July 19, 2005
July 19, 2005
Well, summer’s half over. Bummer how it all goes so fast. Anyway, which of these looks better?
[sampling of nail polish colors]
They all ROT! Anyway, I’m going to write a story:
THE ICE GIRL
Four chapters on Kelly’s Kellie’s life
“Kelly O’Riley was only trying to send a harmless note on the bus that day.”
That sentence is partly false! My name is Kellie O’Reighlee! People have been making that mistake for years! Though it is possible to write a book about people messing my name up, this story is about MY mistakes. That sentence up there’s what my friend Gwenivere said this morning. Gwenivere does have a last name, but even though we’re best friends, she says it’s to embarrassing to say aloud. So she’s just Gwenivere. She’s a tranquil girl at heart, so she claims. I know under there, she’s just as dark as I am. Really, I’m not dark though. I’m ice. And so My Story Begins…
I was in first grade when I started to freeze. I didn’t physically freeze, but I’m ice. And becoming ice happens gradually. I was on the bus and Jack Birch, he moved away last year but in first grade, I loved him. So I wrote him a note:
I LOVE YOU A LOT
FROM, PRETTY KELLIE
I wanted to send it to him, but I couldn’t find poor Jack, so I gave it to his brother, Z.A.. When I got on the bus, Bus 2388, Z.A. read it and told everyone on the bus! Lil’ first grade me thought it would
July 17, 2005
July 17, 2005 – 3:20 – The Car
I’ve started to collage my notebook. It looks pretty good. I’m almost done. Just a few little touches…
July 7, 2005
July 7, 2005 – Around 11:00 PM
Well, I finally got up and unpacked this notebook. Turns out I got used to not being able to talk to Marie all day. Let me explain…
This is better. Ok, well like I said, maybe I’m getting used to it because on vacation, I was fully cut off from society. On VMK, I haven’t seen Casey_K since I got back. He sent me some messages, and he has gone on since I came back, just not while I was. While on vacation I had this crazy dream where me and V**** M***** were…together…I didn’t regonize who he was at first, so the beginning of my dream was quite blissful, but it is hard to have a blissful experience in a dream like that when it’s a guy you know, so the middle and end were really awkward. Though…that dream got me thinking, maybe V**** isn’t that bad. But it also got me thinking that, maybe I like him and I don’t realize it. That thought makes me shiver! Last night, I was wondering why all my experiences with boys are bad. The answer is: I scare them! Let’s take a look back on my past experiences:
Name – event – love? – social changes
I** – phone call and IM – No/??? – Made fun of
S*** – Mushy Valentine – ??? – Made a fool of myself
R*** - Uncontrollably giggling - ??? – Scared him
Now the ones with ??? mean unresolved. Basically, I need boy training.
I need to catch Zs bye now!
July 15, 2005
July 15, 2005
10:00 PM I know, I know I haven’t written in ages, but NOTHING HAPPENED!
Although, I have the strangest feeling that mice are scurrying around under my bed. It’s true, I think now, and have always thought of finding stuff under by bed as an extremely DREADFUL chore. Let me show you some stuff that’s under there:
250-Piece Rainforest Puzzle
Seven Issues Of American Girl Magazine
Pics Josh Cut Out of our CCD Textbooks
Pretty random, huh? You probably think so :)
But it’s an illness. An illness that takes care, concentration, and responsibility (which I don’t posess) to cure. The thing is, once you put one thing (a dirty sock) under there, it’s not hard to put your book under there the next day. So DON’T START, OK??