I'm done!
I don't think it's really hit me yet. Seriously, half way through July I will be like "SHIT! ITS SUMMER!" haha But I am done with my sophomore year and ready to move on to the AP US history and Honors English of next year. WOOT
So I'm not going to do another of the recounting things that I did for new year.  That would take a while and I don't think you guys want to read that. So I'm just going to point out some highlights of this year. MUCH shorter =]

1. My friend's sweet sixteen. Best party of the year! I think I danced more there than I did at Homecoming, and that's saying something
2. LIZ: "Everyone in the world orders chicken. Except for those people who don't order chicken." =]
3. Rejected cartoons
4. CAMERON TO ADAM: "Will you have sex with me? Don't worry, I'm not gay."
5. Meow game

And of course the year wouldn't be complete without the relationship drama. Mandi is hooking up with Alex who's friends with Zack who likes Antasia who has a love/hate relationship with Adam who's dating me while I am trying to figure out why Kelly broke up with Daniel and how Alli and Mason are going to stay together with him going off to college.  That doesn't even begin to cover everything going on with Liz and Kate.

Not that any of this is my business....
But they ARE my best friends....

All in all, this year has been pretty awesome. I am going to super miss the graduating class but I know that they will be back. Frequently. When you go to a small school like ours, everyone stays close =]

On to this summer....
WHICH IS GOING TO KICK ASS!
About half my friends can drive, so we get to hang out way more than last year. Plus there's the beach and the tans and the BOYS and lots of reading time =]
Keep you updated!

XOXO (did you SEE the season finale? SCANDAL!)
Kacey

    You know what I think is sweet? Frank came to visit me on Saturday (which was technically our anniversary since it was the 19th). He walked all the way over to my house in the snow (I can just hear you saying "What?? SNOW? in the SOUTH?" it was pretty flippin amazing) to say hi to me. With his two best friends who wanted to meet me.


    You know what I don't think is sweet? My sister telling him that I was in the shower and closing the door in his face. TECHNICALLY I was in the shower, but still. You say "Can you hold on for a moment? She will be right out" and run up the stairs to drag me out in a towel. You do not send your sister's crush back out into the nineteen degree weather without so much as a "thank you come again" . I don't care that I was naked. He is cute! ARG! Why does my life just suck like this? Seriously. I threw on my clothes as fast as I could and rushed downstairs (I had only just gotten in the shower, so no shampoo to wash out or anything) but by the time I jerked open the door and came tumbling out in a short sleeve teeshirt and no shoes he was already gone. It's just not fair, I tell you!

    I then spent the rest of the night stomping around my house and alternating between cursing my sister, bashing my head against the wall, and eating chocolate- much to my mother's amusement.

    I am never going to take a shower again.

       ... or at least one before ten o'clock at night

    On a side topic, I am supposed to be doing an English paper and History power point right now, but my computer is acting like it is on LSD or something and keeps freezing up. I have seriously typed like half this thing without looking, because the letters won't appear until about a minute later. Maybe it's because i have three firefoxs up with like 30 tabs in each? Or it might be my crappy version of BearShare. Or maybe that pop up thingy from iTunes that tells me something in my C drive is broken? I dunno! I think I might just chuck it out my window and be done with it.

    That would be an interesting one to explain to the teachs



And then I get sent to Bilnutt (the principal) and that's the end of that. So in order to save myself from smart ass replies and almost certain expulsion, I think I am going to go work on my paper. Right after I finish the pp on James Watt. Who even cares about the steam engine anyway? Horses were much nicer.

    Laters

    So some how I have succeeded in going through FOUR Vitamin Waters today.  And not just the regular puny ones either. I'm talkin the super ginormous 32 ounce ones. Yeah. I have been peeing nonstop all day. But seriously. I live off of Vitamin Water. The energy one is so good, and I love the lemonade one, and the XXX one? Yeah, even though they say it is not sexual, it totally is. At least with me.

    Also, I broke the G key on my laptop. I accidentally dropped "A Sweet Far Thing" on it. Oops

    On another note, Today is Friday the 18th, 2008. A year ago it was Friday the 19th, 2007. And me, being me, is freaking out because of this. Why, you ask? Because it was EXACTLY a year ago today (actually I almost got it down to the very minute) that I first made out with Frank.

    Yeah, I think its weird that I remember this too. I really need to stop being so detail obsessed- it's going to get me into trouble. But I seriously can't stop thinking about this. Does he even remember? Does he even CARE?

    BLAH I need a hobby. Maybe I will take up knitting.

    ....oh wait.....

    Off to read Jane Austen and forget about life

So 2007 has drawn to a close, and I think I might as well post up some of my favorite/least favorite things that happened this year. Meaning this will turn into a "I really can't believe I did THAT!" type thing. So I might as well start at the beginning, since it has been aforementioned that the beginning is a very good place to start.


