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10.06.03 (4:28 pm) [edit]

Moved. Go me.

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Moved

10.02.03 (6:19 pm) [edit]

If you're looking for me, which I doubt you are...I'm here: http://JK.tblog.com

It was time for reform. Reforming is good. Actually, the little boys were getting very close to finally finding me out.

Yes, I'm paranoid.

My new home isn't set up yet. If you still want to amuse yourself, have a blast: http://Caiden.tblog.com

Pure. Genius.

Never saw it coming...

08.14.03 (11:28 am) [edit]

Why do I [i]miss[/i] things like this?? HOW could I have missed it? Obviously I was too caught up with myself to even [i]realize[/i] that something was [i]wrong[/i]...

My parents' marriage is falling apart.

Last night...we...[i]left[/i].

How could I have MISSED it? I didn't even KNOW they were having problems...

Mum wanted to stay at a motel, but I just drove around for about an hour then went home instead. When you're behind the wheel, you make the rules, apparently.

Dad slept on the couch, mum slept upstairs. They're still really pissed.

I wonder if they'll pull it together?

Face the inferno!!

08.12.03 (10:12 am) [edit]

Petty things....

08.10.03 (1:39 pm) [edit]

I'm in emotional turmoil.

Why do I let these things bother me so much. I feel so stupid. Why didn't I see it before? I was under the impression that Kelly's family was happy to have me around.

Mum told me not to dwell on it. I'm trying not to, but it's hard for me.

I must have really low self esteem.

In other news, I really need to get my license. I'm too lazy to go and take the test. It's not like I *need* it, but I guess it would be nice to have it. I can't drive to school anyway. Ugh.

WTF???

08.09.03 (5:25 pm) [edit]

Kelly's mom told me today that I'm crabby all the time.

I sat down next to her at Alpine days, and she says something to the effect of "Are you happy today?" And I was kind of like, "...what?" Because, what did she mean, [i]am I happy today[/i]? So she explained further,

"You're always so cranky."

"Huh??"

"You're crabby all the time."

Needless to say, it really hurt my feelings, putting aside the fact that it is completely untrue. Yes, I'm cranky sometimes, but [i]only[/i] around my family. I [i]never[/i] go to Kelly's house cranky or wake up cranky. I'm always the picture of sunshine because I don't want them to have to put up with another moody child when they don't have to. I would like to know exactly where she got it in her head that I'm cranky all the time. I'm wondering if it's an indirect way to say "I don't want you coming to my house anymore," or something....

The only thing I can think of is Kelly telling her mum that I'm cranky. The last time I talked to Kel on the phone I [i]was[/i] a little cranky because she told me that she could come over the day before and then she called and said she [i]couldn't[/i]. So yeah, I was a little pissed, but that doesn't mean I'm cranky all the time.

Then I asked Nicole, and [i]she[/i] said that I'm not, and I asked my mum, and she thought that maybe since Kel's mum knows me so well she can get away with saying stuff like that.

Well, if she knows me so well, she should know that I'm not cranky all the time, right??

I'm a happy child. I don't have it in me to go around being pissy all day. I don't snap at every person that walks along, and I definately don't mouth off to my friend's parents.

I was really hurt. It came completely out of the blue, and I have [i]no[/i] idea what she meant by it.

Patience?

08.07.03 (10:09 pm) [edit]

My fantasy exchange isn't working!!! Blergh. Makes me angry.

Am going to Alpine Days tomorrow! Er...I mean, Saturday. I keep thinking that today is Friday for some reason. Glad that's not the case. Anyway, should be fun. I get to see everyone after a summer apart. Doesn't seem like that long. We should get eight months of summer, and the rest for school.

Actually, come to think about it, that would be kind of boring.

Lindsey came over today to beg me again to play soccer. I was considering it, but then I heard that Chuck wasn't coaching anymore, and I decided not to. Plus, only 4 people from last year are playing, and it just isn't [i]The Slammers[/i] anymore. They even wanted to change the name, Lindsey said! We've been the Slammers since like second grade!

AND THEN they got new jerseys. WHITE ONES. Let me tell you, you do NOT play soccer in white shirts. It just doesn't go with the sport. Plus, we just got new jerseys last year. AND we paid for them, AND we had to give them back. So let me ask you WHAT THE FREAK are they doing with those old things?

