Hey Ya'll
(side note, why is it "ya'll" when it is originally "you all" shouldn't we all say "yo'll"?)
anyway, today I hung with my friend. I havn't seen him in.....like 5 months.
but really I met him that long ago, but that really doesn't matter.
it was a really fun day.
now i am tired.
and it is almost Christmas.
(which is scary)
I wanted to go to Walmart- (*gasp* just wait, you will see why in a moment) -to make fun of the typical shoppers. (no offense to the WalMarters out there...I just dislike the store)
but I didn't have a chance to.
goodnight.
Thursday
Friday
People.
To be honest, people bother me. Just overall.
No. I am not being judgmental.
I am honest.
People don't have the ability to be kind anymore.
I have much more to say, but I am going caroling.
Maybe I will make someone smile.
That'd be super.
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2-1
Imogen Heap
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First the earth was flat
But it fattened up when we didn't fall off
Now we spin laps round the sun
All the gods lost 2-1
And holes to heaven pointed out to us from light years away
We're surrounded by a billion galaxies
Things are not always
Things are not always how they seem
Will you be ready?
Will you be ready?
The interim of life
Has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes
On the top dog of dreams
You're not alone in this
The polyfilla way looks strong in the weakness
Of the gaps
Things are not always
Things are not always how they seem
They don't turn out always
Don't quite turn out always how we think
Will we be ready?
Will we be ready?
I'm dying to know, what's in your head
I'm dying to know, how it all got in there
I'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all
I'm dying to know
Tell me is it my fault?
And I care about you, darling
And I care about you
Course I care about you
More than anyone else
Things are not always
Things are not always how they seem
They don't turn out always
Don't quite turn out always how we think
Will we be ready?
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to answer.
no.
we wont be ready.
hugs and kisses!
No. I am not being judgmental.
I am honest.
People don't have the ability to be kind anymore.
I have much more to say, but I am going caroling.
Maybe I will make someone smile.
That'd be super.
---------------
2-1
Imogen Heap
---------------
First the earth was flat
But it fattened up when we didn't fall off
Now we spin laps round the sun
All the gods lost 2-1
And holes to heaven pointed out to us from light years away
We're surrounded by a billion galaxies
Things are not always
Things are not always how they seem
Will you be ready?
Will you be ready?
The interim of life
Has got you tiptoed and pinning all your hopes
On the top dog of dreams
You're not alone in this
The polyfilla way looks strong in the weakness
Of the gaps
Things are not always
Things are not always how they seem
They don't turn out always
Don't quite turn out always how we think
Will we be ready?
Will we be ready?
I'm dying to know, what's in your head
I'm dying to know, how it all got in there
I'm dying to know, to help make some sense of it all
I'm dying to know
Tell me is it my fault?
And I care about you, darling
And I care about you
Course I care about you
More than anyone else
Things are not always
Things are not always how they seem
They don't turn out always
Don't quite turn out always how we think
Will we be ready?
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to answer.
no.
we wont be ready.
hugs and kisses!
Wednesday
Blog Blog Blog!
Hey now!
Lately the only thing that has been in my head lately.
And it has been "Blog Blog Blog!"
Now this could be a good thing or a bad one... Who really knows?
It is humpday (Wednesday for all you non-creative people out there [; ) and even more so it is the humpday before winter break. Oh how I wish you would come sooner. These next 3 days will be filled to the brim with tests, quizzes, and mind-boggling information. Basically this week is "Lucid Dreams" from Franz Ferdinand to quote...
"There is no nation of you, there is no nation of me
Our only nation lives in lucid dreams
Lucid dreams, I'm livin? in lucid dreams
I'm livin? on shortwave streams tonight
I'm gonna give my aimless love
My angry heart, my desire
I woke with wings from lucid dreams
I knew the reason I felt hollow
Was it I may never know
If there is some great truth or not"
..or maybe not. This song is stellar though...makes me want to sleep. But then it goes into this tecno thing and makes me want to change the song..
Anywho, this week is hard on the highschool soul.
I really can't wait.
Can't you see?
I am in creative writing. (one of the few classes I actually enjoy)
Oh wait. Nooooo.
I have to be at work at 5:45 am on Monday.
First day of break.
Oh well.
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Here is a short story. I like it. Tell me if you do to. I want to try and get it published. Maybe. Depends on you guys.
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Something Million
By: Me
“Stupid door,” he mumbled as he fumbled with the lock on the door of his apartment. After some time, he finally got into his home, or at least he liked to think of this shack as his home. He’d never really had one of his own. After being thrown from foster home to foster home, he was still on the street, at twenty, and without a high school diploma. He looked around his one-bedroom apartment. The wallpaper around the room resembled his life--dirty, cheap and falling apart. He sighed as he lowered to the floor the backpack that he had carried with him since dropping out of school. Long time ago he thought as he looked at the thread-bare backpack. He kicked it. He sighed once again as he walked over to the blinking light on the answering machine. He clicked the play button.
