Dear Sydney,
How queer is it that when the guy I like is downstairs, and leaves his hoody upstairs, and I go upstairs to get a bottle of water, and I grab/hug his hoody just to smell it, just because he smells so good, and it's the closest I'll ever be able to get to that hoody since it's not on him?
I am so messed up. This boy has a girlfriend, damnit! I'm not supposed to want to randomly reach out and hug him to death! ARGHHHHHH.
But oh well. I should've hidden the damn thing (hoody) under my bed so I could cuddle with it whenever I wanted without him knowing. Bwahaha.
Shit, I am a queeeeeeer. Fasho.
Yay for graduating, though! YAY!
And starting my job. Which is cool, I guess, even though I no longer can be lazy every single day of the summer.
I actually kinda have a life now?.. It's weird. Yepyep.
Summer Oh Eight, Gonna be Great!
Love, Kaylee.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Cars. Whoop-dee-freaking-doo.
Dear Sydney,
I don't understand boys' obsessions with cars. Seriously. It really bugs me a whole heck of a lot when they talk about cars to me, too. Do I look like the person that honestly gives a crap about the type of engine your car has?
In my definition, a car is such:
Noun. A transport device that gets you from A to B, equipped with four tires, and spends its entire life drinking gallons of gas, leaving you to spend about every last cent you have on the stupid thing.
And yet, boys will still waste their time to making sure their engine "vrooms" appropriately, and all this other stuff they think will actually impress the ladies with.
I'm not attracted to a guys' car. Honestly. It's your face and personality I'm concerned with. If boys honestly think that yapping their traps about transport devices are gonna make me drool over them, they have another thing coming. Ugh.
Sorry. A boy was just talking to cars about me tonight, so I thought I'd share.
One of the many mysteries of the world, I think. Boys and cars.
That is all.
Love,
Kaylee.
I don't understand boys' obsessions with cars. Seriously. It really bugs me a whole heck of a lot when they talk about cars to me, too. Do I look like the person that honestly gives a crap about the type of engine your car has?
In my definition, a car is such:
Noun. A transport device that gets you from A to B, equipped with four tires, and spends its entire life drinking gallons of gas, leaving you to spend about every last cent you have on the stupid thing.
And yet, boys will still waste their time to making sure their engine "vrooms" appropriately, and all this other stuff they think will actually impress the ladies with.
I'm not attracted to a guys' car. Honestly. It's your face and personality I'm concerned with. If boys honestly think that yapping their traps about transport devices are gonna make me drool over them, they have another thing coming. Ugh.
Sorry. A boy was just talking to cars about me tonight, so I thought I'd share.
One of the many mysteries of the world, I think. Boys and cars.
That is all.
Love,
Kaylee.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Salami?
Dear Sydney,
I'm at school right now. I feel utterly useless right now because we're supposed to be working on our photo essay project thingies here in Creative Writing, but I'm not taking pictures until this evening... so. Yeah.
The movie filming went okay the other day I suppose. I had to redo this scene about five thousand and thirty-four times where I would run into a garbage can. As you can imagine, I hate garbage cans now... and it probably looks so stupid on film because I have to act like it's so dark that I don't see the garbage can in front of me... but on film, it looks pretty bright, and I just seem retarded as I walk into it going, "I'm not scared of the dark, I'm not scared of the dark."
My character's name in the movie is Sydney. Bwahaha. Coincidence? ... No. I picked it out, naturally.
I had a "fishing" scene... it was... wonderful. tehehehehehe.
Um, let's see. What else is there to talk about? I might just ramble here the entire hour because I have nothing to do. So, sorry if it gets retarded. Really. And it's going to get retarded, I'm sure.
Last night we had the Seniors Award ceremony. I got recognized for Honor Roll and Student Council, woopeeeee. I'm pretty dang cool.
I can't stop coughing lately. I've been so congested it sucks a lot. I feel like I'm dying. Or that I've been smoking two packs a day... which would actually be like death for me since I'm allergic to cigarette smoke. It's kinda cool to be allergic to it, though, so I never have to worry about getting addicted or whatever. Now... if only I were allergic to alcohol... haha.
