homewrecker with a heart of gold.

"anyways"

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 21:33:18 GMT

i like making new friends. fyi.

my getting dressesd for church consists of changing from one pair of sweats and an old t-shirt into another pair of sweats and another old t-shirt.

love, kaitlyn "doesn't put any effort into anything" mcneilly

hahaha life.

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 01:12:41 GMT

I had two of the funniest, almost best dreams ever last night. In the first dream, Erin, Jennifer, and I went to a Kenny Chesney (sp? he's a country singer) concert. It was great! I knew, like, one of the songs! Erin and Jennifer knew them all .______.;; And then, we left, and my dream fast-forward a month or so later, and the three of us went to another one. And the funny thing was, it was the same exact concert, he just changed the name of his tour. What a smart cookie. In the second dream, I made out with Taylor Lautner. Which was great. -cough-

ANYWAY.

Aww, it's the end of our three-day-weekend, boo hoo, blah blah blah. Actually, I'm really not happy with the end of the weekend, because I really didn't do anything different on my art project, which is bad because it will take me a lifetime and a half to finsh. Srsly.

Probably I won't talk to you soon, but it would sound good if I said that.

hi, you.

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 21:31:01 GMT

Sorry I've been totally neglecting you, LJ. That just, you know, happens sometimes in relationships. But I still love you. Baby, I miss you.

Ahahahaha. (Well, maybe just a bit?)

School started last week, and it's pretty fine. I have great classes, and, whatever, I don't even have the energy to ramble.

Yesterday I bought the cutest bag ever in the whole wide world and then, halfway home, I looked at it again and it's sewed wrong, so I have to call the company or email them or something and get them to send me a new one.

The End.

wow it's late/early

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 04:24:28 GMT

i really need to be in bed so i can wake up early and wrap up true blood season one. then i'll decide whether i need to shower or not (depending on how my hair looks; i took a late shower today) before going to sit in a hot, tiny room, and sift through dusty old books. i did say i was going to do this, but i don't know, it's going to suck and be boring, ugh. maybe i'll call jennifer and see what she's doing. i don't think she's working this week. BUT SHE IS WORKING tomorrow because she'll be late to our ~pool party~ that we (at least I) don't know where it's going to be. SIGH.

anyway.

today, ugh.

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 02:55:38 GMT

there was a storm last night, apparently, and this morning a tree fell. i have never been so afraid of something in my life; i thought someone was breaking into our house. when it hit, it sounded like someone ran across the deck--a very distinctive sound, by the way. i just ate a pancake, too, and i thought i was going to vomit all over the place. it was scary.

then i helped lynne move her classroom things to the new building and it was HOT. but we had some DELICIOUS chinese food for lunch. i still want more, yum yum.

but then i had to go to the dentist, and i love to go to the dentist, don't get me wrong, but i had the worst hygenist EVER. I HATE THIS WOMAN. she was snobby, and thought ellen degeneres (HOWEVER her name is spelled) was funny when she said "hi" to the audience. personally, i didn't think that was all that hilarious, myself. but idk dad keeps telling me i have a bad sense of humor (lol LUV U DADDY <3333). ANYWAY i thought she was going to pull my teeth out with that little pick-thingy, and when i told her she was being ABSO-FREAKING-LUTLY WAY TO ROUGH on my innocent little gums, she's all, "do you floss every day?" and i was like, "i floss, but no, not every single day." and she's all, "well, i can tell, because if you did, i would not have to dig under your gums." WHAT IN THE NAME OF SWEET JESUS, WOMAN. NOBODY, AND I MEAN, NOBODY INSULTS MY ORAL HYGENE. I never. I've got such a God complex when it comes to my mouth, I know, shut up. But anytime that I'm in a oral cleaning/working facility, I'm always complemented on my cleanliness.

AND THEN SHE TALKS ABOUT HOW GREAT HER BUTT SUCKING DAUGHTER IS.

this whole thing is immature, but i don't care, suck it. i almost bit her finger, twice. also i was really tempted to get up and walk out. dfaj;sdljkfa;djf

later mom told me that she used to work in my mom's office, and she was always this really self-centered, gotta-have-the-best-of-everything kind of person.

anyway, SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE ME LIKE THIS DD':

p.s. SUCK IT YOU OLD HAG. SUCK IT UNTIL YOUR FACE TURNS INSIDE OUT.

i really want her to get a cavity or something, but that isn't going to happen.

wait also. memorable quote of the day: "I'd rather say I hate gay people than condemn a person to hell." --Dad

awkward moment of the day: "Mom, I'd rather not watch True Blood with you. I mean, I can't." "Is it ugly?" "Well, uh, they curse a lot. And there's a lot of sex... but I fast foward through all the sex scenes!" "....................."

