lover none my boy.
so ill just get to stepping.

no hard feelings, just wanna do me -
without u.




hurting's a bitch,
crying for a man's a waste,
nothing gets fucking SOLVED.


i most certainly feel PATHETIC for crying over the phone to you.
absolutely made u see nothing.

mission stupidity.
great going again on my behalf.
starting to practice not to call u on impulse.
cause - u dont even like it.

play mates and lovers in our secret world.

if only u knew what i did for u today man,
but then again, u wouldn't really give a damn.
that hurts me. a lot. but ok. i guess im used to this.





leave u ur space, ur time, and some more space.
count me out.
i dont wanna deal with the pressure, stress, drama,
friendship any longer.
and again.. no hard feelings.
love u to death, but i have way too many things to deal with..
trust me, ur not my only problem..

dont get me wrong, i'll be respectful when i see you,
i'll greet u, say hi to ur friends, act like its all okay.
ill make it easier for both u n i - no awkwardness.
but i still want nothing to do with u or getting back with u.



bye.

ENRIQUE PAOLO.
VVVII + 17babe, i love u


peej, i've seriously, seriously.. ran out of places to hide.
but i know that you'll find it in yourelf to look past everything.
just dnt forget about +17 .. ever.

tell me why i went ahead and played beack vball today from 6P - 10P instead of studying for religion ..?

only a dumbassssss.. for volleyball, lol.

ohhh maaaan. now i gotta PAAAYYY.
i gotta fold the laundry as promised to mother ..
(little agreement before she let me go out)
and i gotta try and study .. SHIIITTT.
lol, oh well.




beach volleyball again after exams with senior girls vball team & senior boys vball team.
gonna be live, and SEXXXXED - if you know what i meaaaann :):)

deezed men + beach + playing vball = HUBBA HUBBAAA !!!!

wish me luck on my last exam.
i dont intend on studying.
just folding and sleeping.



& i cant wait til my sister comes bacccckk.
& i also can't wait til CAKES sleeps over ! YAAAY !

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn we fucked up.but that shit was fun!"
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for a while.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."
FAKE FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out.

HAHA :)

Yeah, pretty tiring fucking week.

Dance left, right, and centre. But thank God homework wasn't such a bitch this week or else I would've DIED. There was this one day (I think it was Wednesday) where I was just having such a hard time with everything. School was homo, after school practice for Holy Week dance was so-so, after that, Xander and I rushed to Gonzaga for the YFC Precon practice with our team and the practice lasted 'til 830P. Like, what a drainer. And the whole time we were practicing I had this homo headache that I didn't wanna complain about or whatever cause I was conscious that everyone might think I'm such a whiner and I wasn't dedicated enough for the team's good. Well, I AMMM dedicated and I LOVE this team - don't try taking that shit away from me. Dance is my PASSION. Dance is my ELEMENT. Dance is what I blow off my friends, family, and boyfriend for, so don't you FUCKING try hinting that I'm not fucking worthy of the team. After practice, had to walk home in the dark from Xander's at like 9P. My body was aching, I needed to piss, and I felt sooooooooooo homo. Got home and got changed, didn't fucking bother to shower (LOL.) and passed out on the bed. Well, somewhere in betweenn getting home and passing out on my bed was me getting all homo on Peej and made him feel like crap, lol. Yeah. Horrible girlfriend. But then at the end of the day, he's all I really needed to cheer me up. OFCOURSEEEEEEE he bleew up on me tooooo. But he was decent enough to apologize cause I had a horrible day and he wasn't helping, lol. YEUP. Good ol' buddy Peejay - so cute, I should pinch his ass cheeks. AHAHAH. (k that's how you know I chill with him way too much).

OH ANDD, did I tell you that you'll never find a cutie patootie boyfriend like I have ? HA, CAUSE YOU WOULDN'T, EVER EVER IN YOUR LIFE. Sorry to shatter your dreams, but this kid's way too cute. Causeeee, a couple times this week (and a couple more before that), every fourth period I'd have a scavenger hunt from him in my fourth period class (Religion w/ Bilan) =D. He'd walk me to class and say, "look under your desk :)" and I'd run and it would tell me a clue as to where to find my next clue and blablabla. And WOOOO ! I get treats :) LOL ! Free twix errytime + nice notes. LOL. Yeah my boyfriend's the greatest. Too bad I can't do all that shit for him or else I'd feel like SHERRY. LOL. It's ok, he knows I love him :)

Friday was pretty chill with Cate and Peej.
Saturday was family + Peej day.
>> AM; Reached Square w/ family. lemon grass, picture, walking around n tings.
>> PM; Watched Shooter in AMC @ 945P w/ Peej.

Today's homo day. Laundry & hmk. What. A. DEUCE.
And on top of that, I didn't get to say bye to my sister when she left this morning :(
I felt like an only child this morning, going to church with my parents + dimsum. Oh well, it's ok.

Good week I guess.
Just real tired.
Too blessed.

PS: last night, after getting home from the movies, it was like 1A and Peej called me.
"Kaytee, we haven't prayed yettttt." LOL. Cutie. Yeah, we pray together before going to bed, so what? LOL.

SATURDAY
- checked-in at the hotel and got settled.
- met his cousins : nicollete, timmy, & miaaaa :)
- MIDWAY TINGS FROM 7P - 10P + bk.
- walked back to the hotel & cousins stayed at our room, movied it out with Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Beginning.

SUNDAY
- breakfast at The Famous.
- crossed the border, checked-in at seneca hotel.
- room was SEEEEXY. plasma screeen that turns, comfy & pretty king size bed w/ 1000 pillows, juckuzzi, couches, curtains that open and close with a remote, etc.
- went to fatima shrine.
- shopping + mcdonalds.
- back to hotel, jumped in the juckuzzi w/ peej.
- pj's cousins came to our suite: watched The Ring 2 + juiced + crashed in our room, again, lol.

MONDAY
- suppose to leave that day, so stayed in the hotel.
- decided to stay one more night.
- nothing better to do, so went shopping again.
- peej had food poisoning ? once we went back to the hotel, poor baby started throwing up non-stop since 11P. it was sooo nasty. i felt bad. doctor came and everything. peej slept in the other room w/ the parents.
- girls had the suite alll to ourselves :) juiced and tings. timmy threw up over three shots, LOL.

TUESDAY
- woke up and went swimming.
- packed up our shit and dipped.
- mall again and saw NATHAN DUKE, LOL.
- ride home :)

thanks babe, for eeeeeeeeverything.
hope you feel better.
you're at the hospital and i'm bummed (n).
sucks you got sick.
let's see if you remember what's clever tmrw *

I got a 9 in my pocket and I'm ready to bust
and if y'all cant do it I won't (give a fuck)
about these bitch ass niggaz I just don't (give a fuck)
about these trick ass hoes I don't (give a fuck)
ABOUT Y'ALL.

BIG TUNE.