Decided to Update
Hello, Journal World, in its corrupted, fragmented form, yet still the same old livejournal that's been here year in and year out.
Just some stuff on my mind.
I really wish I could lose weight. I know, "Kelly, you're not fat." Did I say that? No. I just want to lose the... extra skin, I guess. I just got so much... flabbier... haha that sounds so gross, but it's true. If I had a car I could go anywhere and exercise but I can't... grrr.
I wish I had a car. 'nough said.
I wish I could make this journal pretty like Amanda does. But hell I'm glad she does it.
I wish my MySpace was more active. New things happen in it like... every few days.
I wish I was more talented. It's weird. Last year I created so much art and music and it was awesome, but now I'm just like in this... artistic rut. I wish I could do more. Seems like the more sad I am, the better I do at that. Now that I'm fairly happier, I can't really get into my creative mind set. It is rather annoying, especially because I'm majoring in art next year.
I wish I was better at piano. I really wish I continued and didn't stop. I'd be so fricken good. But I'm just mediocre now.
I had so much fun this past weekend, and I wish every weekend could be like that.
I want to go swimming so bad... like all the time.
I'm OBSESSED with solitaire. I KNOW this is a sign that I really need a more active life. I think I turned 65 not 18.
I can't wait to get my nose peirced tommorow. I hope Tina remembers.
I'm really excited my internet works again. I have no idea why it wouldn't before. I didn't do anything to it before or after.
I wish I could learn something new.
I want to write a novel.
I hope Altered View gets better and we get moving. We have practice tommorow, so that's cool.
I wish I could sing better, too.
I had how my boobs pop out of ANYTHING I wear. I swear, even a turtle neck, they look huge. And I don't CARE if you have small boobs, big ones are annoying TOO.
I NEED A JOB.
I wish everyone was happy.
I wish I had more to do during the day. I feel lost all alone all day here.
I want to upgrade my phone.
I'm sick of thinking about my Dad. I just don't know what to do about it any more. Yesterday was father's day, I didn't call him... but he called me on my birthday. Everytime I think about it I just want to cry. I think alot about the past and I lose it. I don't know when this will end. If it will.
I hate Bob. He's so fucking dumb. I hate my mom for marrying him after 2 seconds and never asking me about it.
I hate how often me and Pat fight. It fucking sucks. I'm tired of analyzing it and trying to make sense of it. I'll just never know why.
I just want to create something beautiful. I want my own spotlight just for a little while. I want to be the happiness in everyone. I want to make a difference. I know I can't, but it's just what I want sometimes. My wish is never about me. It's about someone else. Not always the same one. And it deals with happiness.
I have 7 Ben Folds cds and I can't wait til I see him August 5th.
I wish I exercised more and ate more healthy.
I think it's weird how at my house I opened a couple cards for my birthday, and at Pat's house they bought me a cake and sang to me, gave me a present and a nice dinner. Gotta love those ecstatic Languirands.
I wanna watch Episode III again.
I want to patent a banana phone.
I want to finish painting my cone.
I'm sick of the online bullshit drama crap. I know it'll never go away, unless I just shut off my computer. Which is quite refreshing, sometimes.
If you made it this far, congrats. I just felt like writing a bit.
Basically, I'm amazed at how far my friendship with some people has gotten. That has to say a lot. I love you guys. I love you Pat.
The end.
Just some stuff on my mind.
I really wish I could lose weight. I know, "Kelly, you're not fat." Did I say that? No. I just want to lose the... extra skin, I guess. I just got so much... flabbier... haha that sounds so gross, but it's true. If I had a car I could go anywhere and exercise but I can't... grrr.
I wish I had a car. 'nough said.
I wish I could make this journal pretty like Amanda does. But hell I'm glad she does it.
I wish my MySpace was more active. New things happen in it like... every few days.
I wish I was more talented. It's weird. Last year I created so much art and music and it was awesome, but now I'm just like in this... artistic rut. I wish I could do more. Seems like the more sad I am, the better I do at that. Now that I'm fairly happier, I can't really get into my creative mind set. It is rather annoying, especially because I'm majoring in art next year.
I wish I was better at piano. I really wish I continued and didn't stop. I'd be so fricken good. But I'm just mediocre now.
I had so much fun this past weekend, and I wish every weekend could be like that.
I want to go swimming so bad... like all the time.
I'm OBSESSED with solitaire. I KNOW this is a sign that I really need a more active life. I think I turned 65 not 18.
I can't wait to get my nose peirced tommorow. I hope Tina remembers.
I'm really excited my internet works again. I have no idea why it wouldn't before. I didn't do anything to it before or after.
I wish I could learn something new.
I want to write a novel.
I hope Altered View gets better and we get moving. We have practice tommorow, so that's cool.
I wish I could sing better, too.
I had how my boobs pop out of ANYTHING I wear. I swear, even a turtle neck, they look huge. And I don't CARE if you have small boobs, big ones are annoying TOO.
I NEED A JOB.
I wish everyone was happy.
I wish I had more to do during the day. I feel lost all alone all day here.
I want to upgrade my phone.
I'm sick of thinking about my Dad. I just don't know what to do about it any more. Yesterday was father's day, I didn't call him... but he called me on my birthday. Everytime I think about it I just want to cry. I think alot about the past and I lose it. I don't know when this will end. If it will.
I hate Bob. He's so fucking dumb. I hate my mom for marrying him after 2 seconds and never asking me about it.
I hate how often me and Pat fight. It fucking sucks. I'm tired of analyzing it and trying to make sense of it. I'll just never know why.
I just want to create something beautiful. I want my own spotlight just for a little while. I want to be the happiness in everyone. I want to make a difference. I know I can't, but it's just what I want sometimes. My wish is never about me. It's about someone else. Not always the same one. And it deals with happiness.
I have 7 Ben Folds cds and I can't wait til I see him August 5th.
I wish I exercised more and ate more healthy.
I think it's weird how at my house I opened a couple cards for my birthday, and at Pat's house they bought me a cake and sang to me, gave me a present and a nice dinner. Gotta love those ecstatic Languirands.
I wanna watch Episode III again.
I want to patent a banana phone.
I want to finish painting my cone.
I'm sick of the online bullshit drama crap. I know it'll never go away, unless I just shut off my computer. Which is quite refreshing, sometimes.
If you made it this far, congrats. I just felt like writing a bit.
Basically, I'm amazed at how far my friendship with some people has gotten. That has to say a lot. I love you guys. I love you Pat.
The end.