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It really kind of sucks [24 Jun 2003|02:25pm] [ mood | frustrated ] [ music | Giving Up On Love- The Ataris ] These past few weeks I've been confused Sometimes I wonder if I'm better off alone. You fall in love Then break your heart. You fall in love again Its never ending. I used to have this friend Who took his fiance To see billy idol A couple weeks before Their wedding day. The chick got backstage And left my friend outside. Next day he called From a hotel Asking for a ride. I guess I'm giving up on love I guess I'm giving up on love I guess I'm giving up on love 'cause it really kind of sucks Uninspired And growing tired Why am I always So attracted to drama? 3 drop it like its hot

I feel a funny hesitation of a heart thats never really sure [23 Jun 2003|01:59pm] [ mood | hurt ] [ music | Almost Doesnt Coun- Brandy ] --Fragile hands clasped around the glass, she tipped her head back and allowed the water to slide down her throat. Her head was pounding like mad, and if she had to throw up again she would have gladly welcomed death. Passing the mounds of empty bottles of rum and vodka, she grumbled and made her way onto the deck of Joshes house. Fresh out of the shower, her long blonde locks, slightly damp, were drawn up in somewhat of a bun. Clad in her favorite Paul Frank flannel pajamas, she sat down on a lounge chair resting her small white iBook on her lap-- Miami. I am in Miami. I am in Miami with a hangover to end all hangovers. I suppose everybody deserves a heads up on why I’m here, and what’s been going on. Lets start at the beginning, shall we? Saturday before DAB I went to Deryck’s room to see if he was feeling all right because he had been sick for the last couple of days. He wasn’t looking too good, so I said that I would stay with him but he wouldn’t let me, I guess he didn’t want me to get sick. All the sudden he started to act really strange, I have no idea what it was but I had to leave to help Cali set up for the BBQ. Before the BBQ started, I came back just to check on him before I left. He completely bitched me out for “not making any time for him” which is complete bullshit, but lets not get into details, we’ll be sitting here all day. To make a long story short, he dumped me for Mable. He was so “in love” with me that as soon as someone more like him came along, I wasn’t good enough. I don’t skate, I don’t listen to New Found Glory, and I don’t swear by emo lyrics. I wasn’t good enough. All this shit that I’m being thrown about him being “so in love with me that he didn’t want to hurt me anymore,” its all a crock. He filled me up with lies, and I let him. This is partially my fault; I shouldn’t have trusted him as much as I did but It’s all in the past and there’s nothing I can do about it now. As much as it hurts me to say this, I don’t want to be friends with him. I don’t want him to talk to me, and I’m not going to return his calls. He knew how much I did love him, and he broke my heart anyway. .I’m never going to love anyone like I loved him ever again. -- Her glossed pink lips parted to release a soft sigh. Rubbing her hand against the back of her neck, she drew her hand down to her computer and hovered her mouse over the update journal button. The headache was now pounding harder than ever, she stood up and walked back into the house leaving her computer on the table in the kitchen. What did she do now? She was too mad to cry, too morose to laugh ( without alcohol, that is ), and to mellow to scream. Wandering around Joshes enormous house, she stopped in the living room and did the only thing she really felt was right at the moment; she drowned her emotions in Ren & Stimpy-- 19 drop it like its hot

[22 Jun 2003|05:37pm] [ mood | optimistic ] One more chance. One more try. One more. Chance over, I failed again. 21 drop it like its hot

