which we all decorated in wrestlers (emily) to cannibals (amber) to the Rocky Horror Picture Show (guess) to just a man with armpit hair (me) to a crossdresser (aimee) to a british boy (tori). T'was a new experience for me...never done something like that before. :p

We spent the rest of the time eating pie and pizza and mainly just lounging and taking tons of pictures.

I <333333 life.

12:16 a.m. Saturday, December 17, 2005
Conan is on in 30 minutes!

I hate when people call themselves pyromaniacs. You aren't really. It's funny when you're a middle schoolers, but we're big kids now, drop it.

Hah, shopping was such a blast! Went home with Tori & Kira on the bus, which was totally surreal and insane. It was like being a...something. I felt so posh; loved it. Met up with Heather at In & Out and trapiezed on buying loads of shite. And recording fabulous fabulousnesses. And dancing to emo rap in Hot Topic. Oh yes, we're the bomb.

Then Tori reached her 6:00 curfew and had to depart. Leaving Heather & I to lounge in soft chairs while listening to a semi-charming band. Once again we wandered into restaurant looking for food, until we once again went into Barnes & Noble to split a cookie & chill.

YES! Conan is on!

12:16 a.m. Saturday, December 17, 2005
Conan is on in 30 minutes!

I hate when people call themselves pyromaniacs. You aren't really. It's funny when you're a middle schoolers, but we're big kids now, drop it.

YES! Conan is on!

05:54 p.m. Thursday, December 15, 2005
Another mass of productivity today. Kinda. I looked gangster in my aviator glasses, sweatshirt, & ripped jeans. My hairdresser gushed at my self-creation. Bah, I'm hot. :P

I have to go shopping for Tegan, Aimee's bday & my Mom on friday! I got Aimee xmas, Hairdresser, Hilary, Kira, Amy, & Lauren this afternoon at Target when I cleverly raided the $1 dollar isle. Meep, Mum is forcing me to take more out of my college fund. Grr, I wish she'd pay for something. I'm never going to have enough money for her; and I want that cd too!

I need new shoes too, sigh.

Emily, after taking a million month hatius on our notebooks, has finally answered! Yay, I enjoy it. Something fun to do.

Lord help me, I think Tori has the wrong impression of my party. She expects caroling, hand holding, pretty presents...when really, she's getting lounging, talking, yelling & burned candles.

I did not want to get up this morning, more than usual. I was so warm and happy all curled up in my bed. Le sigh, I bet I looked adorable.

I'm quite arrogant today.

My presents for people are seriously kicking ass. I'm trying to make up for last year's disaster. When I ended up giving everybody old candles I bought off some vender and whatever came from under my bed. This year, the paper bags are full and full of cute shit that I'm proud of. Hella. Yeah. XD

It took 10 minutes to get my Pei Wei out of the door today! The guy kept talking to me and holding my food just out of my reach. >>' Just because I'm hot doesn't mean I don't want to eat. ^_-

Kidding, I'm not that hot.

Ooer, got new cover up. So rejoice, this face will be hidden very soon.

Talked to Amber all day via text. She said she's getting her work done and procrastinating less. Go you!!!! I'm so proud *tear*

My legs feel so silky. I just love the way they look in my gold shoes. Makes me feel British and pretty.

I need new bras. My breasties hurt when I run. This angers me; I like to run.

I need new clothes.

And socks.

And underwear.

Hot girls are needy.

Kidding.

09:26 p.m. Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I come bearing good news! Today during Spanish class, I was picked first for the speaking final. (The good news follows, so don't get your knickers in a twist.) *Deathly dread over comes you* But- never fear, after throwig in some French & English, I did it! I passed with a 74%!! Huzzah!

And moving on...I have been sought out to give relationship advice. Oh, irony, how you make me giggle. It appears that I give off the aura of expertise on romance. I think it's my expericne with Jay & friends that makes me so wise. Harharhar...

Drove to Jay's yesterday so I could beat him with my firsts o' fury. Only to find him & the britsdacnig on the roof putting lights up. Somehow or another, I ended up withall their shirts covering my car & myself. Oh, playah playah.

Dearest Tori became terribly upset when some guy named Mike sat with us at lunch. I don't know why it upset her so; it happens to everyone :D It was funny seeing her all flustered though...heh, poor Tori.

Kira came abounding at me exclaiming that she had fiannly seen Nipple Boy, face & all. She was in full blown lust till I distracted her.

Saturday I'm throwing a party. Tori made up some ivitations saying very UN-clever things about me being a drunk & death & such.

07:21 p.m. Tuesday, December 13, 2005
This entry has nothing to do with hotpants sorry, so leave now if that's what you came for. But it does include my hitchiking experience, finals, and my everyday drooone. Oh yeh, come and git it!

First and foremost, I am mad. It seems I need to look carefull before I get into a car with my Brits. What happens if I don't? I end up driving down Carefree Highway with a bunch of smashed boys who leave me on the side of the road when I told them to pull over. Yep. So I was lucky enough to find, in my own way, a few friends who gave me a ride home. Oh boy, they're in so much trouble now.

Moving down the list, my Spanish Speaking Final *insert shrieks of death here* tomorrow. I have studied a lil bit, but got bored and frightened. So I'm here now, naturally.

And now for the everyday drone:

...

That's all for today folks, tune in tomorrow for an extra dose of drama, love, and heartbreak. :D

05:53 p.m. Monday, December 12, 2005
That's right, John has named me his wife- to- be. And I guess we're going to have a baby girl and he's going to spoil her rotten, while I'm in charge of being 'wifey'. =P Oh yeah, I'm so totally wifey.