That makes me grumpy.

...?

08.06.03 (8:49 pm) [edit]

Purple is a nice color. Changes are good.

Downcast

08.06.03 (12:39 pm) [edit]

I finally finished [u]The Lovely Bones[/u]. It took me forever to read because I had to keep putting it down because it was so sad. I tried to read it in moderation, but I'm not sure I should have done that. Every time I stopped reading, I felt sad, so maybe if I read it all at one time, I would only feel sad once?

I hate it when some books and movies do that to you.

All the beautiful colors...

08.04.03 (2:56 pm) [edit]

I'm thinking about changing the color theme for this blog again. I have a problem with that. Maybe I'll limit myself to changing it for every month. I'm getting tired of the orange. As much as I like orange...I've decided that I don't really like it now. Maybe I'll change it to red, and then I can make myself hate it more.

Sounds like a good plan.

Oi ve...

08.04.03 (2:43 pm) [edit]

Some days I just do not understand my mother. She comes in today after going to 'brunch' down in Factoria, and says to me, "The dishes need to be put away. I didn't think I had to tell you anymore."

Well excuse [i]me[/i], Mrs. High and Mighty. She [i]doesn't[/i] have to tell me anymore, I [i]always[/i] do it on my own, but the dishwasher didn't have the little green light that negates them being CLEAN on, did it? NO! [i]Someone[/i] opened the dishwasher [i]after[/i] it was done washing, and [i]tricked[/i] me.

For some reason that just made me angry.

In other news, when is Kelly coming home? I thought she'd be back by now. I'm feeling lonely, since no one ever calls me. I've no friends. Ugh.

Nostalgia

08.01.03 (6:12 pm) [edit]

I was standing in the kitchen and I caught a smell that I haven't caught in a long time. I don't know what it was, but it reminded me so much of the 'old days' of summer. Before summers had me working, for my parents or otherwise. The summers that I used to be able to run around outside, not worrying about getting dirty.

Summers with Tiffany. I wonder if she'll ever be able to run again. Or walk?

She still can't walk by herself after the accident. I should go see her. She lives almost right next door, only one house down. Why don't we ever talk anymore?

Schweet!

08.01.03 (3:58 pm) [edit]

Well, I'm just all over the place lately. I just had to come and comment on the cute smilies. :shock: <-- that one is my favorite. I also like the devil ones. Those are [i]so[/i] Chris.>
Speaking of Chris...went to Kelly's yesterday (?) no...Wednesday. We watched Final Destination 2, then Chris came over for a bit and we watched part of Daredevil (stoopid, with two o's), and watched Final Destination 2 again :roll:. Then we rolled around on the floor with pillows. :shock: Not like it sounds, honestly. You might hear different from Kelly, but then she'd be lying.

DJ and Sierra are over. They brought the trailer and their dog. I wonder how long they're staying? If they stay the weekend, then we'll have 9 people in our house. That'd be craaazy.

Ugh. Can't get over this smily (:shock:) It's awesome.

Death by ice cube.

07.28.03 (11:25 pm) [edit]

You know when you swallow something that you shouldn't, like an ice cube? You know when it's like halfway down your throat, and you try to bring it back up, because you KNEW you didn't want to swallow it? I think when you do that, you cause more harm than good.

Also, I don't think that there's any nutritional value in a coke. Or lime kool-aid.

*happy dance*

07.28.03 (8:59 pm) [edit]

I'm so excited! We just got our exchange student's information! Her name's Yuka, and she seems really awesome. She's into music and plays the drums. I really can't wait until she gets here! August 25th is the date, but I don't want to wait my whole summer away -_-; I wish she was getting her earlier ^^;

Overdrive

07.28.03 (5:57 pm) [edit]

Sigh.

Need time to contemplate.

Too much contemplating.

X_x

STUPID KIDS! They even freaking bother me when I'm on vacation!!

In other, slighly hilarious news I was online the other night, and I got one of those popup things from MSN messenger. One of those 'so and so has added you to their list, do you want to add them to yours?'

I get so many of these things from random people, I'm just like, yeah, whatever. Add me if you wish. This one, however, made me slighly nervous.

Their e-mail address was something like rapeyou_8837@hotmail.com or some other number at the end, whatever. I as like...rapeyou? Oh dear. But I clicked yes anyway. I'm one of those very curious people, who can sometimes be blindly stupid. Anyway, the following conversation insued, or something like it.

