unfold me. i am small.

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 03:49:06 GMT

4 | 17 | 09
8:21 PM
throat hurting and ankle aching in a cushioned seat

So basically, Im going to give up on cutting journal size down because I attempted to and failed. terribly. It wouldn't cut no matter what, and then when I tried to get it back to normal, it all became highlighted funky and weird.

I pulled a ligament. Which may = I made cheerleading FOR NOTHING. KARMA, ANYONE? I'm not supposed to 'believe' in it because it's all hogus bogus, but, man.. things like this just prove me right every day.

The way this happened, you may ask? I was fooling around with Shirly, Redrobe and Coconuthead (Yeahh..). We were tackling each other and blahhfauisdkjfh, and Redrobe was all "I CAN TACKLE YOU."

And I was like "Uh, no you can't," And he was all, "WATCH ME!" And pulled my ankles up, lifting my feet up off the ground. He pulled my ankle and I felt it rotate and pop. My other leg came up and hit him right where it counts. I didn't even realize it with all the pain in my ankle. It wasn't until he ran off like lighting, holding his stomach and screaming profanities. I felt kind of bad, but my ankle hurt too much for me to do anything at that moment.

He feels bad enough, so I just told the doctors that I fell while running backwards. They just kind of looked at me strange when I tried to explain this to them, but I stuck to that story.

His name is Redrobe because me and Shirly dressed up like men/warriors with plastic swords and pillows stuck under our shirts and black eyeshadow on our cheeks while parading in front of his house at 2 in the morning just to give him a batch of cookies. Which were really good, I have to admit.

Jellybean tossing at earlobes should be a sport. Or just... any kind of jelly bean tossing at people. Preferably Coconuthead. That's alllll Im gonna say. (:

And I just saw 17 Again a little while ago. It was HILARIOUS. Probably my new favorite movie, right up there next to Moulin Rouge!

&& wow, have you seen the preview for My Sister's Keeper yet? I cried in the movie theater. At the PREVIEW. Looks reallyyreallyygood. (Warning, I just love any kind of movie in general so I'm going to like most of them sooo don't go to see a movie/preview thinking it was going to be amazing just because I gave it props. That won't get you anywhere.)

A movie I hate; The Knowing. Im sorry, just no. No, no. No, thank you. Please.

BUT GO SEE 17 AGAIN. Not only does Zac Efron look asdfghjkl; but its just.. god, it's funny.

I find myself suddenly knowing all the words to The Climb and loving how Miley Cyruses hair looked at American Idol when she shook it around like a dog. (sarcasm)

Youtube Highlights; kimlovestheinternet and communitychannel.

I am addicted. Im sorry.

Im lazyyyy.

alligator dernier!

the history books forgot about us.

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 22:43:53 GMT

4 | 14 | 09
3:34 PM
lounged out across the floor, filled with boredosity.

First of all, happy easter to everyonee. (: I look forward to a sugar-rush later on on account of all the egg-shaped truffles I just managed to stuff down my esophagus. That sentence was a mouthful.

Nothing beats running around the house with your four-years-young of a cousin, pretending the vacume is an evil dragon and that a rubber ball is a magic princess. I'm stuck at my grandparents house while everyone else gets to watch Hannah Montana (THE MOVIE), but at least I've got my cousin for entertainment. Television just doesn't amuse me anymore.

And you know what I should be doing? Writing Kat's latelatelateee birthday present. Because it doesn't even mattter if I don't even finish a year from now, I WILL finish her one-shot. Which I am liking veryy much so far and considering turning into a story, but I have to finish Don't Cry Out first. Honestly, people, DCO bugs me. It's like a five-year-old with a thesaurus (which i was), writing angsttt after angsstt. I wonder why I enjoy making their lives so fucked. I think imperfection and simplicity are the two things that can make something beautiful or wonderful, but really... too much depression in that story. The end chapter... lordy. I dislike blabbing about DCO, its a never-ending story and its hard to write. But I'll finish anyway, because Lily wants me to.

So anyways, I'll be continuing my story after I post this longgg longg thing. It'll probably be so long it'll look unappealing to read, but I think I need to get my brain to work anyways. I've been confusing "watch" with "what", "died" with "did" (I mixed them up in a conversation not 20 minutes ago)... it's pathetic, guys. Never listen to rap music. Rots your brain cells more than Fairly Odd Parents.

