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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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*cymbal noise*
He's Very Pretty Too!
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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.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I don't, really...
Okay, I lied.
I miss my friends. I don't get to see them every day. That's why I figure that I'm sometimes forgotten. Not in this instance...but I'm sure that if I don't have a boyfriend that goes to East, I'll just become that OHS girl again. There are few whom I know of that will just invite me to hang out even if there's not a party around. Oh yah, I'm also kinda pissed because I know that, even if I try, I won't be able to have a party for my birthday. Partly because my birthday weekend is East's winter show...but most of my friends will be gone that weekend doing something or another anyway. Oh well.
I don't want things to be like last year.
I don't want to be cooped up at a house, alone. I hate it. I mean, granted, I am doing just that every other week when I go to my dad's. That's a given. But I miss him too much all of the time, so I figure it's coop-idge well spent. I like going out and being with my friends. I want to go to a club. I want to dance all night. I want to have fun. I want a friend to come downtown with me---Naperville. It would be fun.
I want to punch Paul right now. I think he's my victim. This whole room is shaking with his crappy music. Actually, it's not crappy, I kinda like it. It's just loud. Yah...yah I want to punch him. I won't though. He's over a foot taller than me, and doesn't like me. I don't like him either. Good for nothing bum...
That was mean. I take that back.
Oh, by the way. Don't rub things in my face. Don't be thoughtless and inconsiderate enough to call me and have a million conversations with people at the things I can't make it to. Way to be a jerk.
I want to call a person or two...If only I wasn't a wuss/chicken. Oh well. One day...
Well, I feel a bit better now. I think I'm going to still wallow in self-pity for a bit. Tomorrow will be a better day. Yup.