Rapeyou: Hello.
Me: Er...
Rapeyou: your so hot.
Me: Err...thanks?
Rapeyou: i'm going to rape you.
Rapeyou: good.
Me: Have fun.
Rapeyou: I will.

I was like..oooohkay. I was talking to Kelly when this guy IMed me, and I was kind of like O.o?? Anyway, the games continued:

Rapeyou: Jamie so sexy.

I was suddenly struck with two thoughts. The first one was: Billy Madison??? I just got reminded of Adam Sandler for some reason. That took front seat to the second thought, which was, "Hey! How did they know my real name!?" (My SN is James-*Is unfortunately in love with Captian Jack Sparrow* or something. Anyway, I was like....aw geez.

Me: Eh heh...
Rapeyou: lol, J/K, this is one of Sean's friends.

I was like UGHGHHHHH! SEANNNN! KILL YOU!

Rapeyou: He's sitting here with me.

UGHHHH! KILL! Must remember that I once thought Sean was the only respectible twelve year old out there. So anyway, they leave, and Andrea (Sean's older sister), gets on.

Me: Your brother has some strange friends.
Andrea: Oh, yeah, they're sitting here with me. Sean's apologizing. He says he had no control over it, and he doesn't want you to be mad at him.

*sigh*

What I do for the little people.

UGH X[

07.26.03 (2:02 pm) [edit]

Hate. Death. KILL.

[i]What are your Pet-peeves?: People that: SAY "PET PEEVE", and
people who can't accept me for all of my qualities. thats all. i
don't see any sense in complaining about what bugs me, thats just
stupid. Its like being a hypocrite. if i were to say that i hate
people who complain, and here i am complaining, that is hypocrisy,
and i hate that. I HATE HYPOCRITES. have a nice day.[/i]

Straight from the horse's mouth. God, I love Kelly, but she can be the biggest moose. This, of course in response to my response being something of the like:

[i]What are your Pet-peeves?: People who:
1) Complain
2) I listed something else here.
3) Here too.
4) Also here. But I can't remember these ones.[/i]

Blargh. I wasn't COMPLANING about people complaining, I was FREAKING ASKED what my pet peeves were. It's a difference. Some days I just feel like shooting something.

On another note, I really enjoy lime kool aid. Maybe that will be my next theme on this here...journalish type blog. Where I complain all the time. GO me!

PS. Apparently Kelly was referring to Katrina, and not myself. She should be more blatant in who she's talking about. Like saying: Hey KATRINA, these are my pet peeves, all of which you fufill: list.

Instead of implying. Because it could've been me she was talking about -_-;

GD KIDS!

07.26.03 (1:39 pm) [edit]

I am wearing my angry face right now. What the HELL is it with these STUPID children that they can't get through their minds to leave me alone about my stupid blog!? I've been asked the question 'what is your name/lastname/middle name' more than thirty times in the last four days, and I'm about ready to CHOP OFF THIER FREAKING HEADS!

Am v. angry. Ready to kill. Die.

Push-over?

07.25.03 (1:42 pm) [edit]

I have a really huge issue with saying 'no' to my close friends. Last night, Kelly wanted me to run off and go bowling with Sam and Katrina, and have us all spend the night. Well, night before last, I went to the baseball game (we won! Go us!), slept on Leah's floor...didn't get much sleep, that is. Anyway, I didn't really want to, I just wanted to relax. But then, she really wanted me to go, and I just couldn't say NO.

Then I get to the bowling alley, and she's like "Oh, did I mention butthead is coming?", and I'm like...no? Butthead, being Chris. Well, it's not that big of a deal, I can stand the kid except for the fact that he has this huge issue with making fun of me and all that jazz. Plus, it's obvious that he's like in love with Sam, and it kind of grosses me out when they're all over each other and she has a boyfirend.

-_-; So I was like...oooohkay. I didn't bowl, I just sat there and tied knots in dental floss and made snide comments. Oh, I also had to watch Sam and Chris er...fraternise. However you spell it.

But going back to Kelly's was fun. We sung Karaoke...well, Kelly, Sam and Katrina did. It's really sad when Katrina's there with Chris, because he really hates her, and it's obvious -_-; and she's still pining away for him u.u

I also slept really well until the dog came and tried to molest me while I slept. But THAT's another story.