So all in all, 2007 wasn't that bad of a year. I regret some of the stuff that I did (skipping school. Not talking to my friends enough. cutting.) but who doesn't? All I know is that next year is going to be much better!

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Have a great new year!

XOXO,
Kacey

    So I just finished it. Granted, I might have skipped a bit here and there that I need to go back to read, but it was for a good cause.  What cause, you ask? Oh the I-need-my-Kartik-fix cause.  Because Kartik is ranked pretty high up there on my Wish-he-was-real-so-I-could-date-him list, right under Edward Cullen and Jesse de Silva. He is just that perfect.

    But the end of TSFT had me in tears. What happened to True Love? Happy Endings? Gushy Romance? KARTIK????? Arg! I love Libba Bray and her work, and TSFT was amazing, but.... but.... Kartik!

    I don't want anyone to not read it because of me, because I loved it and it is a fitting ending to a great trilogy.  But I still want Kartik back.


    You know what this means.

    Fanfiction.

 So I am alive. Surprised? Well so am I! For the past week (and a half) I have been studying my BUTT off for finals. Kinda sucks, but necessary for college.  So now that I am back, I will update all of the two people who actually care.  WOOT!

I passed Chemistry with an eighty one, and hopefully I will get the eight extra bonus points, making that an eighty nine (!!).  Yay! I resolved my issues with Frank, learned how to use a sewing machine, and bought my ninth and tenth copies of Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer.

My sister's friend moved away, so now I have to deal with a whiny bitchy anorexic six grader. Yay me.  But she will get over it when she gets the web camera to work, or when she gets a new best friend. The second one will probably happen before the first. Just the facts.

Also, I discovered the fad called "Fiction Press." I had already been addicted to FanFiction(.net) but now I am all over FP like nutella and bread. (Yumm) Seriously, I will never have to buy another book (except for The Sweet Far Thing, by Libba Bray a goddess of words) because all the best things are on Fiction Press.

Ok, not really. But that IS how I will be spending my Christmas break. On Fiction Press. And sleeping, of course =]

Nothing more to say, really except watch Gossip Girls on the CW tonight at 9:00!

xoxo

Kacey

The first thing you think when you hear the word 'karma' is the phrase "What goes around comes around." And no, it did not originate with Justin Timberlake. Karma is actually a belief that is shared by Hindus, Buddhist, Sikhs, and Jains (I haven't heard of the last one, but I am sure it's great). It isn't that your actions will come back and bite you in the butt (so no more "Karma will get them" for me!), but that your actions, both past and future, allow you to take responsibility for your life.

I had never really thought of Karma until a few days ago when a friend brought it up in a conversation. The only other time I had heard the word used was when I was reading Siddartha, and when my mom would screech into a parking space and yell "Parking Karma!!!" (Yeah... she's a dork). But since then I have looked it up (thank God for Wikipedia) and decided that it's a really great principle. I mean, I don't know where it fits in in the Christian belief, but I figure I will work around that.  Maybe see if the higher powers can come to a suitable agreement.

So basically it's the idea of taking responsibility for your actions. I have pretty much always fessed up when I have done something wrong, since one its the right thing to do, and two I can't lie worth crap.  But this kind of taking responsibility is a bit deeper than that. It's being able to admit to yourself that you have totally screwed something up, and that you might as well get used to it because "sorry hun things aren't gonna change." So today I admit to myself that I totally screwed up my relationship with about three people that I really care about and that I can't do one thing to fix it.

Wow. It feels good to get that off my chest. Ok, not really. It still majorly sucks.  But I can't do anything about it, so might as well move on. Yep, you heard it here folks. I am finally admitting defeat and moving on.  Officially. Totally and completely. No more trying to suck up and fix things. I let the chips fall where they may and let them deal with their own actions. Except that I doubt they will be good Karmatics and take responsibility for their own actions, but whatever. Not my problem anymore, is it??

PS: I would like to thank Wikipedia for all it's help in researching Karma, and my cat for sleeping while I confessed to her all my problems.
=]

Sooo today I had the best day ever, during which I did... absolutely nothing. Seriously. Woke up really early for tutoring for my least favorite subject, found out that it was not only freezing cold, but also raining as I was walking out the door in my short sleeve shirt and pleated skirt (uniform, folks. I wouldn't wear it any other way), didn't get my daily dose of coffee, and then had to spend the rest of the day in class. It pretty much sucked. (This is the part where you the reader is wondering why the hell this would be a good day)

Well! I will tell you what made this normally dreary day into a pretty fantastic one. First, I had no homework due, meaning I was not rushing around to turn in a bunch of stuff that I had meant to do the night before but oops! "There-was-this-really-great-book-I-was-reading-and-I-just-fell-asleep...!!!" Second, there was potato soup at lunch. I like potato soup. And third, I hooked up one of my really good guy friends with a girl he has been crushing on for a while now. 