“Hey, this is Mike from the credit-” He skipped it.
“Dannnnyy DANNY BOY! Do you know how much yyyouu mweaan to me brroo? Liikee you do. I wwwoove you! Ahnd ahhnddd-” he skipped it again. He preferred not to listen to his best friend John declare his love towards him in a drunken slur.
“Hey Dan, it’s Cin again… I just wanted you to know I left your clothes and other items you left at my house in a box.. I burned it. Thought I’d let you know. Bye, asshole.” HE slowly slid down the wall against which he was leaning. His stupid ex-girlfriend. He shook his head. She was a slut and didn’t deserve him. Or at least that’s what everyone kept telling him. He imagined her red hair, sharp and as terrifying as fire. He pictured her fair skin against his as they would fool around outside the bar where they’d met. He remembered the smell of her skin as she would walk by, and the way she would sway her…He could not think about her. Not now.
“Hello Daniel.” A deep voice came onto the answering machine. “My name is Jonathan Snyder, and I am here to give you some amazing news. You entered a contest a while back… I believe it was in December, but anyways, you’ve won! Your check will be coming in the mail. I just need you to give me a call at this number so I can confirm your address. Good luck to you. Have a great day.” Dan was standing up by now, shocked. He remembered entering a contest, but somehow forgot what the prize was. A check for twenty-five dollars maybe? If it was a check, he might be able to pay his rent on time for once. He dialed the number that he’d gotten from the caller ID.
“Hello,” an older lady answered. “You have reached Jonathan Snyder’s office; how may I help you?”
Dan smiled for the first time that day.
“Hello, my name is Daniel Jones and-”
She interrupted him, “Oh, Daniel. I will direct you to Mr. Snyder’s office immediately.” And the line went to a slow music, most likely the hold tone.
“Hello, this is Jonathan Snyder. I am speaking to Daniel Jones, am I correct?”
“Yes sir,” he replied proudly.
“Okay great. Let’s get this going so I can mail you your grand prize.”
“Okay, well let’s get started.” He could not believe he’d actually won. Dan would enter any free contest he could, but he had never won anything before. Even as a child, he would play bingo at one of his foster homes with the lovely woman who cared for him. He always thought she cheated because she would win every game. She would always say, “Good job Danny, but maybe next time.” She would wink and hand him a warm, fresh, chocolate chip cookie. He smiled at one of his few fond memories from his childhood.
After talking to Jonathan on the phone, Dan decided that he would go for a jog. He realized he hadn’t gone out on his usual route the past few days. So he went to his dresser and got changed into his jogging pants and his cheap, worn out running shoes. Grabbing his keys, he was out the door of his old apartment, unaware of what the future held. He jogged around the city. His city. The one he had been a part of ever since he could remember. He jogged past the laundry mat and even the bar where he would spend most of his nights before meeting Cindy.
After about two hours he was back in his apartment drinking some cold coffee and watching the news. Bombs were going off in Iraq and Afghanistan, and two children playing at the park after hours had been murdered; it was too much for him to handle. He turned off the television and watched the world from his window, listening to the city around him. He didn’t understand why the world had to be so cruel. He knew that there were bad people, like his birth mother. She had abandoned him at the young age of four after his father had overdosed on heroin. He had grown up downtown. But somehow, he knew what the world had to give. He watched the city change at night. The police sirens and dogs barking, were a beautiful soundtrack of the city. The night air engulfed his nose, surrounding and comforting him and everyone else around him. He felt the coolness touch his skin as the sun set. But there were smells he could not handle. The smell of stale alcohol and urine filled his nose; he had to close the window.
The next day, he went for another jog. Passing his old bar, he noticed that the pit-bull that the owner of the bar had was staring at him. Based on past experience, he avoided it, except Kruger (the dog) had other plans and started to follow him. Daniel, not wanting to look like a lunatic, ignored the dog, and he didn’t notice when the dog got close. The dog pounced on him and started to lick him to death. Not only that, but girls seemed to smile at him on the way back, people who never noticed him finally did. The world seemed brighter. If only he truly knew how much.
A few days later, he opened the mailbox located in the entry of his building. Filtering through the mail in his hands he saw bills, bills and… he suddenly stopped. He stared at the big manila envelope in his hand. “Jonathan Snyder and Co.” He mumbled to himself. He opened it calmly, as if it were nothing. He thought, Maybe I will be lucky and win a few hundred dollars. He laughed to himself and then looked at the check. He gaped and toppled to the ground. In his hand was a check for 8.4 million dollars.
