Listening to: Smallvile Soundtrack- Superman
Feeling: achy
My dear Sitdiarians, how are we today? I'm sorry for my long and unexplained departure. I just wanted tog et out this weekend and have some. In the process I caught up with an old friend, and made a new one so all is well. But I want to elt you all know I missed the you comforting souls very much!
Catcing up with my old friend was rather fun. You see he was never really dubbed as a "friend" because I only saw him on occasion, which was of course every soccer game when he reffed. I was caught off guard when he approached and said my name, he had told me before that I would be a "shoo-in" for the KI team, but it was nice to have him remember my name, and say it in convrsation. Ergh, that kills me, I dont understand why people dont use names in conversation. I'm sure all you folk who read this do, but it aggravates me when people dont refer to me as Kayla. Its "her" or "she." I think its erally nie when someone uses your anme while talking to you.
Well I managed to lead that train off tracks, back on subject. Friend number one and I caught up and he recommended lacrosse to me, and I figured I'd give it a get-go, and this my dears is where mew friend pops in. Late December my neighbors of two houses down moved away, and a new couple with a kid the age of mine moved in. Chelsea, my friend who had a crush on him, and myself brought hi over some cookies and just made aqquiatinces (I'm too lazy to find a dictionary). Every day since then Chelsea calls to ask...is new kid there? Apparently they're just using the house for weekends and summers and such. Alright for me, considering its just a friends, but I do belive its driving Chelsea isanse. Poor lunatic. Anywho, I was just happy to have a new friend, who as I told Captain, could tell the difference between a softball and a soccerball and wouldn't go all mood-swingy on me.
He lied to me though. Told me he couldnt play soccer. Next time someone who cant play soccer beats you by 20 odd points, beat hem to the ground. Apart from that he gave me a swollen ankle. But fear not my friends, for revenge is bitter-sweet. Overall he's pretty cool. Hes not into girls completley to the point where he drops everything for them, which is just eh kind of guy friend I need. One that one leae me for all the pretty, skinny chicks with the tight shirts...
Altogether my weekend has been pretty great. Apart from that, Logan a "friend" og mine pulled a fouth grade trick out of his beatenn hat and did something no naive I feel embarrased for him just writing about it. It seems he thought it would be "funny" to send the guy that told kayla he liked her a note that said something along the lines of:
I Love you Max. You are Sexy!!
****Insert Kissy lip marks here****
Love,
Kayla
Now this guy is nice, be hes VERY obsessive. He then took the note, and started biting it while staring at me, along with the rest of the class who would not control their laughter as my face grew redder. Following this he took the note and placed it inside his shirt and smiled at me. I feel awful for this whole thing, but word got around, all the way top the teacher, and the truth was unleashed like a beast on blood and Logan got what was coming. Max got humiliated, and for this I feel bad, but there is not much I can do.
Well I've wasted enopugh of your time.
Until tomorrow then,
Your Nieghborhood Superman
Gettuing wrapped up in trouble agaiin? *tisk tisk* Hey, it's alright though, I recall pulling somre really awkward stunts. Unfortunately I've, since then, hung up that cape and have picked up a certian other spot. I know none of this really makes sense but in my head with all the symbolicness it truly does so just play along like know and/or care. See, there's a good girl. Alright, I better go email you now though.
*hugs*
anyway, i am writing some new poetry as we speak, so come visit!
Sounds fun.LOL.
*~~Marisa~~*
So I suppose we're even.
Be well.