LOL GOODNIGHT YOU.

awesome vampire fiction story part 2 for lindsey

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 03:18:36 GMT

idk tell me how cliché and/or sappy this is. i like it, but idk, that's biased because obvs i wrote it. anyyyyyyway. what do you think should have happened.

“Vampires aren’t real.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

She looks at his teeth, at two sharp fangs. She turns, running to the crumbling rock steps and through the doorway, the door gone, rotted or otherwise. She rushes down a long corridor, through age-old cobwebs and over dusty, expensive carpets. There are portraits of regal-looking men hanging in gold plated frames, though she doesn’t have time to look at them. She can hear his footsteps behind her, and she’s trying to think of all the vampire facts she knows, but nothings coming to her mind, except, run, keep running, don’t stop. She once read that vampires are ultra-fast, but she doesn’t remember that, now.

There’s a stairway at the end of the hallway, and she can still hear his footsteps behind her (could he just be walking?). She isn’t sure the staircase will hold up but she doesn’t have time to think about it. She hurries up the stairs, each of them creaking and bending under her feet. When she makes it to the top floor, she hurries to a bedroom in the center of the hall and quietly shuts the door behind her. She leans her back against it, letting out a sigh, momentarily glad to be standing still.

Someone knocks on the door. It’s a soft, easy sound, like an expected guest, not a possible killer. She takes a sharp breath in through her nose, moving around so she faces the door, looking for any sort of lock.

“Darla.” It’s him.

“Go, go away.” She stumbles over the footboard of a old, squeaky bed, falling over onto the sheets.

“Darla, I’m breaking the door down, are you still behind it?”

“Go away.”

There’s a silence; she can feel her heart beating. Then, a startling crack, and the dry door seems to crumble at his feet. She pulls at the moth-eaten sheets, trying to pull herself backwards, but only succeeding in unmaking the old bed. He steps into the room, over the ruined door.

“I wish you would get off that. You know it’s old and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I’d help you up, if you want me to.”

“And then you’re going to eat me, right? You’re a monster. A monster. Stay away from me.”

He leans over, scooping her off the bed. She kicks and screams, but he holds her against his body, like a small child in the arms of its mother. He says, “I don’t want to hurt you, I promise.” He strokes her hair, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. “Please be still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She mashes her fingers into his shoulders, digging her nails into the soft cotton of his shirt, but he doesn’t flinch. She starts to cry, her tears making dark spots on his shirt. She’s tired, now, from running and struggling and fighting, so she just buries her face in his shoulder, still crying and whispering, “Please… don’t… kill me.”

He smiles, rubbing circles on her back. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeats, exiting the bedroom and treading down the hallway. He takes her down the stairs and out of the house. As soon as they’re back into the cloak of the trees, and it’s certain that Darla’s sleeping, he whistles.

From the shadows, a tall figure steps out. His eyes shine bright red and his gaze is set on Darla’s sleeping, breathing form. He flares his nostrils narrows his eyes. He whispers, “You’ll have to leave.”

“I know.”

“There’s a hostility-free zone due west, about seven miles. It’s a castle. I’ll be there later this evening. We’ll talk then.”

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll see you this evening.”

---

To insure that Darla would not wake up during the trip, Leo was sure to hurry. Once they had reached the hostility-free zone (one of only a few in the southeast, according to one of the maids), a butler showed them to a free room, explained that dinner would be brought to the room at exactly nine o’clock the following morning, lunch at twelve, and dinner at seven, unless requested otherwise, and that it was requested of all visitors to respect the eleven o’clock quiet time, which lasted until six in the morning. After that, the butler promptly left.

After the two had arrived in the room, he left Darla on the bed, giving her somewhere to really rest. It wasn’t long after he left the room for the balcony that she awoke.

She sat up, letting her legs hang over the edge of the bed as she absorbed her new environment. Thinking back, she could only remember running and screaming and arms around her, but how she came here, in this bed, in this large, cold room remains a mystery.

