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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
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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.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Depressing, isn't it? The whole summer now gets washed away with endless homework assignments, tests, and papers. Oh joy. Then again...we get to start all over again next summer. Born again, right? (Winks at Kevin. Yah that's right Kevin, I winked at you. Don't get your knickers in a twist.)
This summer was the best summer in many summers. I love the friends I have now. I feel so accepted. It's such a shame that they all go to East (except Lindsey). It's actually quite sad. I have all the desire in the world to pick up Lindsey and hide out at OEHS until we die...or get caught. *Smiles to self* Oh well, I guess I'll find some mutual get-togethers that I can see them in. You guys quite honestly are the best group of friends I've ever had. Te amo.
Now for some fun.
The things I learned this summer:
-Never EVER have sex on a plane. You always die first.
-Everyone has a wenis!!!!
-Suck + Nibble + Neck = Hickey
-Not everyone likes you
-Not everyone's parents like you
-Sometimes it takes a perfectly good relationship, 2 flings, and an affair to find someone you really want to be with
-Saturday night's are free movie ticket nights (stupid Michael)
-The dress you like always cost $200
-Catcher and the Rye has no point
-It's not about having what you want; it's wanting what you've got.
-Listening to Kevin's music pays off when you watch Jeopardy
-Nothing is more perfect than feeling loved and wanted by many, many people.
That's about it.
So here it is, they don't have long...the night before life goes on...
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
I absolutely love my job. I love speaking another language for 3 hours. I feel important and intelligent. There's always some new story to tell every day, and I would tell you them all...but I figured that they would get boring after a while. Now this story spans a whole day, so bear with me...and yes, there's a lot of dialogue, so feel free to role play.
We enter La Cabana and Javier greets us saying...
Javier- Go sit somewhere romantic. *Points to elevated area*
Me- Okay. *Laughs*
Kevin- What did he say?
Me- He said to sit somewhere romantic, like we're dating or something.
Kevin- Oh. *Laughs*
We order, eat, talk, and sing our way through lunch. I really need to stop obsessing over Chicago. I needed to make my bladder gladder, so I meandered over to the bathrooms. Javier stopped me and beconed me into the little inlet where I work.
Javier- Two boyfriends???
Me- What? Oh no no no no no, only one. He's just a friend.
Javier- *gives look of disbelief*
Martha- *Laughs*
Oh! Martha is Javier's wife and the other owner/boss. She waitresses most of the time. I pee, return to my table and tell Kevin the news. He laughs. We get the check, pay, leave, go to my house, go to his house, and I leave to go to work. ( I covered a 4 hour timeframe in 1 sentence. I'm so cool.) At work I have many conversations with Javier. He must've been in a playful mood. He loves giving me crap. (Note: For those of you who only speak one language, I'll make sure to write the english translations. That means you Spencer. :-P)
Javier- Tienes dos novios? (Do you have two boyfriends?)
Me- No, solo uno. (No, only one)
Javier- Que quieres mas?(or something to that effect) El flaquito or el gordito? (Which do you want more? The skinny one or the fat one?)
Me- El gordito. (My answer)
Javier- Ohhh.
Later....
Me- Oooh. Pina Colada. Yum.
Javier- *random spanish giberrish meaning the following* If you had a Pina Colada you'd end up with four boyfriends instead of two. (Martha translated that for me.)
Javier talks to Jaime, the cook.
Javier- Jaime! Ella tiene dos novios. (Jaime! She has two boyfriends.)
Jaime- Yah?
They talk about me for a bit. I understood it all, it's just not all that important.
Javier leaves and Jaime calls my name. I look at him and he points to my hickey. Yes, my hickey. Then he points to Felipe's hickey.
Me- Yah. We match. So what?
Jaime- *laughs* Es bueno? O es malo? (Is it good or is it bad?)
Me- Ionno. Malo probably.
Yah...that's about it. Javier tried to steal my tips, and they all laughed and smiled at me a lot. Enrique wasn't there though. He's my lover. Erm...well...I think he has a crush on me. It's only because I'm white though, no worries.
I hope you all enjoyed my little ditty from work. Now I know that my boyfriend's parents hate me, my friends just want to ditch me, and my boss thinks I'm some kind of slut and/or prostitute. Actually, I lied. My friends don't want to ditch me all that much. The rest is true. I'm off to bed. Night!
Monday, August 21, 2006
I've been busy a lot. I've been spending time with my East friends, my East boyfriend, and Lindsey. I do not want to go back to school in 10 days. That's ridiculous. Why is it that the best/worst summer of my life has to end? It blows. I plan on going to the zoo this weekend. If anyone wants to come, let me know.
I need the Chicago soundtrack, movie version. I really really hate the vocals on the Broadway one, and me hating things is rare...so...yah...
To be honest, I feel like shit right now. It hasn't been a good day. Everything became final this afternoon, and the world I've been dreading is beginning to exist. I figure that if summer were just another month, I could hold on to the picture perfect family I desperately desire for a little bit longer.
I don't feel accepted. Well, I mean, I do. *Deep breath* Okay. I am accepted. I am accepted as a friend, as a girlfriend, and as a sister to many people. I feel like I'm butting in or taking someone's place or just...ahhh. I feel like there's nowhere to go. I hate being in my own personal hell, especially when I can't figure out why I'm there.
As you can see, I'm extremely fusterated. To sum up what's going on in my brain: They don't like me. They don't love me. I'm questioning myself, and I don't know why.