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Kind of a cool story. Please don't steal it. I love it. And then I will be sad and send the devil on you. He is in the palm of my hand. So don't mess with me.
Seriously.
Bye Now.
Peace.
(But really, please don't steal my stuff. It is immoral. If you want to show someone, give them my link. )
Lately the only thing that has been in my head lately.
And it has been "Blog Blog Blog!"
Now this could be a good thing or a bad one... Who really knows?
It is humpday (Wednesday for all you non-creative people out there [; ) and even more so it is the humpday before winter break. Oh how I wish you would come sooner. These next 3 days will be filled to the brim with tests, quizzes, and mind-boggling information. Basically this week is "Lucid Dreams" from Franz Ferdinand to quote...
"There is no nation of you, there is no nation of me
Our only nation lives in lucid dreams
Lucid dreams, I'm livin? in lucid dreams
I'm livin? on shortwave streams tonight
I'm gonna give my aimless love
My angry heart, my desire
I woke with wings from lucid dreams
I knew the reason I felt hollow
Was it I may never know
If there is some great truth or not"
..or maybe not. This song is stellar though...makes me want to sleep. But then it goes into this tecno thing and makes me want to change the song..
Anywho, this week is hard on the highschool soul.
I really can't wait.
Can't you see?
I am in creative writing. (one of the few classes I actually enjoy)
Oh wait. Nooooo.
I have to be at work at 5:45 am on Monday.
First day of break.
Oh well.
-------------------
Here is a short story. I like it. Tell me if you do to. I want to try and get it published. Maybe. Depends on you guys.
-------------------
Something Million
By: Me
“Stupid door,” he mumbled as he fumbled with the lock on the door of his apartment. After some time, he finally got into his home, or at least he liked to think of this shack as his home. He’d never really had one of his own. After being thrown from foster home to foster home, he was still on the street, at twenty, and without a high school diploma. He looked around his one-bedroom apartment. The wallpaper around the room resembled his life--dirty, cheap and falling apart. He sighed as he lowered to the floor the backpack that he had carried with him since dropping out of school. Long time ago he thought as he looked at the thread-bare backpack. He kicked it. He sighed once again as he walked over to the blinking light on the answering machine. He clicked the play button.
“Hey, this is Mike from the credit-” He skipped it.
“Dannnnyy DANNY BOY! Do you know how much yyyouu mweaan to me brroo? Liikee you do. I wwwoove you! Ahnd ahhnddd-” he skipped it again. He preferred not to listen to his best friend John declare his love towards him in a drunken slur.
“Hey Dan, it’s Cin again… I just wanted you to know I left your clothes and other items you left at my house in a box.. I burned it. Thought I’d let you know. Bye, asshole.” HE slowly slid down the wall against which he was leaning. His stupid ex-girlfriend. He shook his head. She was a slut and didn’t deserve him. Or at least that’s what everyone kept telling him. He imagined her red hair, sharp and as terrifying as fire. He pictured her fair skin against his as they would fool around outside the bar where they’d met. He remembered the smell of her skin as she would walk by, and the way she would sway her…He could not think about her. Not now.
“Hello Daniel.” A deep voice came onto the answering machine. “My name is Jonathan Snyder, and I am here to give you some amazing news. You entered a contest a while back… I believe it was in December, but anyways, you’ve won! Your check will be coming in the mail. I just need you to give me a call at this number so I can confirm your address. Good luck to you. Have a great day.” Dan was standing up by now, shocked. He remembered entering a contest, but somehow forgot what the prize was. A check for twenty-five dollars maybe? If it was a check, he might be able to pay his rent on time for once. He dialed the number that he’d gotten from the caller ID.
“Hello,” an older lady answered. “You have reached Jonathan Snyder’s office; how may I help you?”
Dan smiled for the first time that day.
“Hello, my name is Daniel Jones and-”
She interrupted him, “Oh, Daniel. I will direct you to Mr. Snyder’s office immediately.” And the line went to a slow music, most likely the hold tone.
“Hello, this is Jonathan Snyder. I am speaking to Daniel Jones, am I correct?”
“Yes sir,” he replied proudly.
“Okay great. Let’s get this going so I can mail you your grand prize.”
“Okay, well let’s get started.” He could not believe he’d actually won. Dan would enter any free contest he could, but he had never won anything before. Even as a child, he would play bingo at one of his foster homes with the lovely woman who cared for him. He always thought she cheated because she would win every game. She would always say, “Good job Danny, but maybe next time.” She would wink and hand him a warm, fresh, chocolate chip cookie. He smiled at one of his few fond memories from his childhood.
After talking to Jonathan on the phone, Dan decided that he would go for a jog. He realized he hadn’t gone out on his usual route the past few days. So he went to his dresser and got changed into his jogging pants and his cheap, worn out running shoes. Grabbing his keys, he was out the door of his old apartment, unaware of what the future held. He jogged around the city. His city. The one he had been a part of ever since he could remember. He jogged past the laundry mat and even the bar where he would spend most of his nights before meeting Cindy.