$15 FOR A NAME CHANGE? Uhhhhhh.

Also, I drove a clutch convertible. Nahh, im not bragging. That much. I burnt the rubber on the tires about 3456789 times, trying to figure out what was the break and what pedal was the clutch and just what it meant to 'tap' the gas. Good times.

Oh, and favorite songs right now, btw: Breathe Me (Sia), Samson (Regina Spektor), Braille (Regina Spektor), You Could Be Happy (Snow Patrol), and Finally Home (Mercy Me).

Soo let me think, what is happening in my life? That's the point of a journal, isn't it. To talk about yourself. A little vain, isnt it..

I made the High School cheerleading team. Wowww shockerrr. And I mean that seriously. I thought I wasn't going to make it. I had such bad anxiety I didn't eat anything because I was on the edge of vomiting right there in front of the judges, which made me dizzy.

But I did the dance and everything anyways, and made the team. But woww, was that an eventful day. <3 Funny and depressing all at the same time. More sad for my friend Megan than for me, though.

We had learned the dance in a day and had to review it the next, then preform it the day after that. We had two days to learn all of the other material, from 4 to 6. My partner was one of my best friends Megan. I didn't get to do it with Shirly (who also tried out, if you remember Shirly. I deleted my entries just because.. don't ask.) because she was going to Washington DC.

The buddy system was set up in a way so that we pulled numbers and got paired together. 1 with 2, 3 with 4 and so on. Shirly bitched the whole week about how she didn't want to be with Juicy (I'll call her that only because she wears something different from Juicy Couture practically everrryyy waking moment of her life).
And guess who Shirly got paired with? Oh. Juicy. LOL.

So me and Megan are number 17 and 18, dead last to try out. And I mean a literal dead last. So we've got time to killll. We paraded around the bathrooms for a while and then went and tried out.

While I was trying out, not only was I dizzy from lack of food and sleep (i was practicing until like, 2 in the morning all week), but my nose starts RUNNING. My snot is just like, "heyy worldd, whats cookinggg good lookin?" Which did not make me good looking AT ALL. Also, I was veryvery uncomfortable x5 having to wear shorts in public. Yeah.

(This is going to be a long entry. Abort mission now, over.)

Basically, after we tried out, we had two hours or so of time to kill until the names of who made the team would be posted. It was freezzingg, but I decided to bare with it.

Awkward incident #1: There are these pull-up bar type things in front of the boys locker room at the High School, and since we decided to be a little adventurous, I took a try at them. They were placed pretty high up, at the top of the wall, and I charged toward them. Just as I'm leaping through the air, arms stretched out and hands open and ready to grasp the bar, a screeching noise comes from the corner.

Around come a group of attractive men in a giant, rusty white van with vulgarity spray-painted all along the cars doors. They're screaming and laughing, and they drive by.

Sooo there I am, hanging from a pull up bar, just staring at them. And their speed and screaming comes to a complete stop, as they slowly drive by in silence. And there's Megan, standing there... watching.. in hysteric fits of giggles. They drive away, and I hop down. Awkward, creepy, or just insane; either way, it was pretty funny.

Awkward Incident #2: Megan and I want to venture down to the market place across the street from the High School and buy a Focus or something with the $10 i had, so we walk a ways and are waiting at a stop light.

Men like to drive cars on Thursdays, apparently.

There are two boys in a truck, both in uniform, rounding yet another corner (no joke. theres something about me and megan, and men in trucks rounding corners, and hilarity) and of course I'm doing something stupid and immature.

I'm screaming "WTFFF" really loud because I think I'm funny (I know those of you who are much older, with loads of wisdomosity and maturisity are rolling your eyes at my made up words and stupidity) and the cross walk sign take FOREVER to turn white.

And they're giving me and Megan the weirdest looks, so as theyre driving by, I look at them, still screaming.

I throw my hands up, giving them a look, when this happens.

"WHAT THE--"

"I LIKE YOUR ASS!"

Vrooomm.
And they drove away. Me and Megan looked at each other and laughed for hours, we nearly missed the cross walk we waited 10 minutes for.