[22 Jun 2003|11:55am] [ mood | nostalgic ] --A million thoughs racing through her brain at a million miles an hour, she sat at her desk furiously scribbling on a peice of paper. Finally stopping at the end of the page she picked it up and read it over. She got up and pulled a sweater ( of her own ) over her head before running full speed across campus and sliding it under his door-- This is all I need to say in a way where I can get it all out without bursting into tears in front of you. I loved love you like nobody I have ever loved in my entire life. I spent every single moment I could with you, and when we weren't together, I was thinking about you; I couldnt get enough. The first time you kissed Gina and I forgave you, I had a sneaking feeling that oething else would go wrong, but I pushed it to the back of my head. Then you did it again and tried to blame it on me. "I'm never around, I dont spend enough time with you" Thats bullshit and we both know it. Again, I thought maybe this time will be different but I woke up this morning to find out that you tried to sleep with Liyah. The girl had enough sense to tell you No, but then to fucking do drugs with her? Are you fucking crazy? She's pregnant! I'm glad that you find better company with Mable. She's more your type, punk rock, skater. . . the whole nine. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough that you had to go elsewhere to find it more than two times. I want you to know that I never once thought you weren't good enough for me. Even the countless nights I sat around in my room crying my eyes out. Never once. 4 drop it like its hot

[20 Jun 2003|04:40pm] [ mood | accomplished ] --One poster left. Applying the same ( if not more ) concentration into adjusting it to perfection on the outside of her dorm. Squinting her eye, and turning her head slightly to the left, she pulled the last peic of tape from her finger and stuck it on the top of the poster. She took a few steps back and admired it in awe, she wasn't quite sure if Mia would like it being on their door, but she didn't really care. Shoving her tiny hand into her pocket, she pulled out the key to her dorm and shoved it into the lock and pushed the door open. A quick glance around the room told her that she was home alone so she kicked off her sneakers into the general direction of her room and pulled out her small white laptop recently decorated with an izone of Deryck sleeping. She laughed, and opened the top, cracking her knuckles before loading her journal and beginnng to type -- This phase better be over soon. Gina knows what I'm talking about. I'm really not in the mood to get into depth about it because it's really not that big of a deal.... but it just needs to go away. I came back from putting posters up all arounf the school for the tennis team, and in my boredem I looked through the pictures I have scattered around my room. I realized that as much as I love you all, I dont know much about you. The things a friend should know; the corny things. If you're bored- fill ( it )out. And a little insentive-- I wont talk to you until you do.. edit! Josh burnt my brownies. . . dont talk to him. --She hit the update button, and tossed her computer to the side. Standing up she jumped up and down a couple of times, and stretched out her arms letting out a slight yawn. She shook her hair out, long blonde tresses falling down over her shoulders as she dug through the refridgerator for something to eat-- ( ooc ) 45 drop it like its hot

Run away with me to another place. [19 Jun 2003|10:11pm] [ music | Ghetto Superstar- Mya feat. ODB ] Habla Ramon. Te llamo para decirte cuánto nos divertimos durante las últimas vacaciones que pasamos en tu casa. Hace tres semanas que volvimos y… “And what, Kaley?” --She tapped her pen to the side of her cheek, careful not to hit the small bruise under her eye, which of course was masked by a slick coat of concealer. Holding her pen over the paper she continued to write-- …y todos seguimos hablando de esos días maravillosos. Esperamos no haberte causado demasiadas molestas. “Very Impressive Kaley, a round of applause for you” --Closing her Spanish notebook, she set it aside on the table and leaned back in her chair. Kaley stretched out her arms and yawned slightly as she got up and crossed the room to her bed. She leaned over and hit the power button on her stereo nodding her head along to Ghetto Superstar. Tapping her tiny hands to the beat on her hips she laid down across the bed and yanked her small white laptop from the floor-- Its one thing after another isn’t it? Don’t get me wrong- today wasn’t so bad. I blew off was feeling a little too sick to go to Stanton’s class today, so to relieve my aches and pains Lix and I went to the mall. I spent over two hundred and forty dollars in Victoria’s Secret alone. Lets not even count the receipts for everywhere else we went. But I think the best thing I got was for Muffin. I bought him a sweater from Pac Sun. He needed a new one anyway; I steal all of the rest of his sweaters. And I am very glad that he prefers me to his pillow. So the downfall? I was walking down the hall with a bunch of my girls and I see Naomi. The confidence that you get from being around a bunch of High school girls isn’t always the best to have. So being in my I-am-queen-shit mood I walk up to her and made one or three slightly obnoxious remarks- and she hit me. The little bitch hit me. The both of us threw a few punches but in the end got dragged off in different directions. Thanks to whoever that guy was, anyway. There’s history between me and Naomi that some people don’t know. Way back when, she did something that I wasn’t down with, and I didn’t stand up for myself like I should have. Now, she’s giving John lip because he and I are friends. So before you go around and blame this entirely on me calling me an unhinged bitch, get your facts straight. And lastly I say- major love goes to Li. I love this girl, she knows I’ve got her back, and in turn she’s got mine. --Drumming her fingers on her chin, she dropped a hand down to the mouse, and hit the update button. In a calmer mood than she would have expected herself to be, she kicked off her black Adidas sandals and hung her head off the side of the bed, making faces at herself in the mirror. She sat up leaning onto her elbows and glancing around her room. Standing up, she slipped her sandals back on, pulled a black sweater over her head with the words THE EARLY NOVEMBER printed in gold on the back, and stopped in front of the dry erase board on the door. She picked up a green marker and began to scribble on the board Mia-. Went for a walk. Be back around 10:15. Love, Kay. Closing the cap of the marker, she paced it down from where she had picked it up, and walked out of her room, shutting the door quietly behind her-- 13 drop it like its hot

