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Tuesday, June 28, 2005::

"And how do you take your orphan?" "I take my orphan regular, please!"

...man, the things you think of at 3 o-clock in the morning.

I don't really have that much to say. Um. My glasses broke. I need to urinate. I had a weird dream last night. I painted my fignernails green. Nathan bought me bracelets, buttons and a slimjim. XB I <3 him. He spoils me, but I'd love him even if he didn't buy me things.

So...I still need to urinate, and my glasses are still broke. I'm really bored. I need a friend. o.O I'm going to pretend and play TheSims2! XD

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 2:13 PM:-

I wish I looked like this:





ORIGINAL:

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 11:01 PM:-

The Dearly Awaited Wedding of DOOM

Somehow I feel like that should be the name of my wedding. Oh well. So basically, my cousin Keila is getting married and my sister is going to be a flower girl. Cute. I truly believe that my parents can not enjoy themselves, or make the most of anything. They are just content with always feeling BAD, unless of course there is money involved, and then they're happy.
Coming from my dad who is used to going to a thousand funerals he admitted that he didn't know hardly anything about weddings, and he was "involved in one of them" (he was married TWICE, what happened to the other one? o.O):

dad: "ugh, you know, I HATE these things!"
me: O.O "DAD! It's a WEDDING, someone's getting MARRIED"
dad: "Yeah, I know, but what did they ever do for me?"

That, ladies and gentleman, goes to prove once more that my dad doens't care about anyone or anything unless they do something for him. Then he'll do it reluctantly, still. I'm quite certain the only reason he likes me is because he wants me to be a doctor, make lots of money and give him money. And the fact that I promised him a Yaught when I was little. Disgusting.

Last night my dad said if he had to pay for my wedding, we'd probably be having pizza at my reception. Along with the constant joking that he's going to dance nakked at my wedding...I think I'm just never going to get married. Really.

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 1:27 PM:-

So basically people are mean, but always think they're doing the right thing. Suck.

EDIT: Ok...fine, no quizzes ;>>

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 9:07 PM:-

**An Update**

I did a lot of work on my Literature Blog. The first edit being that it is now a LITERATURE blog, as opposed to simply a poetry blog. I changed the front page message, and I added another catagory. Now...below the "Poems/Lyrics" there is a new catagory called "Stories". Later I will probably add "Essays." Also on the main page I am listing the three newest pieces at the bottom instead of just one. Wee! And I appreciate comments, especially grammar comments on my story, because I suck at grammar.

-hating grammar-,
amy

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 10:57 PM:-

SNAP, crackle pop

I've been feeling this way again. It happens when I get bored . . . or when I become angry with the world. I just want to SNAP, to go CRAZY and just beat the living CRAP out of someone. Or I want someone to beat the lviing crap out of me.

It's all this pent up anger . . . all this HATE that I can't get rid of. Hates that I know I shouldn't have . . . and therefore I have no where to put it. So I just want to EXPLODE. It's durring these times I just want to dround out this reality with anything chemical. Anything. I never do. But maybe one day I will and maybe then that'll really be when I've snapped; maybe that'll be when I've gone over the deep end. Maybe then everyone else who never knew me before can think even worse of me. No, maybe then I'll be respected for being STUPID like them.

God, I can't stand myself. I need to move out of this town.

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 6:40 PM:-

Rapture, Rapture

In the dark bole room,
In the inscriptions on the faces of the house,
Tell of the Great Salvation that was had,
And the cross that was burdened by a Man,
Whose face lives on forever in the minds of the people who believe in Him.

Numberous and indescriptive are the faces of the ones
Who goad the construction of the Temple to the End.
A rapture, a conclusion to this world that we live in?
Or a greed that will cause this very Earth to decend. . . .