After about two hours he was back in his apartment drinking some cold coffee and watching the news. Bombs were going off in Iraq and Afghanistan, and two children playing at the park after hours had been murdered; it was too much for him to handle. He turned off the television and watched the world from his window, listening to the city around him. He didn’t understand why the world had to be so cruel. He knew that there were bad people, like his birth mother. She had abandoned him at the young age of four after his father had overdosed on heroin. He had grown up downtown. But somehow, he knew what the world had to give. He watched the city change at night. The police sirens and dogs barking, were a beautiful soundtrack of the city. The night air engulfed his nose, surrounding and comforting him and everyone else around him. He felt the coolness touch his skin as the sun set. But there were smells he could not handle. The smell of stale alcohol and urine filled his nose; he had to close the window.
The next day, he went for another jog. Passing his old bar, he noticed that the pit-bull that the owner of the bar had was staring at him. Based on past experience, he avoided it, except Kruger (the dog) had other plans and started to follow him. Daniel, not wanting to look like a lunatic, ignored the dog, and he didn’t notice when the dog got close. The dog pounced on him and started to lick him to death. Not only that, but girls seemed to smile at him on the way back, people who never noticed him finally did. The world seemed brighter. If only he truly knew how much.
A few days later, he opened the mailbox located in the entry of his building. Filtering through the mail in his hands he saw bills, bills and… he suddenly stopped. He stared at the big manila envelope in his hand. “Jonathan Snyder and Co.” He mumbled to himself. He opened it calmly, as if it were nothing. He thought, Maybe I will be lucky and win a few hundred dollars. He laughed to himself and then looked at the check. He gaped and toppled to the ground. In his hand was a check for 8.4 million dollars.
--------------
Kind of a cool story. Please don't steal it. I love it. And then I will be sad and send the devil on you. He is in the palm of my hand. So don't mess with me.
Seriously.
Bye Now.
Peace.
(But really, please don't steal my stuff. It is immoral. If you want to show someone, give them my link. )
Tuesday
Winter Week! with a side of moral lessons.
So this week is winter week at my high school.
Yes, the time to show school pride and dress like lunatics. Monday was Winter PJ's Day (also known as lazy day) and I wore these pajamas that have flamingos and trailer parks all over them.
Yes.
Oh and there was also some snow on them..not that that really matters. And today is Ugly Sweater Day. My oh My, the sweater is genius. My grandmother made it long ago, well she made two, one for her and a matching one for my grandfather. But me being well...me I decided that it needed some more...spunk.
So what did I do you ask? Light. Christmas flashing lights. Amazing.
But like I said before, this week is to show school pride and spirit. For some that is. For me? well who wouldn't want to dress like a freak and have an excuse for it? "Why are you a freak?" someone could ask, and my response? "Why arn't you one?"
Life is good when you can laugh at yourself. Truly it is. And this week, these weeks you can be insane and have a reason, are good for the soul. "Gotta let loose girl" and "Why be a hater? Life is to short for all that negative energy" are two phrases I tell people a lot. And I truly believe it is true.
Now I shall tell you a bit about my weekend. It was rather...entertaining as well.. so, here we gooooooo!
( flashback ) (<- Well not really..it is more of a story, not line by line..that would take much to long) EXT:Literally in a box with a friend who's name we will call...Larry? So me and Larry were playing sardines (like reverse hide-and-seek) and we were looking for the hiders...then we find this box. Me being me decides I want to see if I can fit in it. And I can. So I ask Larry to join me because I believe he will fit, (I must have been physic or something...) and he did! so we closed the lid and sat..and waited...we have a very good conversation. It was about why the box felt so safe, and the reasons behind it. We agreed that because we knew everything that was in the box (me and Larry) and we trusted each other and the fact the darkness felt safe because light can be scary. Why? Because then you can see the evil. May I remind you that this was well past bed time and we were going insane. We talk for a while then someone comes around still looking for who was hiding. I stared "ohh"ing and he freaked out. It was fun. A memory I will always have. So...it is that time for a poem.
War
The pain struck me;
My body went numb.
Red surrounded me;
I was at war.
I knew that.
The sounds that surrounded me,
the numbing effect of shell shock,
bullets grazed by me.
The smell of metallic, rusty blood,
and gunpowder overwhelmed my overworked nostrils.
“Get down!” I heard before I felt a mortar
hit the ground beside me.
Numbness.
Bodies’ lay everywhere.
The look in their eyes,
Pain
Hurt
Betrayal
I did not want to look,
Not ever again.
