Innocence with Bloody Hands

I LOVE HIM!

October 26, 2008 on 1:56 pm | In My Life, School, Stuff | 1 Comment

So yeah. I’m offically going out with David Gross.

According to him, we are dating. We kiss, we hug,m and once we even walked down the stairs to our class after lunch holding hands. We walk to class together all the time, but that time, we held hands.

SOme guy whom I do not know; Are you two dating?
David: What’s it to you?

OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! *squeegasm*

Anyway, we’re dating, I love him, I’m going to mouthrape him on Monday. I swear. This time, I will not wimp out. No kidding. I love him sooo much. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my LIFE.

And I mean that!

I hope I get to steal chips from his mouth later in life…

“I would do the get the chip thing,” David said with a smirk, “But you’d avcctually do it.”

“Yeah,” I responded with a grin, “You bet I would.”

That was so damn adoable when It happened. XD I love him, I love him, I love him, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!

I would DIE for him, I would KILL for him, I would CRY for him, I would LAUGH for him, I would HATE for him, I would do ANYTHING FOR HIM!

I’m OBSESSED! I can’t HELP it! THere’s NOTHING I can do to STOP it. Then again, I don’t WANT to stop it!

I LOVE HIM!

Missing You

October 20, 2008 on 3:43 pm | In My Life, Preteen Emo Syndrome, School, Stuff, WOW | 1 Comment

David wasn’t in school today.

ITS BEEN A WHOLE THREE DAYS! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY LONGER!

*commits suicide*

This is getting ridiculous. I miss him more than I miss Gina. and that’s saying something. But seriously… I went a whole five days without seeing David once, and I nearly killed myself from the withdrawal symptoms.

That’s really pathetic. I need to kill myself. If I miss him after three days… gawd. If he isn’t in school tomorrow, I’m committing suicide I’ll cry.

Withdrawn NYASH!

Kimmie~

Show Me Love

October 10, 2008 on 1:35 pm | In Art, My Life, School, Stuff | 3 Comments

Show Me Love - Tatu

I don’t think I even told you this but… I have a crush.

His name is David Gross. He’s funny, he’s cute, he’s funny, he’s intelligent,and he’s funny. And I think he likes me.

We hug often, like, whenever we part ways, whether it’s him going to class, or him going home. The other day, he stuck a chip partial way into his mouth, and looked at me, wiggled the chip, and said, “Get the chip.” I almost did too, but the Mrs. Bodo called us and told us that we needed to get to class.

I was so pissed. That had been like… the perfect opportunity and excuse to make out with him over salty chips. Also, tortilla chips are fucking delicious.

Also, at the end of the day on Wednesday, I hugged him goodbye, and he actually picked me up, and started walking.

He says: Okay, I’m taking you with me.

Me: Nuu~ I have to go home, too~

So he put me down, and hugged me again, and left to get on the bus. He lives in Hancock, and I live in Sidney. Totally not fair. I need to get his address so I can drag him over here.

He’s also a really good artist. I have one of his pictures, in case you want to see it.

But seriously, me and David flirt so much, its hilarious. Mama says that flirting is a sign of maturity, so I’m proud of myself.

For me to be in love with someone this much is really saying something. I haven’t had a crush this big since John Marshall left for Georgia. And I actually got over John. I don’t miss him anymore. But like, its been two days since I last saw David, and I miss him already.

I’m kinda happy that I’m in love though… It’s a step; Natalie says that, if he returns my feelings, he might break me out of my shell, even if it is just a little bit. That would make my life. Not just my day, but my entire life. When I’m around David, I feel so alive, and so much like myself. I feel like I’m not pretending, but like I’m at home, and I can be that same Kimmie that you see day to day. But at the same time, I’m so shy around him… no, not shy. Nervous. Scared. I’m worried that if I say the wrong thing, I’ll completely turn him off from me, and creep him out. So I don’t really talk much around him, but when I do, we have awesome conversation that last about five sentences. Not really, our conversations can last pretty long, but we’re both really quiet, so we don’t really interact verbally very much. I sit with him at lunch, and he sit relatively close to me during homeroom periods, and we talk a little bit. And he likes going through my bag as well.

