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No freaking clue

I have nothing to say. I'm exhausted because we had no heat Friday night, but I didn't realize it until late when there was nothing I could do about it. So, sleep...not so much. Plus, my fish nearly died...They aren't accustomed to sleeping in the Arctic Ocean. Then there was a spur of the moment trip to Tennessee, so Saturday night was spent on a lumpy, squeaky, thin, sofa mattress, that I was woken up from entirely too early to so that I could go tromp around in the sub-zero temperatures while it snowed. It was a great trip, wouldn't change it at all. And yet, here I am blabbing on a blogging network that I hardly frequent any more cause myspace is so much easier and let's face it, no one's reading these. Maybe if I could link this to myspace I'd write on both. Keep people guessing. Eh, willing to bet still no one would read this. No, no, Valerie would because we'd both be bored at work and I'd call her and tell her to read my blog. Melissa would, and mom would because this site isn't blocked from the Caldwell County Nazi School System. For nothing to say I'm working up quite the paragraph.

I need to go poke the fish and make sure he's alive. No need to poke anymore, I can actually see his fins moving. He must be thawing. I on the other hand am cold, cause I'm dumb and insist on wearing a short sleeved shirt to bed, and I left my new super warm, cozy blanket at Melissa's after watching Quarentine. So now, she'll be extra warm.

I was watching Apocalyptica interviews. But after half a dozen of them being in another language, and another couple being difficult to follow cause my brain wouldn't translate their rather-good-but-still-sometimes-broken english very well. So I gave up. I'm not watching the Oscar festivities, but I am reading Chris' twitter updates about the Oscar festivities. So I think that basically counts. For instance, I know Man on Wire won best documentary. Or suckumentary, don't know I haven't personally seen it. I did just see Gran Torino. Made me want to cry.

Well, in case my plans don't go well, and I don't get this linked to anything and it just sits here vacant for another three months...you can successfully (I think there are a few too many letters in my spelling of that word) find me at...
www.myspace.com/kaylee185
www.myspace.com/southerntwilightphoto
or try facebook...I don't have a network cause I'm not cool like that, but search my name...Kasey Whelton. I'm also on Twitter. Kaylee11.

Everything except for southern twilight is private, better tell me who you are or I'll deny you as spam. lol I'm terrible.

Time for bed now. Good night world...or, the one person who is reading this cause they hit next blog and got stuck here.

AFI Begin Transmission - KAYLEE185

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annoyed, irritated, and rejected

I'm writing on this blog because I wanna write and vent, but I know no one reads this. I'm just so fed up with the male sex. I mean please, what is wrong with them?!?!

And what's most annoying is the way I can't get a certain one off my mind. It should be easy to do, half the time he's infuriating me. But there's something I can't let go of. I don't even know what it is. He's on my mind all day. And he's ignoring me. I don't know what happened, don't know why all the sudden he's paused/stopped communication. I'm not pursuing it though, cause it'll probably only annoy him. I guess one of us annoyed is better than both. Although i wish it was him and not me. I've been in a funk for a week. I don't see how it could just be from him, but nothing else is going on. So I guess I will blame him for it afterall.

And it gets worse. I can't even complain to my friends because one doesn't wanna hear it, I know, and the other is this certain someone's sister, so I know she REALLY doesn't wanna hear it. She knows about "us", I say "us" because there is no "us", but she doesn't want to be involved. So I'm trying to respect her wishes and not talk to her about it. So that leaves no one really to talk to.

He's not looking for a relationship. What does that even mean? I mean, who goes LOOKING for one, they usually just happen don't they? I guess he doesn't even want to let one happen. Whatever. Fine. I'm probably better off. Now if my heart and my head would just come into sync on this one maybe I could concentrate on other things and stop staring at my phone.

And not only is this not the first time this has happened in general, it's not the first time this has happened with this particular someone. Yes, yes I let myself get tangled up TWICE. Why? Because I'm a masochistic dope.

It's raining, at least the weather agrees with me.

MOVED

I've moved to a new site...

www.myspace.com/southerntwilightphoto

COME FIND ME!

Nooooothing new...sorry....but like yahoo mail I was afraid if I neglected it for too long it would just delete the whole thing. So this is my blog saving blog...to save...my blog.

Where did I go?

Well, I haven't used this blog in like, a trillion years. Mom says I need to start a column, perhaps I'll write a book. Anyway, I'm not using this anymore because, well I'm using myspace.

Soooo

www.myspace.com/kaylee185

Find me there. Lots of blog reading to be had.

Orrrr

Maybe I'll start writing my book on here. You'll just have to keep looking to see.