[18 Jun 2003|10:52pm] [ mood | shitty ] [ music | She Hates Me- Puddle of Mudd ] -- Kaley dropped a small white gym bag in the enterance to her room and collapsed on the bed a few steps ahead. Why I still do gymnastics I will never fully understand -- She took a sip of the water bottle that sat on her nightstand, and returned it to its place. Pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, she achingly sat up and pulled the small white laptop from beside her bed. Feeling slightly stressed, she twisted the ring around her finger like wild, a new nervous habit she had developed while she waited for her computer to boot up.-- Such a fine day it turned out to be, eh? Hmm... wait a minute- today blew. How is it that I can wake up in such a good mood, and then end up... well, like I am now. I started off my morning by spilling coffee all over the front seat of my car. I was late to three classes, in which I now have three detentions, (not like I'll show up, but thats not the point) I find out that my brother and the underage bitch that he knocked up are coming for a dandy little visit, and even better-- in order to obtain this information I had to make a lovely visit to my BEST FRIEND LICK TANNINGS! Then, to top my day off, I met Deryck's sister. I'm pretty confident that she's not feelin' me... I dont even feel like getting into it. So, cheers to a great day Kaley! -- Exhaling loudly, she rolled her mouse over the update journal button, and smacked her finger on the left clicker. She bit on her nails for a moment before falling back onto her bed, and pulling a pillow over her head.-- 6 drop it like its hot

She jumped the bandwagon. [17 Jun 2003|10:01pm] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | Giving Up On Love- The Ataris ] So sad, so sad. Kaley jumped the ( bandwagon ) 13 drop it like its hot

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? [17 Jun 2003|09:54am] [ mood | mischievous ] [ music | Sponge Bob Square Pants ] Another eventful night. This time we did something ridiculous, immature, and very illegal. Der has been kind of pissed off at Stanton, and I guess my suggesting to TP his house wasn't the most logical thing for me to do. We did it anyway, though. Twelve rolls of toilet paper. It was the funniest thing that I've done in a long time. Some lights turned on in his house and we ran for dear life. I'm evil and meniacal... and it turns you on. 10 drop it like its hot

[16 Jun 2003|10:58pm] [ mood | nauseated ] One thing that I'll never understand is why you care so much about what other people think. I love you, Der. You know that. I love you like I have never loved another person in my life. If you were standing next to my sister on a pair or railroad tracks and I only had time to save one of you... lets not even go there. You may sit there and say that you're not good enough for me. But, you know what? I sit in my room at night and wonder how it is a person like me landed a knockout like you. You're funny, romantic, adorable, sweet, caring, and my best friend in the entire world. It doesnt bother you that I cry during everything from Little Nicky to Disney Commercials, that I have the mouth of a sailor, or that I'm a compulsive shopaholic. If I had the opportunity, I would marry you tomorrow because I am absolutely positive that you are the first person that I want to see when I wake up every morning. Deryck, all I want is for you to be happy. I thought it would be me, but if its not, its not. I'll understand if you want to break up with me because you're sick of my shit. Hell, I'd even say it was about time you caught on But dont you ever say you're not good enough. 1 drop it like its hot