Not that I've ever tried it. Well, besides once on vacation at Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri. My friend brought alcohol with her... and well, we somehow ended up being able to drink it without our parents watching. Scarily enough, I don't really remember much of what happened. My cousin told me I apparently thought the word, "salami," was freaking hilarious, so I guess I supposedly stuck the word into every sentence possible. Example: "I think my dad smells like salami."
Also, when we went to sleep that night, I wouldn't stop singing, "Under the Sea" from the Little Mermaid. Trust me to be a complete weirdo like that. Aaaand... to end the night off with a bang (quite literally), I fell off the bed.
My mom came rushing in all parentally and was like, "What was that?"
I am lucky my mom is such an airhead because I pretty much died laughing on the spot as I got back onto my bed as if it were the funniest thing in the entire world. It was so obvious what was wrong with me, that my cousin beside me panicked and just explained that we were both very tired.
Mom just smiled and left the room because, like I said, she is an airhead.
Oh, lately, I have become pretty much obsessed with the Twilight series. You know, the books about vampires for young adults... I think they came out in September of 2006. I think I've already stated it, but Edward Cullen can HAAAAAAAAVE me. hahahaa. Screw the fact that he's a vampire. I wouldn't care. And I wouldn't think about kissing another BOY if I loved him either... stupid Bella. But I GUESS I understand her reasoning...
Well, now I'm distracted. My friend and I are looking at pictures of scene hair. So. I'm drooling basically over all my options of how I want my hair once I grow it out.
K,BYE!
Love,
Kaylee
I'm at school right now. I feel utterly useless right now because we're supposed to be working on our photo essay project thingies here in Creative Writing, but I'm not taking pictures until this evening... so. Yeah.
The movie filming went okay the other day I suppose. I had to redo this scene about five thousand and thirty-four times where I would run into a garbage can. As you can imagine, I hate garbage cans now... and it probably looks so stupid on film because I have to act like it's so dark that I don't see the garbage can in front of me... but on film, it looks pretty bright, and I just seem retarded as I walk into it going, "I'm not scared of the dark, I'm not scared of the dark."
My character's name in the movie is Sydney. Bwahaha. Coincidence? ... No. I picked it out, naturally.
I had a "fishing" scene... it was... wonderful. tehehehehehe.
Um, let's see. What else is there to talk about? I might just ramble here the entire hour because I have nothing to do. So, sorry if it gets retarded. Really. And it's going to get retarded, I'm sure.
Last night we had the Seniors Award ceremony. I got recognized for Honor Roll and Student Council, woopeeeee. I'm pretty dang cool.
I can't stop coughing lately. I've been so congested it sucks a lot. I feel like I'm dying. Or that I've been smoking two packs a day... which would actually be like death for me since I'm allergic to cigarette smoke. It's kinda cool to be allergic to it, though, so I never have to worry about getting addicted or whatever. Now... if only I were allergic to alcohol... haha.
Not that I've ever tried it. Well, besides once on vacation at Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri. My friend brought alcohol with her... and well, we somehow ended up being able to drink it without our parents watching. Scarily enough, I don't really remember much of what happened. My cousin told me I apparently thought the word, "salami," was freaking hilarious, so I guess I supposedly stuck the word into every sentence possible. Example: "I think my dad smells like salami."
Also, when we went to sleep that night, I wouldn't stop singing, "Under the Sea" from the Little Mermaid. Trust me to be a complete weirdo like that. Aaaand... to end the night off with a bang (quite literally), I fell off the bed.
My mom came rushing in all parentally and was like, "What was that?"
I am lucky my mom is such an airhead because I pretty much died laughing on the spot as I got back onto my bed as if it were the funniest thing in the entire world. It was so obvious what was wrong with me, that my cousin beside me panicked and just explained that we were both very tired.
Mom just smiled and left the room because, like I said, she is an airhead.
Oh, lately, I have become pretty much obsessed with the Twilight series. You know, the books about vampires for young adults... I think they came out in September of 2006. I think I've already stated it, but Edward Cullen can HAAAAAAAAVE me. hahahaa. Screw the fact that he's a vampire. I wouldn't care. And I wouldn't think about kissing another BOY if I loved him either... stupid Bella. But I GUESS I understand her reasoning...
Well, now I'm distracted. My friend and I are looking at pictures of scene hair. So. I'm drooling basically over all my options of how I want my hair once I grow it out.
K,BYE!