“Leo?” She stands up, her bare feet screaming against the temperature of the floor. She ignores them, lightly treading through the room, feeling the heavy red velvet curtains and the golden frames around pictures of regal looking men. She remembers something else: paintings of handsome strangers in elaborate robes and hats. She remembers they were blurs…

“Oh. Oh, God.”

About that time, Leo steps back inside. “Darla, hey, you’re awake. Do you want me to have someone bring you dinner?”

She’s seething. “You monster! What do you think you’re doing? You’re chasing me and then kidnapping me? Where am I? I want out of this place. Take me home, Leo.”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “In my defense, I’m not kidnapping you. I’m trying to protect you, Darla, you have to believe me. I’m not the scariest thing out there, alright?”

“You’re lying. You’re a monster, and you’re lying to me. Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”

“I am telling the truth! Darla, please, calm down.” He takes one step forward, she takes two steps back. She reaches for one of the little decorative pillows on the bed, throwing it at Leo. He simply dodges it, ignoring her hysterics.

“Do not touch me, Leo, so help me, I’ll… I’ll—”

“I love you.”

“I’ll—what?” She freezes.

“I love you, Darla. I’m in love with you. I have always loved you, always. Just, please. I need you trust me, and I need you to trust me now. I don’t want to hurt you; I don’t want anything to happen to you. Please. Please. You have to believe me.” He steps closer and this time, she doesn’t move. He reaches out his hand. “Darla. I need you to listen to me. There is something out there, in our own town, and it’s powerful. It’s dangerous. I’m trying to protect you.”

“Leo, I… I’ll be outside.” She rushes past him, her head down, slipping out the door to the balcony. He doesn’t move, nor does he turn to watch her leave. He stands there, mouth agate.

---

At 10:30, there’s one quick knock on the door to the room. Darla is still outside, leaning against the castle walls. Leo waits a second before going to answer the door; long enough for him to glance out the glass windows at Darla. She’s still out there, her eyes focused on the floor.

It’s one of the maids. “Sir, a Mister Beauregard requests your presence in the sitting room.”

“Thanks.”

The woman nods and promptly leaves. Leo shuts the door, picking up his pullover from the foot of the bed. He sticks his head out the balcony door.

“Darla? I’m going to the sitting room for a while. I have a, uh, friend to talk to. Okay? I’ll be back—”

Darla twists around, looking into Leo’s deep blue eyes. Her eyebrows furrow for a second, then relax. She moves uncomfortably close to his face, their noses nearly touching. “Do you remember what you said to me earlier?”

Leo blinks. “I… yeah, sorry.”

She puts her finger on his lips, shushing him. “Don’t apologize. I’ve been thinking. I love you too.”

“No, I really—what?”

She stands a little taller, pressing her lips to his for just a second. “I said, I love you too.” She smiles, even laughs a bit. “I mean it. I don’t trust any of this, but I trust you. And that’s what matters most, right?”

He puts his hands on her shoulders. “Thanks.”

“Let me go with you to talk to your friend.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Haven’t you had enough for one day?”

“If I’m going to get myself into this, I want to be in this, okay? I’m going with you.”

Leo takes a step back and extends his hand. “Okay.”

Darla grins, taking his hand in hers. “Okay.”

---

Lawrence stands as the two enter the grandiose parlor. He extends a hand to the lady, giving her an uneasy glance. “You must be Darla,” he says, charm and intelligence dripping from his voice. “I am Lawrence Beauregard, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Darla places her hand in his, and he kisses it. “The pleasure is mine.”

Leo shoots her a frown, but she only shrugs.

“Now,” Lawrence continues, “I’m quite glad that you brought along Miss Darla. Ester was worried she would have to listen to our ‘war plans’,” he laughs, “all night. Ester, darling?”

A beautiful blonde woman steps into the room, a copy of Dracula in her right hand. “Yes, Lawrence?”

“I would like you to meet someone, dear.”

She’s dressed so casually, just a pair of faded jeans and a worn-out Nirvana tee. Her long hair is pulled back into a sloppy side pony-tail, and she’s wearing glasses. “Hi,” she smiles. “I’m Ester. I know this is sudden, but can I ask you a question? Are you human?”

“I’m Darla. And, yeah.”

“Oh, thank God. I’m sick of all these vampire hormones. I don’t even feel human anymore, but I still wear these crappy glasses, so… What I’m saying is, thank you for being here. Do you want to step outside?”

Leo and Lawrence both throw her worried glances. “No!” They shout in unison, earning looks from others in the room.

Lawrence explains, “You really need to stay inside, both of you.”