Fireman for sale. [16 Jun 2003|11:05am] [ mood | speachless ] [ music | All the other girls snoring. ] EDIT Its so like me to fuck up the best thing thats ever happened to me. But I'll tell you one thing, he's out of his fucking MIND if he thinks I'm letting him get away from me. 8 drop it like its hot

I found a dream that I could speak to [15 Jun 2003|08:58pm] [ mood | thankful ] [ music | At Last- Etta James ] I really consider myself lucky to have the father that I do. My Dad is a lawyer, I never saw much of him unless he was sitting behind a newspaper at the kitchen table, or walking through the living room on a cell phone. But he was there. There were times ( rarely, but they existed ) that he would be sitting on the couch, watching football like a normal parent. I find myself blessed as fuck that I have a Dad, and one that’s not so bad. I called him this afternoon. You know, Happy Fathers Day, yadda yadda yadda. Telling my parents about Deryck isn’t something I really felt like doing over the phone, so I told him that I wanted to come home next weekend, bring someone home with me, and tell them something. I’m so anxious to see what they think of Deryck. I scanned a picture of him, and sent it to my sister Gracie, just to see what she thought that my Dad would say ( she’s a little older than me, so she’s gone through the whole bring your boyfriend home thing. ) She told me exactly what I had expected. My Mom will hate him the second he walks through the door because he’s a walking, talking tattoo. But the second he starts talking, she’s going to be hugging him, and kissing him, and crying because she’ll love him. My Dad will find him absolutely amusing, he’ll ask him a million questions, tell him a million stupid jokes, then launch into a million of my embarrassing stories. This should be a wild ride. And the ring… I love it that everyone comes running up, pulling at my hand, and screaming LEMME SEE ( IT! )Its beautiful, and I love it, but I would love it just as much if it had come out of a 25-cent machine. Getting back to the real world… whoa. Some weekend it has been. I thoroughly believe that I am the only female left on this campus that has not exchanged sexual favors for a good grade in Mr. Stanton’s class. What the fuck is going on in this school? I was in the office last night because I was trying to switch out of my art class, Stanton was coming out of the teachers lounge and we got to talking. He got me the slip that I needed, but I found it a bit overstepping his boundaries as a teacher ( and an adult ) to be putting the moves on a seventeen year old female student. Makes me sick. Josh apologized last night; we met up in the courtyard. I really really missed him. A lot of shit went down between the two of us, but I always felt that there was something about Josh that made me feel like I could trust him with anything I had to say. He’s had a hell of a day, and I want him to know that I’m here for him, no matter what. But at the end of the night, I went back to muffin’s room and made me $100. I WON IT FAIR AND SQUARE, DON’T HATE. I bet him $100 that he couldn’t keep his hands off me for a half hour… he cracked after six minutes. Burn. Kaley is sexy like whoa. [ *coughSOMEONESgotAnewLAYOUT*cough* ] 7 drop it like its hot