I'm so glad he's over his Emo Phase. John is simply lovely when squishy cute. :#

Jake: *says something about being serious*

Me: *asks when we were casual*

Jake: *shakes head, exhasperated*

Oh damn, who wants to clean up this mess?

*laughing my ass off* I trip people out, did you know that? *thanks Papsmear*

09:59 p.m. Sunday, December 11, 2005
Woot, another outing to celebrate! Went to le mall with Heather and Tori this afternoon. Got a bit of shopping done, ie: Kim, Maggie, & Max, but I still have more friends. I know way too many people; I ought to cut back, but I say that every year. :D

Celebrated Kim's *14th* birthday yesterday with a brownie cake, which was gone by the morning. =P

Guerrolito comes out in a few days, yay! I cannot wait; Heather and I have been singing, and dancing, to his new songs in Tower Records.

Speaking of Tower Records, those people are the crazy! We, Heather and I, were just hanging out looking at whatever, when this old guy comes up and compliments me on my tweed jacket and Heather's hair! Haha, he was funny, if not a bit odd.

Tori was thinking about my World History teacher Mr. Cumberland in the shower. **lol**

07:43 p.m. Saturday, December 10, 2005
Went shopping with Jake today; he keeps buying me things, yay! I got a tweed jacket, which I adore and shall wear on our outing tomorrow, and a yellow shirt, which I'll wear on Monday. Whee!

Man, I must look uber hot today. Seriously, I was sitting in the back of the car (where I seem to in a lot these days...0.0') and happened to look over to see these *older* boys waving and smiling at me. So I turned on my CHARM and raised my eyebrows and smiled. Hah, what a reaction! I had Jake speed up to show them not only was I smokin' in my glasses, but I had a sweet ride too. ;D AND THEN- at Home Depot, these two *much older* men winked at me and started laughing. So I adjusted my glasses and kicked some pebbles at them. Heh, yay!

Jake thinks it's my, quote, breasties, but I say it's the glasses. After all, he always gets lucky with them on....

Xmas shopping tomorrow, but only for my brother and that party next weekend.

10:25 p.m. Friday, December 9, 2005
Today was a bounty of adventures for me. So I shall tell you, because that's why I have this durned thing.

Last Night:

I was working on my English project when I discover, both of my printers are dead, or out of ink. That's right, joy. It's 10:30 at night and I am fucked. I try a billion different things to fix this problem, but nothing works. Naturally, so I decide to wait till...

The Next Morning:

I ditch first block to drive to Target to get my ink, so I can rush home, print, then speed off to school. Simple? Not for me! Instead, I have to encounter a plethora of problems in my path.

I get to Target, grab my *4 boxes* ink, when Mum tells me that we need 4 things of conditioner. So I stick some under my arms and under my chin, perfectly balanced. That is, until I start to walk. Then, the bottle under my chin falls out and I have to do this odd bendy/scoop manuever to get it back up again. Luckily, at first thought, a Target employee comes up and offers to get me a basket, to which I reply, SURE! But as I'm saying SURE, I manage to fling a bottle at him and throw a ink packet in the other direction. And as he fetches the basket, and the condition (after I told him to get it for me) I dump my shit into it's new home and smile and say, "thanks kid". Now all he had to say was 'whatever' and I wouldn't have cared, but nooo. He wanted to be a smartass and say, "my name isn't Kid". So I lower my glasses, read his name tag and say, "Thanks Brian" and walk off leaving him to scowl.

After a bit more shopping, I find myself looking for my Mum, who I rather graciously slam into her cart and fling my basket everywhere. Again. And in the process, I lose ANOTEHR bottle of conditioner.

So I'm forced to make my way back to the toletries, where Brian is stacking the shampoo I had knocked over earlier. And thus, this converstaions ensued: Brian: "You again! You knocked these over didn't you! Get the hell out!" Me: Not all of them! Those two were over there!" *points* Brian: *yell, yell* Me: *scowl, yell*

So I cleverly dash to the back of the aisle to steal one without him knowing. But, nothing ever goes so easy. He catches me and I end up grabbing one anyways and yelling "this is mine!!".

Check out time. And who is the only one working the cashier- Brian. Yup. I manage to get everything on the thing and checked out, until he picked another fight... Brian: "You were here yesterday!" Me: "And the day before that, and the day before that. So what's your point?" Brian: "You made that mess of purses! I had to clean that up! And the day-" Me: "No! I made the purses but you made todays mess!" And we again scream at each that we are going to get each other kicked out (me) or fired (him). Then I left. :D

Then I...

Go to school two minutes before second block, phew, and dash to fail my spanish final. But, after school...

I hang with Heather, Cherle, and Amber.

In which we travel to her house (where Jerry thought I was a boy, got a new phone which I put together, and Jerry tried on my glasses and made me laugh), Desert Ridge (where we danced), In and Out (where a middle-aged woman took a picture of a shirtless-spandex-clad man) and finally, her BackDoctor (because I can't spell it)

There, I laughed till I cried as Cherle made inuendos while on the chair. Then blamed her giggling on me! No fair, rawr.

Anyway, I have adopted a new voice which is "creepily brilliant" and I shall do for you peeps later.

So, I think I'll leave you w/ that now. =P

07:24 p.m. Thursday, December 8, 2005
Procrastinating my Julius Caesar project even though it's due tomorrow XP Hehe

Ah, I totally hate Christmas music. Set up the tree; this means the house is officially decked out in all its spledorous glory. Every inch of space inside & out of this house is lit up, strung up, decorated, tinseled, or generally looks 'Christmassy'. Sigh.

Hahaha, I just remember the time when I convinced Kim to 'fly' by giving her 'reindeer food' and telling her to jump off a stoolish thing. She fell face first; Mum said it sounded like an egg cracking.