Ester sighs. “Fine. We can go to my room and relax. Talk about human things.”

“That would be great, actually.”

The two wave to their male counterparts and head upstairs.

Leo takes a seat in the armchair adjacent to Lawrence, his eyes focused the leather-bound book on the side table. Lawrence simply shrugs. He tells the younger, “I don’t know. It’s all pictures. I can’t figure it out. Here,” he reaches to the left, picking up the mysterious book, and holding it out to Leo, “you take a look.”

Leo thumbs through the pages, stopping at a line drawing of a waterfall dripping from a mountain’s rocky face. “This looks like the waterfall just a few miles from here. Maybe it’s a map, broken up into pages.”

But the other vampire shakes his head in disagreement. “Maps tell you where to go. This is more like… a travel guide of places to visit.”

“That’s it!” Leo flips to the next spread of pages. “It’s a diary, of pictures. I would assume of places that they have been to, or places they know they need to go. See, there’s the waterfall, and on the next page is the lake—the lake and the waterfall are less than a mile from one another. So it has to be some sort of map. Where did you find this?”

“It was for sale, in a bookstore. Quite some time ago, actually. I would say nearly forty or fifty years ago.”

Leo sighs. “Maybe it’s too late, then.”

“Perhaps not,” Lawrence suggests. “But I think you’re right. We need to start at the beginning and see where it this leads. What’s on the very first page?”

Leo flips drops the pages back to the very first one. He looks at the image, passing the book back to Lawrence. “I don’t know where that is, do you? It looks like a forest.”

The older vampire holds the page out in front of him, carefully studying the trees. “Wait,” he says, almost in a whisper, “look, here, between these trees. It looks like a felled house. Do you think it’s the old cemetery?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

---

“So, what is this place?”

Darla and Ester are both reclining on the bed in the room the latter shares with Lawrence. According to the clock, it’s now eleven o’clock, and they’re both being extra careful to whisper, though, at least Ester knows that rule is only in place for the humans that stay in the castle.

“This is what many refer to as a hostility-free zone. An HFZ. There are a few of these scattered around the southeast; the further north you go and the further west you go, the less you see. This one, as you are certainly aware, is in an old castle. Others are kept in big farmhouses, warehouses, old factories. The idea, I think, is to keep them ‘undisclosed’, though I feel like they’re all so outlandish. I’m pretty sure they’re just safe houses for human friends of vampires. People like us. The unfanged.”

Darla sits up. “So. This vampire stuff is a big deal, huh?”

“Yeah, it is.” Ester risers, too, placing a hand on Darla’s shoulder. “Are you scared?”

“Terrified.”

Ester smiles, wrapping her arms around Darla, saying, “You will be. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. That feeling never, ever goes away. But you have to remember: we’re the good guys.” She moves back. “There’s something out there, something powerful. I don’t know what it is, but I know it has to be stopped. Lawrence and Leo are working to try to figure out what, exactly, we’re up against.”

Darla sighs. “I’m so mad at Leo, though. I feel like I’ve been lied to, all this time. If someone asked me when I was younger, ‘What do you think you’ll be doing in ten years?’ I don’t think I would have imagined saying that I’d be in love with a vampire detective.” She laughs, softly. “I wouldn’t have imagined anything. I’d have probably said that I would be graduating college, going to work for a veterinarian, eventually working my way up the ladder, and maybe being head of an animal hospital. But not this. Certainly not this.”

“I don’t think anyone dreams of this life. Some days I feel like we’re criminals. We’re always running.”

“Do you ever feel unsafe?”

“I don’t think death itself could make me not feel safe around Lawrence. I love him, therefore I trust him. I know he would never let anything hurt me.”

“That’s so sweet.”

Ester laughs, falling back onto the pillows. “It’s not sweet, really. When it comes right down to it, it’s trust or death.”

---

Leo pulls the bed’s duvet over Darla, himself sitting up beside her, running his fingers through her hair. Outside, the moon is just a sliver away from being full, and it’s no secret to Darla that something about that has Leo feeling uneasy. She doesn’t say anything, however. She just watches the ceiling, enjoying the comfort of his fingers in her hair. It makes her feel like she’s at home. Not here, but with him. Stars twinkle against the black velvet of the night sky; she watches them through the great glass doors.

She pulls herself up, in a sitting position, and snuggles close against Leo’s side. She brings the blanket up around her, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I trust you,” she says. “I mean that.”

So since it's summer...