Awkward Incident #3: Here comes the really awkward part.

Megan is like "oh afiskdljf I'm on my period and I think I seriously just pissed myself."
At first, I just laughed at her, but she was serious. So I laughed some more and then decided we needed to find a bathroom.

And Megan is freaking desperate to reach a restroom, so we run into the market place and we pass a Subway.

Bathroom! Yessss--

A big sign plastered: CUSTOMER ONLY.

I don't want to buy food at all, and Megan is totally about to burst. So I kick open the door, and scream
"SHE'S HAVING A BABY!"

We got a bathroom all right, and when we ran for our lives out of Subway.. a whole room full of confused customers. Awkward? Yes. Funny? For us. Smart of us? No.

Awkward Incident #4: Megan ran out of her toiletries. Vons, oh, Vons. We went inside and I used my $10 bucks to buy her things and also a bag of gummie worms.

I end up looking for the most awkward cashier, considering Megan protested not her carry her own bag of magical items. SO I took the bag and walked up to a lanky, sixteen-or-so old cashier with huge glasses and an adams apple fit to break his neck in two.

"G'day, lovely weather." I told him with an idiotic smile, and I swear... his face turned burgundy. But other than that, he tried to act completley normal about it. He was like "Yes, it is lovely! Have a good day, now!" But he wouldn't look down at the small package for his life.

Awkward Incident #5: Last one, I swear. LOL. Megan and I are walking back to the high school because it's almost 7:30 ish (names up at 8), when we hear "MEGGANNNNN!" From all the way across the street. We see this guy stick his head out of a car window, his arm waving frantically.

It was this boy named Steven who had a crush on Megan (I swear, flirting is a gene Megan has inherited.. she's a ladypimp) about 3 weeks ago. Megan raises her hand up to wave, and Steven gives us the strangest look and rolls his window back up.

"What was that?" I ask, and Megan turns pale.

"Oh shit."

She had held up her hand that was holding the package.

Cue laughing-until-our-lungs-crack-osity. (I add osity to things too much, don't I? This boy I was texting said adding osity to things "screams trying too hard." All I did was add osity to brain cells. Brain cellosity. Now, apparently, I'm trying to pull a Bill Nye?)

We went back and I bought a Focus from a dispenser. We went into the womens bathroom to talk and drink the Focus because it was warmmm in there (Sorry for those of you who think having anything edible at all in a bathroom is disturbing), and one drink of the thing and it tasted like BEER.

Blecckkk! I chucked it at one of the stalls and it exploded everywhere, sending pink goo across the walls. Of course I cleaned it up, guys. But it was funny. I feel bad when I make a mess for other people, so I was courteous. But in the end I just ended up really sticky. D;

LOL, I also walked in on the high school boy's basketball team having practice with their shirts off in the gym. I was talking to Megan, and she had stopped to turn the other way and I opened the door and walked right on into the gym. All of them turned to look at me but I just booked it back out the door.

Me = major SQUAREBEAR.

WOW THIS IS A LONG ENTRY. For those of you who are still reading, you should win something. You win the excercise of working your brain by READING. Although, all you're reading is just a bunch of shit about my life, so that doesn't really earn you points. I'm sorry. <3

I'll just skip to the important shindig; Name posting time.

Megs and I arrive at the name posting sight (aka the Athletic Office) to see a swarm of cheerleaders waiting for their list like hungry vultures. It suprised me.

I wish I had known I was leaning up against the wall they were going to post the names on. The guy pulls the windows blinds up and posts the list right behind my head, and the next thing i know my face is smudged against the glass. WAS NOT COMFORTABLE. But I look and see my name, and Shirly's.
And i still feel incomplete. Does this make me an undeserving, emotionless, spoiled brat? I worked hard for it and wanted it more than anything in the world, but was it just because I couldn't have it before? God, why am I such a masochist.

Poor Megan didn't make it. I think she's a little upset at me for it, although I'm not sure why she has a reason for it.

And my friends are at my door to harass me, so I may edit later or not.

alligator dernier! (:

PRETTY AS A CAR CRASH.

unfold me. i am small.

the history books forgot about us.