Old English can be nice...

I've realized that there's only a week for you to come, yet it seems impossible for me to wait.
Haughtily I stare at others, for I know I have you, who I adore. The simplicity of such matter strikes me as well, I've yet to manage to rule and control impure and imprudent thoughts.
Every move i make is ambushed by the awaking illusion that I have of you, the memories that seem livid yet far away. 

Impatient Teenage hormones

Sigh, hello all.
Summer began and so did the sweat and pee (and yes I'm referring to all you nasty pool
Pee-errs!)
Yeah, you can tell I don't really enjoy summer. Why would any rational female?
This is the time where the men hunt openly and us female prey shove our delicious meaty
Scent right in front of their faces!
Exposure and decency is something we don't give a flying fuck about In summer, and men
Don't hesitate for one second to take advantage. I'm one to talk, a crazed and easily controlled horomonally controlled teenager. Sigh.
This post is a complete waste of time, and is kind of a test for myself.
Don't ask what I'm talking about because I don't know myself.
Anyways, I shall study for business and some vocabulary as to not stay behind.
Defeated by unrationality,
Kelly

True Meaning Of Pothead

So, it's 1 AM and my brain won't shut up.
What to do? well ofc, go on the internet and look at lolcats.
Its wonderful, that feeling before you type in your Google homepage. The keys that access you to any information or porn you could possibily wants lays under your very own fingerprints.
My fingers causally spread out, processing the undefeated legacy that  is the mighty power of INTERNET.
...
Is it obvious I am tired?
Right. So, the title is basicly another kelly-rant about potheads and druggies.
Though I don't think I've ranted about them before, so I might as well now.
WTF!
Seriously, I get it, I totally do. Not everyone is lucky or is blessed or has optimistic karma, or even fucking feng shui, and we don't all have the blessings of certain things.
But I do know that we're all born into the same world which gives us all a fair chance.
Fucking sorrowing and moanin like some damn man whores who didn't get laid for a day won't damn solve any of your problems. Pick yourself up, take care of yourself, and don't feel pity or influenced by others.
I know life isn't black or white, but goddamn it, grow some breasts!
*as I hve mentioned before, the term growing balls is unastoundingly sexist to me*

im2tired to go on with this useless piece of shit of writing.
Potheads are funny though.
*giggles* i love when they talk about Justin Bieber's conspiracy theories.

peace out -