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 21:51:48 GMT

...and I have nothing better to do (though, in my opinion, this is a great way to spend my time), I've been writing and would obviously like to post this to hyperbelles, eventually. I have just begun , but pretty much know where I want to go with it. So! This is where you guys come in (mainly linds_y and blackholexsun because, lol, you're my favs). Tell me what you think and what needs to go or what you'd like to see happen. I'll work on it, post to hyperbelles, and let you guys check it out. Enjoy, lovlies.

Oh, also, I didn't look at this for typos, etc., so point any of those out that you see.

Most of the party-goers are busy in the oversized, Victorian style house at the end of the street. The road, however, is lined in cars; restored, sparkling classics, next year’s models of Italian-engineered sports cars that cost more money than she’ll see in her life. The music thumps all throughout the house and the lawn and the grassy expanse around the property, and those that are dancing outside are barefoot and drinking.

He’s wearing that tight black polo she likes so much, the one that makes him look “surreal”, as she says. He’s leaning on the porch rails, looking out at the flower gardens, at all the people here to celebrate… something or other.

She’s standing behind the screen door, just watching him watch everyone else. The music is still pounding away, and after a minute, she decides she would much rather stroll through the woods than spend another moment in the house.

The door swings open with a creak and she hurries over to his side, putting her hand on his arm and pulling him down the stairs. She moves her hand into his, and they head for the woods. As they’re walking he says, “This used to be an old burial ground for vampires, but that was a long time ago.”

He says, “All these houses were for the patriarchs that were chosen by God to guard the cemetery.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “I thought you couldn’t kill a vampire… easily. All these houses are in shambles. From age?’

“No,” he explains as they continue deeper into the forest, “They were torn down shortly after they were built, because you can’t kill a vampire, easily. Back then, they didn’t know what people know today. They thought they could die as easily as a normal human. They were wrong.”

“Are you saying the vampires tore down these houses?”

“Vampires tore down the town. Some places they burned, some they just trashed. Then the forest grew, and eventually it was lush and desolate. The house we just left is one of only a few houses that are still standing from the old town. It was rumored in neighboring counties that the creatures were still living here, hiding themselves in the woods. Supposedly, though, someone banished them from the land. No one has ever said what exactly happened, but they do say he made some sort of deal with them. And, I guess people finally moved back. The area was repopulated and no one’s seen the vampires since. But with all those weird attacks lately, I’m starting to wonder…”

Her body tenses. “You think vampires are behind this? You don’t actually… believe in that stuff, do you?”

“Well,” he says, grinning. Something in his eyes sparkles, and she starts to feel uneasy. He releases her hand, looking into her eyes. She moves backwards, trying to avoid him. She’s panicking, and when her hand touches the cold foundation of one of the patriarch houses, she really worries.

“Please,” she cries, “Don’t hurt me.”

He puts his hands on her shoulders, leaning in close to her neck. He touches his lips to her ear, closing his eyes.

“Gotcha,” he whispers.

“What! You, you,” She pushes him back. “God Almighty, I was scared! I was terrified! I-I should… You are not funny.”

He smiles, showing his bright teeth. “So I guess you wouldn’t take it well if I were really a vampire?”

She hits his arm. “Vampires aren’t real.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

SMAAAAALL FRIIIIIIIGHTS!

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 02:34:30 GMT

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place an order.
do it.

you know you want one.

dksjafl;sdkjfal;df

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 17:11:49 GMT

HARPER'S ISLAND SEASON FINALE OH MY GOD AKLDJFAL;JDF YES, MFYESSSSSSS. UNFF.

I LOVED IT.

Uhhm, my mouth = gross. I wish my stitches would hurry up and dissolve I CAN FEEL THEM, EW. EW.

Can't wait until next Saturday; dinner with friends and fam. Maybe ~~~someone~~~ will also come? Hmm. Hahaha. I told Linda and John we were all going to dance. Doubt it, since we are too educated in the ways of, as dad puts it, "country-dancin'", but we'll see.

As for today, Picnic with friends, yayyy. I really want a hot dog, now.

