<--Me and Coty and no he doesn't really wear glasses. lol.

Hey again.

Well, This week has been full of all kinds of events from happy to sad.. I broke up with Fez. I love him so much, but I realized we never really had a relationship. It was a physical one, but never mental. We never had a real conversation. We don't even know each others favorite colors much less our plans for the future. He graduates this year, and he'll be gone. He wouldn't want to continue seeing a high school student anymore once he's gone, and I know this. Oh well, it'll be ok. I also spent a lot of time with my friend, Coty. He's a really great guy. Hah. Who am I kidding? lol.. He's wonderful, and a damn good kisser. lol. Well, that's it for now. I'm gonna go. Byes..

Kitten Cannon.

Y'all want to know what the greatest game in the world, Kitten Cannon. It is the greatest thing in the world. You shoot effin kittens out of a cannon and see how far they will go. It's the sexx. Seriously. Ya wanna know something else that's great? My little brother is a whore. He's only 13, and he talks to like a bunch of chicks online, and this one considers him her online husband. I'm so freaked out. lol. It's so funny.
Anyways,
What it is? -still feeling gansteriffic- I'm so bored. I'm playing Kitten Cannon, while watching my brother be a whore. It's the greatest thing ever. I need to get some. -just playin I'm a virgin. (as far as you know)- lol.
I'm so effin bored, it's not even funny. I want to go somewhere, but I'm still grounded. Why am I grounded you ask? Wonderful question. I'm grounded, because I am an idiot. I snuck out. Aww.. that's nothing you might say. Well, the stupid part is that I had just got ungrounded for sneaking out. lol. I snuck out a few months ago, and took my mom's car. I got grounded for 6 months, but they let me off early. About 2 weeks after I get ungrounded, I sneak out, and get regrounded. I'm great right? No more along the lines of stupid, but whatever. I'm over it, I hope I get ungrounded soon, because, this place is about all I can take, especially since school let out. Ya know? Some one just kill me now, and end this shit. lol.
-loseriffic moment-
School has ended. I now have no one to talk to. Will someone be my friend? lol. just playin. -If you want to be my friend, you're more than welcome to add me on hotmail. blameitontheflyingmonkey2009@hotmail.com, on myspace. www.myspace.com/deathnote2009. or on yahoo. death_notw16953@yahoo.com. k's. now that that is out of the way.
I'm sleepy too.. 'I sleep too much. I need to get a job. I need to do something. God, I'm going insane. -seriously- I think I see Mountain View in my near future. (for those of you who aren't from Alabama, Mountain View is a mental institute.)
welp y'all, I'm gonna get.
peace, love and chicken grease..
Rain

Boogie

Hey again. It's me, myself, and I. Me and all my glory. lol.
So what it is??? I'm feelin' gangsterific today. Nah, just playin. But I'm in an akwardly good mood. I just want to discuss something important to ya'll. I'm gonna talk to ya'll about my little brother. He's not neccessarily my "little" brother, he's more my younger brother. He's like 4 inches taller than me, and he's only 13. But he's a lover not a fighter. I fight for him, because he trys his hardest to to stay away from confrontation. People make fun of him so bad, that he wants to be homeschooled. Kids are so cruel, and I can't fight all of them.. I try, Lord knows I try, but there's just too many. I've lost the war, before I ever really started the battle , ya know? I know, it probably makes things worse, but I can't just sit back and watch people make his life a living hell. I love him. More than anything in this world. I would kill for him, and he just doesn't realize that. I'm such a drama-queen. I fight for everything that matters to me, and if someone talks shit about me, I punch them in the face and go about my way. I don't talk shit, unless I'm gonna back it up, Daniel on the other hand, is laid-back. He's so shy. People call him a sociopath. That has got to hurt. And he doesn't stand up for himself. He just takes it, and holds it inside, until it all comes out when he talks to me. We tell each other everything. I trust him with everyone of my secrets. He just doesn't realize that kids are just talk. Punch them once, and they'll leave you the fuck alone.

