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:: 2007 25 February :: 8.30 pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: Can't let it go - Goo Goo Dolls

Disappearing Act
Kelly and I were talking, and then he just left! He didn't even say goodbye, and I don't know where he went. I'm sad now. I hope the psycho gets back on before I leave -_-


Edit: He came back!! It was the weather, it ate his internet

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:: 2007 25 February :: 5.52 pm
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: Suicide is Painless - Mash theme

*delete*
UGH! I accidentally deleted my last update. I'm so sad. I didn't mean to:(
kind of makes me laugh though.. but then not at all.

I have to give reasons on the turkey carcasses from the contest tomorrow. Not looking forward to that at all, it's hard as hell memorizing all that shit. I better get good at it though, during real contests we only have like 6 minutes to place and memorize it. Ack.

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:: 2007 24 February :: 5.30 pm
:: Mood: cold/tired/stressed/sad/lonely
:: Music: My little cousins screaming/beating each other up

Mom and I ordered two chicken salads for supper last night, and we hit a squirrel on the way to get them. It was really sad. I wanted to like... fix it, but then it was dead so I couldn't. I had an emo moment after that.
And THEN I went to bed at like 2:30 even though I knew I had to wake up at 4:45 to get ready and go to Feyetteville, Arkansas for a Poultry Contest for FFA. Suckage. As soon as we got back and I got home, my cousin called and wanted to know if I could watch his two little kids. I've watched them once before, but this time they're really going to die. They are killing me! The sucky part is that they're so damn cute I don't want to get on to them, but they're needing it. They're beating the shit out of eachother and mouthing me really bad. It makes me sad because I don't want to get onto them so they don't hate me, but I don't want to let them think they can walk all the fuck over me. *sigh*
I want to talk to Kelly. He would make me smile and not care about sucking at poultry and psychotic children.

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:: 2007 23 February :: 9.10 am

Fuckin free day in Accounting. How fuckin rare is this? So rare that I had to use "fuckin" twice.

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:: 2007 21 February :: 4.00 pm
:: Mood: depressed
:: Music: 45 - Shinedown

I got the internets back after 7 days without. Woot.
... and then there was no more excitement in my life.
I do love Kelly though. That's some excitement in my life.

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:: 2007 16 February :: 8.46 am
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: Never Leave - Seether

So our second phone line that we use for the internet has passed away. I don't know what's wrong with it, and dad keeps "forgetting" to call the phone company. I'm becoming annoyed. I've not talked to Kelly since Tuesday night. That's just sad. I miss him!

Our play was yesterday. We sucked. The only person I communicate with during the play never got his lines memorized so he succeeded at making me look like a dumbass because he had specific things to say that made me say what I said and he didn't say them so I just looked like a dumbass who made up my part. I was very angry and upset because the judges killed me when they critiqued us. I cried a little but then I was like ok this is stupid, I'm going to go eat chinese food in a little bit, I don't need to cry so I sucked it up.... Sadly the food was lacking that day. It was definitly not very good.

Anyway, besides acquiring yet another strand of some awful cold/flu, that's all that's happened here lately.
What a boring life.

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:: 2007 14 February :: 9.45 am
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: Pain - 3 Days Grace

Happy Valentines Day Kelly!! I love you babe

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:: 2007 12 February :: 10.41 am
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart - HIM

It's raining, I have a headache, my throat hurts... I need to be with Kelly so he can snuggle with me because it's just one of those days.

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:: 2007 11 February :: 10.24 pm
:: Mood: annoyed/pissed off

*rant*
Our fucking washer broke. Dad was working on it and then just quit and left all the shit scattered around the bathroom. Well I went in there to take my shower, only to find this out. I go ask him if he could clean it up or at least get it out of my way and he gets all pissed and yelled at me, asking me why I couldn't just take a shower in the other bathroom. Well, all my face cleaning stuff and fucking soap isn't in the other bathroom and I don't feel like taking it all in there and then taking it back, when all I want to do is take a fucking shower and go to fucking bed. He grumbles and pushes past me to go clean it up I assumed.
I waited, went to my room, fixed my bed, took off my glasses, brushed my hair, and then figured I'd given him enough time so I go back in there... To find everything in the exact same place and him fucking working on it again. I am so completely pissed off at him. I just want a fucking shower.
I'm getting a cold, Kelly told me to take medicine before bed so I did and now I'm like on the verge of passing out I'm so fucking tired and Dad's busy being a fucking douche.

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:: 2007 11 February :: 7.05 pm
:: Mood: thirsty
:: Music: Hemorrhage (In My Hands) - Fuel

Busy, busy weekend
Friday - Maroon and Gray day for Spirit week. I had worn all my school-ey clothes Thursday, so Jo and I went and raided her closet. We came up with this FCCLA shirt that's maroon and gray, that fits repulsively, and an old cheerleading skirt from 5th grade. Yeah. 5th grade. I barely got it over my hips, but it worked if I wore it on my waist and not my hips. So I wore that over my blue jeans, which I rolled to capri's and traded my shoes in for my ag advisor's purple boots. I was so damn hot.
We decorated for Homecoming and made it look effing amazing. I was being a dumbass and warming up with the cheerleaders before the pep rally and they were talking about "tricks" and I was like oooh I can do a cartwheel and land in the splits. The douche's didn't believe me so I did it. I'm not telling them this, but I pulled a muscle in my ass. Very uncomfortable, but they were impressed.
Went home, got ready, came back up to school with my family blah blah blah. In the middle of the third quarter Tessi show's up and we leave (we lost though, by 3 points after being ahead the entire game. It sucked so bad). We went to Wal-Mart and dicked around for about an hour, headed home, went BACK to Wal-mart because she forgot shit for her brother. Went home and went to bed.

Saturday - I wake up at 5, shower and get ready, then we leave at 6:15 for Webb City. We get there just in time, but all sad because Sonic wasn't open to fill our belly's and we instead had to go to McDonalds. That was alright because I love the mcgriddle.
Go, take the test, head on to Arkansas. Yeah, I know, "What?! Arkansas...wtf?" -- We missed our exit some how and were heading straight to Bentenville. This was not ok. I had work at 2:00 and she had to go see her brother. We cut across the one-way and onto the other one-way to head back. We were such badasses... and also completely scared we'd get caught but WE DIDN'T!! It was awesome. So we get back and I work from 2:00-8:30. Then I go out with Tessi and we drink with this guy Matt, and make up rules for Drunken Uno. It was awesome. I got shitfaced within an hour and a half, alternating between chugging Evan Williams and Bacardi. We had to get up and go to church the next morning, so opposed to passing out dead at Matt's house, we opted to just head back to Tessi's.

Sunday - Get up with an AWFUL ASS hangover, eat a bottle of ibprofren (not really), shower and go to Tessi's church where the sermon is about nonother than the sin's involved in drinking. I shit you not. I felt very uncomfortable sitting through that sermon, and we hightailed it out of there right after the closing prayer. Ha.
Get home, talk to Kelly, leave to sleep but I never got to because mom made me watch 2 episodes of MythBusters with her, then the washer broke so I had to help dad work on it. We're going to have to get a new one I think. Suckage.

Anyway, that was my weekend. It was crazy, and it was fun. Definitly a lot of good memories.

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