why is my reflection someone I don't know?

a: Khloe, you're not really close to anyone. You know that if anything serious happened, you'd have very few places to go. And all would cry, but none would care.
b: Stop talking to me.
a: Oh please. You can't ignore it. It's always in the back of your mind. Always has been.
b: I'm not close to people for a reason.
a: Is it a legitamite reason, though? Or do you just not want people close enough to see what you really are?
b: And what am I?
a: Your greatest fear is that you're exactly what you think you are, so you tell me.
b: I'm only worried that I'll never be a normally 'functioning' individual, and I'll always tell you everything.
a: You have people to tell other than me.
b: Yes, and then they have people to tell.
a: Everyone isn't like that.
b: I'd rather not find out who is and who isn't.

STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF

we dance, we sing, we steal things.

The years spanned 2006 - 2007.
The majority of my friends and I were just freshman/sophomores.


We went to icebreakers, and dance with the people who mattered (at the time).


We made the typical `06 faces.


We met cool kids, who were the first ever to have monroes.


We went to football games, and laughed at the players' mothers.


We made stupid faces, and let our younger siblings play in our makeup.


We made our friends over and said they looked great ... even though they looked the exact same as before.


We were overweight with chubby little faces and bad hair - but we posed anyway.


We paid attention to Mrs. Mays in Spanish, before she was Ms. Mays/Jennifer. Lol, okay ... we never really paid attention.


We sat in front of kids in Algebra, who we were dying to be friends with.


We posed with people we hadn't met before.


And we all looked just a little odd.

going on.

I woke up a little cranky.


And within two hours (or so), we were on the way to Grand Rapids!


We went to the mall, which ended up being a highly unsuccessful plan. Then, we put on our 'digs' and headed downtown to watch the ball drop...


... which sucked DICK.


Then we headed to Anna's apartment, where she was hosting a party. We arrived late though, and there was no alcohol to be found - BUT PLENTY OF DRUNK PEOPLE. One of whom kept rambling on about how cool Dexter was ... despite seeing him twice. And then he drank half a bottle of whiskey (or tequila). I don't know if he made it, lol. So we headed back 'home' a little early. You'll have to excuse the censor block in the photo - Dexter was being inappropriate.


We woke up the next day. Su-prize, su-prize.
Dexter pretended to be a Rastafarian and made music -


- whilst I sat back and did absolutely nothing.






Isn't he cute!??!?





After a shower and some buttsex (joke) we were on the way back home. BOOOOOOOO




The Dixon family still has their tree up! :D


Daniel has a Nerf gun that is SOOO FUN TO PLAY WITH.

-insert sleep + next day-


We headed to Somerset mall so Dexter could return some shtuff and could pick up his check. He introduced me to his coworker Brandy, whom I luff so very much. She reminds me of a happy little squirrel that DOES NOT terrify me!


LOL. URBAN SELLS FUNNY BOOKS.
Dexter claims that this is probably what Liza thinks. Psh.




Scariest flock of fucking birds ever.

And I leave you with a cute photo of Liza!

:)

she's alive.

Since no one else seems to want to blog, I'll do the honors!


The end.
:]

Not really.
I have a few resolutions for 2009, but I'm still laughing at people who are sitting around saying things like 'IT`S A WHOLE NEW ME IN 09' or 'SHIT CHANGIN`'. Puhleeze. I'm glad that we all still hold tight to our delusions of grandeur. If you were too passive in 2008 to change anything, what makes 2009 a year for sudden aggression? I'm changing my blog into a 'photo blog', if you will.

Less words, more photos.
And I'm working on a new header.
Which I should, since I haven't updated in over a month.

Since I'm bored and awake, here's a brief overview of 2008, for me:
- I cut my hair. A lot.
- I dyed my hair.
- Dated Kylie F. Bukkit for a moment.
- Broke up with Kylie.
- The Saturday That Never Happened happened.
(I honestly feel like I'm a better person since that happened. While that person and I will never have a true, sustainable friendship because of it, it helped me realize what I was doing to my body had truly negative outcomes. Some stinkier than others. :) )
- Dated Kyle, again.
- Broke up with Kyle ... again ...
- Got called an abomination by a parent.
- Stopped stalking Dexter and actually spoke to him.
- Got fucked up grades!
- Became close with Keeler (best shit that happened, I think)
- Met Dino.
- Became a member of POC
- Rambled countless times on this blog
- Diagnosed with severe depression, along with mild bipolarity
- Moved on.
- Loved Dexter.

I could go more in depth about a ton of things, especially things I left off of this list.
But, I don't feel like it.
Eh.
If you have a question/comment, feel free to speak.
I'm open to all honesty.
I will call you out on bullshit, though.