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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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Hunter
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*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, May 30, 2006
So I've been waiting months to see Wicked...and now that the day's finally arrived, I'm way too excited for my own good. Just the thought of staying out past midnight in the most beautiful city in the US is amazing...and slightly rebellious. I'm waiting very patiently to spend the evening with my boyfriend, my east friends, and (of course) Mr. Fruits. Ahh....I'm so excited.
Anyway...
My weekend was extremely nice. Saturday the gang (Lindsey, Freddie, and Kevin) came over to help poor pitiful me with my spanish final. I don't know about them, but I had a blast.*Note-the three of them are my holy trinity* I eventually went to work and got paid. That's always nice. Sunday was a Kimmi day. I went tanning and DDR-ing. You know, I'm still kicking myself for not playing DDR at that New Year's party. Monday was...perfect. Kevin came over. We swam (next door of course) and ate and...slept. Good times.
Callbacks are today. I can only be there for about 50 minutes. I need to work my ass off, though. It should be good.
Last night I realized something that I'm quite happy about. I'm very pleased with where I am in life. I don't think anything else could make me happier. I feel relaxed (as much as I can with finals around the corner) and free...and it feels amazing...
Anyway...
My weekend was extremely nice. Saturday the gang (Lindsey, Freddie, and Kevin) came over to help poor pitiful me with my spanish final. I don't know about them, but I had a blast.*Note-the three of them are my holy trinity* I eventually went to work and got paid. That's always nice. Sunday was a Kimmi day. I went tanning and DDR-ing. You know, I'm still kicking myself for not playing DDR at that New Year's party. Monday was...perfect. Kevin came over. We swam (next door of course) and ate and...slept. Good times.
Callbacks are today. I can only be there for about 50 minutes. I need to work my ass off, though. It should be good.
Last night I realized something that I'm quite happy about. I'm very pleased with where I am in life. I don't think anything else could make me happier. I feel relaxed (as much as I can with finals around the corner) and free...and it feels amazing...
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Friday, May 26, 2006
Please pardon my absence. I've been extremely stressed out with the 'end of the year' activities, not to mention finals, auditions, work, and Kevin. That doesn't matter right now. I have a little ditty I want to write about...
Since I was little, my life has revolved around music. There was always something good playing in the car, and the CD collection in my house (at the time) wasn't all that bad. Those days were wonderful, and I won't forget them.
The first time I ever heard The Beatles was in my old red van on the way to some unknown location. The first Anthology CDs had just come out, and my mother bought them. I adored their electronic noise, and even from that first time, their voices were unmatched. After introducing my sister to them, I would play my seatbelt guitar and she would slap the beat on her carseat drums. We were little, and didn't understand how well known The Beatles actually were. We just knew that they made the car a great place to be.
A year or two later, my father got Brian Wilson's Imagination album. At the time, I loved driving with my dad places. His music had words, unlike my mom's smooth jazz. Oldies music always played in his car, and I knew words to many of the songs. I remember loving South American and Imagination. The music was so lively, so happy. I remember calling it the 'cool CD' because I didn't know who sang any of the songs, just that they were good.
In fourth grade, I had the most wonderful teacher in the world-- Mr. Croon. Every Friday he would play his guitar for our class, entreating us to songs like 'Dead Skunk' and 'Grandma's Feather Bed' amongst others. One Friday afternoon, he plays this song called 'Feelin' Groovy'. He tells us about these two guys named Simon and Garfunkel. I'll be honest, I really wasn't paying attention to him then. I just wanted him to play. When he finally did, I fell in love with the song. It was so simple, and yet it made so much sense to me. The song is about being totally carefree and happy, and when I was singing along with Mr. Croon...I was good ol' happy-go-lucky Kimmi.
Freddie, Josh, and I went back to see Mr. Croon one of the last Fridays he taught. We sat down indian-style amongst his last group of 4th graders, and listened to him sing 'Feelin' Groovy' for one of the last times. Again I heard the strumming of the guitar, and again I was that little 4th grade girl. I sang along; I wasn't embarrassed. I think I even let a tear fall down my cheek. Just one. That last time in his room, that last time I got to hear his gruff yet melodic voice, that last time I got to hear him strum his guitar with ease...that last time I will never forget.
