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Here are some random ramblings of a girl that will probably end up in an insane asylum sometime in her near future...Kookookachoo. She loves her Queen, she loves her Beatles and her Who and her Zeppy and her music in general. She loves her writing. She loves love. And she loves you. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I'm not missing out: I'm saving up.

It's been coming up more and more. At first, I was excited about it, then, slightly amused. Next, I got apathetic, and now I'm downright annoyed. Maybe I shouldn't be. But I am.

BUTT OUT OF MY LIFE, PEOPLE!!! C'mon, man! I love you, but do I honestly care what you think about the fact that I don't date, about the fact that I haven't been kissed or that I haven't had a boy friend? Heck. No. This is out of choice: if I had been that desperate to actually go looking for someone, I think I would have found him by now, alright? So CHILL. My life, not yours. My decisions, not yours. Besides, I'm not even allowed to date until I'm 16. I'm 15. That's one more year, people. Will I date when I'm 16? Maybe, maybe not. Then, it'll be a choice, something that's up to me. Sure, if I was able, I'd love to go out with you sometime, see a movie, maybe run by some fast food joint. But does that mean I "like" you? No. Does that mean I want you as a boy friend. Most definitely not! So get off of my case.

One girl at my lunch table today said this: "Oh, yeah. You haven' been kissed yet, have you? You're really missing out."

I looked her in the eye, incredulous at the thought of her actually having just said that, and said, "I'm not missing out. I'm saving up."

And that's the truth. Do I really want just any boy friend right now? No, and I think that would be stupid anyway. When I do get one, I want him to be the right one, not the "right now" one. I want my first kiss, my first cuddle, my first whispered "I love you" to actually come from someone I LOVE and that LOVES me back. Not someone that just thinks I'm hot. Not someone that doesn't really know me. Besides, I'd rather be an old maid, the old lady with all the cats, then end up with someone that I don't love.

I've already been dubbed as a heartbreaker. Do I care? Not really, no. I care when my male friends develope crushes on me and I have to break the news to them that I don't return the feelings, but other then that? No. I don't care. I'm a heartbreaker? Well, that's cool. I've got my own Led Zeppelin theme song, then, don't I?

Besides, let me get this straight with you: I've already got my eye set on someone, alright? I'll be nice to you, I'll be kind to you, I'll be your friend, but someone else has a grip on my heart already, as cliche as it sounds. And he knows that he does. So please, I'm not going to say it's wasting your time, but, especially if you're one of my friends, don't try to "win me over," because it won't work, and I'll just end up hurting you, which is something I REALLY don't want to do. Sorry.

Yeah...I needed to get that out. I'm getting sick of guys just talking to me because they want to ask me out. One guy I know only talked to me for two days before asking me out and admitting that he liked me. Okay, so I'm flattered, but I'm still going to say no, alright? If you want to hang in there another year, I might go out somewhere with you, but that in no way, shape, or form means that I'm "yours."

I could rant on so long about this, but I've got to go to bed. Goodnight all. Even the guys that this was directed to. I'm not mad at you, I swear. XD


Saturday, November 24, 2007

So, it's been a while...

And I'm not going to write much right now: I'm not feeling like it. You've had enough of my weepy entries, I think. I just wanted to say this:

Today, 24 November 1991, is the 16th anniversary of Freddie Mercury's death. I don't want to say much right now, but if you have anything to say, just leave a comment. Sorry if I seem like I'm sealing myself off a bit, but the truth is, I am. At least for now.

Please go to and donate some money, or at least give the site a look. It battles AIDS all around the world. Please, even if it's just a dollar or even less, donate. Every little bit helps. Nobody deserves to go out that way.

Alright, I'm going to go now. I hope you're all doing alright, and I love you all.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

I'm so moody. XD

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I'm taking a break (*coughPROCRASTINATINGcough*) on finishing this physical map of the Republic of Georgia I'm supposed to do, so I thought it would be a good time for me to blog. :)Hola, my fans. All three of you.

Including myself...

Anywho: I just wanted to apologize to anybody that was around me today over my moodiness. Yeah, I'm usually moody, fluctuating from overly nice to a bit of something that rhymes with witch, but that's normal. People have come to expect that from me. I'm nice, but I'm ticky. Most people figure out pretty quickly that I'm a little controlling, high strung, blah blah blah...dangit, I had a point...where'd it go?...Ah! There we go. Today has been one of the odd days, though. I went from being flat-out depressed (I listened to "Innuendo" and started crying) to hyper. Which I am now. I feel like freakin' Keith Moon. XD So, usually I hate mood swings because they make me mean towards others or whatever, but now? I love 'em. X3

XD My mom was on the verge of asking me if I thought I needed therapy today. I was still blue about Freddie (Yes, yes, issues, I have them, we know this), and I was talking to her about it, and she said, "Well, honey, do you think you need to g--", then I cut her off saying something else. So, yeah. It's official. I think dear mommy thinks I need therapy. Man, and to think I told her that, what, three years ago? XD

Oh, and I have a reason why I haven't been on here much: my nana just got surgery on her spine to remove a bone sliver, so pretty much any freetime I've had I've been spending over here. So, sorry.

And I've also been really happy lately! A certain someone is "at fault..." ;) I think he knows who he is.

Well...I guess I better go finish my Georgia map...-_- This is one of the reasons why it sucks to have a former art student as your geography teacher...She thinks everyone loves to draw...Oh, well.

Peace! :)
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