I'm a brat!

I really am, my mood around Christmas is a rollar coaster kind of thing. One second I feel like luckiest girl in the world with all the thing I recieved, but then I realize that all those gifts can't erase the worries I have on my plate. And then I feel like I want more so I can erase those worries. Then I hate myself for being selfish and then I tell myself to deal it. I know I have enough! SHUTUP COMPLAING KESHIA! Once again I'm happy and then the process starts all over again.

It's Christmas!

I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, preparing for my Aunt's annual Christmas party. I love my Aunt, every year the moment I get out for Christmas break I go to her house and stay with her until her party, which is usully on the the 23rd or 24th. This Christmas party is special to me. It's the only time that almost everyone in my family gets together. Afterwards I always have that feeling that maybe there is something more to Christmas than what we all think.

Harmonia <3

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Have you ever noticed that when the wind blows leaves across the ground it sounds alot like someone creeping up upon you in the dark?

And...

I don't understand how people can't be completely wrapped around music. How can you NOT lose yourself in it? Music is one of the most powerfuls things to greet this poor and tragic earth.

I love...

Chili on cold days. Music that makes me want to dance.
Fresh, clean air.
The sound of bubble wrap.
Glittery fingernail polish.
Cuddling with my orange kitty.
My best friend,Marina, because she's almost not sick anymore.
The smell of Love Spell.
Being in a clean enviroment.
Stretching.
Hair thats super static-ky.
Exchange students from Germany.
Stuffed animals.
Writing.
Paul Miller's jacket in Chem II and the jokes we make about it.
Musical scales.
Teila Younce and yellow trail maid dresses.
Germ-X.
Take home quizzes.
Knowing that indigo is NOT part of the rainbow.
Holding hands with Emmit.
Wind in my hair.
My scarf.
Stealing Leah's first 'fresh form New York' hug.
Hearts.
Panda bears.
Looking at Rachel's drawings.
Playing with Dyllon's hair.
Asking for a lunch without gravy....an actually getting it.
The blue tabs on my clarinet case.
Funny faces.
Tiff-a-elbow.
3/4 cardigan sleeves.
Hello Kitty watches.
Make-up that still looks good at the end of the day.

Victoria L. Gillett!

Vivacious Incredible Creative Terrific Outstanding Radiant Intelligent Awesome

Vicky is one of the best friends a girl could ever have. Today she celebrates her seventeenth birthday and I just wanted to wish her a happy birthday and tell what is so amazing about this girl who has lived on this world for seventeen years.

I’ve known Vicky longer then I’ve known most people. Our friendship measures back to the days of third grade pace and catching lizards. I wish I would have taken pictures back then. A tiny Vickifers and Keshia would have been a fun sight. Vicky is one of those friends that understand me. She can listen to what I have to say and really care. She always makes me laugh with her sarcastic comments.

So, happy birthday Vicky! And thank you for being a great friend.

Conversations d'un autre genre

Me: You know how it is. You just get in the moment and you can't control yourself. We're just teens full of sticky-sweet hormones.

Dyllon: More like sticky and salty!