I get really fucking weird at this time of night. Like, I'm usually weird, but...at this time, I'm like, "Holy shit, throw that chick in the looney bin!" It's just...weird.
Also, I get really deep and introspective. Haha. I just wrote this long, self-observant note on facebook about how I never follow through on shit that I get excited for. It's really sad. But the point is, it's probably my best writing. Which means, if I ever want to pursue a career in writing, I'll simply have to become nocturnal.
I think I'm weirder on here than anywhere else. Mainly because only one person reads this, haha. I'm also more open here because, well, only one person reads this shit. Which is really a creative waste. I write all my best shit on here and...only one person fucking reads it. What the fuck.
By the way, I also cuss a lot at this time of night.
It's...late. I'm going to bed now.
Goooooooooooood night (morning)!
Love always,
Karaline
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Special, One-Time-Only Second Blog!
BOYS.
So, it's been made clear that boys happen sometimes. More often than not, it usually sucks when they do happen. But don't give up hope!! There ARE some good guys in this world! I'm not sure if you have to look for them or if they come to you on their own, but eventually, the women of the world will actually fall in love with the right one and the whole 'boy' thing will not be made of fail.
This said, I have fallen for the right boy. It was just the wrong time and now I'm pissed because prom is another wrong time. I can't make him wait for four years, though. That's a fact of life. He doesn't know what he wants and I probably don't either. I may think I do, but I still have a lot of growing up to do. That goes for every girl my age. He might be perfect now, but remember: love is blind. Don't go looking for faults, but don't pretend they don't exist. I could've told plenty of girls that the guy they liked was really just a two-faced ass, or not even worth their time. I can't say so now, 'cause it would hurt their feelings. Somehow I think the girls I have in mind will know who they are when they read this, though.
A hermit crab can change its shell, but it can't change the fact that it's still a crab and has scary pincers and claws.
Yes, I did just liken boys to hermit crabs. 'Cause let's face it. Boys are. They are semi-aquatic organisms who grow out of shells (read: girls), throw them away, and obtain new ones.
I would like to think that girls are never semi-aquatic organisms, but that would be just as stupid as saying that a boy has no faults. But usually, girls are like...cats. Graceful, adorable, and finicky. One minute we'll be purring against your chest, the next we're scratching your eyes out. But we'll look fabulous while we're doing it, which is much more of a task than you might believe it to be.
This wasn't actually supposed to be a rant on boys and girls. It was supposed to be a rant about falling victim to the opposite sex. I believe in love and I believe that there are good boys and girls out there. I just don't believe that at the age of seventeen you can get so hung up on the opposite sex that you're completely crushed when they claw your eyes out/change their shell. It's to be expected at this age. I don't want to seem harsh and I know I obsessed for a while when my heart was 'broken', but we all have to move on. Life does not end here. Don't let one boy/girl stop you from living your life to the fullest.
Life won't end unless you let it. Remember that, please.
Endless love,
Karaline (I might as well just come out and say my real name, since Lucy already has. :P)
So, it's been made clear that boys happen sometimes. More often than not, it usually sucks when they do happen. But don't give up hope!! There ARE some good guys in this world! I'm not sure if you have to look for them or if they come to you on their own, but eventually, the women of the world will actually fall in love with the right one and the whole 'boy' thing will not be made of fail.
This said, I have fallen for the right boy. It was just the wrong time and now I'm pissed because prom is another wrong time. I can't make him wait for four years, though. That's a fact of life. He doesn't know what he wants and I probably don't either. I may think I do, but I still have a lot of growing up to do. That goes for every girl my age. He might be perfect now, but remember: love is blind. Don't go looking for faults, but don't pretend they don't exist. I could've told plenty of girls that the guy they liked was really just a two-faced ass, or not even worth their time. I can't say so now, 'cause it would hurt their feelings. Somehow I think the girls I have in mind will know who they are when they read this, though.
A hermit crab can change its shell, but it can't change the fact that it's still a crab and has scary pincers and claws.
Yes, I did just liken boys to hermit crabs. 'Cause let's face it. Boys are. They are semi-aquatic organisms who grow out of shells (read: girls), throw them away, and obtain new ones.
I would like to think that girls are never semi-aquatic organisms, but that would be just as stupid as saying that a boy has no faults. But usually, girls are like...cats. Graceful, adorable, and finicky. One minute we'll be purring against your chest, the next we're scratching your eyes out. But we'll look fabulous while we're doing it, which is much more of a task than you might believe it to be.
