dear tiffany,
like i said, i would dedicate a blog to you. i’ve had a kazillion tons of fun today.
- soggy. feet.
- washing dishes
- eating. a lot.
- going to a bball game because there was nothing else to do
- it didn’t happen
- stressing about sending scores in
- your new laptop
- christmas songs
- watery alfredo pasta
- how big is your portion?
- your maddddd piano skills
- curling hair fun
- skip the song. i’m tired of listening to it.
- you and your childhood
i guess it’s time to give you feedback. i just did! OK. I KNOW I KNOW.
“you’re not going home till you give me feedback.” gee. thanks.
so, some people have seen my fantabulous dancing skills.
i love music
+
i love car rides
= i love dancing like dancing in the car.
DAMN STRAIGHT I DANCE LIKE DANCING IN THE CAR.
not A metro station,
not THE metro station,
but METRO STATION! THE BAND.
holy smokes. i love this band. they make me wanna dancedancedancedance. even during times of UC apps.
“now if she does it like this,
will you do it like that?
now if she touches like this,
will you touch her like that?
now if she moves it like this,
will you move it like that?
come on!
SHAKESHAKE SHAKESHAKE UH SHAKE IT!”
”i’d swim the ocean for you
the ocean for you
whoa, oh kelsey
and i’d swim the ocean for you
swim the ocean for you
whoa, oh kelsey
yeah.”
kiddies, how could you NOT?
GOAL FOR THE NIGHT //
9.35 pm
10.00 pm
10.10 pm
MUHMUHMIDNIGHT.
I FINISHED AT 1.47 AM.
DAMN STRAIGHT, BITCH.
seriously. i need to drive. i’ve pushed it for a reallllllly long time now.
- i got my pink slip at the end of soph year, but i was only 15. i needed to be 15 1/2. PUSH.
- i was 15 1/2 in sept of jr year, but i was involved in fall show. PUSH.
- fall show was in november, but i was involved in dinner theatre in december and in the spring musical until march. PUSH.
- i was studying for cascades of exams and tests until may. PUSH.
- all i wanted to do in june was chill. PUSH.
- i had summer school during the summer. PUSH.
- i went on vaca various various and random random times until august. PUSH.
- dinner theatre rehearsals till october. PUSH.
- college apps. PUSH.
ohkay. after college apps, get a permit and get a job. i can do this.
according to sam chan (7:34:52 PM): i can see this whole interrelated concept … no car = no hang out = no girls = no fun = emo
GREAT.
i need to be more brave. perhaps not braver than bravehart, but at least braver than the cowardly lion in the wizard of oz. i need to take more risks and be more free with myself. whenever people cut in front of me, i always complain, but i never actually do anything about it. if someone leaves when i don’t want them to, i don’t have enough courage to extend my hand to grab theirs to tell them to stay. nor do i have the gall to scream out someone’s name to come back. i am not brave at all, but i need to be daring. maybe not a daredevil, but at least better than a double dog dare. it’s been a few weeks since the shot heard around the world hit my heart, and i’m doing pretty fantabulous. but, what can i do. all is in the puhpuhpastpastpastpast (echoechoecho). however, i still hear these echoes. and they whisper such sad tidings in my ear. BUT. i will bravehart and double dog dare anyone. i guess it’s time to buy myself a new shirt. but not now. not yet. i’ve only realized.
i should have grabbed your hand.
i should have yelled your name.
such is so.
that is this.
but you are there and not here.
i am reminded of these things everyday. not only memories from my own mind, but things shared. things copy pasted and sent. overall, i think everyone needs to have bigger bal… guts! if no one is willing to make that first move, then people, get comfy, because no one’s going anywhere. forget rejection. i know it hurts. believe me. i feel ya. but, that shouldn’t stop us from trying. don’t use your toes to check the water. SCREW PNEUMONIA. JUMP IN.
Filed under: bored and procrastinating, hatorade, things to do, ughhh stress
all the stuff i had on that other list is STILL on my to-do list. i didn’t start ANY of my hw. but, i’m not worried. i KNOW i’ll get it done… eventually. my mom doesn’t think so though. she constantly pesters me about finishing and doing my homework right here and now. she’s a door-opening nazi. it’ll suddenly get quiet in my room (althought my itunes are playing) and i know she’s standing by my door. i used to have bells on my door that rung everytime someone opened the door, but they kept falling, so i took them off. oh yeah and another thing. she ALWAYS catches me facebooking, blogging, or iming. like COME ON. you only catch at bad moments, but TRUST ME. i’ll get my work done one way or another. she says that it was a mistake putting a computer in my room, but COME ON. i NEED a computer to do my hw! oh yeah. and the whole itunesplayingwhilestudyinghindersyoufromcompletinganything belief. what if i work faster with music? what then? actually, i really DO work faster con musica. so. HA. flippin ridonkulous.
she opened the door again.
i’m blogging.
now, where are those damn bells?
i love you. i love you sales, deals, and steals. i spent mucho. but it was worth it, in my eyes. i was only supposta spend $100, but that’s kinda impossible, RIGHT? i was out after 1 store. anyways. i had fun, but i crashed as soon as i got home. come on kids. 7a-9p. that’s pretty intense.
as i text almost a kazillion people this morning, i realize that i have great friends that have stood by me throughout my entire life. in addition, i realize that i should try to talk to my relatives more often. i’m at my aunt’s house blogging right now, and i realize that there’s nothing better than family. they’ll laugh with you, give you fortune cookie advice, and take as many pictures as you want with you. so. i’m thankful for anything, everything, and everyone. i hope you are too.
do you know what makes my day? all the little things. no matter what it is, i feel that it’s the little things that count the most. they’re like…
- the surprises that you find at the bottom of your cereal box
- a high five
- a smile
- a wave
- a walking posse
- someone saying that they liked your blog
- a simple talk about how their day was
- laughing about the most random things
- linking arms with someone and walking around
- swinging as high as you can
- sitting in a car and talking (or not)
- the windows rolled down while you’re driving
- the tea that warms your entire self when you drink it
- folding hearts and stars
- getting rides home
- telling small secrets
- texting when you’re right next to each other
- ranting with a friend
- walking slower because of a friend’s limping
- playing with sticky legos
- sharing and getting prizes for those tickets you’ve kept since you were nine
- working together to get those tickets
it’s the little things that make everything worthwhile. they’re like the last firework you wait to see the entire morning, afternoon, and all night.
