More, more, more freaking Kyle blogs! *rolls eyes* I forgot to put this in my last blog. Okay, so Kyle used to work at Martins. Well my mom and I went to Martins today. Kyle's friend Nolan was there. Hehe He knew who I was. And he looked at my gut 3 or 4 times. Sure Kyle, you didn't tell anybody *rolls eyes* Oh! And, okay, when me and my mom drove past Kyle's house, his car was there, alone....

... this was very anticlimactic news. I was expecting him to say a bloody ax or something. My mom found the sign in our garage last night. I was up in my room doing my hair when I heard her confront Nolan about it. "Do not put that thing on my lawn, do you hear me? Do not put that thing on my lawn." So she's more bitter about the election that I previously thought. Fine. No more political...

...talking about it today during her class and he called "phenomenal." The hell? It took me, like, 2 hours to make and I spent that time listening to Ricky Gervais podcasts. xD ---------- My dad took Nolan to parent-teacher conferences today and I tagged along because my self-esteem was running on empty. I never realized until today how much I see parent-teacher conferences like an amusement park...

...this creeps me out. What disturbs me the most is the prospect that we could both get off to Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull for such opposite reasons. WHAT. She tried to get Nolan and me to admit our "secret crushes." I stalled, trying to think of someone reasonable who was under 40 and not David Tennant. I was considering Christian Bale when she reminded me that I used to...

...TODAY! (She's ooold. ;)) Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting ftw. ♥ ♥ ---------- We were at Walmart just for a little bit today, and we used one of those self-check-outs, and Nolan's like, "We should try doing this in Spanish" and I said something about how I heard it's still difficult even if you know a little Spanish, and there's a pause before he says: "Oh, that's right...

"FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH, USE A NAPKIN AND NOT THE ARM OF THE COUCH!" I love it when my mom yells at Nolan. I always laugh. xD ---------- When I had to watch The Matrix for school, I remember thinking Agent Smith's voice was pretty badass, but his face wasn't very commanding; I preferred him with his sunglasses on because the less face that showed, the cooler he was. I just now...

... yeah.  It'll be fun." *hyperventilates* I still have cleaning to do, 4 lasagnas to make, to drag out the vacuum so the rugs can be some semblance of clean, & make beds. Okay, that's not so bad.  Nolan just went to the grocery store for me, because he is a Godly man who loves me and wants to preserve my sanity.  Of course, he'll inevitably forget something, or get creative with an item on the list...

while just being myself. There's no censor in the way I talk with strangers or co-workers. There's more time to dedicate to living. If I can keep being me. Then I'm doing just fine.

Surviving at the rate at which i walk from home every night, i get home late a bit after twelve. As a talking point, i tell someone the thing i love about the city is at least one every week I see something...really bubbly sun glasses and halter tops of different pastels and "Gabriel", the second generation vietnamise, itallllian. Her accent is projected yet feminine. "How you girls, liking your balls?

...the house, I tried saying hi to her a couple times, but when she didn't respond, I thought maybe I should leave her alone, right? Maybe she needed some space, I though. Anyway, after dinner, dad and Nolan are getting ready to leave for the show, I'm watching Brian Williams (in HD--oh. my. god.) and Dino's back by the dishwasher crying because she can't unload the bottom tray. And I sat there, listening...