With him...I can hear music...
Since I was little, my life has revolved around music. There was always something good playing in the car, and the CD collection in my house (at the time) wasn't all that bad. Those days were wonderful, and I won't forget them.
The first time I ever heard The Beatles was in my old red van on the way to some unknown location. The first Anthology CDs had just come out, and my mother bought them. I adored their electronic noise, and even from that first time, their voices were unmatched. After introducing my sister to them, I would play my seatbelt guitar and she would slap the beat on her carseat drums. We were little, and didn't understand how well known The Beatles actually were. We just knew that they made the car a great place to be.
A year or two later, my father got Brian Wilson's Imagination album. At the time, I loved driving with my dad places. His music had words, unlike my mom's smooth jazz. Oldies music always played in his car, and I knew words to many of the songs. I remember loving South American and Imagination. The music was so lively, so happy. I remember calling it the 'cool CD' because I didn't know who sang any of the songs, just that they were good.
In fourth grade, I had the most wonderful teacher in the world-- Mr. Croon. Every Friday he would play his guitar for our class, entreating us to songs like 'Dead Skunk' and 'Grandma's Feather Bed' amongst others. One Friday afternoon, he plays this song called 'Feelin' Groovy'. He tells us about these two guys named Simon and Garfunkel. I'll be honest, I really wasn't paying attention to him then. I just wanted him to play. When he finally did, I fell in love with the song. It was so simple, and yet it made so much sense to me. The song is about being totally carefree and happy, and when I was singing along with Mr. Croon...I was good ol' happy-go-lucky Kimmi.
Freddie, Josh, and I went back to see Mr. Croon one of the last Fridays he taught. We sat down indian-style amongst his last group of 4th graders, and listened to him sing 'Feelin' Groovy' for one of the last times. Again I heard the strumming of the guitar, and again I was that little 4th grade girl. I sang along; I wasn't embarrassed. I think I even let a tear fall down my cheek. Just one. That last time in his room, that last time I got to hear his gruff yet melodic voice, that last time I got to hear him strum his guitar with ease...that last time I will never forget.
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What does that have to do with now? Well...I met and fell in love with Kevin. I think I found another one of the many reasons why I did. He re-introduced me to The Beatles, Brian Wilson and The Beach Boys, and Simon & Garfunkel. It makes me smile knowing that I'm not the only one with a passion for music, especially this music. It's funny, I went searching for one love, and I returned with two: one love that I thought I could never have, and another that I have always had...yet never noticed.With him...I can hear music...
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Sunday, May 14, 2006
I've been contemplating whether or not to update all weekend, and I FINALLY have the urge to write. Yay! Go me!
My weekend...
Friday- Went over to Kevin's after school. I forget what we did...OH! I totally pinned him. I can beat him in a fight any day. I went to work at 5. Yes, I work...at La Cabana. It's the best and most fun work in the world. They're desperately looking for help...so if you've been prayed for because you're unemployed (we'll get to that later), this is an awesome job...with tips.
Saturday- Kevin day. Had brunch with CC at the Grind. Picked up Kevin and went to the mall, CC's game, and target. Dropped CC off and went back to his house...and went to CHURCH. I didn't melt...it was amazing...Umm...we went back to his house, ate, and watched the Graduate. Thanks to Elliot, I have seen one movie before Kevin has. I get one gold star. I eventually leave, and stay up making 'Priest Aerobics' with CC. Go to my buzznet if you want to know.
Today- I woke up and cleaned like crazy for my mother, who was at work until 5. I mowed the patio (if you saw my patio you'd understand). Kendra came over, and after attempting to think up ideas for my spanish movie final, we karioked to Spice girls, Grease, and others...while CC filmed us...I have yet to decide whether or not one or both of our crazy singing escapades will be on my buzznet. Opinions will sway me. I serenaded Momma, we gave her presents, and we went out to Applebee's to eat. Buffalo wings are hot...my lips still kinda hurt.
So I made my way to Kevin's to drop of Pride and Prejudice. No, I didn't finish it, but I know what happens and I found my copy at home. I walk inside, say hi to his mother and father, and hand him the book. We make our way to his computer...which is basically "Kevin's music centre". He sits down and I sit on his lap, and for a half hour we sit and listen to music. Pretty songs, good songs, 3 second songs, songs made by his friends...it didn't really matter. I was curled up like a little girl on his lap, and he was singing softly in my ear. I don't know why I liked it so much, but I did. I didn't have to say a word to him, and yet there never was an awkward silence. I love that.
