Tuesday, November 30, 2010

this is kinda hot.

i love google. don't you?

I'm pretty sure that this has been photoshopped. But i don't give a fuck hahaha this made me laugh. 

I miss those friday night lights

Football season just ended. And I already miss going to the games. Wearin that titan red. Freezing my ass off. Screaming at the guys on the field. Laughing at the cheerleaders because they are stupid and can't spell "TITANS" sometimes and do things wrong. Or have a cheer for a 1st down three minutes late. I miss having to stand on my tippy toes to see and the wave in the spirit section. I miss those friday night lights!


So i am pretty sure i might have stole this off Heather M's facebook but that's okay. It is adorable. If Heather reads this and it is her cute cupcake she gets photo creds and credit for making an adorable cupcake. 


If you are an asshole who talks shit for no reason (A) applies to you. If your name is Rachel Hartman, Jen Hagen, Raquel Cdebaca, Kelly Savage, Rachel Berkowitz, Jamie Belzowski, Emmalee Woodward, Oakley Strassner, Emily Salkovitz, or Sam Mark (B) applies to you. If you are Jamie Belzowski or Emmalee Woodward (C) applies to you. If you are my friend or my husband (D) applies to you... but mostly my husband <3 If you are Sam Mark, Jen Hagen, or Kelly Savage (E) applies to you. You are my lesbian lovers. if (E) applies to you then so does (F) bahhahahahhahaa

I dont give a fuck but i've got a feeling you do


floccinaucinihilipilification |ˌfläksəˌnôsəˌnīˌhiləˌpiləfiˈkā sh ən|nounthe action or habit of estimating something as worthless. (The word is used chiefly as a curiosity.)ORIGIN mid 18th cent.: from Latin flocci, nauci,nihili, pili (words meaning ‘at little value’ ) + -fication . The Latin elements were listed in a well-known rule of the Latin Grammar used at Eton College, an English public school.
So many secrets hidden behind those puppy dog eyes. So many things that must be kept quiet. You are cracking- under that hard exterior of yours. No one can see that you are slowly coming undone and I am here for the show. You smile but I can't be fooled, you are a broken girl on the inside. Just keep smiling, looking at me with those mysterious eyes because I know that you are falling apart on the inside. Not so perfect after all, are you?


Okay so I love it when you are talking about someone and you want to know more about them so you like go on your facebook and you stock their page. In PE today we were talking about this girl. Who happens to be psycho. So i decided to go on her page and show my friend her psycho statuses. The girl is nuts so its kinda scary/funny because well... i dont know. And then this guy cheated on this other girl sitting with us so we decided to look at the other girl's page. Honestly, you should lock all of your pictures because people go through them and make comments like "Oh, you are way prettier than her, she is fucking beat." Facebook= good opportunity for people to creep and find shit out about you... or make fun of you. I think it would be kinda horrible if they showed who looked at all your stuff. Then you would know who is creeping. Hmmm....... this was random but whatever

I love you too.

No book yet....

So i always say i am going to write my book. I haven't yet. I started to. But you were like a leech. You sucked it all away. I have nothing to write about any more. I have no muse. Wow. Didn't know it was that bad. This is good. The one thing that brings me relief and now I am stuck. FUCK YOU, I HATE WRITERS BLOCK.

Now you never have to wonder again.


1) Every day when i walk into class, you are sitting on my desk. GET THE FUCK OFF OF IT! I sleep on my desk during class i don't want your ass on it. Your butt is supposed to go in the chair.Take my test from me. Before 

2) Take my test from me before I even get to look at it. I know I failed so don't harass me and make faces after you take it because I will beat your ass. I am not kidding. And don't tell me i did bad. No shit, 68% is not good. Mind your own fucking business!!!!

3) Hit my desk and say "ooooohhhhhhh!!!!!!!" when i am texting in class. If you don't notice. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. Let me do what I want if I want to sleep I am going to sleep. If I want to text than I am going to text so don't be a tattle tail. You aren't 6.. wait... maybe you are.

4) Don't make weird faces and giggle at me. 

5) When you know you are pissing me off and I am not talking to don't try talking to me. It makes me want to hit you. I mean really. I'm not talking to you for a reason.

6) Don't tell me to be nicer to you. If you didn't piss me off so much I wouldn't have a problem with you. But you do. A LOT. And you make so many little side comments. I don't care if you hate me. Don't talk to me. 

7) Don't give me advice. I didn't ask for it. 

8) STOP EAVESDROPPING! it makes me so mad. If I wanted to tell you then I would have included you in the conversation.

9) Put all your shit in the walk way. Everyone trips over it. I want to be able to walk to my desk and my back without having to worry about falling on my face.

10) Stop being so immature. This is high school babe not elementary school. 

I like starting random stories WEEeeeeOOoooo

I stare at your feet because I can't look in your eyes. Does that make me pathetic? Or does that make me a normal, nervous girl. Too afraid to stare back into your eyes because you give me butterflies and take away the words I wanted to say. I'm not so witty around you. Am I? Just weird I guess... But you always say you like weird. But maybe you are just saying that... You have big feet.  You are always wearing vans. I look up. You smile and lean against the wall and keep talking. I give you a half smile back and try and listen and ignore my ever increasing heart rate. All i want to do is kiss you. Tell you I like you. But i can't. Can I?

Let's have a costume party ;)

Nothing to wear....

I love when you are looking in your closet to go somewhere and you feel like you have nothing to wear!

"Hurry up!!"

"That isn't true at all."
         " Uhmmm yes it is!"

She walks upstairs.  "Kaitlyn you have $2000 worth of shoes here. You have a dresser full of clothes, shit all over your floor and you have a full rack. Don't tell me you have nothing to wear"

         " BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE WEARING ANY OF THIS. I need a new jacket... and boots. Oh! I saw     some really cute ones the other day at the spectrum."

"You have enough stuff."

         "No I don't!"

She walks out of the room. Wow I love these conversations.