Love,
Kaylee
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Filming and Fishing
Dear Sydney,
So, my Creative Writing class and I, along with like three other people outside the class, are filming a movie we created for a grade tomorrow. It's a scary movie, too. I die in it by having an extension cord choke me to death. YAAAAY DEATH. I am way excited. Should you be this excited to die? Don't think so...
I don't know what else to say in here except today was a good day. The boy I like (I call him "Fishing") paid a great deal of attention to me for once and it was quite wonderful. Pathetic how Fishing can make my entire day just by making fun of my height...
He's also in this scary movie... hehehe... so that makes tomorrow even more fun.
This blog was pointless. Oh well. If I think of anything actually cool and not dork-worthy, I'll add to this.
KBYE.
Love,
Kaylee.
So, my Creative Writing class and I, along with like three other people outside the class, are filming a movie we created for a grade tomorrow. It's a scary movie, too. I die in it by having an extension cord choke me to death. YAAAAY DEATH. I am way excited. Should you be this excited to die? Don't think so...
I don't know what else to say in here except today was a good day. The boy I like (I call him "Fishing") paid a great deal of attention to me for once and it was quite wonderful. Pathetic how Fishing can make my entire day just by making fun of my height...
He's also in this scary movie... hehehe... so that makes tomorrow even more fun.
This blog was pointless. Oh well. If I think of anything actually cool and not dork-worthy, I'll add to this.
KBYE.
Love,
Kaylee.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Wanted: Flashdrive
Dear Sydney,
So I definitely have realized today I tend to lose everything of importance to me in my life at some point. For example, I had a flashdrive for school at the beginning of the year... it mysteriously disappeared. Now, my new flashdrive has disappeared. I have no clue where it is, and it has two of my essays on it, that were due today, but um, it was missing so I got permission to turn them in tomorrow.... screw my life, yeah?
Yeah. I'm screwed. I have no idea where the effer is. I SWEAR I put it into my purse before I left. Some point in two hours from being in my computer to the school, it flippin' vanished. Honestly. I hate my luck.
I lost my best friend basically for some really unknown reason (we don't talk anymore?), I lost my boyfriend that I fell in love with a zillion years ago, I lost a lot more friends after the boyfriend thing, and now my flashdrives disappear that have a bunch of my writings on them...
I suppose the next thing I'll lose is either my computer, camera, or pictures on my computer.
Dear God. Another reminder that I need to upload a crapload to photobucket or somewhere safe so my computer doesn't just wipe three years worth of pictures from my hard drive.
AHHHHHH.
Okay, my rant's done. Surprisingly I'm still pissed, though. Usually rants help somewhat.... but, no.
I better effing find the stupid thing by tomorrow or I will be absolutely livid.
Love,
Kaylee.
P.S. I started Twilight today. It is fabulous. I'm already halfway through because I'm such a dork. Edward can go ahead and jump out of the book and slip an engagement ring on my finger. Really.
EDIT: I found the flashdrive. Hidden under my bed sheets. How the eff it got there is beyond me. As much as I love my writing, I wouldn't sleep with it. Hahahaha. That was lame. Okay, bye.
So I definitely have realized today I tend to lose everything of importance to me in my life at some point. For example, I had a flashdrive for school at the beginning of the year... it mysteriously disappeared. Now, my new flashdrive has disappeared. I have no clue where it is, and it has two of my essays on it, that were due today, but um, it was missing so I got permission to turn them in tomorrow.... screw my life, yeah?
Yeah. I'm screwed. I have no idea where the effer is. I SWEAR I put it into my purse before I left. Some point in two hours from being in my computer to the school, it flippin' vanished. Honestly. I hate my luck.
I lost my best friend basically for some really unknown reason (we don't talk anymore?), I lost my boyfriend that I fell in love with a zillion years ago, I lost a lot more friends after the boyfriend thing, and now my flashdrives disappear that have a bunch of my writings on them...
I suppose the next thing I'll lose is either my computer, camera, or pictures on my computer.
Dear God. Another reminder that I need to upload a crapload to photobucket or somewhere safe so my computer doesn't just wipe three years worth of pictures from my hard drive.
AHHHHHH.
Okay, my rant's done. Surprisingly I'm still pissed, though. Usually rants help somewhat.... but, no.
I better effing find the stupid thing by tomorrow or I will be absolutely livid.
Love,
Kaylee.