SPEAKING OF NOW, lunch is ready.

i'm tired of this town again

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 03:53:01 GMT

i was on twitter, which surprises you i know, and noticed that iamjonwalker is only following thisisryanross. i never double-checked, but i'm pretty sure ryan is still following other people. bitch, please? obv something bigger than "musical differences" caused the split up. jennifer likes country music, but we can look past our musical differences and still be bffs. not an exact comparison, but it totally fits.

anyway, my sockets are starting to feel better. it's still kind of gross, though, but not as bad as it was. i'm starving, too.

i also think twitter needs some kind of @entirefriendslistsoidon'thavetotypeeveryone'susernameout function. that would be great, thanks.

hungry hungry hippos

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 21:11:48 GMT

because i know how important it is to you, today i had a bowl of cream of wheat, chicken noodle soup with mushy crackers, a bowl of mushy pinto beans, and a small plate of buttery scrambled eggs. as of this morning i had lost two pounds, which actually put me at my target weight from earlier this summer. score! but i'm starving, though, and my sockets are still sore. i've swollen a little bit, but i'm keeping an ice pack on my cheeks so it's not too bad. i slept pretty well last night, except for a 2:45 bathroom break.

because i can't exactly do anything, i've had to sit inside and watch television, and there is NOTHING on the tube during the day. currently, i'm watching spongebob squarepants because my newest issue of tv guide told me the little guy is going to be celebrating his tenth anniversary this year, which makes me feel incredibly old. ):

i can't find my action replay, either, so i can't cheat at pokemon platinum. thinking of that reminded me that i still haven't got past the libra of something-or-rather in elebits, and i can't beat the boss in the legendary starfy. oh, my life.

i'm tired, but i don't want to go to sleep because i need to sleep at night.

now there's some show of nick that i don't want to watch, but my head's a little swimmy and i don't want to get up to get the remote. so.

also, i made a last.fm account, and while i wouldn't normally admit something like this, i don't really understand it. at all. but, uh, my username is ktlnicole. jsyk.

maybe i could make a facebook, too. you can definitely tell i don't have anything better to do with my life.

this show on my tv is really stupid and it's getting on my nerves.

"I feel like a cell phone on vibrate"

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 16:01:41 GMT

I say the most ridiculous things when I'm under the influence of laughing gas, oh my gosh. Mom recorded a couple things, including me attempting to apply lip balm. Anyway.

I feel ten thousand kinds of bad. Not like sick (though I was a little nauseaous earlier), but as far as pain. On a scale of one to ten, this feels like a 6, especially my upper left socket, where I described to dad it was like "I have sewing needle stuck in my cheek," to which he replied, "I don't think you have any sewing needles stuck in your cheek." But it still hurts. My nose is running now, but my mouth bleeding is gone down. I'm ready for it to stop; that's the worst taste in the world. I don't know how vampires do it, haha. Maybe in a couple days Jennifer or somebody will come and visit me and make fun of the possible chipmunk cheeks I'll have then, if they decide to swell, since that seems to vary among person.

I'm on these great white pills that seem really huge (not horse pills, but they just seem big to me, ha). Not Vicodin, like everyone said, but they're something. I read it to mom in my impaired slur, and she was like, "woah, that's pretty powerful." I don't remember what it is, though.

Anyway, I think I'll check out Twitter, and maybe if my cheeks will swell, I'll TwitPic that so you can lol.

"..."

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:44:12 GMT

I get my wisdom teeth out at 8:30 tomorrow. NOT excited. I can't eat after midnight, too, and I really have the munchies. I want some Doritos or something. We don't have any, though, so I'll probably eat some kind of cereal. Or not at all, I don't know. My lips feel really salty, too, and I keep chewing on them, so they'll be all red and bothered tomorrow, on top of my teeth. But they'll give me drugs and stuff, and everyone says it's no big deal. I'm worried I'll probably cuss my parents out, God. Mom promises she'll phone-video me, and I wouldn't put it past her to text it to you guys. That reminds me, I have to show her how to work the camera on her cell phone. Hm.

Do not want oral surgery tomorrow, okay? Please don't make me go, please?

Love you guys.

WEEE MUST REINVENT LOOOOVE

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 22:42:54 GMT

Happy End-Of-Every-Emo-Girls-World Day! If you haven't heard, and I know you have because I know who reads this, Panic at the Disco broke up. I think it's sad, and they went about it all wrong, because you know Spencer/Jon and Brendon/Ryan were my OTPs. AHEM. Sorry. And F-U, LiveJournal, for being ghey and making me type this in the stupid HTML screen, I hate that. I'm surprised, but I'm not impressed. I'm assuming Jon and Ryan are going to go off on into that psudo-Beatles sh*t, and whatever, Pretty. Odd. is soothing and trippy, but I don't think I'll buy your albums. Well, maybe. If everyone is right and Brendon and Spencer get a Fever, I'll be all over that like a dog in heat. No really. While my love of Ryan Ross was over, now it's over again. Sorry, you can come take your sh*t back, I don't need it. Except for you vests, I like those. WHAT A COUPLE WEEKS OF TRAGEDY, WORLD, WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'? Anyway, my sympathy to those of you still pulling ):'s over this. Probably everything will be find in the world and no one will die or whatever. I feel like I need to listen to some Panic, anyway. I think I'll start loving them again. Just for old times sake.

