No wait, I have to stop thinking about him! Ugh! Grr! Fine, here I go.
I forgot.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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Do you not understand what the title of this post is? Great! Neither do I. My feelings...I just feel so empty inside of me. Like there's some bomb inside my stomach that is ticking away and will soon blow up unexpectedly and make a hole. That's how I feel, and it's horrible. I don't know why I feel this way, but I do. Void...total emptiness, that's how my emotions feel like-upside down. A roller coaster, headed for disaster. Because: the roller coaster is going 100 miles per minute and there aren't any more tracks ahead. It's almost like my body will shut down and shatter into a million little pieces. And this is because of
OWEN
Christmastime
Hi, Bloggers and other people! Well, I have to say, I adore Christmas. (I realize this is really late to post it, but I've had a lot of things going on) Christmas was so nice this year, and especially this year because it was just me and my family. I mean, don't get me wrong; I love (<3) my grandparents to death, but sometimes it's nice spending time with the people you love most. That is cheesy, I know, but it's true! Think about it: If your family never wanted to be with you or always went out somewhere to hang out with other people, wouldn't you feel like crap? I just think it's nice to find a time where everyone is happy and cheerful. I mean, when my mom gets upset or angry, it's really hard to deal with it-she pushes all her bad moods on us and then blames us for things we haven't even done to her! But I guess you know the saying, right? "If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!" :) But still, she's my mom, and I love her dearly. Moms aren't supposed to be perfect, anyway, and neither are Dads, either! In fact, nobody is perfect, nothing is. We live in a perfect, imperfect world. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Muffin Attack
Muffin...
1. Attack
2. Panic
3. NO MORE!!!!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!!!! My favorite Chocolate-Chip muffins aren't sold anymore! What am I to do???? Oh, I want those muffins, crave them, NEED them!
1. Attack
2. Panic
3. NO MORE!!!!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!!!! My favorite Chocolate-Chip muffins aren't sold anymore! What am I to do???? Oh, I want those muffins, crave them, NEED them!
Well, maybe I can live without them...right? Right. =( (=
Owen
Today I just realized something:
As I finished breakfast (It was 9:30 at the time; I was exhausted that night) I came into the family room. It was just like it is always, maybe a tad more messy, perphaps, but nothing showed the sign of what was to come next.
I grabbed a blanket off the chair and sank down onto the couch.
"So" my mom said, a sly grin approaching her face, "what's this about this kid you're in love with? What's his name?"
My heart sank at that moment. I had already told her about a gazillion times, but I gave in. After beating around the bush for quite some time, I hadn't managed to shake her off, so I finally told her, "Owen."
"Oh" was all she said. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I decided that I wanted to leave this conversation. As I left the room, she added, "Who does he hang out with?"
I replied, "I don't really want to talk to you about it, okay?" I walked away, until she said, "come on Katie, really, just tell me who he hangs out with!"
"NO!" I shouted, and I closed my door. I was scared, angry, and sad all at the same time. I mean, I don't usually act like that, and then I just wished she would stop pestering me. I also knew that somewhere, deep down inside of me, that there was no possible way that he would ever like me, no matter how hard I could try. But I did realize something today:
Love isn't always easy to find, and even less so when it's trying to find you. But really, it will come. I believe it will...and I know, for a fact, that, someday, I'll find just what I'm looking for.
As I finished breakfast (It was 9:30 at the time; I was exhausted that night) I came into the family room. It was just like it is always, maybe a tad more messy, perphaps, but nothing showed the sign of what was to come next.
I grabbed a blanket off the chair and sank down onto the couch.
"So" my mom said, a sly grin approaching her face, "what's this about this kid you're in love with? What's his name?"
My heart sank at that moment. I had already told her about a gazillion times, but I gave in. After beating around the bush for quite some time, I hadn't managed to shake her off, so I finally told her, "Owen."
"Oh" was all she said. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I decided that I wanted to leave this conversation. As I left the room, she added, "Who does he hang out with?"
I replied, "I don't really want to talk to you about it, okay?" I walked away, until she said, "come on Katie, really, just tell me who he hangs out with!"
"NO!" I shouted, and I closed my door. I was scared, angry, and sad all at the same time. I mean, I don't usually act like that, and then I just wished she would stop pestering me. I also knew that somewhere, deep down inside of me, that there was no possible way that he would ever like me, no matter how hard I could try. But I did realize something today:
Love isn't always easy to find, and even less so when it's trying to find you. But really, it will come. I believe it will...and I know, for a fact, that, someday, I'll find just what I'm looking for.
The Magic of a #2 Ticonderoga pencil
Now you may be asking, "What the heck is the magic of a #2 Ticonderoga pencil?" And I'll answer it with:
1. With it, I learned how to write...it might just turn me into a famous author one day! (I really doubt this, but you never know, right?)
2. It is the only pencil that ever gets out of stock in stores like Staples, and the Office Depot.
3. When I am in school, that, to me, is the only pencil that most people seem to have.
4. It is the only pencil that doesn't break as soon as you sharpen it...hallelujah! (It's about time, too!)
5. Well, actually, I can't say as I know much more...
Now, what is the point of this list? To prove that the Ticonderoga pencil is not only a pencil. It is much more than that-it is magic.
1. With it, I learned how to write...it might just turn me into a famous author one day! (I really doubt this, but you never know, right?)
2. It is the only pencil that ever gets out of stock in stores like Staples, and the Office Depot.
3. When I am in school, that, to me, is the only pencil that most people seem to have.
4. It is the only pencil that doesn't break as soon as you sharpen it...hallelujah! (It's about time, too!)
5. Well, actually, I can't say as I know much more...
Now, what is the point of this list? To prove that the Ticonderoga pencil is not only a pencil. It is much more than that-it is magic.
Friday, December 10, 2010
In Tune
I just recently had my concert. A.K.A last night. I never really get dressed up to go to school, or at least, I don't really care that much, but as yesterday was one of my first Small Chorus concerts, I knew I needed to dress up. I mean, it's common manners, isn't it? Anyway, I dressed up in my purple dress, with black high-heeled shoes (YUCK!). For some weird reason, we don't need to do exercises with our voice, we just sing and it sounds good. But on our concert, we needed to do many tries of our songs to get it right, which bothered me greatly. I mean, we were supposed to sound good whenever we sung, whether we practiced or not, right? Well, anyway, I got this feeling our chorus teacher was disappointed with us, that we couldn't get it right the first time...but I couldn't blame him! I was disappointed in myself as well, but I held my head up high and hoped that the next one would be much better. I could only hope!