I'm not what you write in your books. [entries|friends|calendar] Kellie [ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

[11 Sep 2007|09:14am] Society tells me that I need some waffle fries from Chik-fil-a. Society also tells me pooping five times in one day isn't normal/healthy. But, most of all, society tells me I don't fit in. Waahwaaah. I love it. 3 comments|post comment

[05 Jul 2007|11:33am] One question: IS FRANK DEAD!? Thks. 6 comments|post comment

To Do: [03 Feb 2007|12:42pm] •Get inspection sticker- $5 •Dorm prepayments- $150 •Graduation invitation- $193 •Senior portraits- $20 •Cap, gown, diploma- $41.50 •Cell phone bill- $80 •Scholarship essays and applications- $0 Gimme some money, bitch. 2 comments|post comment

As for me... [19 Jan 2007|01:46pm] Some people fall in love and touch the sky, Some people fall in love and find quicksand, I hover somewhere in between, I swear, I can’t make up my mind. post comment

[14 Nov 2006|07:07pm] Reasons why life is good: ♥ 12 comments|post comment

Breathe [25 Sep 2006|09:50pm] It's no surprise this world is going to shit. Count to ten. 2 comments|post comment

[02 Sep 2006|12:27am] ( Another letter found... ) post comment

Ain't it good to know you got a friend? [25 Aug 2006|12:39am] [ mood | cheesetastic ] [ music | clickclack ] ( Kids grow up too quickly. ) 1 comment|post comment

[21 Aug 2006|10:00pm] [ mood | woohoo, bitch. ] [ music | WW-something. The wresting show? ] And even though school sucks, my job blows, and I have a headache, things couldn't get any better. :) I love you, Mr. Walken. Way too much. 2 comments|post comment

[16 Aug 2006|08:55pm] I've been told by a couple of people I look like this lady: 2 comments|post comment

[01 Aug 2006|11:10pm] [ mood | Cheeharhar. ] [ music | Some shark shit on Discovery. ] I found a letter my sister wrote to Jesse McCartney. Here it is. ( Not edited. ) I wouldn't say I'm excited about school starting back, just excited about what happens when I graduate.  I wish Ms. Ivy liked me and helped me pick better classes my freshman year.  I'm going to be taking chemestry my senior year.  I also wish that she had told me what my GPA was last year, so I had something to go by.  But, no!  "We only give seniors their GPA.  Besides, you've got a whole other year before you need to think about all that stuff," all said in her whisper. Enough bitching. I really can't complain about anything.  Well, I shouldn't.   My emotions make me dizzy.  I just thought about Mrs. Hays and share class.  I want to cry.  Not because I miss Brett Jones or anything.  I don't mean to be lame, but I hardly have any memories of me thinking about...well, anything.  (Besides a select few shitheads.) I miss having my own car.  I miss last summer.  I miss Taylor.  I miss Mrs. Waycadillac's (or Mrs. Way-way, if you prefer so) class and Devin and Marcus Rogers (remember him?) stripping on the desks.  (This was fourth grade, mind you.) I promised I wouldn't do this. This is my first and last one. I promise. 7 comments|post comment

[27 Jul 2006|04:33pm] ( Riddle. ) 3 comments|post comment

A Few Questions: [20 Jul 2006|10:29pm] Why is that Hulk Hogan show on CMT? And why is Paul Wall singing (or rapping?) with Brooke, Hulk's daughter? And why do all of the Hogans have ugly blonde hair? Also, I don't have skin cancer. It was a cyst. Mista Cyst. I got that junt frozed off, too. 'Cept it ain't off, yet. One more week of this ugly shit. 4 comments|post comment

[14 Jul 2006|03:02am] I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live. I don't want to be ashamed to be American. 8 comments|post comment

[12 Jul 2006|04:28pm] The big girl on Made makes me cry.   She's so pretty. And we have the same socks. I want to go to fat camp. *Phat 3 comments|post comment

[10 Jul 2006|11:47pm] I spend way too much time thinking. And not enough time having sex. 2 comments|post comment

[06 Jul 2006|02:38am] I feel prettier than I actually am. 3 comments|post comment

[03 Jul 2006|10:22pm] ( Go on. ) 4 comments|post comment

[27 Jun 2006|12:56pm] [ mood | 'cited. ] [ music | Animal Planet ] You can make a plan, carve it into stone.  Like a feather falling, it is still unknown. I'm painting my toenails. I shaved my legs.  You should be proud. I'm washing clothes. I've packed a lot more than I normally have packed so soon before leaving. Oh, shnap. 6/28-7/2 : Nationals 7/3 : Chill at the crib 7/4 : Family reunion in Memphis 7/5 : Back to slave work post comment

[23 Jun 2006|02:33am] ( It's a song, a song for the scared ones. ) 4 comments|post comment

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