HAHA LIKE I ACTUALLY EVER STOPPED, SUCKERS!

Also, for those of you that noticed, little borrowed lappytop is letting me online! Oh, happy day!

close your eyes, just settle, settle

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 17:46:07 GMT

I SHALL BE NOT HERE SHORTLY! AH, THE ~~FREEDOM~~ PAIN.

Actually, to be honest, I don't know what I'm going to do... not being able to get Pokémon news and read polls and everything else and OH IF I HAD THAT BLACKBERRY... but, uh, that's not important right now.

WHAT IS, however, is that I'm going to the beach, la la la, goin' to da beeeech, la la la. I'm excited, can you tell?

Really, that's all I wanted to say.

Love you, bye. See you in a week.

-sniff- -headache- -pills- -sneeze-

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:46:34 GMT

I HATE YOU, IMMUNE SYSTEM. AND YOU TOO, EXAMS. AND STRESS! DIE.

I really want mom to hurry home with my Taco Bell; I'm hungry.

'skoose me miss

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 00:36:59 GMT

Have you ever liked a guy and then you didn't and then he did something and then you did again? Yeah. That's all I'm sayin'.

Also, even though Caleb doesn't read my LJ, YOU'RE AWESOME, THANKS.

He's a guy, so he's helpful. :DDD

ANNNNNNNNND. I know I told you all my story crap was going at hyperbelles , but I'm a lazy flannel shirt and I feel like loving you. So here is a preview which will either be my next little fiction story or my next failed attempt at a romance. Enjoy.

The supermarket has that fresh produce smell of chlorinated mist and cardboard packing boxes. The tiles look like they’re buffed twice a day; you can see your reflection in them. The lights are extra-bright, and on a really dark day, it looks like Heaven when you first walk inside the facility.

She has her same dark hair loose and bouncing around her shoulders. Her brown eyes look over the apples, trying to find nice, fresh ones for the pie she’s baking for her dinner with her parents tonight. Outside, it rains, tapping on the industrial metal roof of the store. She pulls one of the fruits to her nose, taking a deep breath. Just over the crest of it, she sees a figure that brings a flood of memories to her mind. She sets the apple with the others, leaving her shopping basket on the floor.

She heads across the floor, to the bakery, where this figure browses over the day’s fresh baked French loaves.

“Excuse me,” she interrupts. He turns around and she knows, now, but she needs to finish her question, of course. “Are you—”

“Lydia?”

She smiles. “Jack.”

He extends his arms for a hug and she finds her head pressed against his chest. The familiar smells of him and his warmth make her feel like crying, but instead, she laughs.

“It’s been a while.”

He answers, “Yeah, it really has. Are you still living here?”

She steps back, shakes her head no. “I’m visiting my parents, so I won’t be here much longer. What about you?”

“I moved back here after college. Something about this place I couldn’t leave.” He doesn’t say, “That was you,” and he doesn’t tell her, “I tried to find you, but it seemed like you had left”. But he wants to.

“Well, maybe we should get together sometime. Go out for lunch or something. To catch up, I mean.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but his phone starts to ring. She backs up as to not intrude on his conversation, but she can’t help but to overhear a few things. Most notably, “Right, hon. See you soon.”

He comes back to her, “Sorry about that. Anyway, yeah, I would love to do that. When do you leave?”

“I have to catch a plane Friday, so is tomorrow too soon?”

“Of course not.” He smiles, “At the old place?”

“It’s still here?”

He nods, and then she nods. The two share one more hug before parting ways.

That evening, in her old bedroom, she sits in front of the bookshelf, flipping through her high school yearbooks, at all his signatures and their funny pictures. She sighs, hearing him say ‘hon’ over and over in her mind.

She doesn’t sleep at all, that night.