P.S. I started Twilight today. It is fabulous. I'm already halfway through because I'm such a dork. Edward can go ahead and jump out of the book and slip an engagement ring on my finger. Really.
EDIT: I found the flashdrive. Hidden under my bed sheets. How the eff it got there is beyond me. As much as I love my writing, I wouldn't sleep with it. Hahahaha. That was lame. Okay, bye.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Headache, ow.
Dear Sydney,
I have a freaking headache and I'm pretty mad about absolutely nothing.
Oh, wait, nevermind! I am mad about something! Let's see.
My mom decided to hog the computer from when I got home till about 9:30 when I have TWO ESSAYS DUE TOMORROW. WOOOOOOO. My head hurts like it's gonna explode like a volcano of stupidity. And I don't even know what to write on these essays anymore. I'm seriously considering being like, "Sorry, Mr. G, the Bolshevik revolution really doesn't pertain to my interests and even if it did, my mom wouldn't care because she was on the computer for like five hours and I don't write on PAPER!! So I didn't do the assignment. Go ahead, BITE ME!!!!!"
Except, saying that would probably hurt my grade on these essays. Not that they're going to be getting good ones anyways.. ha.
I had my first ever job interview today. I won! Well, won being that I got hired on the spot. I don't start until May 19th, though. Yeehaw.
Yeehaw? What drugs am I taking?
Soooooooo.... this boy I like is starting to make me mad. Um, yeah, I feel like shoving my head into a blender or something. It really shouldn't make me so angry because he has a girlfriend, but I hate the fact that I don't exist anymore when we used to be such good friends. I'm sure his girlfriend hates me and that's why he will barely look at me... but eh... It just makes me sad since his constant teasing makes my entire day, and will usually keep a smile on my face the rest of the day even when I'm running my ass off in the mile in PE, which generally, is not smileworthy, only ouchworthy.
If this is how he acts in school, Lord knows I'll NEVER see him after school ends.... so... I'm really gonna miss the kid.... a lot. Kinda depresses me...
Oh my God, great. Now I'm all sad thanks to graduation in a few weeks.
SHOOT MEEEEEEEEEE.
I'm just gonna go before I start getting a lot more mopey...ish.
Love,
Kaylee.
I have a freaking headache and I'm pretty mad about absolutely nothing.
Oh, wait, nevermind! I am mad about something! Let's see.
My mom decided to hog the computer from when I got home till about 9:30 when I have TWO ESSAYS DUE TOMORROW. WOOOOOOO. My head hurts like it's gonna explode like a volcano of stupidity. And I don't even know what to write on these essays anymore. I'm seriously considering being like, "Sorry, Mr. G, the Bolshevik revolution really doesn't pertain to my interests and even if it did, my mom wouldn't care because she was on the computer for like five hours and I don't write on PAPER!! So I didn't do the assignment. Go ahead, BITE ME!!!!!"
Except, saying that would probably hurt my grade on these essays. Not that they're going to be getting good ones anyways.. ha.
I had my first ever job interview today. I won! Well, won being that I got hired on the spot. I don't start until May 19th, though. Yeehaw.
Yeehaw? What drugs am I taking?
Soooooooo.... this boy I like is starting to make me mad. Um, yeah, I feel like shoving my head into a blender or something. It really shouldn't make me so angry because he has a girlfriend, but I hate the fact that I don't exist anymore when we used to be such good friends. I'm sure his girlfriend hates me and that's why he will barely look at me... but eh... It just makes me sad since his constant teasing makes my entire day, and will usually keep a smile on my face the rest of the day even when I'm running my ass off in the mile in PE, which generally, is not smileworthy, only ouchworthy.
If this is how he acts in school, Lord knows I'll NEVER see him after school ends.... so... I'm really gonna miss the kid.... a lot. Kinda depresses me...
Oh my God, great. Now I'm all sad thanks to graduation in a few weeks.
SHOOT MEEEEEEEEEE.
I'm just gonna go before I start getting a lot more mopey...ish.
Love,
Kaylee.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Ebenezer
Dear Sydney,
You know what really miffs me off?
When people cannot, for whatever Godforsaken reason, compliment you for shit.
Well, okay, not for shit literally, because, hello, no one is ever going to look at some crap you just took in a toilet and be like, "Oh, that's a marvelous piece of shit!" or whatever. But honestly. Lately one of my friends is driving me crazy.
