Kady

CAPTAINS LOG:

Sitting around watching Jon Stewart talk about the new Palin book that is out. Pretty hilarious. He did better than Colbert in my opinion, and I love Colbert. College is kind of kicking my ass but mainly because I'm so laaaazy. :B It happens. i feel like this should be more exciting..
My birthday is coming up..
Nineteen will be cool I suppose.
I think I need a tattoo. Yeah I'd like to get my tat with Allie. she was a jelly fish because she's a freak. D

Thought I'd put some of my creative writing work in here. This one is allies favorite:


When I was a kid my grandma took me to the dollar store. The only thing I wanted
was the pink daisy piggy bank with the extra wide slot for placing dollar bills inside.
Out of the vast variety of Daisy piggy’s I discovered the one hiding in the back behind all the others, ashamed, with one leg broken off and no where to be seen. This was the one for me. This pig although the others looked just as good, maybe even better, was the perfect pig. When I went to the cashier she looked down at me sympathetically and picked up the pig with her flamingo pink nails that made the pink of the pig look dull and plain compared to the sunset pink acrylics glued to her fingers.
“You sure you want this, doll? It’s missing a leg hun. We’ve got better piggy’s.” her accent was as thick as the trailer park walls she had came from. Her belly button ring was protruding and seemed to get closer and closer to my spotted freckled face.
“No, this ones good I can tell. It lost its leg fighting in ‘Nam for it’s country. It’s a hero.” My voice was heavy and masculine like almost upset with this woman and her tube top that showed too much on both ends.
Throughout the years the collection grew, elephants missing their tails, dollies without their eyes, quadriplegic apes and civil war veteran lions. The collection ever growing and when someone would enter my room the animals were stuffed into my closet as fast as possible to hide them from anyone who might not understand their beauty. All the animals but one, perfect doll with her flowered dress and rosy cheeks, she had all her legs and arms and both her precious little eyes. And somehow this was the doll I could not relate to.





Spacing is weird on this.
Kind of annoying.
I don't really like it. Then again it is my writing.
True Story Kids.
When everyone was listening to spice girls I also wanted to be Pat Benetar

Seriously folks, this is the big one. Right when my mom and I started getting along everything went downhill. Maybe she's going through menopause..
Then again it could be because I'm mean. But it's never bothered her before. I'm actually hiding in my room right now. HIDING. I feel like I'm back in seventh grade and I should be blasting loud goth rock in my room.
Instead I'm trying to lay low. Avoid her at all costs.
I'm scared to leave my room, and it's tuna noodle casserole night. D:


Oh, and school tomorrow.
D:

Bathroom Remodeling Project Day 1
[Stage One: Demolition]
[Keith's Frustration Level: Low]

Well day one is almost complete. Of course day one is the demolition phase which keeps Keith's frustration level at a low. I think it's the fact he gets to break things. I didn't think to take pictures before the demolition started but let me assure you our bathroom was disgusting. our sink was black so it showed everything, our first toilet was absolutely horrible and no one even wanted to use it. We had this ugly turquoise counter top and one wall that had been wallpapered then painted over black. Keep in mind none of this was from my family, the prior family had the worst taste in the history of ever. (Need I remind you of our bright red and fuchsia living room?) Anyways we're planning on having two sinks one for me, and one for Jessica, an actual bathtub instead of the little shower, and definitely more drawers, seeing as how I never realized how much crap I have but can't seem to live without. The only drawback to having my bathroom being worked on is that it's close to school which means I have to straighten my hair and do my makeup in either my own room or my moms bathroom.

This is more of a welcome back journal post. I used to play around on Eljay alot then I got bored and kind of blew this place. Emily and I decided to re-find our inner bloggers.  There has got to be some sort of rip in the space time continuem for me and Emmy to re-join the blogosphere. This is a dangerous place. Full of Mountain Trolls and wizards. :B
Tomorrow I get to wake up and drink some of Christa's coffee. That's mainly the reason why I come. That and they're family :D
Emily has a tendency to write on the computer moniter with her expo marker and I'm 'bout ready to bust a cap. 


Anyways, I'm going into my senior year completly unprepared and it sucks.
i also have lost my faith in the educational system.
Not a very good feeling. Perhaps I should drop out and become a beatnik. I could live in a shitty apartment and live off of  Ramen and day old bread.

Or I could finish highschool and go to SFCC. ;3;
Either way is good with me.