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 12:56 PM:-

Dear Blog,

What is wrong with this world? What creates people to just not talk to eachother? To never communicate with the people who probably mean the most to them in the world? What drives selfishness, and anger? What allows no forgiveness and hurt feelings? See, Blog, I have these friends, I met them back when I was in 9th grade. When I met them, though I wasn't really like them, but I felt like I wanted to be like them so much. They were fun, and funny, and close. To me they were like the most amazing people I could ever meet. Sara was the leader; though she didn't want to be, she knew everyone and pulled everyone close together as a group. Like a family. There was Dylan who brought on crazy ideas and sometimes almost got us into trouble.(though he's gone now) And there was Nathan, a patron to nerdism and his love for mathematics; not to mention being my closest friend. And there was Mark, he was crazy, and weird, but he had a big heart and he loved God and to writing things. (he also loved mathematics) More people joined in (and many many left), Ross who could never stop laughing even when his car was in a ditch; Sean who's love for God went wide and his jokes were endless (really); Tim who's TIMidness in most situations makes him who he is; and Brice whose antics almost never fail to amuse us. Many difficult times were had, with Russel, the car wrecks, the divorce; hugs were shared, tears, laughter, and insanity. But now I'm not so sure. You see because somehow the devil got worked up in the sceme, and somehow . . . he tore us apart. He tore us from our roots, he tore us up and out and he's leaving us to starve.
Talking behind eachothers backs...
Selfishness...
Bad additudes...
Unforgiveness...
Lack of understanding...
...mistakes.


You see, Blog, we are all very different people, but we shared under the common ground that we just loved to be a group and have fun. The problem is that we never took the time to know one another, not really. We were a group, yes. And we called eachtoher friends, but we couldn't understand that each of us has our own problems an issues with life. I'm not very outgoing, and Tim is very shy. Nathan says things he shouldn't. We all have our one thing, but SO WHAT? Are we not good enough to get past all of that? Why can't we do things without getting offended, or hurt? Why do we have to hold grudges, and why do we have to point the finger? Why do we have to call eachother stupid, and lame, and why . . . why can't we communicate?

Blog, I just want my friends back. But I don't want to walk on eggshells around them, and I don't want to feel like a third wheel, and I don't want to feel unimportant, and I certainly don't want to take "sides" or agree that someone is stupid. I just want my friends back.

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 5:17 PM:-

The difference between me and you, Emo Boy, is that you love crying, and I hate it.

The sight of a boy crying is probably the saddest, sweetest thing that you can ever see. However, people take crying to an extreme when it's done to make you "uncool therefore cool." I'll never understand how crying became a fad when I spent my whole life crying, and hating it.

Some people don't want attention when they cry.

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 12:28 AM:-

Well...poop

I developed some disposable camras and ia picked up the picktures today, a lot of them didn't turn out. Ah well... pictures from church camp last year and stuff. Cool stuff. Well, I have to hook up my scanner before i can get them on here...soo...that might take a while because . . . uh . . . lazy. *droool*

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 3:05 PM:-

So that last post was completely stupid of me. It's justy not somethign that should be posted, and it is deleted. I guess those who read it saw the crappy side of Amy--well, I guess anyone who knows me sees that all of the time. Eeh. >.> Anywy...I still want to say that i love reading the blogs of Annie, Sara, Mark, and even Emily and Vickie's. Church tomorrow...I'm tired...it's past 1am...ehhh...*dead*

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 1:09 AM:-

The Nathan and I

I generally try to not talk about my relationships on this blog. Also, I just realized I say generally a lot. Hrm. Anyway, Nathan and I are "back together", "dating again", "boy-friend and girl-friend" or however you want to term it. Though things have been pretty rough between us for the past few months. We try to work things out, but I guess I'm the one that's less capable of changing. I'm always taking out my angers and frustrations on him. I don't mean to. I'm just easily annoyed at him for being himself. We also had some other problems. Today everything just kinda fell into pices as we were discussing it, a lot of feelings got poured out and we agreed to try to improve everything. Though we still don't understand that much, we at least understanda little bit better. I think we mostly came to the conclusion that I'm highly neurotic. >.> Yep. There we go.

-: Amy Kelley blogged it up at 10:11 PM:-