Boys will be idiots...

07.24.03 (12:19 pm) [edit]

Ugh. The 12 year old boys are really starting to annoy me. What part of "No, I will NOT give you my journal URL," do they not understand? Probably the 'no' part. I don't really care if they read this thing, in fact, they'll probably get really bored by it really quick, I don't give a rat's pinata, but if they want it, they're going to have to figure it out for themselves. They really must think I'm stupid: (Yesterday's antics were worse)

Burger_Meister says:
hi
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
hi
Burger_Meister says:
whats up
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
not much. how about you?
Burger_Meister says:
not much either hows your summer going
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
eh, it's going okay. It's too short
Burger_Meister says:
yep
Burger_Meister says:
i was wondering have you ever done a online journal
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
yes.
Burger_Meister says:
im going to do one and i was wondering if you could show me yours so i cn see like what they look like and stuff
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
You and Matt must REALLY think I'm stupid. I am NOT going to give you the URL of my online journal. I grant that your persuasive skills are higher than Matt's, but I am REALLY not going to give it to you.
Burger_Meister says:
please i promise i wont tell mat if you tell me
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
Look, Matt has been bugging me for the last THREE days about this. I am NOT going to give it to you, no matter how much you ask, no matter how many pleases you give me. I am disinclined to aquest to your request. That means NO!
Burger_Meister says:
ok
Burger_Meister says:
why not i was just wondering
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
I don't just give out the URL to my diary. Kelly doesn't even have it, and she's my best friend. WHY do you want to read it?
Burger_Meister says:
i just want to see what its like
Burger_Meister says:
and if you do ill tell you 5 good secrets
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
LOL
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
I'm not really interested in the secrets of a 7th grader.
Burger_Meister says:
please
Burger_Meister says:
there really good
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
I honestly don't care about 7th grade secrets. Sorry.
Burger_Meister says:
but can you please tell me
Burger_Meister says:
ill give you 5 dolars
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
Will you desist??? I HAVE five dollars of my own money, and I don't NEED yours! Stop asking me, I'm not going to give you my URL!
Burger_Meister says:
whats your middle name
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
Kathrine
Burger_Meister says:
whats the webite where you make the journals i want to make
Burger_Meister says:
one
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
there are tons of websites that you can use.
Burger_Meister says:
whats the wesite you did it at
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
easyjournal.com
Burger_Meister says:
whats your last name
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
You are NOT going to find it, so stop wasting your time looking for it.
Burger_Meister says:
no i just want to know your last name
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
I wasn't born yesterday, and I'm not stupiod.
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
*stupid
Burger_Meister says:
is this yours http://jamie.easyjournal.com/...
James- *is unfortunately in love with captain jack sparrow* says:
nope
Burger_Meister says:
k

Well, if you ever find this, have fun reading, boys. I'll be changing soon enough ^_^;

Heh heh.

07.23.03 (2:27 pm) [edit]

Matthew makes me laugh. Poor, poor little twelve year old. Don't know why he wants to read about me anyway.

Yesterday got to babysit Malila. She's so sweet, and is hardly ever fussy. She had a hard time going to sleep, though, because it was so hot. She lay down for about an hour and a half and then got up to play some cards 'till Eric came home at 9:30.

Going to the Mariner's game tonight!!! Go me! Hopefully we'll win -_-;

What liesure time?

07.22.03 (12:04 pm) [edit]

Yesterday Leah and I (along with two of my mum's friends, but they don't count) went to Liesure time. It was buckets of fun. We ate, swang and played cards. There were a lot of nasty little kids in the pools, and I didn't really feel like getting an infectious disease.

Anyway, I've had two near-tramautizing events happen to me in the last week. Well, not really, I'm just a scardie chicken. On Saturday (?) the night of the full moon, I woke up at three o'clock because I had to go to the bathroom. Well, this is perfectly normal, considering that I go to the bathroom occasionally, like most people. Anyway, so when I came back, I laid down and turned off my fan, because it was giving me a headache. As I lay there trying to go to sleep, I hear this noise. It sounded like a playground ball (like a rubber kick ball) was dropped from a high point on my deck and just continued bouncing until it lost its momentum. Now, there aren't many things that can make this noise, so needless to say, I was a little freaked out. So, I did what any half-asleep chicken would do, and I looked out the window, saw nothing and closed my windows. Then I went downstairs and made sure everything was locked.