This wasn't actually supposed to be a rant on boys and girls. It was supposed to be a rant about falling victim to the opposite sex. I believe in love and I believe that there are good boys and girls out there. I just don't believe that at the age of seventeen you can get so hung up on the opposite sex that you're completely crushed when they claw your eyes out/change their shell. It's to be expected at this age. I don't want to seem harsh and I know I obsessed for a while when my heart was 'broken', but we all have to move on. Life does not end here. Don't let one boy/girl stop you from living your life to the fullest.
Life won't end unless you let it. Remember that, please.
Endless love,
Karaline (I might as well just come out and say my real name, since Lucy already has. :P)
Three Parts Today
I haven't been on here for a while. Actually, I was a few days after my last post, but my power went out and I lost everything that I'd typed (which was a lot), so I gave up and didn't try to rewrite it all.
Aside from that, I've been pretty busy. There have been prom things, end-of-the-year projects, family members, parties, award ceremonies, and a lot of disappointment and laughter. But all of that doesn't matter anymore. Because one of my random mind babies is actually going to stay out of the EBO and grow up to be a well-developed mind child with a good, determined core.
In short, I am creating a vlog. It's not just me, either. It's Teresa, Jenelle, Lucy, possibly Claire, and me. You see, three of us are leaving for the East coast and the other two are going to commit suicide without us to entertain them on a daily basis (or vice versa). Therefore the Five West Coast Girls was born! Each of us will take a weekday and make a 2-4 minute long vlog about our day/week/weekend/latest obsession/latest irritance/etc. We'll post on the same youtube account and be able to keep in touch while we're away from each other for four years.
They say the average high school graduate only stays in contact with two of their high school friends.
I say nay.
I will stay in contact with FOUR of them.
Suck it, national standard.
Ahem. In other news, I have finished watching vlogbrothers! Yes, that's right! I watched an entire years' worth of video blogs and it only took me two months (give or take a week or two) to do it in! I think I should get a nerdfighter award. Or I should contribute to some cause to decrease worldsuck....Oh wait! I AM! I'm bringing in a huge bag of recyclables to my English teacher tomorrow and all the proceeds go to an organization called DUH, who will then use the money to sponsor impoverished children in third world countries! How awesome is that?! I'm so excited!
Part 3: Grad party!
My family and I have reached a general agreement that my Harry Potter Grad Party will commence on the 13th of June! We will have Quidditch, food, butterbeer, cookies, other desserts, a group rendition of 'Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock', and maybe a wrock concert from Marked As His Equal (I have yet to ask him if he's available and how much he'll want to be paid for a show). Reesa and I will be decorating invitations throughout the week and sending them out to all the invitees. You will either be in Slytherin or Gryffindor (prepare to be pwned by the green and silver if your invitation is red and gold) for Quidditch, so come prepared to play. Brooms will be provided. :)
I think that's about it. I have to go write a screen-play for government now, so...adieu!
Love always,
Kat
Aside from that, I've been pretty busy. There have been prom things, end-of-the-year projects, family members, parties, award ceremonies, and a lot of disappointment and laughter. But all of that doesn't matter anymore. Because one of my random mind babies is actually going to stay out of the EBO and grow up to be a well-developed mind child with a good, determined core.
In short, I am creating a vlog. It's not just me, either. It's Teresa, Jenelle, Lucy, possibly Claire, and me. You see, three of us are leaving for the East coast and the other two are going to commit suicide without us to entertain them on a daily basis (or vice versa). Therefore the Five West Coast Girls was born! Each of us will take a weekday and make a 2-4 minute long vlog about our day/week/weekend/latest obsession/latest irritance/etc. We'll post on the same youtube account and be able to keep in touch while we're away from each other for four years.
They say the average high school graduate only stays in contact with two of their high school friends.
I say nay.
I will stay in contact with FOUR of them.
Suck it, national standard.
Ahem. In other news, I have finished watching vlogbrothers! Yes, that's right! I watched an entire years' worth of video blogs and it only took me two months (give or take a week or two) to do it in! I think I should get a nerdfighter award. Or I should contribute to some cause to decrease worldsuck....Oh wait! I AM! I'm bringing in a huge bag of recyclables to my English teacher tomorrow and all the proceeds go to an organization called DUH, who will then use the money to sponsor impoverished children in third world countries! How awesome is that?! I'm so excited!
Part 3: Grad party!