[14 Jun 2003|12:40pm] [ mood | grateful ] -She had been awake for a little while, sitting in bed watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. Leaning over, she planted a small kiss on his forehead and climbed out of the bed. A pair of smiley face boxers sat on the floor, she leaned down pulling them up over her slim tan thighs, followed by a black Ataris t-shirt. She stretched her arms out and walked into the kitchen. Yanking open the refrigerator door, she pulled out the bacon, a carton of eggs, milk, and a few other things to make breakfast. Twenty minutes later she bounced around the kitchen forking pancakes into her mouth while singing along with Good Charlotte on the radio. Finishing the contents of her plate, she hopped up on the couch playing air guitar. As the song ended, she climbed down off the couch, sitting down at Deryck’s computer desk, logging into her journal twisting the ring on her left index finger- It’s amazing what he does to me, how he still gives me butterflies. How a simple ring can make you feel like you’ve just won the lotto. It wasn’t quite a proposal, but a promise. He knew exactly what to say. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. Someday I’m going to marry him, I want to get old and senile with him, but I’m glad that he understands that I am only seventeen. There are a million things that I haven’t gotten to see and do. But I look forward to waking up next to him every day until the end of forever. My friends… my friends are going to think I’ve gone off the deep end. They all think he’s lunatic, but that’s just another thing that I love about him. I’ve never been one to give much notice to the opinions of others, unless I want them. I want to bring him home one weekend to meet my parents. My Dad will get a kick out of him; my Dad loves everyone. I know exactly how my Mom will be. At first she’s going to hate him only because he looks so rough and tough skater-man. But she’ll warm up and fall in love with him just like I did. -She twirled around on the computer chair, before tapping a small manicured finger on the mouse hitting ‘update.’ Standing up, she walked back into the bedroom, and laid down on the bed- [ now, what is this I see? A new layout? *gasp* Me thinks it is. I would like to publicly thank… myself heh ] 13 drop it like its hot

twenty one reasons [13 Jun 2003|02:03pm] [ mood | dorky ] Goodness. ( this ) is where boredom will lead you... 10 drop it like its hot

Now I'm dying 'cuz I let you [11 Jun 2003|11:50pm] [ mood | disappointed ] [ music | Cryin- Aerosmith ] -Books were piled up in several stacks, and numerous packets of worksheets were littered over the table. It was too late at night for her contacts, so the black frames that any person other than Mia rarely saw, were bridged on her nose. She flipped through the pages of one of the packets, highlighting random sentences, and adjusting the brim on her specs every few minutes. Her large green eyes were getting blurred with exhaustion, and she glanced around the room for a clock. 11:53. She looked over all the work she had done that night: every assignment completed well into the next week. The hours she spent answering the ridiculous questions relating to subjects she would never ever again in her life need to use were just an attempt at escaping all the thoughts that were mounting in her mind. All her books were placed back on the shelf, ( alphabetically, she’ll have you know ) and all her papers into folders, which were then placed neatly in her backpack. It was late, but she knew that she would be tossing and turning all night anyway; why not make something of her time and update her journal- Actions speak louder than words. You can say a million things to someone, but when you do the complete opposite thing its more of a stand out. Lets pretend for a minute that I wasn’t upset enough that he was out with JD getting high, but to kiss Gina? How can you say that it’s not a big deal? If I ever kissed another guy (an ex-boyfriend at that) he would go out and shoot the kid. Two days after we get back together, nonetheless. And I want to know why he told her he needs her. Is there something that I’m doing wrong as a girlfriend that would make you feel as if need to go elsewhere to find it? Sex is one thing. You can have sex, and it can not mean anything at all. Its an animal driven desire that encrypted into the mindset of people men. But kissing… there’s so much emotion that goes into kissing. I know he’s sorry, and I know he loves me, but that doesn’t make me feel any less deceived. -Her fingers trembled over the keys on the keyboard. She felt flooded with emotions, and the pain brought by past memories of being cheated on. That was enough. A soft sigh escaped from her lips as she finished cleaning up around her computer area, and shut down her laptop. Exhausted, yes, but it would be hours until her mind would give up and let her body fall asleep. Pulling one of his sweaters over her head, she opened the door, shutting it softly behind her. As she exited the front doors of Meridian, the fresh night air smacked into her face like a splash of water. The courtyard was empty; but of course it would be, anyone in their right mind was in their room about to go to sleep. She situated herself on the ground underneath a tree, and stared up into the sky counting off the stars.- 2 drop it like its hot