Now, night before last, I went to bed at about ten thirty. I woke up and looked at the clock, and it said 1:52, but in my half-asleepness, I thought it said 11:52, and I was kind of confused. But this is a minor detail, seeing as after I came back from the bathroom and crawled back in bed, I saw that it was really 1:52, and not midnight. Anywho, got back in bed and laid there for awhile, when I realized that I had three comforters over me. Now, there's only one comforter on my bed for a reason. It's too bloody hot for more. The extra two that were on top of me had been across the room in a heap when I'd gone to bed. So, I threw them off, 'cause I was too hot (too bad, too, they were put on there so nice and pretty, you know, like your mum does when you're asleep on the couch.) and went back to sleep, thinking it was my mum, and I'd ask her in the morning.

Got up and fiddled around a bit before I asked her, and when I did, she kind of looked at me strangely and went, "No, I'm sorry I didn't get to last night, honey, I was too tired."

I was kind of like...kae. So I went and asked my dad, who said it wasn't him, though it could have been my dead grandma.

...

Then he told me this really freaky story about his mum taking the steaks out of the freezer after she died, and him waking up in the middle of the night and telling her to "knock it off" because she was "scaring the crap" out of him.

I need a small guard dog to keep watch in my room.

07.18.03 (8:39 pm) [edit]

I HATE people who can work with WATERCOLORS!

Need I make note to all you people that there are no female angels? Though I suppose authors have a certain leniage with that, considering their "artistic eye." Ugh.

I feel like trouncing someone.

O.o

07.18.03 (4:55 pm) [edit]

Tell me you don't think this girl's art is extremely gorgeous. Ugh. I wish I could do watercolors. -_-;

Liar? You tell me.

07.18.03 (4:45 pm) [edit]

Geez. It must be good for my dad to know that he can beat me into submission whenver he wants. The man is a total Nazi. I don't understand exactly why he doesn't just tell me what he wants me to say, because he certainly won't accept anything else that he doesn't want to hear.

Yesterday, we had a "family meeting." We don't get those very much, but usually when we do, it ends up being dad yelling at [i]me[/i], pointing, and generally making me feel bad. Mum usually hides out in the kitchen, running around preparing dinner or what have you. Anyway, this certain family meeting happened to be about the exchange student (what do you know! The last one was, too!!), and me "conspiring" against dad with mom, and "lying" and "keeping information" from him. Well. Okay. I didn't lie.

What happened was, I got a call from Lucinda, who told me that Yuka was coming on the 25th of August. I have this thing about forgetting things, so I wrote it down on a piece of paper, and put it on the counter, so I would remember to bark about it to my parents. Well, it didn't really help me remember, because somehow (I think it was my mother) it got leaked to dad, and [i]I[/i] wasn't the one who told him. He sat me down and told me that he had to be able to trust me. He said that I shouldn't be keeping information from him, and that I should stop lying to him about this thing. He said that he was really pissed, and he didn't think it was fair, that I hadn't told him when Yuka was coming.

How about that, huh? I write it down on a piece of paper so I can remember, and two hours later dad comes in bitching about how I didn't tell him, and how I thought I could skirt by without telling him this. He asked me a total of twelve times if I thought that was fair to him, and each time I said 'no.' Finally I got so pissed that I screamed in his stupid face and made him realize exactly what he was doing to me. Jerk. Ugh.

I mean, we've been going through this since I was twelve. I remember the first time, he came in and yelled at me because of something I said to mom that got her upset or whatever, and I didn't even have any freaking idea what I'd done wrong. I just remember having to go outside and apologize to mum. I probably didn't even do any GD thing, it was just his stupid self over reacting as usual. Anyway, the point is, I've tried several tactics. The cool, 'oh, I don't care that you're yelling at me,' thing, the groveling 'I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again thing,' and the smart aleky 'yeah, I'll agree to whatever you say, though you can tell by the tone of my voice that I think you're full of shit' thing. All of them end up in me bawling up in my room and him acting like nothing ever happened, like he's a freaking saint or something.

Like I said, it must put him at ease at night to know that he can just beat me into submission whenever he wants something specific from me.