My family and I have reached a general agreement that my Harry Potter Grad Party will commence on the 13th of June! We will have Quidditch, food, butterbeer, cookies, other desserts, a group rendition of 'Voldemort Can't Stop the Rock', and maybe a wrock concert from Marked As His Equal (I have yet to ask him if he's available and how much he'll want to be paid for a show). Reesa and I will be decorating invitations throughout the week and sending them out to all the invitees. You will either be in Slytherin or Gryffindor (prepare to be pwned by the green and silver if your invitation is red and gold) for Quidditch, so come prepared to play. Brooms will be provided. :)
I think that's about it. I have to go write a screen-play for government now, so...adieu!
Love always,
Kat
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Prom Court
Found out today that I'm one of six girls in the running for Prom Queen. How crazy is that? Like, I've never been nominated for anything like this before. Ever. And now I can't help but be excited for prom. I'm not saying that I wasn't before, but now it's like, wow, I might actually have a good reason to go (aside from a prom night stand that may or may not happen, haha). The point is, I'm excited for prom now. I'm getting my dress in for alterations on Thursday, also the day of the spring concert, and I should have it back next week.
Some people think I've waited too long to get my dress altered. I say nay. I think I was smart in doing so because I've gained 15 pounds of muscle since I first tried on the dress. All I have to do is stay the same shape and size for a couple weeks and my dress will fit perfectly. What now, all you girls who are dieting to get back to the weight you were when you got your dresses altered? My procrastination has actually paid off this time! Yayyyyyyy! :D
So, yesterday, I said I'd finish writing about Brandon's love letter to me. I'm lazy, though, so I'm just going to copy and paste it in here.
"I feel really awkward writing this but here it goes...
I am sorry for what I did and obviously I want to apologize. I broke up with you for reason and without first talking to you. I knew even before I did it that it was a stupid and irrational thing to do and I cannot forgive myself for it.
When I got your letter a shit load of things went through my mind, and, seeing as how I was raised pessimistic, they were all negative. First thing I was thinking was the fact that you had given me a letter and not talked to me (didn't factor in the cold and that still kills me) and that made me feel like you didn't care. Second thing were the answers. The way that I read them was in a negative way (obviously) and in the mind set that you didn't care whatsoever.
I still cannot believe that I did it and am still in shock. I have yet to even think of an excuse that would make any of it more sensible or sane.
I am sure you have moved on and couldn't give a flying fuck about me anymore after all that but I must say that I have not lived a day without thinking about what an ass I was and how stupid I was to break up with you. I know that I will never get you back but would give anything for a chance at such a thing.
I loved you then
I love you now,
I think of you
and yet somehow,
I did you wrong
and made you cry
so here alone
I lay and die.
(I don't write poetry and yet I made that up on the spot =p...sorry enough fucking around)
Again I wanted to say that I am sorry and that I don't know why I did what I did other than the fact that I was paranoid and took simple things too far.
Thanks for reading this (if you did...wouldn't blame you for not) and I hope to hear back from you with any sort of response in any way shape or form.
Love,
Brandon"
I think it's funny how he assumed that I cried. *snort*
I then received a text message reading, "Would you please reply the the message I sent you on myspace?"
First of all, replying was optional on my part. Second, no, I'm not going to reply. Not now, at least. Stop being a selfish ass. I was actually going to plan out a nice, long letter explaining why you should get over me because there's no way in hell I would ever go back to you. You're an assfuck with an ego and a small dick. Get over yourself. You're not that fucking smart.
Okay, so that was a short letter and you would probably hate me. Which is what I want, right? But then again, I'm nonconfrontational.
I'll send that letter after I'm safely on the other side of the country. :)
I'm exhausted and coming down with a cold, so I'm going to bed now. Good night, loves!
Some people think I've waited too long to get my dress altered. I say nay. I think I was smart in doing so because I've gained 15 pounds of muscle since I first tried on the dress. All I have to do is stay the same shape and size for a couple weeks and my dress will fit perfectly. What now, all you girls who are dieting to get back to the weight you were when you got your dresses altered? My procrastination has actually paid off this time! Yayyyyyyy! :D
So, yesterday, I said I'd finish writing about Brandon's love letter to me. I'm lazy, though, so I'm just going to copy and paste it in here.
"I feel really awkward writing this but here it goes...
I am sorry for what I did and obviously I want to apologize. I broke up with you for reason and without first talking to you. I knew even before I did it that it was a stupid and irrational thing to do and I cannot forgive myself for it.