For the last two months, complimenting me seems to be a problem. Like, everytime I get something new, like a shirt, headband, pair of shoes, etc... or my bangs cut shorter... well... she can't compliment me. She's never had this problem before, she's one of my closer friends, except not anymore because I found out some wonderful stuff she did to me two years ago behind my back with my ex boyfriend like a wonderful friend would!!! :).... er, that's another story.
So, yeah, I got new Converse. I was like "YAYA aren't they cute?!"
And she does this weird laugh thing that's like, "Hehhhh."
A week later, my bangs got cut. I was like, "Aww, I love my new bangs!"
And she says, "Hehhhhhhh."
I get a new headband, she says, "I have that."
I get a new t-shirt, she says, "I was gonna get that."
I got my prom dress. I said, "It was 400 dollars."
She says, "Well, mine was 450."
Wtf. Life is not a competition?!?!
I really wanna slap her. Or just be like DOUBLE TEE EFF?!?!
Honestly. The girl is giving me a migraine. Arghhhhhh. And someday I'm going to work up some courage that I don't have to confront her about what she did with my ex boyfriend. Seriously. That bugs me so much. I think about it everytime I look at her. How shady is this? My boyfriend of a year and a half broke up with me, I'm devastated, I run to this girl for help in like the middle of the night every time I needed her. She would comfort me and get me through it... and then... I find out she decides like an airheaded bitch, "Oh, hey, it's not like Kaylee still loves him, so I'm gonna put my mouth on his penis!!!!!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAY!!"
Oh my God. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
There are some things in my life I do not quite understand.
And I have my first job interview tomorrow at the bookstore. Screw me sideways on a bench in the park. Not really. Cause.. well, no.
I am too stressed to think anymore at the moment. I'm going to go be a vegetable version of Ebenezer Scrooge... How the hell do you spell Ebenezer anyways? It sounds like a sneeze or something... Ebakneezer? Whatever.
Bah humbug.
Love, Kaylee.
You know what really miffs me off?
When people cannot, for whatever Godforsaken reason, compliment you for shit.
Well, okay, not for shit literally, because, hello, no one is ever going to look at some crap you just took in a toilet and be like, "Oh, that's a marvelous piece of shit!" or whatever. But honestly. Lately one of my friends is driving me crazy.
For the last two months, complimenting me seems to be a problem. Like, everytime I get something new, like a shirt, headband, pair of shoes, etc... or my bangs cut shorter... well... she can't compliment me. She's never had this problem before, she's one of my closer friends, except not anymore because I found out some wonderful stuff she did to me two years ago behind my back with my ex boyfriend like a wonderful friend would!!! :).... er, that's another story.
So, yeah, I got new Converse. I was like "YAYA aren't they cute?!"
And she does this weird laugh thing that's like, "Hehhhh."
A week later, my bangs got cut. I was like, "Aww, I love my new bangs!"
And she says, "Hehhhhhhh."
I get a new headband, she says, "I have that."
I get a new t-shirt, she says, "I was gonna get that."
I got my prom dress. I said, "It was 400 dollars."
She says, "Well, mine was 450."
Wtf. Life is not a competition?!?!
I really wanna slap her. Or just be like DOUBLE TEE EFF?!?!
Honestly. The girl is giving me a migraine. Arghhhhhh. And someday I'm going to work up some courage that I don't have to confront her about what she did with my ex boyfriend. Seriously. That bugs me so much. I think about it everytime I look at her. How shady is this? My boyfriend of a year and a half broke up with me, I'm devastated, I run to this girl for help in like the middle of the night every time I needed her. She would comfort me and get me through it... and then... I find out she decides like an airheaded bitch, "Oh, hey, it's not like Kaylee still loves him, so I'm gonna put my mouth on his penis!!!!!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAY!!"
Oh my God. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
There are some things in my life I do not quite understand.
And I have my first job interview tomorrow at the bookstore. Screw me sideways on a bench in the park. Not really. Cause.. well, no.
I am too stressed to think anymore at the moment. I'm going to go be a vegetable version of Ebenezer Scrooge... How the hell do you spell Ebenezer anyways? It sounds like a sneeze or something... Ebakneezer? Whatever.
Bah humbug.
Love, Kaylee.
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