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

***Prologue***

“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…

Chapter One

Freezing

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:

JACK,

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 – 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 – 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

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??

June 30, 2005

It is so hard to believe that today is the last day of June! I’m getting to the point in my vacation where tomorrow, I have lots of fun, the next day, then we go home. Ok, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. What I meant was: The first few days of the week go by real fast, then the last couple days (Fri.-Sun), go by fast as well, but all the fun stuff happens. That still didn’t come out exactly the way it should have, but oh well.

Ok. I had McDonald’s for lunch. But…more important than that I wrote a song…

Sliver Of The Sun

My day always ends crappily,

But when your day’s all done,

I bet my world looks happy

From your sliver of the sun.

But in my sad reality

I’m way, way down in hell,

So can you please

Fall to your knees

And wish this sista’ well?

N’ Please don’t be a stranger

I am all alone,

It’s fine by me, so please feel free

To stop on by my home

[TO BE CONTINUED]

June 29, 2005

                Raining. Again. My parents always think I am the ‘Voice of Doom’, always  saying that it is going to rain the whole vacation. It is. I miss [home]. Chincoteague is great, really. But everything to do is outside so on a rainy day, it can get extremely boring. At least if you are [at home], you could always play on the computer or talk on the phone or maybe play video games. Did I tell you? At the beach yesterday, some dim, blond boy in green trunks wiped out on his yellow boogie board and the boogie board hit me in the right ankle and it swelled up. OW! It hurts so much. Another downside to my only vacation all year. I can’t believe it! My one and only vacation this summer, and I spend 4 days of it hobbling! Oh well…I guess it’ll get better…soon…

                O.K.! It’s a lot l8r now. I think I will make my own:

KAT’S TABLE OF (REALLY) USEFUL INFO!

By Kat.

Info retrieved from The Scholastic Kids’ almanac for the 21^st century

NOT!

Info retrieved by my heart, soul, and clever, girly mind.

Arnold is very weird. He thinks he can do anything since his dad is a cop. He loves you. At recess, he curses at a 3^rd grader. Do you tell on him and break his heart?

Answer. Say it was you. Don’t pay ‘hot potato’. ‘Passing the potato’ can lead to a large punishment when you get found out.

Yes. Even though he loves you you have to be fair. Cursing is serious!

B-2: Help!

Here’s how kids I know get help

Their Mom

Other People

B-3: The End

Well, I hope you liked my little book!

Keep thinking!

Ok. That must be the WORST book ever!

I was watching dancing with the stars. At school, that was all they talked about. The teachers, I mean. There was a commercial for Brat Camp. It looked so…harsh.  I mean, I wonder what they make them do there. Anyway, the way I see it is, when my parents ground me from the computer. They think while I’m grounded, I will find something better to do than play on the computer. Reality is once I can, I will go back on. Oh. Bed. Bye! Never mind. False alarm. Like I said, the ‘brats’ will go home and be bratty again, unless they really push them. Like my motto: ‘You can take the banana away from the monkey, but once it’s gone you can’t give it back.’ If you take the banana away from the monkey, it may find another alternative, just to survive. When you give the banana back, he will not stick to the alternitive. I’ll eat the banana. Common psycoligy. Bed for real. Bye!

Back now.

I tried not to talk about it, but on VMK, Casey_K loves me. He buys me gifts, defends me, and is no fake. I have gr8 and bad news, though:

Good: Casey_K will be online when I get home and while Marie’s away.

Really Bad: Marie’ll be away for awhile.

Sleepy time now. Bye!

PS. Sorry for the False Alarms before.

Bye! For now!

I found the pen. Anyway, it’s like 9:30 in the morning. I am so hungry. But I figured out how to draw a chair. I read a book on drawing awhile ago, I remembered how to draw a chair!

Well, here I am in Chincoteague! Though the weather may be very, very gloomy, we went to the beach.

My dad’s ordering McDonalds for us. I got a cheeseburger (plain, of course). Ever since I tried my first Micky D’s Burger, the nuggets haven’t tasted good enough.

The chair on the screen porch is so so comfy.

Later, After Dinner:

I lost the pen I was using. That didn’t stop me from writing my thoughts in this notebook, though. I have to go. Mini golf! Bye!

If you are wondering the reason for the bizare pictures on the page behind this, I am on my way to Chincoteague. My CD player is screwed up.

Well, it’s 10:00 at night, and now, I am in tears and I MISS MR. [B]!

I know it’s not the end, but I feel like this year went by too fast! And I have a poem:

CANDLELIGHT

Star Light, Star Bright

Before I make my wish tonight

I’ll speak about the candlelight

That shines inside my heart.

It lights inside when we are whole

Burns out when we’re apart

Starts a’cryin’ when it ends,

Is happy when it starts

And when the Sun and Moon rejoice,

And stop their endless fight,

We’ll be together once again,

And All things will be right.

Star Light, Star Bright

Before I make my wish tonight

I’ll speak about the candlelight

That shines inside my heart.

It lights inside when we are whole

Burns out when we’re apart.

That made me feel much Better! Maybe I could E-Mail it to Mr. [B]! He’d love that! In fact, I’ll do it tomorrow!