When I got your letter a shit load of things went through my mind, and, seeing as how I was raised pessimistic, they were all negative. First thing I was thinking was the fact that you had given me a letter and not talked to me (didn't factor in the cold and that still kills me) and that made me feel like you didn't care. Second thing were the answers. The way that I read them was in a negative way (obviously) and in the mind set that you didn't care whatsoever.
I still cannot believe that I did it and am still in shock. I have yet to even think of an excuse that would make any of it more sensible or sane.
I am sure you have moved on and couldn't give a flying fuck about me anymore after all that but I must say that I have not lived a day without thinking about what an ass I was and how stupid I was to break up with you. I know that I will never get you back but would give anything for a chance at such a thing.
I loved you then
I love you now,
I think of you
and yet somehow,
I did you wrong
and made you cry
so here alone
I lay and die.
(I don't write poetry and yet I made that up on the spot =p...sorry enough fucking around)
Again I wanted to say that I am sorry and that I don't know why I did what I did other than the fact that I was paranoid and took simple things too far.
Thanks for reading this (if you did...wouldn't blame you for not) and I hope to hear back from you with any sort of response in any way shape or form.
Love,
Brandon"
I think it's funny how he assumed that I cried. *snort*
I then received a text message reading, "Would you please reply the the message I sent you on myspace?"
First of all, replying was optional on my part. Second, no, I'm not going to reply. Not now, at least. Stop being a selfish ass. I was actually going to plan out a nice, long letter explaining why you should get over me because there's no way in hell I would ever go back to you. You're an assfuck with an ego and a small dick. Get over yourself. You're not that fucking smart.
Okay, so that was a short letter and you would probably hate me. Which is what I want, right? But then again, I'm nonconfrontational.
I'll send that letter after I'm safely on the other side of the country. :)
I'm exhausted and coming down with a cold, so I'm going to bed now. Good night, loves!
Monday, May 12, 2008
Dear Lord, He Became a Poet for Me
Yes, that's right. My dumbass ex-boyfriend wrote me a poem about how he still loves me. WTF. Why are boys so...stupid?
I seriously can't WAIT to go back East. New boys, new atmosphere, new drama, new memories, new friends. It'll be a fucking relief. That is, if I can last that long.
So, here's basically what's been happening:
I've rediscovered feelings for an old flame and I realized that's why all my relationships have been fucked up. I'm still desperately in love with this guy. It helped that Trent was ignoring my existence for over a month so I could figure all this out and it made it a lot easier to break up with him after he finally started talking to me again. Yes, that's right. We're done. And I'm proud to say that I did the dumping this time. I took the initiative and it's been a weight off my shoulders. He didn't have a backbone anyways.
That was Wednesday last week. Before that, my computer's C drive got fried from, like, a zillion viruses and I lost EVERYTHING. Except pictures and my shared music. Which means, I lost all my wizard rock, sims, sims downloads, stories, assignments, emails, and iTunes. It sucks. And then my dad's IQ dropped and he gave me a 20 gig C drive to replace my 150 gig one. Umm...not gonna work. My sims takes up 18 gigs. Yeah. I don't have room for anything.
I'm going to go now and edit my Hamlet video. I'll finish this later with a copy of DBEWMB's poem. :P
I seriously can't WAIT to go back East. New boys, new atmosphere, new drama, new memories, new friends. It'll be a fucking relief. That is, if I can last that long.
So, here's basically what's been happening:
I've rediscovered feelings for an old flame and I realized that's why all my relationships have been fucked up. I'm still desperately in love with this guy. It helped that Trent was ignoring my existence for over a month so I could figure all this out and it made it a lot easier to break up with him after he finally started talking to me again. Yes, that's right. We're done. And I'm proud to say that I did the dumping this time. I took the initiative and it's been a weight off my shoulders. He didn't have a backbone anyways.
That was Wednesday last week. Before that, my computer's C drive got fried from, like, a zillion viruses and I lost EVERYTHING. Except pictures and my shared music. Which means, I lost all my wizard rock, sims, sims downloads, stories, assignments, emails, and iTunes. It sucks. And then my dad's IQ dropped and he gave me a 20 gig C drive to replace my 150 gig one. Umm...not gonna work. My sims takes up 18 gigs. Yeah. I don't have room for anything.
I'm going to go now and edit my Hamlet video. I'll finish this later with a copy of DBEWMB's poem. :P
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