Yes, the time to show school pride and dress like lunatics. Monday was Winter PJ's Day (also known as lazy day) and I wore these pajamas that have flamingos and trailer parks all over them.
Yes.
Oh and there was also some snow on them..not that that really matters. And today is Ugly Sweater Day. My oh My, the sweater is genius. My grandmother made it long ago, well she made two, one for her and a matching one for my grandfather. But me being well...me I decided that it needed some more...spunk.
So what did I do you ask? Light. Christmas flashing lights. Amazing.
But like I said before, this week is to show school pride and spirit. For some that is. For me? well who wouldn't want to dress like a freak and have an excuse for it? "Why are you a freak?" someone could ask, and my response? "Why arn't you one?"
Life is good when you can laugh at yourself. Truly it is. And this week, these weeks you can be insane and have a reason, are good for the soul. "Gotta let loose girl" and "Why be a hater? Life is to short for all that negative energy" are two phrases I tell people a lot. And I truly believe it is true.
Now I shall tell you a bit about my weekend. It was rather...entertaining as well.. so, here we gooooooo!
( flashback ) (<- Well not really..it is more of a story, not line by line..that would take much to long) EXT:Literally in a box with a friend who's name we will call...Larry? So me and Larry were playing sardines (like reverse hide-and-seek) and we were looking for the hiders...then we find this box. Me being me decides I want to see if I can fit in it. And I can. So I ask Larry to join me because I believe he will fit, (I must have been physic or something...) and he did! so we closed the lid and sat..and waited...we have a very good conversation. It was about why the box felt so safe, and the reasons behind it. We agreed that because we knew everything that was in the box (me and Larry) and we trusted each other and the fact the darkness felt safe because light can be scary. Why? Because then you can see the evil. May I remind you that this was well past bed time and we were going insane. We talk for a while then someone comes around still looking for who was hiding. I stared "ohh"ing and he freaked out. It was fun. A memory I will always have. So...it is that time for a poem.
War
The pain struck me;
My body went numb.
Red surrounded me;
I was at war.
I knew that.
The sounds that surrounded me,
the numbing effect of shell shock,
bullets grazed by me.
The smell of metallic, rusty blood,
and gunpowder overwhelmed my overworked nostrils.
“Get down!” I heard before I felt a mortar
hit the ground beside me.
Numbness.
Bodies’ lay everywhere.
The look in their eyes,
Pain
Hurt
Betrayal
I did not want to look,
Not ever again.
Friday
I couldn't help myself.. here is another one.. 'The He' yes, it it an original title.
The He
Kristin Sealund
He lied.
He said he wouldn’t hurt her,
but he lied.
He left her crying, heartbroken.
He lied.
He said he couldn’t lose her.
But he lied.
She knew his secret,
One that could destroy him and his family.
He lied.
But she wasn’t like that;
She wouldn’t tell.
Even though he lied.
But he didn’t know that.
He was ignorant.
He lied.
He said he loved her too much.
But now,
he was holding onto another girl’s hand.
This was also a lie.
<[‘.’]>
She held her daughter tight.
Best friend?
Broken?
He’d played her.
Pushed her aside.
He’d loved her?
She held her tight.
They watched the sunrise together.
Hold me tighter!
Tears.
Heartbroken.
She held her daughter, tight.
Kristin Sealund
He lied.
He said he wouldn’t hurt her,
but he lied.
He left her crying, heartbroken.
He lied.
He said he couldn’t lose her.
But he lied.
She knew his secret,
One that could destroy him and his family.
He lied.
But she wasn’t like that;
She wouldn’t tell.
Even though he lied.
But he didn’t know that.
He was ignorant.
He lied.
He said he loved her too much.
But now,
he was holding onto another girl’s hand.
This was also a lie.
<[‘.’]>
She held her daughter tight.
Best friend?
Broken?
He’d played her.
Pushed her aside.
He’d loved her?
She held her tight.
They watched the sunrise together.
Hold me tighter!
Tears.
Heartbroken.
She held her daughter, tight.
Another Poem? Oh yes. This one is called 'Pigs'.
The silly cares are well… silly,
there is no point to them.
People are people,
and loved ones love.
Despite these aches that question us,
these forces that try us,
we will stick together,
two lives that equal one.
We love the isolation,
the splendid silence,
The way the sun rises,
and I am in your arms.
Nothing lasts for long,
but I am glad I am here.
I’ll to stick with you,
through thick and thin.
We are love-sick pigs.
here is a poem...its called "when you love"
I love it when you smile,
When you hear a riff and make it a million times better
When you get protective over me, shielding me from harms way
I love it when you sing,
When no one hears you but me,
When we share moments that none can fathom.
I love when you play guitar,
When you get so into the music, that you lose the world around you and nothing else matters.
When you talk about your future, and how much you want to help others.