Dad is calling Maggie 'yuppiecup' Haha, he really does have his moments.

Okay, no more stalling, I've got to get this done. But not after I quote Amber to you:

"I wish there was a lap button. Like...you could press it and then choose whoevers lap you want to sit on. Or...like a Bono lap button! You could sit on his lap and he could tell you stories of his chilhood in ireland or...war stoires or something!"

07:26 p.m. Wednesday, December 7, 2005
GAG. I have a cold. *whine* I suck at life.

Zomg- John is going on a road trip to visit lil ole MEH! Yay, heart. Now, Heather can meet him. :D Woot. (Oh yes, he is so excited about his present. Thank you Emily!)

Finals are coming. DOOM DOOM DOOM. Boy, am I doing to whine.

Kira finally saw Nipple Boy and Justin. Oh boy, that was a mess. That girl cannot do anything discreetly. I expect that from Heather, that's just obvious. I swear, I might have to beat her with a stick.

Yesterday Jake bought me a Marilyn Monroe t-shirt 'cause I guess I looked cute it in? Or whatever. So I stole his aviator glasses, which I've fallen in love w/ and he'll never get back. Not until he a) stops calling me cute, or b) gives me back my purple bra. I like that one a lot damnit.

Ummmmm, yes. I need a back massage. And a neck massage. Yeah, that would be nice.

07:26 p.m. Wednesday, December 7, 2005
GAG. I have a cold. *whine* I suck at life.

Zomg- John is going on a road trip to visit lil ole MEH! Yay, heart. Now, Heather can meet him. :D Woot. (Oh yes, he is so excited about his present. Thank you Emily!)

Finals are coming. DOOM DOOM DOOM. Boy, am I doing to whine.

Ummmmm, yes. I need a back massage. And a neck massage. Yeah, that would be nice.

06:01 p.m. Tuesday, December 6, 2005
New LJ Layout! Check it.

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In May I pulled 's hair (-5 points). Last Sunday I punched in the arm (-10 points). In June I helped across the street (6 points). In April I ruled Duluth, Minnesota as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In August I pushed in the mud (-17 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-726 points). For Christmas I deserve a moldy sandwich!

Sincerely,
Mischievous_bit

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THE SCHOOL REPORT:

*Spotted nipple boy on my way over to the Middle school. I followed him like a snake in the grass. You don't even get it.

*English project pushed back till Friday! *praises*

*Lost a bet w/ Jake & now I have to wear a headband everyday. Today is BLUE.

and

*Heather has recovered from food poisoning.

[P.S. Frosty is up!]

09:07 p.m. Monday, December 5, 2005
Jay was arrested Sunday night for being drunk in public & causing a scene. So he called me @ 2:30 AM to tell me 'Hey' and that he 'loved me'. Well, that's nice. Damn you boy, I swear to God if you weren't so god blessedly cute...*mutter*

Ooer, Medium is on! Yippee!

Burned Maggie's fucking cd for her boyfriend Ky. Stupid whore. ><'

Um, English project is due Thursday and I need to do A LOT of work on it. Heh, woopie.

White Elephant Party on the 17th of December? Er, why not?

I still have food written on my hand.

I think some guy in my Spanish class was flirting w/ me, but I'm not sure. I'm trying to be aware of my surroundings, but I suck at it. Majorly. Help anybody?

So yes, going to watch Medium now. 'Cause I love it.

That, and I'm sick of dealing with John's feel-bad-for-me-I'm-ugly-look-at-me-kill-myself-just-kidding-hah-love-you shit

01:12 p.m. Saturday, December 3, 2005
Woot. The highlight of my life right now is the fact I got some new Mechanical Pencils. Who's exicting? I'm exciting.

Rawr. This layout thing is driving me batty. I have all thse adorable picutures

[So far I've tried these]

but none of them are working with me. Gah, agony.

My foot as fallen asleep yet again.

Conan last night made me laugh my rump clear off. My new life goal is to be on his show.

07:25 p.m. Friday, December 2, 2005
Ho Ho Ho! Guess who's in the Christmas spirit? Not Kelly! She just rang up her approx. cost for presents, and she is not happy. Not at all. So damn. I've got to cut back; seriously, I'm way to social for my own good. I think I'll just put out. It'll make things oh so much easier. =P

I. Blame. Heather.

School. Saw Justin walking along the road and I RUB IT IN YER FACE FOO'! Hah, your parents hate you too. So you know what, hah!

I have FOOD written on my hand.

World History is my favorite class. I have a girl who gets me a pink lemonade drink, no cost; I have another girl to do my hair every day or so; and I have a girl who tells me how smart I am. <33 It's like being royal.

I'm gonna miss Taylor.

I made a layout, but I deleted it. Because I hated it.

09:32 p.m. Thursday, December 1, 2005
Rawr. John better get his perty lil rump over here and visit me for xmas. Maybe that'll make the holidays fun again. Because so far, this year isn't going much different than any other one so far. I'm still having mini crisis, I'm still stressed, I'm still bugged out by my family, and I'm still going back to old n' bad habits. Rawr. No-double rawr.

I want this Christmas to be really fun again, like when I was a lil chillin' (dictionary: child XD) and used to get all excited. I miss that.

Awe, lookit me, going all emo angst on you. My bad.

I have holes in my socks. This bums me out.

Heahter is going to throw a turtle at me, as opposed to the rocks as she did today as I was lounging (or sleeping, whatever) on a bench, while Emily and her conversed about turtles and ipods. Le freak.

07:20 p.m. Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I've spent so much time in teh back of someone's car just sitting and talking, I'm starting to forget what else there is to do. And it's not like I'm getting any either to ease the pain. Oh damn.