Recently, he stopped doing that, but he used to, and that’s all that really counts, right? Well, I guess that’s it for now, but Pathetically In Love Kimmie will get back to you if there are any development.

Lovey Dovey NYASH!
Kimmie~

The Gangster Song

October 9, 2008 on 11:15 am | In Natalie, Stuff, WOW | Comments Off

I like gangsters cause they feeds me Mac and cheesy

They’re really, really nice and they’re not very sleazy

And they’re cool, cause they’re fly,

Unlike you, cause you’re a white guy

And you stroll, in your nerd suites

While we stroll cause we’re cool dudes

We’re gangsters

We feed you Mac and cheesy

We’re really, really cool and we’re not very sleazy

And we’re cool, cause we’re fly,

Unlike you, cause you’re a white guy

And you stroll in your nerds suites,

While we stroll, cause we’re cool dudes!

Hey gangsters,

Please feed me Mac and cheesy

You’re really, really nice and your not very sleazy

And you’re cool, cause you’re fly

Unlike us, cause we’re white guys

And we stroll, in our nerds suites

While you stroll, cause your cool dudes.

We’re gangsters

x4

We’re nice

X8

And we feed you Mac and cheesy!

Mac and cheesy!

And we feed you Mac and cheesy!

Mac and cheesy!

And we’re fly, cause we’re cool

Yo!

X2

Natalie made this up. I don’t know where the Mac and Cheesy thing came from but… yeah. Its a gangster song… don’t flame me about the white guy comment.

A Little Self-Expedition

September 22, 2008 on 9:22 pm | In Preteen Emo Syndrome, School, Sisters, Stuff | 2 Comments

I can’t get good grades

I can’t make honor roll

I can’t sleep

I can’t make myself pretty

I can’t make it through the school year

I can’t stop cutting

I can’t make it

I can’t do this anymore

I’m afraid to fail

I’m afraid to mess up

I’m afraid to cry

I’m afraid to show how I really feel

I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me

I’m afraid that I’ll die

I’m afraid of the nightmares

I’m afraid of myself

I don’t want to do this

I don’t want to pass

I don’t want to go to school

I don’t want to make honor roll

I don’t want to get good grades

I don’t want to fail

I don’t want to cry

I don’t want to hurt

I don’t want to try

I don’t want to mess up

I don’t want to make this work

I want to be alone

I want to be me

I want to cut

I want to cry

I want to be happy

I want to be angry

I want to be able to show you who I really am

I want to be able to show you how I really feel

I want to be able to show you that I’m pretty

I want to see my sister again

I want to erase everything that I don’t want

I hate myself

I hate a lot of people

I hate to cry

I hate being weak

I hate being angry

I hate being happy

I hate hiding who I really am

I hate hiding how I really feel

I hate not being able to sleep

I wish I had been able to tell you all of this sooner

I wish my life were better

I wish I didn’t have nightmares

I wish I could sleep

I wish I wasn’t so stupid

I wish I could cry

I wish I wasn’t guilty of so many things

I wish I could show you how I really feel

I wish I could show you who I really am

I wish I was pretty

I wish I could get grades

I wish I could make honor roll

I wish I could make mama proud

I wish I could make Gina happy

I wish I was a nicer person

I wish I wasn’t so miserable

I wish I had never gone to Sidney Center school

I wish I had never had to change schools

I wish I didn’t need your help

I wish I was normal

I wish I was happy

I wish I didn’t scare everyone

I’m sorry for hurting you

I’m sorry for scaring you

I’m sorry for making you cry

I’m lost, and I don’t think I’ll ever be found

I wish you understood me