Damn...I never got to the unemployed bit. Oh well, I'm too tired. One day I'll explain it.
PS- I'm looking for a man to sing 'If I Never Knew You' with me. It's such a pretty and depressing song...and yes, it's from Pocahontas. So sue me. The version on the CD is terrible though...I'm going to find some good sheet music for it.
My weekend...
Friday- Went over to Kevin's after school. I forget what we did...OH! I totally pinned him. I can beat him in a fight any day. I went to work at 5. Yes, I work...at La Cabana. It's the best and most fun work in the world. They're desperately looking for help...so if you've been prayed for because you're unemployed (we'll get to that later), this is an awesome job...with tips.
Saturday- Kevin day. Had brunch with CC at the Grind. Picked up Kevin and went to the mall, CC's game, and target. Dropped CC off and went back to his house...and went to CHURCH. I didn't melt...it was amazing...Umm...we went back to his house, ate, and watched the Graduate. Thanks to Elliot, I have seen one movie before Kevin has. I get one gold star. I eventually leave, and stay up making 'Priest Aerobics' with CC. Go to my buzznet if you want to know.
Today- I woke up and cleaned like crazy for my mother, who was at work until 5. I mowed the patio (if you saw my patio you'd understand). Kendra came over, and after attempting to think up ideas for my spanish movie final, we karioked to Spice girls, Grease, and others...while CC filmed us...I have yet to decide whether or not one or both of our crazy singing escapades will be on my buzznet. Opinions will sway me. I serenaded Momma, we gave her presents, and we went out to Applebee's to eat. Buffalo wings are hot...my lips still kinda hurt.
So I made my way to Kevin's to drop of Pride and Prejudice. No, I didn't finish it, but I know what happens and I found my copy at home. I walk inside, say hi to his mother and father, and hand him the book. We make our way to his computer...which is basically "Kevin's music centre". He sits down and I sit on his lap, and for a half hour we sit and listen to music. Pretty songs, good songs, 3 second songs, songs made by his friends...it didn't really matter. I was curled up like a little girl on his lap, and he was singing softly in my ear. I don't know why I liked it so much, but I did. I didn't have to say a word to him, and yet there never was an awkward silence. I love that.
Damn...I never got to the unemployed bit. Oh well, I'm too tired. One day I'll explain it.
PS- I'm looking for a man to sing 'If I Never Knew You' with me. It's such a pretty and depressing song...and yes, it's from Pocahontas. So sue me. The version on the CD is terrible though...I'm going to find some good sheet music for it.
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Okay, so for those of you who are concerned with my well-being and or weight...or lack there of...I want to say that I gained 1.5 pounds since I last weighed myself. I feel wonderful...kinda...I haven't decided yet. Maybe it's muscle and not fat. That would make me happy.
Don't worry. It's not like I don't eat. I really do...It's just taking me a while to gain weight...either that or I lost a bunch of weight and then gained it back from January to now...I don't know...I hope that's the case.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
*Small smile*
Okay, so for those of you who are concerned with my well-being and or weight...or lack there of...I want to say that I gained 1.5 pounds since I last weighed myself. I feel wonderful...kinda...I haven't decided yet. Maybe it's muscle and not fat. That would make me happy.
Don't worry. It's not like I don't eat. I really do...It's just taking me a while to gain weight...either that or I lost a bunch of weight and then gained it back from January to now...I don't know...I hope that's the case.
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Sunday, May 07, 2006
It's been a long week, so I'll give the 1 minute version. Big took control of my life, and I've been obsessing over Pride and Prejudice. My advice is to watch the movie before you read the book, that way you know that the book eventually DOES get better...and it's not so hard to read through. (Note: Watching a movie before reading the book first is totally against my belief system...but Jane Austin is an exception...) I'm counting down the days left of school, and the days until Limelight once again enters my life.
