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Name: Kimmi
Age: 16
School: Ohhhh! That's what it's called!
Birthday: February 24th, 1990
Status: No one's wife
-Maybe promises are better left unsaid-
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My Lovers
CC
Hunter
Kevin
*cymbal noise*
He's Very Pretty Too!
The Friend I Finally Met
El
Diana
Brian
Freddie
Behind the Camera
...Humming...
Once there was a way to get back homeward,
Once there was a way to get back home,
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullabye,
Golden slumbers fill your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise,
Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
And I will sing a lullabye,
Once there was a way to get back homeward,
Once there was a way to get back home,
Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
And I will sing a lullabye.
If you want me,
Tell me now,
If I could be of any help,
Tell me how,
Let me love you,
Like a friend,
Every little thing is gonna go right in the end.
Well I could hold you too tight,
I could never let you go,
But that wouldn't be right...
I can still recall our last summer,
I still see it all,
Walks along the sand,
Laughing in the rain,
Our last summer,
Memories that we made.
We took the chance, like we were dancing our last dance.
Living is easy with eyes closed,
Misunderstanding all you see.
You were all I never wanted anyhow,
...but I sure want you now...
You may say that I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.
You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know,
You stick around now it may show,
I don't know, I don't know.
I've seen that road before,
It always leads me here,
Leads me to your door.
When evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years,
To make you feel my love.
Bright are the stars that shine,
Dark is the sky,
I know this love of mine,
Will never die.
You looked my way and said,
"You frustrate me",
Like you're thinking of lines and times,
When you and I were you and me,
I took a chance out on the street,
And I missed my chance and chances are you won't be coming back to me.
There were bells on a hill,
But I never heard them ringing,
No I never heard them at all,
Til there was you,
There were birds in the sky,
But I never saw them winging,
No I never saw them at all,
Til there was you,
And there was music,
And wonderful roses,
They had sent for me,
In sweet fragrent meddows of dawn and dew,
There was love all around,
But I never heard it singing,
No I never heard it all,
Til there was you.
The sun is up,
The sky is blue,
It's beautiful,
And so are you.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Oral Comm...right. That class is such a blowoff class it's hysterical. Beforehand, Perky gave me her hoodie cuz I was numb and cold from gym, and the boy told me that I was being distant. To hell if I wasn't being distant...it was just one of my days, I'll get over it. I've decided that I'm going to give my speech on "How to make a balloon animal". It'll be noisey, but my attention getter will kick some serious ass. At lunch I was politely eating my 'comfort foods', when suddenly I feel a splat! splat! on my back. Turns out Tait dropped ketchup on my hair, shirt, and Perky's hoodie. I felt horrible more so for the hoodie than anything. I washed my hair out, finished my food, and went back to class.
So I get a D on my Geometry quiz. (I told you my day just got worse) It's not so much that I got the D, it's that father expects me to be the best. Geometry is fucking hard. I'm good at math, and I'm getting a C average in that class. My mommy had trouble with it too, and when I told her that I considered going back to the normal class, she told me just to stick it out. I will, I just hate that father expects perfection out of me, and anything less than that, even though I'm trying, makes me not good enough. Like when I finally get a nice B on a 92 pt. test, he rants on how it's almost an A. Fuck perfection; I'm only human. I get home and want to eat ice cream and curl up on the couch, but CC took the last of it. Mind you, there was a good 1/4 of a big thing left. Cookie dough is the only ice cream that makes me feel good.
I guess I should give you the number 1 happy moment of my day. Although it may pose some problems in the future, I don't care right now. It's that one thing that I can smile at now admist the few, pain-filled tears that trickle down my cheek...
***
No more sexual dreams about you. I'm sorry.
That's a bummer.
Yah.
I don't dream anymore.
Aww that sucks.
...but if I did, I'd be dreaming about you.
Really?
*Honest, not joking look* Yah, really.
***
Honest to god, I have got to find a way to not be so appealing to the opposite sex. Things woud just be easier that way.