Speaking of shagging, Heather told me that if I ever:

*Drink

*Get high

*Have sex (I protested the last one, and she gave in)

That she'd kill me. And since I'm not planning on doing 2/3rds of that, I don't think I'll find it a problem.

'My harem of boyfriends', Emily's words not mine, are the most confusing creatures on earth. They simply can't make up their mind. And when they can't, they run off for a week or so. Hasta la vista, you freak.

Gag, I have 4 Spanish Speaking Blocks due on December 4th. Oh, this be the shit. AND I have an English project due next week.

And I have a headache that is near blinding me. John thinks it's a migrane b/c of the pain behind my eyes, but I pretend it isn't.

I just took a nap and I'm still hurting. :(

07:00 p.m. Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Uh, I have nothing to say...

Oh wait, one thing.

Nope, nevermind...it's gone.

08:11 p.m. Monday, November 28, 2005
-Teen zone begins-

Erm, I have got to get some new boytoys. Mine are driving me batty. Totally and completly batty. A list is in order, if only to clarify it in my mind; which is all that matters:

-Sleeps with my best friend.

-Tells me all about it.

-Tells me it was 'amazing'.

-Tells me it took 5 hours. Mmhmm, five.

-Asks me back.

-Asks me for a threesome.

-Dodges a maniac whore weilding a pan. Me.

-Teen zone ends-

Heather the Hoe missed school; I'm assuming she couldn't find a ride. Boy, you missed some day. Tori & Emily get male penpals and are shaggy. My lil frenz are gonna get foriengly laid. Squish. :D

Foriegn. Sex. Hah.

It's the shit. Speaking blocks are due in...four days. I have 4 more to do. Oh damn.

Help me. *whine*

02:52 p.m. Sunday, November 27, 2005
I think that Heather is the greatest icon maker evah!!!!!!!!

She made me (well tons, but recently) 5 of the spanky icons I've ever seen. And I loooooove her for it. :D

Just woke up from a nap.

Would hang w/ my peeps, but I have no ride.

Oh, pity.

07:29 p.m. Saturday, November 26, 2005
Hah, this weekend is so uber fun. You don't even know. =D

Emily took Heather and I to the Hidden in the Hills Art Festival today around noon. (Yes, I was up before noon. Woot! That is, after Heather called me to make sure I was up.) Anyway, I saw TONS of muy awesomo sculptures, paiting, drawings, and Emily drawings! :) It was fucking wicked cool.

Awe, John = silly. I told him I was feeling bummed a few days ago so he sent me this spontanious e-mail to cheer me up!

"HEY KELLY I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVELOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

! =P

Rawr. I've been working on this short story thing I call "All of a Sudden" (because that's the first line) and it's giving me a hard time. I'm trying to work on the flow of the buggary thing and it just won't work. And I hate it. GARANJA!

EDIT: I almost forgot, Heather jumped out of the car in order to save a plushie Pikachu. Uh huh. That speaks for itself, doesn't it?

And- Mom is out of the hospital. So whoo! She kept texting me all day b/c she was high on the percaset they gave her. It was friggin' hilarious! =P

ANd- Recording Heather on my phone is the best. You don't even know.

AND- I totally forgot what I was gonna say.

09:35 p.m. Thursday, November 24, 2005
Rawr.

Thanksgiving is something I'd rather not have to experience.

Maybe it's the excess of bland food; maybe it's the sight of my father upset over his dying Dad; maybe it's the sight of my Grandma avoiding talking about the overly obvious fact her husband is dying slowly (and painfully I might add); maybe it's even the fact my Aunts and Uncles trash talk each other- in each other's presence; or it might just be that I'm bored easily, I don't know. All I know is each holiday just keeps getting worse.

So, Happy ThanksFuckingGiving.

10:00 p.m. Wednesday, November 23, 2005
The Killers are like, freaking wicked.

Oh damnit, I hate it when this happens. I am picking up on his mannerisms and sayings now. This could only mean a bad omen.

School was okay.

I am really not having too much fun nowadays. I know what I need, but I'm not sure how I'm going to get it. It's not like I'm failing any classes. I'm doing well in school, I'm getting along *over all* with people, I haven't had any reason to get overtly angry. Maybe that's the problem. I just don't have any excitment or something. Not sure, but I'll figure it out later. I'm just going to be in a mood, then I'll get bored and move on. At least I'm predictable.

Mom and I talked about death on our way back home from Grandma Alyces'. (We were dropping Kim off for the weekend, hor).

And, you'll never believe what I got in the mail....{check mia livejournal}

08:42 p.m. Tuesday, November 22, 2005
HO! MY! GOD!

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS ARE COMING OUT WITH A NEW ALBUM IN MARCH 2006. I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE FROM THE EXCITMENT. AND THEY ARE GOING ON TOUR. IN 2006. OVERWHELMAZATION.

FREAKING YAH!

08:13 p.m. Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Okay, so I freaking love John. :3 He is great. Cheered me up like pimp cherrios. You don't even know. You just don't.

As you all know, or might not, I've been a bit bummed for the past week or so. Between the stomach flu, stress, and boys, I've been out of it. But- thanks to a *bit too hot* shower, full on lotioning with my expensive stuff, and a nail painting, I'm all girl-a-fied and feeling like a good shag. Woot.

Tori and I have come up with yet another brilliant saying, "Pimp my cherrios". Oh yeah, jealous yet? You are. You don't even know how jealous you are. We kept crying that out all during Chemistry. And asking this poor boy if he had Mentos in his pocket because I sensed them. And I was right. :0

So, in honor? of Miss Kitty's illness, I came up with this song. I hope it helps.

"I comfort you most sincerely. In my own way.

