But, boy, it wasn't a joke when you kissed me in your room, and replied, "I love you, too".
I'm a little bit insecure, from all of this mistreatment.
But, see, I'm working it out.
Working it out is so damn hard when you're alone...
This week.. oh, this week.
Sunday: Slept, read, did some math shit, slept.
Monday: ..I don't remember. Is that bad?
Tuesday: Woke up at five; didn't ever go to sleep.
Wednesday: CAFFIENE. Stayed away until 5pm, so I went 36 hours without sleep. It was great.
Thursday: Designed my class ring, :D
Friday: Work.
So, I really don't like how people talk about other people in their blogs and don't name them. But, of course, I do it, too. Because I'm a puss. Tonight, however, there's a bit of 'liquid courage' in me, so I'ma grow a pair and call y'all out.
Miss Caitlin Tidwell: I'm so glad we're friends again. I've realized just how much I missed you. Not to get all mushyhomo here, but I love spending time with you. You're hilarious, and beautiful. Even if you don't think so. I really hope Jerome gets better; I prayed for him.
Sierra Alvarez: You're my <3 Monkey, and I appreciate you more than you know. You say the best things; so mean, yet so hilarious. And you're pretty adorable, if I do say so myself. I know you've been through your fair share of shit, and I admire how you've turned out. You're a great friend to have, truly. You have the best writing voice, too.
Rachel Hudgins: Gah, my ladybugchild. I love you and your sense of humor. Also, the current scheme you have going on is genius, in my opinion. I'd be doing the same thing, too, believe me. Such intelligence. I miss being about you all the time, though.
Whitley Kelly: Whitley, you make me so happy. Everytime I see you, I get all warm and junk, <3 I hate not having any classes with you. It breaks my heart into tiny little pieces. But we'll be together again next year, hopefully. :D
Mallory Branham: I mean, shit, talk about a strong girl. You've been to hell and back, and you still manage to act like life is easy. Now that's something to be jealous of. I'm really, really proud of you.
Michael Boyd: I miss you, as my bestfriend. I know you have your reasons. And, I'm legitimately happy for you and Marissa. I know you probably don't feel like it, or believe it, but I really do have her best interests in mind. I mean, I was there through all of it, for both of you, as much as I could be. I just don't want either of you to get hurt again. Believe me on that. I love you.
Emily Finch: You're freaking amazing. Like, you have no idea. You say the funniest shit, and I love the way you dress. Also, you deserve better than what you're going after at the moment. You deserve the best, just sayin'. Math class is the best thing to happen to me this semester. "LUCKY!" "GET LAID!"
Taylor Strickland: I miss you. That is all.
Aaron Cleverly: You were the best Spanish partner ever. You are so adorable. Misty is lucky to have you. You can just see it in your eyes that you love her whenever you talk about her. I love how we would sit at our table, smack in the middle of the classroom, and talk about the weirdest things and not care if anyone heard us. From 'cherry surprise' to the Karma Sutra, we went through some mighty interesting subjects. Intimidating scarf, ;b I know you were, and still are, having some hard times; I'll always be there to talk. How we hugged in Spanish would be inappropriate if anyone else besides us were to do it. I'm glad I get to see you mostly every day in the hall and hug you and alla' that, ;b
Trey Morrow: You call me when you're drunk, and say so many things to me that you don't even remember. "Hey, Kelly. I have my hands in my pants. And they're really cold on it."
"Kelly, when are we gonna go to the movies? I told you I wanted to. I think we should go to the movies. I want to."
"Kelly, you're really pretty."
And then you get really quiet. Hilarious.
I still think you're a slut, though. However, you are a really cute slut. ;b
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So, I feel kinda' like a nerd saying this, but I was actually pretty proud of my narrative for English.
Whiplash
Never had I ever heard so much profane language in a single day. Of course, wrapping thousands of hard-earned dollars around someone else’s trunk would warrant a few slips of the tongue, I suppose.
I can still remember every second and every detail of the crash with shocking clarity. Especially the fact that I wasn’t even supposed to be in the car in the first place, for that exact reason. Unfazed by my parents’ words, I decided to get in that car every day and put my life in the hands of another for twenty miles.
It was shortly past eleven in the morning and quite warm outside as we made our departure from Law Enforcement. The music was obnoxiously loud, as usual, and I’m quite sure that all of Camden could hear us coming. But that’s the way we liked it. As Whitley and I were literally yelling so that we could hear one another over the blaring music, we came to a stoplight. The second it turned green the car accelerated far faster than it should have. Less than five seconds later, the brakes struggled with all their might to bring us to a swift halt. It didn’t matter, though. The truck in front of us had done a fine job of stopping us all on its own.
As my eyes returned to focus, after my head had been slung viciously into the driver’s seat in front of me, I turned to look at Whitley. Her green eyes had started to fill up with tears and they begged me to know what had just happened. Before I could utter a sound, both of our heads were violently jerked against the seats in front of us again. This time, we had been hit. After regaining my senses once more, I told Whitley that she needed to put her seatbelt on. I have no clue why; we were already sandwiched between a pick-up and a Pontiac. As we made our way out of the tangled piece of metal that had just recently been a car, we heard obscenities being hurled everywhere from the five other persons that had been involved. We, however, silently made our way across the busy street to the sidewalk. And there we stood, hand-in-hand, with tears in our eyes and fresh pain in our necks, staring at the disaster that had become our day.
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Anyways, I have to work all day tomorrow. And, for three of those hours, I have to stare--and be stared at-- by Gabe and his parents. Seeing him makes me shake, and gives me the urge to throw up. Its like I'm scared, nervous, excited, anxious, and depressed all at the same time. Seeing his parents fill me up with so much anger. There's so much animosity towards me from them, because I'm apparently a bitch and a slut. Go figure. But, whatever. They can kiss my ass. I look forward to proving them wrong about everything they said I couldn't be.
OH! And I watched Pathology last night. It was a physcological thriller-type things. There was a lot of cut up body parts, which was gross, and a looooot of sex. -_-
But, it was good, nevertheless.