I love when you listen to me sing,
When you smile a soft smile, and I know I have finally done something for you.
When we explore forests and get cornered by a stream, and you promise me, if I jump, you will be there to catch me.
I love the way you said my name, when we cuddle, watching the sunrise,
When you hold my hand, and sing lullabies.
When you talk about your family, and how important they are.
I love it when we argue, because we knew none of it matteres
When you see me, you smile and I smile right back.
When we put on Pearl Jam and listen to music on your bedroom floors.
I love it when you drive my car,
When you push the seat back, and crank up the tunes.
When you talk about worldly things.
I love it when we go to church, and I hold your hand while singing praises.
When you come up behind me, grab my leg, and bring me to the ground.
When you do flips on volleyball courts at parks, and children laugh.
But most of all I love it when you love,
And that is why I say ‘I am okay’ when you love her.
When you hear a riff and make it a million times better
When you get protective over me, shielding me from harms way
I love it when you sing,
When no one hears you but me,
When we share moments that none can fathom.
I love when you play guitar,
When you get so into the music, that you lose the world around you and nothing else matters.
When you talk about your future, and how much you want to help others.
I love when you listen to me sing,
When you smile a soft smile, and I know I have finally done something for you.
When we explore forests and get cornered by a stream, and you promise me, if I jump, you will be there to catch me.
I love the way you said my name, when we cuddle, watching the sunrise,
When you hold my hand, and sing lullabies.
When you talk about your family, and how important they are.
I love it when we argue, because we knew none of it matteres
When you see me, you smile and I smile right back.
When we put on Pearl Jam and listen to music on your bedroom floors.
I love it when you drive my car,
When you push the seat back, and crank up the tunes.
When you talk about worldly things.
I love it when we go to church, and I hold your hand while singing praises.
When you come up behind me, grab my leg, and bring me to the ground.
When you do flips on volleyball courts at parks, and children laugh.
But most of all I love it when you love,
And that is why I say ‘I am okay’ when you love her.
Saturday
My life is...crazy
Hi, so I havnt made a post in....? to long.... not since school started. sorry about that. well lets see what has happened....
1. cliches suck. (in life, not movies)
2. boys suck (sorry boys)
3. Music is amazing ( if you didnt know that then your not my friend... jk)
4. this is a really stupid blog, why? because it is about nothing and i cant figure out what to make it about.
5. school sucks
6. kick boxing hurts
7. life happens
soo.. that is my life in a nut shell.. not really, that would be boring. i had a really good convo with this guy names marcos at work today, we talked about how immature boys can be and social class's and college.. it was pretty awesome.
so.
that was fun...
want to give me a cookie?
thanks.
1. cliches suck. (in life, not movies)
2. boys suck (sorry boys)
3. Music is amazing ( if you didnt know that then your not my friend... jk)
4. this is a really stupid blog, why? because it is about nothing and i cant figure out what to make it about.
5. school sucks
6. kick boxing hurts
7. life happens
soo.. that is my life in a nut shell.. not really, that would be boring. i had a really good convo with this guy names marcos at work today, we talked about how immature boys can be and social class's and college.. it was pretty awesome.
so.
that was fun...
want to give me a cookie?
thanks.
Monday
camping :)
sorry yall but me and the fam decided itd be fun to go camping last minute! yippy! now i have to go to bed. ttyl.
Friday
Tonight ONLY!
so tonight i went to our towns major party.. you know venders everywhere and free food yada yada yada with one of my bffs. he is cool. anyway it rained so we left... we were bored so we decided that we would drive around in the rain and see all the lightning.. (this happens more then you would think) so we finally go to this parking lot and are chatting.. then we see this bright light! (no we are not dead..) now me and him arnt doing anything dirty.. come on we both have our seat belts still on xD anyway. we look to see where the light it coming from and there is a COP! im freaking.. (its not like there was anything we were doing wrong but still... its a cop) so my friend rolls down his window and asks what the matter is ( my friend is also freaking) so the cop is asking what we are doing and my friend says we are "chilling" the cop is like " what does chilling mean?" i was about to laugh and cry at this point.. but so my friends like " you know hanging out" and then the cop (did i mention he had a flash light also and was shinning it in our eyes and i couldnt see!!?) was talking about how there were complaints about teens doing stupid stuff at the park we were at and stuff.... then the cop asks how old we are.. my friend is like "im 18" being all proud and i was like "im 17" and grinnned my cute grin then the cop was like "well how long were you guys going to be staying here?" and my friend is like "we can leave now if you want" and the cops like "how long were you planning on staying?" so my friends like "umm i dont know.. 15 more minutes?" and the cops like okay stay 15 more minutes but then leave i have to go make a report" so we stayed and wondered what report he is going to make.. the cop didnt ask for our IDs or anything so we think we are good.... so then we leave and drive back to my friends house so we can go sit on his back patio.. we are there then my dad texts me and is wondering my "eta" i give it to him now the next part i am going to tell you is literal.. its all in texts sooo. yeah things in ( ) are my notes
Kristin: Guess what
Dad: What?
