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So lately I've been getting annoyed very easily. I don't really know why. I just look at certain people or think of certain things and I feel so ANGRY.

It's very hard for me to get over. Once something like that enters my mind, I'll be in a bad mood for hours. It's frustrating and sometimes very hard to control my anger. I haven't done anything

There are some people that I honestly cannot stand. They make me so... I don't even know what it is. But I feel it anytime I see them, people talk about them or even when I think about them. I'm not going to name any names, but there are some people in this world whom I just simply do not respect and most likely never will.

There are others that I like sometimes, but dislike at other times. It's like a small child's feelings towards their parents. They do something and I get so angry and feel like I'll hate them forever and never talk to them again, et cetera. But then before long I cool off and love them again.

It all just boils down to anger issues. Yay! I love being that stupid, typical teenager that gets angry at everything and sometimes can't control it; that feels like everyone's out to get them. Unfortunately, I get that way sometimes. But don't we all? I mean, come on, we're all teenagers in here (excluding you, Ms. Fultz). You'd think we'd understand when our peers get this way. But, alas.

This blog is annoying me.

BYE

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Anger
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Aggression
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Apathy
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Agitation
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Annoyance
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Anticipation.

LOVE YA!
Kirstyn.

Blog (Numero dos)

Has anyone else realized that blogging is becoming suuuuper boring?


I remember when blogging used to be fun and exciting. I'd change my background like every other day and add new gadgets all the time. I'd go through the whole day looking for something to blog about. I remember thinking "Oh, gee. I can't wait to get home and blog." It was the highlight of my day.


Now it's become so tedious. My thoughts are more like "Crap. I should really blog tonight." But the honest truth is I really don't feel like it anymore. I was trying to come up with ideas to start an entirely new blog.


I thought that that would get me more into it again. This became problematic when I wouldn't even begin to think of new ideas. I'd tell myself to think of something, but I wouldn't even try.


So new plan. I'm just going to sit here and type whatever the crap I feel like. On this blog. Right here. Right now.


Actually, it will probably in my next blog considering I already kind of have a topic for this one. Which is how much I don't want to be writing this blog. Funny how it all connects.


Anywho....





Here's yet another reason to hate ole GW.


Night, folks!

Hot Dog!

Okay, so on Monday February 28th I got a tooth pulled. I could barely open my mouth or talk or anything. I get home and am just sitting in my living room. My mom does daycare so there were kids running all around me. As lunch time approached, a wonderful smell filled my nostrils. HOT DOGS.


Now normally, I'm not that big of a hot dog fan. I like them and all, but they wouldn't be my first choice most of the time. This day was different. My jaw was all bruised, numb and bleeding. I couldn't eat anything solid. All I'd eaten was apple sauce and yogurt. Let me just tell you; fruit does not sate hunger. It just doesn't work like that.


So I'm sitting there in utter agony aching for a hot dog. I thought about it for like three days after that. Then one day for school lunch we had "chili" dogs. Hot dogs with chili sauce. They're gross. However, we had the option of getting a hot dog without chili sauce. And thus, I got a hot dog!!!! 


It was amazing. I haven't really wanted one ever since. Then yesterday in lunch, Maci, Tyler, Kayleah and I were eating lunch in a peaceful manner; the usual round of strange conversations hadn't started yet. We were all focused on our food. Maci all of a sudden looks up from her chicken nuggets and sighs. "I reeeaaally want a hot dog," she exclaimed.


So the unbearable hunger for a hot dog is a contagious disease. We decided we all needed to go on a date to Weiner Works. Maci, Tyler and I wanted to go tonight, but Kayleah has a date. She said she could bring her date with her, but we didn't want one of Kayleah's 3 day ladies there with her one year old baby ruining our night. Maybe this lady will cancel on Kayleah and we can all have HOT DOGS again!


PS: Love you, Kayleah ;)

What a day for a Frog :)

If I was a frog, I would love today.

After a long hard winter of doing whatever frogs do in the winter (I'm no frog expert) I'd finally get to begin hoppin' around again and junk. Even though today is colder than it has been, as a frog I probably wouldn't really mind it so much.

Also, it's supposed to rain again. I think it may have rained a bit this morning, but not enough for me to have noticed. But it did rain the other day, so all of the rivers and stuff are full (or whatever).

Frogs always remind me of my grandma. She used to be a big frog enthusiast. When I was younger she had so much frog stuff. Frog rugs, frog clocks, frog coffee mugs, glass frogs, wooden frogs, metal frogs. She kept all of them in an extra bedroom at her house. Grandmas are notorious for collecting things, but my Grandma Mary was different than most. She would actually let us play with her collection. I remember sitting with Maci in that extra bedroom for hours playing house or dress up or whatever. The frog items were always our main accessories.

As the years passed, she kind of stopped collecting. My grandpa would always tell her that he felt like the house was overrun with frogs. He'd always tell her, "Get that crap out of here, Mary!" She knew he was joking, but nonetheless she asked people not to buy her so much. She threw and gave away a lot of it.

I've never been a big fan of frogs (real or fake) but I love the memories they bring up.

...but I do like Frogger....

Shazzog!

Shazzog is a word I just made up. I think it means..........

I'm sorry. 

Right now I'd like to give a big Shazzog to Kayleah Jean Grob. You see, I was brain storming for ideas to write this here blog about and I might have accidentally called titled it "Hog" and told Kayleah that I was going to write about here. Oops.

So this blog is dedicated to the old days of Sorry or Something... because I finally have some things to apologize for again.

Kayleah and I would like to apologize to none other than Tyler V. Today's conversation during lunch was slightly uncalled for and we'd like to say Shazzog for making him sit through it.

Now a list of people who Kayleah never needs (or needed) to say sorry to:

Chris because...*

Jess because....*

Brianna because....*

*reason too explicit for this blog

Now a list of people I don't need to say sorry to:

Kayleah for not saying congratulations

The play audience for messing up (because it worked out)

Tyler V..... because he's Tyler V.

And thus ends my Shazzog Blog.

SHAZZOG!