SHEEEE'S ELECTRIIIIC

SHEEE'S GOT A SISTER

AND ON THE PALM OF HER HAND IS BLISTAH.

becomes...

SHEEE'S WORRIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

SHEEE'S GOT A CAAAAAT

AND ON THE CAAAT

IS MEDICAL PROBLEMS

08:25 p.m. Monday, November 21, 2005
Okay, so I'm a mix of le emotion. Hah, that made me giggle.

I'm still pisssssed at being blown off. I mean it, I'm builind up le anger to let it all out. Like an avalanche. On a mountain.

"Can I be electric tooooo?" I keep playing this song over and over. And I might be dancing a little. And I might be singing. A lot. :)

But, I'm in a good mood all in all. I swear to god Nipple Boy is the cutest damn thing. I want one to put in a bottle and squish all day. That would be wicked. He had on these yellow fuzzy gloves....

Me: Your gloves are freakin' adorable!

Nipple Boy: Why thank you! *rubs them on cheeks*

Me: *dies a little inside*

Mr. Cullen is now being refered to as "Peaches" on top of, "Mr. talkacouplelanguages". These can be attributed to me, naturally. You see, Heather was telling me how she got 10 extra credit points by winking at Mr. Cullen. Rounds of laughter and somehow or another....

Heather: *randomly says* PEaches?

Me: Is that your new nickname for him now?

And thus, Peaches was born.

07:08 p.m. Sunday, November 20, 2005
Okay, so I'm starting to remember why I don't fucking date. Yeah, huh. Why I don't just remember this fucking piece of obvious information, I don't know.

But MOFO! kldjflakfj! You do NOT:

-flirt with me

-charm me

-only to ditch me because I won't get smashed with you as a date.

Because if you do, you'll get your ass kicked!! But, if you like it that way, then you're doing the goddamn mother fucking right thing.

SIGH

Okay, I'm done with that now.

Went xmas shopping for le family today. That sucked. I am really in a terrible mood right now. I need a shag.

12:51 p.m. Saturday, November 19, 2005
Last night at Taylor's party was peachy! The Harry Potter movie was pretty good, met most of my expectations, but we all know how high they are. MomTaylor was actually pretty cool. The strange. Um, we jousted for a while and chased each other around while I tried to beat Kira up. And since I could not succeed in that, because Emily held me back, I hugged her. Let's see her cope with that one! Hah, I'm dodgey.

Then Cherel came and picked Heather and I up. I felt bad b/c I think Heahter might have wanted to stay but I'm on a bAd period and the stomach flu thing isn't doing me any favors. So anyway, Justin called me while I was in the car which led to Cherel's 3rd degree. Hehee. It's a bit odd, Heather's Mom was the one asking questions while my Mom is trying to set me up. What's wrong with this picture?

Showered and spend a good couple of hours talking to a drunk Justin. By far my favorite.

I think I need to eat something.

Um, yeah.

07:02 p.m. Wednesday, November 16, 2005
My apologies for neglecting my #something priority. I just didn't have any time. LE sigh.

I've been vair busy with homework, projects, family mini-emergencies, sickness, and boys. I have like, a million tests on Friday. And I need to study for them all. Which is like, totally, like, for sure, like, impossible. (Sorry, caught myself using 'like' too many times).

Found out my Grandpa will be okay. Well, sort of. He's going to die soon. If only he would lose weight, drink water, and fucking take care of himself he could live longer. It's not too much to ask now is it? Fuck no. But whatever. I'm not going to get all worked up about it. While I'm on this subject anyway, mis amigos helped me out so much I'm telling you. They listened, then moved on. I got it off my chest and let it go away for a while.

Of course this is the time that an unnamable boy*cue the DUN DUN DUN DUUUNS* has decided to ask me out. And this naturally freaks me out. So I spend all this time fussing and worrying and stressing out till I make myself sick. (Although I'm pretty sure my Grandpa, etc has to do with it too).

Long story short, I end up throwing up a lil blood in 2nd? hour and had Mom pick me up right before lunch. Sorry I bailed on you homies, but I just need a break. I'm way up in the WAY HIGHS on my stress-o-meter. Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow.

10:01 p.m. Monday, November 14, 2005
Math is becoming more bizarre by the day. The TA in that class hit me on the head with a meter stick. That's all I'm going to say because that's all I understand.

Taylor's birthday on Friiiday. Anybody have a clue what's going on? 0.0'

Heather & Amber gave me a CRAP LOAD of FANTALICIOUS cd's this afternoon. I heart them. The cd's too. ^_-

-Beck's "Mellow Good" & "Odelay"

-Collective Soul's "Dosage"

-Depeche Mode's "Playing the Angel"

-Oasis's... somethingIforget

-Tears For Fear's "Everybody Loves a Happy Ending"

-The Goo Goo Doll's "A Boy Named Goo"

-Toad the Wet Sprocket's "In Light Syrup"

& Kira gave me

-The Killer's "Limited Edition"

So that's pretty awesome. Woohoo.

Had a 2ish hour conversation with Heather this afternoon which cheered me up considerably. Whee. I <3 my friends; they are so nifty.

Um, yeah, my life is that exciting.

02:32 p.m. Sunday, November 13, 2005
Stayed up talking to Mom till 1 in the morning. It was very nice. I've missed being able to talk to her. I miss Dad a lil too.

Set up an yahoo account because I have nothing better to do with my lief. Honestly.

Washed my hair twice in 6 hours. It needs a-taming. I think I'll cut it.

My legs are smooth. That's nice.

House smells like vomit and Lysol because Maggie is sick, little whore, and I have a can of Lysol, hah. It's war.

Tried to clean my keyboard. I even used a) damp washcloth, b) swiffer, c) vacum. But what I really need is one of those air duster things, but I can't find it. Damn dibbity damn.