It’s 11:51 when she pulls up to the restaurant. It’s the same little hamburger diner they ate at for their first date, and for prom both years, and their last post-graduation date. There’s a table in the corner where they wrote their names in Sharpie under the table. She hopes it’s available.

OKAY, COMMENT NOW. THX.

take your skin off when you're talking to me

Sat, 30 May 2009 14:41:27 GMT

school is almost over, YES. I have Monday and Tuesday, a ton of crap to turn in Wednesday, an End-of-Course exam Thursday, then I'm out two days, and go back for another EOC Tuesday. lkjdfa;d EXCITEMENT.

Yesterday was a great day; I was stupidly hyperactive all day. And slight interactions with a ~certain someone~~ are always pleasing to the eyes. Anyway, I'm scouring the world for Pokemon, so I'm tying this up here.

LUV U.

hey, you!

Sun, 24 May 2009 02:32:49 GMT

ATTENTION SHOPPERS.

ktlnicole 's fiction will be moving from sugarsongs to hyperbelles for easier posting access and a better name.
please remove sugarsongs from your friends list and add hyperbelles .

also there is a sale on overripe cantaloupes.

AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING WHOLE FOODS.

the first rule about tree house club is you don't talk about tree house club.

Sat, 23 May 2009 23:12:21 GMT

so there.

i want to make shirts for us, you guys. with tree houses on them, obviously. and not erin.

HAHAHA JUST KIDDING LUV U GURL XOXO.

anyway, i'm tired and i want to play pokemon and i want a new phone and i want some wi-fi.

bye.

p.s. don't talk about tree house club.

i know you guys are embarassed when i do this...

Sun, 17 May 2009 00:32:24 GMT

It is so wonderful, you know. Pokémon Generation VI is beautiful in the way that it gives us the lovely Giratina AND NOW A REMAKE OF GOLD AND SILVER, WHICH ARE PRETTY MUCH BETTER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE. I'm not even exaggerating here (not that you're all that great, anyway :P). I'm so excited. I suppose, however, it will be next year before we get it across the Pacific; the Japanese release date is September 11, 2009 (hi, terrorism!). I would pay money to be able to speak Japanese. And then I would live there. And be accepted for all my nerd-ness.

I just wanted to share.

And I wanted to procrastinate from working on this Civics project, ugh.

@linds_y

Fri, 15 May 2009 01:54:29 GMT

you know, it's way too bad that doesn't actually work on livejournal.

anyway, i just wanted to see if you liked my icon.

i just wanna come back to life

Tue, 12 May 2009 20:04:21 GMT

maybe i've been spending way too much time in my head, thinking about ~things. or maybe i'm just being me. and maybe i shouldn't even go here. but when i think about it, really think about it, i feel like i don't have any friends. obviously i have people that i hang out with and talk to and whatever, but what is a friend?

wordnet.princeton.edu says: a person you know well and regard with affection and trust

okay. so.

but sometimes i just sit and think and pick out all the flaws of people. things i can't stand about them; what they say or do. maybe everyone does this. i don't know. who and what is really a friend?

probably this shouldn't be posted. comments disabled.

light me up.

Fri, 01 May 2009 02:17:38 GMT

so, hi, livejournal, how's it going?

in recent news, i was less than twenty feet from pete wentz and fall out boy were more amazing live friday night (that's 4/24/2009) than i think they have ever been in their entire life. speaking of pete, he's my art project. :D

my life is awesome, i tell great stories about what i would do with band members (does that sound gross to you?), ponder how they put your plumbing indoors (linds_y, blackholexsun), and start phone sex. AH HAHAHAHA THAT'S FUNNY BECAUSE I DON'T MEAN ACTUAL PHONE SEX, BUT I ACTUALLY DO! AH HA!

and, uh, about five weeks of school left. i'm getting sophomoreitis, i can feel it in my bones.

has anyone told you they love you recently?

hug me, kiss me.

who, me? posting? on livejournal? pfft.

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 18:09:42 GMT

I haven't been on here in so long...
...there are cobwebs in my bandwith.
...there are more loudtwitters (i stopped that, right?) than posts.
...i can see dust on my layout.
...i have to make up crappy "jokes?" instead of a reason.

SpRiNG FLipPiNG bReAk.

:|

happy late easter?

I need to work on math extra credit, civics project (ksdjf;akjdfs) and civics journals. I swear, if that class doesn't kill me soon I might kill myself. Or, you know, that procrastination bug that crawled in my brain forever ago. Internet sigh.

I think I'll go read my friends page.