Kristin: no guess
Dad: Your dating again
Dad: Lol
Kristin: umm. no (me and my friend were 'dating' for like 2 weeks.. )
Dad: You are wet (it was raining before)
Kristin: nope. try again
Dad: Your preto
Dad: Prego
Kristin: omg! whos kid?? ill give you a hint... think papa (my papa is a retired cop)
Dad: You want to be a cop
Kristin: No i dont want to be a cop
Dad: You are going to buy me a motorcycle (papa has a motorcycle)
Kristin: im not going to be buying you one
Dad: You want me to get an earring (papa has an earring... he is cool)
Kristin: no i dont want you to get an earring
Dad: you met one of his friends
Kristin: dad, what does that have to do with papa?
Dad: I'm not getting a ponytail (papa has one of them to.. with a rattle snake tale in it.. he killed the snake)
Kristin: haha no ponytail
Dad: You got arrested and used his name to get out
Kristin: close
Dad: WHAT?!?
Kristin: So me and <enter friends name here> were minding our own bees wax.. sitting in a parking lot with the car turned off.. then we see this bright light.. it was beging for us to come to it..
Dad: You had a visitor
Dad: With a badge
Dad: Well.. (<- so impatient)
Kristin: Yup this cop came out of the mist and with his bright light made us roll down the window and started questioning us.. he was wondering what the def of 'chilling' is...
so that is my story.. i love my dad... and my papa.. and cops.. (nix the last one)
Kristin: Guess what
Dad: What?
Kristin: no guess
Dad: Your dating again
Dad: Lol
Kristin: umm. no (me and my friend were 'dating' for like 2 weeks.. )
Dad: You are wet (it was raining before)
Kristin: nope. try again
Dad: Your preto
Dad: Prego
Kristin: omg! whos kid?? ill give you a hint... think papa (my papa is a retired cop)
Dad: You want to be a cop
Kristin: No i dont want to be a cop
Dad: You are going to buy me a motorcycle (papa has a motorcycle)
Kristin: im not going to be buying you one
Dad: You want me to get an earring (papa has an earring... he is cool)
Kristin: no i dont want you to get an earring
Dad: you met one of his friends
Kristin: dad, what does that have to do with papa?
Dad: I'm not getting a ponytail (papa has one of them to.. with a rattle snake tale in it.. he killed the snake)
Kristin: haha no ponytail
Dad: You got arrested and used his name to get out
Kristin: close
Dad: WHAT?!?
Kristin: So me and <enter friends name here> were minding our own bees wax.. sitting in a parking lot with the car turned off.. then we see this bright light.. it was beging for us to come to it..
Dad: You had a visitor
Dad: With a badge
Dad: Well.. (<- so impatient)
Kristin: Yup this cop came out of the mist and with his bright light made us roll down the window and started questioning us.. he was wondering what the def of 'chilling' is...
so that is my story.. i love my dad... and my papa.. and cops.. (nix the last one)
Life in SD
So as none of you know i went on a mission trip in late july. we went to mission, south dakota. i ment a wonderful girl named cameran. she is wonderful :) i just got a wonderful call from her. made my week. her birthday is september 19th and i want to do something for her.. if only i could figure something out.. got any ideas? comment. besides that what will be done today.. lets see. i got a hair cut. and i have work. i just realized my summer life kinda is boring.
Tuesday
Sunday
WORK!
so i am at work right now... (for all who dont know i work at this little down in the mud coffee drive thru shop that looks like a little hut in the middle of an office max parking lot) my boss just left. he is old. and likes making lists of my mistakes. he had about 4 lists about how i do things wrong. looked like this....
KRISTIN
whipped cream
milk galen
how to shake the whipped cream!!!
envelopes x plain
and something involving coke cans in the bathroom ( i cant read their hand writing)
this list plus a good 7 others are in my bosses pocket. fun for kristin! so not only am i getting paid 4.50 a effing hour! but i have to go through my training about 7 more times because my boss is anal! even though i work faster then him. (although he is like 80 years old) sooo.. <gets coffee for a regular> yeah. so i just had this conversation to a regular about my boss! very fun. (my boss doesnt know we give discounts to regulars) we left it as "joe is just... joe." only to have my boss pull up behind him. YIPPY! i had to sort bananananananas. yeah! its okay. he is gone now. so now i am all alone listening to my 3oh!3 and on the computer. what a great job. here. buy our coffee! its grown in italy!
http://www.x-press-o-coffee.com/
ill get back to you all shortly!