Haven't hung out with anybody this weekend. Which is bizarre.

07:24 p.m. Saturday, November 12, 2005
Argh! I had to go to Walmart to get my photos done this morning. Homygod, I look horrible. I hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehateHATE them. I look-sigh-blah. I was grumbling the whole time and simply unhappy. I have photos of myself! Why can't she use those? X-x'

Then to Max's game, where I spent the time taking a pleasant nap. Okay, that was nice. I just turned on my cd player and drifted into a soothing nap. 'Niiiice' is the best way to desrcibe it.

Onto Desert Ridge where I spent hours looking for jeans. Only to find one pair that fits-AND isn't 'distressed' in a obvious way. Mom is giving me $20 dollahs to give to Heather on Monday. From now on, she buys my clothes. ^_^;

So I call Heather on my way home because I needed to know a sandwich place. I know, Heather already laughed at me. Anyway, some old mofo nearly wrecked us, and I'm pretty sure Heather heard my Mom yell "Why don't you die already you fucking old man!" amoung other obsenities. Oops.

Took my Mom's ring. I guess Dad gave it to her or something. I like to think that she found it on a deserted island. I also like to pretend I am a test tube baby. I can dream.

I am loving Heather's webcam. It's great. I can so look forward to seeing my mailbox full of photos of her feet [might post later] a paper on her desk, and her new shirt. This is so exciting.

I think I'm going to call Amber tonight.

03:49 p.m. Thursday, November 10, 2005
Survived my first taxi ride ever today. Despite everyone's dire warnings. Once word got out that I was taking a cab, I had like 10 offers. From Heather, to Emily, to Tori, to Amy, the the TA boy in my math class, to somebody in chemistry. Seriously, I'm a big girl now and can survive on me lonesome. Heh, although it is sweet how everyone got all worried. Freaks ^_^;

I'm incredibly glad Emily isn't mad at me. We started talking this morning, but I still want to finish our conversation.

Back to the cab, I looooooved it! I loved the smell, the tinted windows, the driver, the way I said "carry on" when she was ready to turn the wrong way, the feel of the seats, le sigh. I <3 taxi cabs.

Anyway, I think I messed up on my English Vocabulary make-up test. Eek. And I know I failed my Math test. I just don't get Geometry.

I also heart toasted onion bagels.

09:40 p.m. Wednesday, November 9, 2005
WHO WANTS:

Turtle!

Name: Spike

Age: unknown; approx. middle years?

Weight: Approx. 13 pounds

Personality: Friendly, funny, hungry, in need of home!

Any other information contance KELLY @ 480/488/4522

06:19 p.m. Wednesday, November 9, 2005
Yucky. Today was yucky. Emily is pissed at me and I don't know why. I just do. My shoulders hurt like hell from that buggary shotgun. I have a headache. I woke up late today, and ended up looking ridiculous. As in, I wore my broken headphones as a headpeice. Oh yeah, that's how good I looked. Le sigh.

Made-up my Spanish test today. Record time: 15 minutes. Woot. Tomorrow, I make up my English Vocabulary test.

Forgot to give Kira her cd's again. Damnit. Speaking of that, lent Heather the "Better than Ezra, Collective Soul, Foo Fighters, Goo Goo Dolls" and some other stuff. Hope she likes 'em. ^_^;

Time to work on speaking blocks. fuck.

P.S. If I forget to tell you Heather, I won't be hitching with you. I'm taking a cab home; parent's are unavailable for a ride.

08:46 p.m. Tuesday, November 8, 2005
God, I hate this 4-H Shotgun class. I fucking suck. Seriously, I suck.

Haaaate myseeeelf.

Okay, not relly "hate- hate" myself, because, let's face it, hah. BUT- I am frustrated and my shoulders are killing me. I think-think- I'm going to quit. [I want to, but I'm not allowed. Which sucks.]

Damn.

I did look silly in my hat though?

05:26 p.m. Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Speaking blocks suck. I'm making a sad face that looks like this: >=( Yep.

Mum taught the Health class today; only 2 pukers. Too bad, I know how she loves them!

But all was well today. Had a meeting with the school counselor to discuss my 'options'. Eh, she said I should be fine and have no worries, but I disagree. I don't test well; it's not an excuse, it's an fact. But, we'll see how it goes with the PLAN. If I do well, then it should inspire more le confidance. But if I don't, you'll hear about it.

Heather is the sweetest thing. <33

Taylor and Paul drew me a picture of "A Day in the Ward's". It's actually kinda funny. Remind me to show you peeps.

Saved "Que Honda Guerro" to my phone. Remind me to play it for you peeps too.

Back to speaking blocks!!! YEAH!

07:04 p.m. Monday, November 7, 2005
*snigger* Hope you all enjoyed meh's plethora of pictures. I know you all wished you looked like me. ^_- [By the way, for those of you who don't know, I'm the one in fake glasses, and Heather is in the jewelry]

So, nice to be back with my "homies". Kira was high on sleeping pills and Codiene which pissed me off. So I pushed her down a couple *lot* a times and half ignored her. >>'

There is nothing better than somebody telling you that you're funny. Seriously, it's the sweetest damn thing. Ever. *hint. no kidding* The spontanious compliment is 'da best.

Not sure why I said that; I just felt like sharing how fuzzy I feel.

09:29 p.m. Sunday, November 6, 2005
DUDE- check out my LJ for pictures!

07:56 p.m. Sunday, November 6, 2005
As Mom, Maggie, and I were driving in the car, I mentioned to Mom how funny it would be to run into Heather. 15 minutes later, she's sitting next to me in the car as Mom tells horrible things about me. Woa. Most spontaneous thing we've ever done!