Wanna know what else I want to talk about?
All these fake bitches that talk shit, but don't back it up. Take this one girl, her name is Allison.. Ok she calls my house after not talking to me since the 6th damn grade, and has the balls enough to call me a whore and all this shit, ok. I don't talk shit, so I told her to meet at this place, and I was gonna ya know take care of some shit. Well, I get there, and the bitch ain't there, I walk around for a little while, and she never shows up. So, I go home, and call this guy, and I was like "The bitch never showed up." and come to find out that she had gone to high falls, just to get out of it. Ok, the bitch drives by my house honks the horn and never stops. I had another guy call her and the whole conversation goes like this..

Guy:Hey where you at?
Her: Who is this?
Guy:Timothy's friend.
Her: O ok... Why?
Guy: Cuz I got my homegirl right here, and I want you to meet her.
Her: Who?
Guy: Her name's Kim, and she says she knows you.
Her: Uhh... I'm in Geraldine, and stop calling my phone.
Guy: I only called once bitch
And he hung up.

Does that not sound like some made up excuse to keep from getting the shit beat out of her?
I swear to you, the moment I get my car, my ass is so goin' to kick her ass.

My name is Kim, and I am 15 years young. 16 in like 2 months. I'll be a junior when school starts back. That is if i passed. I'm going to attempt to tell you about my life which is otherwise full of mediocre relationships, and other melodramtic teenage moments, that unless they involve me commiting suicide, mean nothing to anyone, but myself. I am random, spontaneous, unorganized, immature, and a complete spaz. And I love myself for it. I am different. You have never met the real me. If you were locked in a room with the real me for more than 5 seconds, I swear to you, you would leave in a straight jacket. That is who I am. I don't hide behind fake smiles, and I don't cry in classes.. I don't slit my wrists, and I don't laugh when I really want to just kill someone. I don't show emotion in front of people. I choose not to. If you have a problem with me, I couldn't honestly care less. I don't give the slightest inch about what you think. I am you're best nightmare. I am the girl of your dreams. I am the angel of your nightmares. I have a sense of humor, although dry, it is there. I try my hardest to make people smile. I hate to see animals hurt. I would kill for my friends. I have morals. Not many, but they're there. I support gay marriage, being that I am bi. I am pro-life. I don't believe in any form of abortion. I am a semi-vegetarian. I am an anarchist. I am agnostic. I love kids. I have a weakness for emo guys. I don't do drugs, and I don't smoke. Although the majority of my friends do. I like to have fun. I want kids some day, but I don't want to get married. I don't follow the media. If you think you're better than me, you probably are, but I don't care. I don't need you.. I have my own life. My own friends. My own family. My own beliefs. I am my own person. No I do not remind you of anyone, because I'm not anyone else. I am me. I don't dress like anyone else, and I sure as hell don't believe in labels. If you think you're perfect, you're not. Get over it. If you think you don't make mistakes, you do. I know I do. On the daily basis. But that is who I am. And atleast I'm not afraid to admit it. I am opinionated. I swear to you, that I probably have an opinion on everything. I have a younger brother that I would give my life for, and and older brother with whom I'm no longer on speaking terms with. But it's ok. I have the best friends a girl could ask for and I only ask 2 things from them. Love me for who I am or rid themselves of me, because everyone knows I deserve it. They are my angels from whatever god there is. I'm just glad that I found people who accept me for who I am. I am not perfect, and atleast I have the balls enough to accept that. I never have the same hair color for very long, but my natural color is blondish-red. My eyes aren't gorgeous. They're not bright blue, or green. They're brown. Not chocolate brown, or brandy brown, they're just brown. And I love them. I don't have the perfect body. I'm not fat, but I'm also not 1/2 an inch thick. I like myself, and that's all that matters. So go screw yourself. I am captain of the flag-girls, and that's the only accomplishment I have that I'm proud of. Those are my girls, and I'm proud of all of them. They're all so talented. I have been in the band for almost 6 years. I marched trumpet for 3 and I've been a flag for 3. I am a band-geek to the core. I don't skate, but I wear dvs's. I'm not a prep, but I wear aeropostale. I'm not goth, but I wear alot of black. and I'm not an emo, but I have straight black hair, I wear arm warmers and too much eyeliner. I am myself. Blow me if you don't like it. I am a girl, but I have a tendency to say I have balls. I am not white, black, pink or purple. I have my own race. I am clear. That way I'm not part of interracial disputes of any sorts. I am smart, but I don't act upon it. I'm too lazy to make good grades. I'm not suicidal. I have been, but that shit was boring. I guess that's all I have to say for now. Bye.