KRISTIN
whipped cream
milk galen
how to shake the whipped cream!!!
envelopes x plain
and something involving coke cans in the bathroom ( i cant read their hand writing)
this list plus a good 7 others are in my bosses pocket. fun for kristin! so not only am i getting paid 4.50 a effing hour! but i have to go through my training about 7 more times because my boss is anal! even though i work faster then him. (although he is like 80 years old) sooo.. <gets coffee for a regular> yeah. so i just had this conversation to a regular about my boss! very fun. (my boss doesnt know we give discounts to regulars) we left it as "joe is just... joe." only to have my boss pull up behind him. YIPPY! i had to sort bananananananas. yeah! its okay. he is gone now. so now i am all alone listening to my 3oh!3 and on the computer. what a great job. here. buy our coffee! its grown in italy!
http://www.x-press-o-coffee.com/
ill get back to you all shortly!
Grr.
'She wakes up in the morning feelin like p diddy' good mornin yall! How are you? Thats good. So a friend of mine (who likes a friend of mine) is planning on staying at my house and coming down here because he misses us. He thinks hes coming tomorrow. Now you must remember he is a male! Oh. And dont males LOVE to plan?? Well because we are minors yada yada yada our mothers have to still talk about it! And his has yet to call mine. err. So. Will he stay? Or will he be a disappointment and not show. Its your vote. (lol)
Saturday
why? oh why?
venting venting venting venting venting isnt it fun?? not really. have you ever just wanted to tell someone something and couldnt because you knew it would hurt their feelings? yeah thats me. i am way to nice. why must i be nice? i dont know. errrrrr! *yawn* well i am going to bed. i am way to sleepy to be up this late.
time for a funny story...
just a little story that happened a few weeks ago.. so i was on a mission trip with my church and my greatest friends.. it was a very emotional trip (lots of crying and drama but.. that another story) so anywho.. my really great friend takes lots of vitamins and stuff right? (her dad makes her) and they change all the time so she doesnt ever remember what ones are what.. so anyway like i said we were crying a lot.. (not to mention almost all the girls were PMSing at some point of the trip) so my friend doesnt really get emotional so its wired that her and i ( dont judge me.. lol) were crying so much... turns out my friend was taking prenatal vitamins.. :)
the start of life...(or rather this blog)
HELLO EARTH!
:D
well a party should be planned.. or something.. tomorrow is sunday and i am not going to be at church (yippy) and will be reading "about a boy" by.....drum roll please NICK HORNBY (booo) its not that i dont like reading.. its that i dont like annotation good books.. it ruins them (every nods their heads) as we speak by brother is asleep in front of the T.V. and i am on the computer (duh.) writing this.. so i thought that it would be good for you all (if anyone is ever going to be reading this) to know me as a person.. or just some random facts about me... lets see.
1. i am a 17 year old girl!
2. i am blonde (but my friends kels kels and rachie died my hair a few weeks ago in a church bible camp shower so i am now a red head)
3. i am not a bible beater! (<- in case you were wondering.... i did mention a bible camp)
4. umm. i have a weird sense do humor (that you will most likely see)
5. i really like bubbles
6. err.. i cant think of anything else... and this list kinda sucks.. so.. yeah.
:D lets see.. why am i starting this blog you may be asking? well i just realized that i am going to be a senior and then i am going to college and so on so i might as well have some fun.. fun i say? what? yes. a blog seems fun. i hope you enjoy my life. oh and friends? i am telling you know that you will be on here at some point of time.. but for you i will not use your real names... some stuff can be embarrassing
:D
well a party should be planned.. or something.. tomorrow is sunday and i am not going to be at church (yippy) and will be reading "about a boy" by.....drum roll please NICK HORNBY (booo) its not that i dont like reading.. its that i dont like annotation good books.. it ruins them (every nods their heads) as we speak by brother is asleep in front of the T.V. and i am on the computer (duh.) writing this.. so i thought that it would be good for you all (if anyone is ever going to be reading this) to know me as a person.. or just some random facts about me... lets see.
1. i am a 17 year old girl!
2. i am blonde (but my friends kels kels and rachie died my hair a few weeks ago in a church bible camp shower so i am now a red head)
3. i am not a bible beater! (<- in case you were wondering.... i did mention a bible camp)
4. umm. i have a weird sense do humor (that you will most likely see)
5. i really like bubbles
6. err.. i cant think of anything else... and this list kinda sucks.. so.. yeah.
:D lets see.. why am i starting this blog you may be asking? well i just realized that i am going to be a senior and then i am going to college and so on so i might as well have some fun.. fun i say? what? yes. a blog seems fun. i hope you enjoy my life. oh and friends? i am telling you know that you will be on here at some point of time.. but for you i will not use your real names... some stuff can be embarrassing
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