Of course, all of this isn't the reason why I'm posting. I had an urge to write, so here goes:
I've had a 'me' weekend, so to speak. My friends have been having fits with me, and both my best friend and boyfriend were not in Oswego this weekend...so I was on my own. I've spent a lot of time reflecting over the chain of events that have occured in these past few months, and deciding what I want to do with my future. I may go into detail later, but that's another post for another time. Right now I feel like sharing a little ditty about one man, whom I love and adore, to...as much of the world as I can. Because, quite frankly, I miss my boyfriend a lot, and I am waiting ever so patiently for his return to Oswego.
El had conflicts yet again, so we couldn't spend that last weekend together. I guess it was all for the better though. I complained to Kevin online about it, and then decided that I had waited long enough for nothing, so I asked Kevin to meet me downtown. We strolled around down there; it was freezing and I was upset. He sympathized with me as I told him of my troubles, and was shocked to find out that I had resorted to starving myself and cutting as an outlet to the pain in my heart. He took care of me that afternoon, and made way too many Dylan and Beatles references for my little mind. He made me smile and laugh, and that's all I could've asked for.
The next day my relationship with El was officially over. He was there whether I liked it or not, listening to me cry or saying sweet and caring words to up my mood. We talked an aweful lot, and I found myself wanting to get home as quickly as I could just to talk to him a bit more. He understood what it was like to feel lonely and hopeless, and I took comfort in knowing that I wasn't all that alone.
Two weeks later was spring break, and we spent every moment we could together. It's so cliche, I know. My feelings for him were very deep, but I refused to let myself even think of dating him until I was almostallthewayover my relationship with El. Of course, I thought about it anyway. My heart has never once listened to my brain. Blah blah blah blah blah. Eventually, after many trials and tribulations, I was asked to be his girlfriend...and here we are.
These are things I love him for, and these are things I wil never forget.
Of course, all of this isn't the reason why I'm posting. I had an urge to write, so here goes:
I've had a 'me' weekend, so to speak. My friends have been having fits with me, and both my best friend and boyfriend were not in Oswego this weekend...so I was on my own. I've spent a lot of time reflecting over the chain of events that have occured in these past few months, and deciding what I want to do with my future. I may go into detail later, but that's another post for another time. Right now I feel like sharing a little ditty about one man, whom I love and adore, to...as much of the world as I can. Because, quite frankly, I miss my boyfriend a lot, and I am waiting ever so patiently for his return to Oswego.
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The last month I spent with Elliot made me completely miserable. I wasn't happy, and I refused to believe it. I spent my weekends desperately trying to cling to the happiness I knew I once had, but with two failing relationships and other chaotic events on my mind, I ended up spending most of those weekends alone...and terribly depressed.El had conflicts yet again, so we couldn't spend that last weekend together. I guess it was all for the better though. I complained to Kevin online about it, and then decided that I had waited long enough for nothing, so I asked Kevin to meet me downtown. We strolled around down there; it was freezing and I was upset. He sympathized with me as I told him of my troubles, and was shocked to find out that I had resorted to starving myself and cutting as an outlet to the pain in my heart. He took care of me that afternoon, and made way too many Dylan and Beatles references for my little mind. He made me smile and laugh, and that's all I could've asked for.
The next day my relationship with El was officially over. He was there whether I liked it or not, listening to me cry or saying sweet and caring words to up my mood. We talked an aweful lot, and I found myself wanting to get home as quickly as I could just to talk to him a bit more. He understood what it was like to feel lonely and hopeless, and I took comfort in knowing that I wasn't all that alone.
Two weeks later was spring break, and we spent every moment we could together. It's so cliche, I know. My feelings for him were very deep, but I refused to let myself even think of dating him until I was almostallthewayover my relationship with El. Of course, I thought about it anyway. My heart has never once listened to my brain. Blah blah blah blah blah. Eventually, after many trials and tribulations, I was asked to be his girlfriend...and here we are.
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That's always a fun story to tell. I guess I realized this weekend how much Kevin really means to me. He was the light at the end of my very dark tunnel, the rainbow after the nasty storm, and other cheesy things like that. Little does he know that he showed me that life is worth living, and that I should live for my wants, my desires, and my loves. He gave me strength, hope, and faith when I thought all was lost. Most importantly, in my darkest moments he refused to leave my side, when I thought all others had.These are things I love him for, and these are things I wil never forget.