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
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