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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.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
I was told that I would never be Juliet. Supposedly a lot of girls were going to try out for it, and I just wasn't good enough. I had a million to one chance, at least that's what he said. I accepted it, mainly because I'm a realist and I knew that there were people out there better than me. I knew, but that didn't stop me from trying. Looking back, could you have imagined if I didn't try?
Freshmen year I went to Lit Fest for a descriptive sketch that I didn't think meant much of anything. I was accompanied (wow that looks wrong....hmmm...) by two friends, and I knew that both of them had amazing talent when it came to writing fiction and poetry. I thought I was royally screwed, and I wouldn't get any kind of honor. Funny thing, I was the only one that got any kind of recognition. I learned never to doubt myself again.
My mother said that it's impossible for me to go to East. It would be a stupid move on my part, and she isn't paying for any of the extra gas. Here's the thing: It takes me 2 minutes longer to get to East than it does OHS. She doesn't understand that I need this move. It's not because a vast majority of my friends are there (even though they are)...it's because I want to pursue acting with a different director. I need to try and find more people to show my writings to. It's all about who you know, in the end. My father said to me, "If you want something that bad, go for it." I think I will.
Don't EVER let someone tell you that you can't do something.
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never --"
"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
I bowled a 140 and he bowled a 150.
It's on.
I have yet to watch Romeo and Juliet, Roman Holiday, Breakfast At Tiffany's (again), and Alias season 5. I got so many DVDs for Christmas. I'm thinking that I want to coax my father into help fund me for my prom dress this year. I really want to go to East's prom. I'm getting there no matter what...you'll see. I need a dress though...that's on my list of things to do.
I have a strange and crazy desire to be the Assistant Director in Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli. I don't know why. I think it's been my desired part since...I saw it the first time. I don't know. I have a lot of thinking to do. Thank god I have about 6 months. The show is going to be great though...a lot of new comical additions.
I need Journalism. I need to edit some of the crap they put in there. Ahh! I need to write more. I need a portfolio of everything I've done. I need to toss it onto Pavilini's (sp?) desk and say, "scribble all over them so I can get them into this contest." I need to prove to myself that I'm good enough, again. Maybe that's why I was so frustrated yesterday. I realized that in this writer's workshop we don't actually WRITE anything. That drove me crazy.
I think I'm done for today. I'm going to go watch my soap [opera] and see if there are any good plotlines that I can bring up for tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
-that I really completely suck at writing and will fail as a journalist
-acting isn't really my thing and I just have a nice director
-when I get to East, no one will want me there
-that eating pasta with butter and salt will eventually kill me
-that I will never enjoy the new marinara sauce that I found...and will forever cling to the taste of butter and salt
-that the marina sauce will eventually spoil because I never have enough faith to try it
-that love isn't really all you need
-that I love too fast
-that I never stopped loving in the first place
-that love is God's greatest joke
-that saying "don't let me down" doesn't mean shit...I don't want to get let down again. I hate it.
And probably most importantly...
That you'll leave. I don't want you to go. It's so hard to take that over and over again. I know that it's the risk I take...falling over and over again. I accept that, but I can only hit my head on cement so many times.
Can you fall in love in a week?