Go to Target so I can get some jeans. I come back with a shirt, boxers, and shoes for Heather. I have decided I'm giving Heather $20 bucks to buy me jeans off E-bay. <3

Head over to my house where she tries on all my jewelry, a dress, my hat, my sunglasses, my glasses, and assorted other things. We laugh, we dance, we take pictures, we take videos. Overall, we rock on lookin' hot.

Eat some leftover chinese and she and I discover that Scott is a Mr. Harvey for The Lovely Bones. Seriously, Emily, we have got to explain this to you.

She left, I weeped, so I got online and talked to her! ^_^; 'Night!

07:58 p.m. Saturday, November 5, 2005
Omg- I saw the Aviator. Oh man, I fell in love with DiCaprio's character and when he went crazy, I cried. I keep getting involved in these movies. Gosh, damn estrogen.

Uerm, I think that's it. Heather and I shall hang out tomorrow. Now it is written, it shall be done. Wasn't that in like, the Bible or something? Nevermind, I've lost interest.

07:23 p.m. Friday, November 4, 2005
So, skipped school to go the the Mayo School of Medicine's seminar on the Allied Health Profession. Now, who's good? I'm good.

Squeezed, and I mean squeezed my ass (which, by the way, is fucking huge) into my Ellen pants, which are totally cute. Donned my fancy red shirt, snagged my grey jacket the the drab factor and rushed out into the MORNING??!

I spent the day talking to this girl, who was adorable, and avoiding this funny guy who liked to talk to me.

Not to mention, ER nurses love me. I mean, hugs and slip-me-a-needle love me. They also love my Mom.

Took a test on Cardiology for fun. Passed. Fucking hell yah! So I cheated but whatever, 100% for meh!

Breezed through CPR training, for the oh, 4th time. Gawd, passed yet again with another 100%!!!! Hellah yeah fools.

Lookin' rather nifty today. If I wasn't so FAT, I'd wear these pants again. ^^;

Seriously going to have to make up a shitload of work this week. Yippee.

10:25 p.m. Thursday, November 3, 2005
Gosh, I'm finding all of these BRILLIAINT Snape icons. They just make me laugh and laugh. And laugh. And laugh. [Well, you get the point.]

Um, really distracted today. I don't know why, I just was. Couldn't keep focused. Not that normally I'm uber focused, but whatever. It was muy dificult.

You know Scott, right? And if you don't, not that important. Well, he is creeping me out. I don't know what it is about him, but he is. Just, everytime I catch his eye (which isn't often, thankfully) I get this bad creepy feeling. You know whenever you look at somebody and for no reason at all,they just give off this aura that you better stay the hell away from them? Well, thats what I'm getting. This nauseous feeling. I am suspicious; I am turning into my father.

Uh, I think thats it. Going to a seminar tomorrow. Ples, let me know what I missed. kthanks. ^__~

06:31 p.m. Wednesday, November 2, 2005
Gosh, my parents are teasing me because some guy hit on me. *fume* Its mortifying.

Not much is happening at school. Its all very subdued. Except Emily is on this rant again over Aimee...why can't we just pretend that whatever we don't like, isn't there? I do.

Julius Cesear is an surprisingly funny play. I don't understand how more people don't like it.

Little dialog for you from my English class:

Kid: "what does Brutus mean?"

Me: "OMG kid, its the character's name! *exhasperated noise*"

Mr. LaVigne: "Kelly, don't get mad. Step outside if you aren't gonna be okay..."

Me: *grumble*

Heehee

I think I'm gonna make Amber a new layout. 'Cause truthfully, my life is vair bore. And I live on le internet. Okay, not really, but whatever.

05:26 p.m. Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Fuck, my entry just got deleted. I have to re-type this mofo.

I want to wish Mr. Anthony a happy birthday. 'Cause I love you. Or something. kdfjldf

Okay, I know I'm on a posting picture fetish right now, but you know what? I just learned. I will get over it. Its like the layout thing. I do believe I went through 1 million before I decided on one. Heh.

So, school was cool. Speaking blocks were assigned to us for spanish. Major gag.

w00t! Heather passed her Algebra! We're so proud! <3333

Aw, Amber is the sweet- she thinks I'm so smart. ^^; *love*

Jay broke some shithead's nose last night. But you know what? He deserved it; he took Ricky's candy. I reward him. Mwah. 'Sides, he looked so damn gorgey with blood on his hands with that little wrinkle on his forehead, awe. ^_- Yes, I know thats weird, but you know what? I don't care. Heh.

Everybody party on.

10:16 p.m. Monday, October 31, 2005
OMG yay! Halloween was awesome; even without Emily, who we missed dearly. >_>''

Anyway, turns out my hips and legs have grown more than I anticipated in the last 2 years. Go figure. So I couldn't be a lawyer. Instead, I had 8 minutes exactly to pick out something and run like a madman. So, meh's black pants, frilly black shirt, torquiose pearls, faunky jacket, cat ears, and a new strand of pearls with black lace on them. I show you tomorrow. Uber cool.

Heather looked h.o.t. *wink wink* [damn its weird saying that.] in her lacey get up. Vair cool. I believe her words were, "does anyone have a camera 'cause I look hot!"

Tori looked amazing! She had on this killer red renasance gig, which we, Heather and I, absolutly adored.

Aimee and Mary look quite cute.

Got some new charms on my link-a-charm bracelet. So that made me UBER excited.

Happy Halloween everybody! Hope you had fun!

Its not halloween without Sting. ^-~

10:16 p.m. Monday, October 31, 2005
OMG yay! Halloween was awesome; even without Emily, who we missed dearly. >_>''

Heather looked h.o.t. *wink wink* [damn its weird saying that.] in her lacey get up. Vair cool. I believe her words were, "does anyone have a camera 'cause I look hot!"