You came in with the breeze [09 Jun 2003|02:36pm] [ mood | loved ] [ music | Sunday Morning- No Doubt ] -The door swung open to her room, her mess of blonde locks yanked back into a high ponytail, and back in the school uniform she felt made her look like a runaway from a Britney Spears video. She dropped her bag on the table, and yanked open the doors to her closet. In a matter of minutes, she had situated herself on the couch, pajama clad, tapping away at her computer. - Now I know everyone’s first question is going to be why. But first, ask yourself this: If there was someone that you loved more than the waking world, and every single person in the universe hated them, would you love them any less? Answer: No. For Christ Sakes, he could be Fidel Castro, and I would still in love him more than Joanie loves Chachi. He’s made mistakes just like I have, and I’m willing to get over that because we’re only human; we’re going to fuck up a couple of times. I love him. I love everything about him. I love how his hair is blue; I love how he hates it when I call him cute; I love how he knows that every time he kisses my neck my knees turn to jello; I love how he lets me beat him up because I'm convinced I'm stronger than him; I love how he loves me no matter what I do or say. -A soft smile spread across her face, sighing slightly in relief at the sight of the picture of him that had found itself back in its rightful place on the dresser next to her bed. She hit the ‘update’ button, reached over and picked up the phone from the table dialing in his number. Pick up the phone… There was no answer, but she grinned just to hear his voice on the answering machine. She put the phone down on the cradle, laid back on the couch, and turned on the TV- 5 drop it like its hot

jet lagged [07 Jun 2003|04:26pm] [ mood | jet lagged ] -The door swung open to the dormitory she hadn't been in in a week. She lugged in that seemed to be twice the size it was originally, and dropped it on the floor next to her bed. Mia didn't seem to be around their room, so she questioned what to do next. Taking a seat on the couch, she picked up the remote to the stereo, and let the sound of Matchbox 20 fill the air. She layed back on the couch for a minute, finding herself bored very easily. Picking up her laptop, she hit the power switch, and bit on her nails while she waited for it to boot up- While it would have been nice to stay in Jamaica forever, vacations do have to end, and school does have to start. Besides, Mia wouldnt have lasted much longer without me. I see all these new faces around campus, and it reminds me of my first week here. Not knowing anyone, spending your first couple of days wandering around introducing yourself to anyone that will stand still long enough for you to say hi. I thought I'd give myself the last two days of vacation to make some of those people feel not so alone. So, short synapsis- Welcome me home. 10 drop it like its hot

ooc [05 Jun 2003|05:08pm] [ mood | cheerful ] ( ooc ) 7 drop it like its hot

Its probably too late [04 Jun 2003|10:48am] [ mood | drained ] [ music | My All- Mariah Carey ] I thought it over. I weighed all the reasons to stay against the reasons to go, and I came to one final conclusion... my scale is broken. There are a million reasons to go, and maybe three reasons to stay. But I'm staying. Why? When I figure it out I'll let you know. I've completely fucked everything up with Josh, and now he probably hates me. I couldn't really blame him for it. If I asked someone to fly to Jamaica to hang out with them, come, despite the fact of not actually hanging out with them for two days and then they wanted to leave... I guess I'd be upset too. But I dont think that I would have really left. Things in the last two days have been hell. My vacation is falling apart, but I'm staying here. Its probably too late, but I hope he'll stay too. 16 drop it like its hot

It's all falling to shit. [03 Jun 2003|10:23pm] [ mood | aggravated ] The first two days were amazing... and thats it. I dont think I want to stay until Saturday. Theres too much going on, I thought I could handle it. I'm giving this Jamaica thing 24 hours. If I can't find a reason to stay, I'm going back to Dover... I dunno, I'll clean my room for the new year or something. I sit around and watch Lixi have fun with whoever she's around, watch Tate laughing and being goofy and adorable, watch Cal & Aidan just be in love with one another, and I wonder: right now... why aren't I feeling that way? It's Jamaica for Christ sake. Vacation. I'm out of school, and I'm in paradise with the greatest people in the world. So whats missing? EDIT! You know, one thing I will spend my entire life trying to figure out is men, and how they function. How someone can fly to Jamaica to spend their goddamn vacation with you, and never be around. Then get pissed off when you want to go home because they're not doing anything to make you want to stay. Where have you been? Tell me. I want to know, because what you've shown me in the last couple of days is the shit thats got me ready to pack my shit and get the fuck out of here. There are too many things that you just dont understand. 36 drop it like its hot

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