Tori looked amazing! She had on this killer red renasance gig, which we, Heather and I, absolutly adored.

Aimee and Mary look quite cute.

Got some new charms on my link-a-charm bracelet. So that made me UBER excited.

Happy Halloween everybody! Hope you had fun!

Its not halloween without Sting. ^-~

10:57 p.m. Saturday, October 29, 2005
This is the 4th? day in a row I've smelled like some form of smoke. what the hell? skdfjdf

10:30 p.m. Saturday, October 29, 2005
Beck was fantalicious! It was so much fun. I shall tell you the tale...

On a clear Friday day, three kick ass girls went to school. They had short classes, pep assemblies, and the first ever full sighting of Nipple Boy! As you could imagine, much shouting, pointing, running, and giggling was involved. Leaving one girl to answer possible questions on Monday. She thanks them.

And at last, the concert! Hopping in the Cherle’s car, they sped off to the home of Heathah.

There, they hung out and took a joy ride on Heather’s uber fab go-cart.

They sped around making u-turns, donuts, and dangerous turns. It was beautiful. It left Emily wondering what driving a car would be like? (Actually, Heather and I are quite safe in cars. So there.)

And to the concert!

The four, now including Amber the Great, sped off to the State Fair. Only to find that A) traffic sucks, and B) no tickets.

But alas, our heros prevail! They buy their way in and get rather awesome! Seats in le concert.

The opening band, The Islands, stole Kelly’s heart. <333 Heather and Emily however, contented with just clapping. (Whilst Kelly screamed and shook it like a Polaroid.)

Beck enters the stage and the crowd erupts! He begins his performance with “loser” adorning a pimp hat and the beginnings of a beard.

Continuing with songs they knew and some they didn’t, the 4 were among the first to buy a sweet! T-shirt. (Which Kelly vowed never to remove. But did.)

Rocking and jamming; clapping and screaming, and of course dancing, were a non-stop procession for the trio. (Amber was more content to be...composed ^^;)

But, everything brilliant has to end. So they party made their way to the California Pizza Kitchen where a cheerful waiter worked. And got a $5 dollar tip from Kelly. Go her.

Taking some pizza home, only to be eaten later that evening, Kelly distracted Heather with songs about whore’s and stockings.

And so the evening ended.

TODAY: Woke up at 2(PM of course) this afternoon and have been on my feet ever since.

-Cleaned house like a madman.

-Watched Mom cry.

-Bitched out siblings.

-Made Maggie 4 costumes.

-Finished *almost* all my homework.

-Entertained 11+ 10 year old boys at a halloween party, jacked up on candy.

-Felt homicidal.

-Got a funny call from Heathah.

And here I am.

09:23 p.m. Thursday, October 27, 2005
So, I got to spend a good couple of hours calming Jay down. Panic attack. Lordy-joy-joy.

Know whats strange? I've been fighthing with my Mom every night this past week. I mean, the whole day we'll be fine, but when we reach this certain point in the evening, we bitch out. One of us will say something offhand, and the other will flip out. Then we start to scream. They really scream. Then, its a full out war. Swearing isa plenlyful; I like to think we could make sailors blush. We get 'dis ___ a many close to slapping each other. Its creeping me out.

Moving on, Beck! Yay! Thats a cheery thought, squee.

Um, school didn't pose any problems. Spent the whole class talking to some dude, who I don't know, oh wait, yes I do, he is the friend of the dude that asked me to homecoming, duh. Anyway, the dude and I conversed about guns the whole class. Seriously. Scott just sat there and made offhand remarks and laughed at our war stories. O...k...A...Y...

BEEEEEECK!

04:41 p.m. Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Yes, I'm writing a paper on my nickname, bones, for English class. Oh, the excitment.

Well, I am afraid, and for good reason, that I completly failed the PLAN test. Goddamnit, I suck at these tests. Mofo.

But, good news, BECK is on Friday! Which is gonna be such a blast; I cannot wait. Squee. Who's with me? *expecting cheering in background* ^___~

Yes, I don't feel well. My stomach hurts like a mother. I think I have a bad period. I am extra bitchy too. Heather, are you sharing my pain? Can I blame all this hurting body shit on our menstraul cycle? (Why did I say our?) Whatever. fkdjaflkdsj ><''

I think, I wanna, sleep.

At least my legs are nice and smooth?

09:43 p.m. Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Gawd, I smell like gunpowder again.

03:35 p.m. Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I'm uber excited about my new PITAS Heather gave me. Squee-ish. [www.manalovely.pitas.com] Check it.

But on the whole, fucky day. Woke up to find out I am going to have a SUPER BAD period. Which means I have uber bad cramps, headaches, and my pissyness scales triples. Whoopie.

Plus, the DMV made me go throught this whole thing to get my permit, which I still didn't get. I don't know why they are giving me such a hard time. They pissed me off so bad I started swearing (so loud the other cars heard me) and crying. I was not in a good mood today.

Then my coffee at Starbucks made my cramps worse, and I got nasty stomach pains.

I did get a shirt, a few braclets, and some *clearance* x-mas presents. So that was cool.

Heather did cheer me up a little. She did yesterday too.

09:57 p.m. Monday, October 24, 2005
OMG! Yay!! Isn't it fabby? I'm so happy. Whee.

MMmm..bagels are so good right now. I'm ever so dead.

I just really wanted to post this magical new layout day. *squee*

06:43 p.m. Monday, October 24, 2005
Hey there, it's Heather again. Changed your layout to the one you wanted so HUZZAH! Archived, as you can see. Have fun.

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