Yeah, that last one was actually the only good one. But I did like not having to do homework in the hallways.

So back to boy-who-happens-to-be-a-friend and girl-who-he-loves. They have been 'going with' (not out with! That would imply dating!) to movies and stuff, and today he finally sucked up the courage to ask her out. Which means he finally came to me and asked me what I thought he should do. So I wrote him these totally cute scenarios (three of them) of how he should ask her out. But I forgot one itty bitty detail.

It was raining. Hard. And he was supposed to ask her out outside.

So my plans were ruined, and he had to wing it. But apparently he did a good job, because I am proud to announce the dating of.... _______and___________.  (You didn't think I would actually put their names in here, did you???)

So that is the tale of my pretty awesome do-nothing day. And now if you'll excuse me, I have four hours of homework.

Tomorrow is going to SUCK

So in view of reading my bestfriend silentxmoon's recent blogs, I feel the need to write a response. SO! Boys. Those things that girls obsess over, love, hate, obsess over, think about all the time, obsess over, can't live without, and...did I mention obsess over? We really have alot of time on our hands over, boys. Sorry.

Anyways, so Miss. Silent (aka bestfriend) is having a boy problem, and.... so am I. But hers is better, because she can write all this witty prose about it, and NOT make herself look like an idiot. Unlike me. But whatever. Her boy (lets call him Bob =]) has this problem. It's called I-like-this-girl-but-I-am-to-scared-to-ask-her-out-and-get-emotionally-attached-itis. Apparently alot of boys suffer from it. Including mine (lets call him Frank). So Bob and Frank don't want to ask us out because they are afraid of what they will feel/how they will act if they go out with us. But here's the thing. THEY ALREADY GO OUT WITH US! We go to movies with them, and Starbucks (aka Heaven) with them. Go with=go out with. All they have to do is add one little word (and a bit of making-out). Not hard, people. But to them, it's like their entire life depends on it. And I thought that girls were supposed to be the over-dramatic ones.

So here is the solution to our problem SxM. We kidnap them, take them to New York, find an unknown but really good surgeon, and get them a lobotomy. Lobotomies are all I have been talking about lately, and that is just because they are so great. I mean, no emotion. How cool would that be? We could all walk around like little robots. Except bigger. And yeah, lobotomies might have been created by the Nazis, but... that doesn't mean us Americans haven't perfected the art! I'm sure you could get a nice lobotomy for a couple hundred in New York.  Heck, you could probably get a good one in any major city. (But I would still go to NY. They have smarter people there. A mix between immigration and drugs, I think)  So I think we should go for it. No emotion would mean they wouldn't CARE about asking us out (even though we already go out!) because they wouldn't care about anything. That'd be good, right??

Maybe I need to find another solution.

As my dad puts it, "Ah, boys, can't live with them, can't shoot them."

So it might be lame to post twice in one day, but... I don't really care. =] I had a shocking epiphany today and decided I needed to write it down before I forgot it. SO!

For the past couple of weeks, all I have been hearing out of the boys at my school was a bunch of jumble that sounded something like "ImmmallGrey!" One word, and really strange. So instead of being an idiot and deciding to ASK what they were/still are saying, I would Google search it. Now I really like Google. They decorate for every holiday (even days that AREN'T holidays), have an amazing thing called Google Video that allows you to download music videos FREE, and when I search something, what I am looking for usually pops right up. Except for the one word phrase "ImmmallGrey!" Now, that was kinda a let down for me. Because honestly, It's Google. Why couldn't it just find some remote site that I have never heard of and just tell me what the stupid phrase MEANT??? So I tried different things. I tried adding spaces "Immm_all_Grey!" and deleting words "ImmmGrey!" and a bunch of different things, but nothing popped up.

 So I gave up. And then today, as I am sitting in my room reading, I hear the words "ImmmallGrey!" And they were coming from my mothers computer. Can you say WEIRD??? My mom is forty-five years old, and somehow she knows what this dumb phrase is AND I DON'T! So, instead of asking her (because though I won't admit it, this became a personal vendetta for me) I again tried to Google it, this time putting in the words "I'm all Gregg." Because, unlike the kids at my school, my mother's computer was not saying 'Grey' but 'Gregg.' And wa-la! I got results.

And now I know why they were laughing so hard when they said it. Apparently, for the past three weeks they have been referencing a gender-confused, watercolor-painting, tutu-wearing, Bailey-drinking, fish-man named Gregg, who stared on BBC World's "The Mighty Boosh." ...And in an Electric Six music video, according to Wikipedia, but I won't get into that.

'Gregg' is apparently a misguided creature who goes searching for love every full moon by way of kidnapping men from their fishing boats. Strange, no? You can watch the video on Youtube

You've seen me, and ye know me, I'm Old Gregg! =]

So I've been reading alot of blogs lately (and when I say alot, I mean ALOT) and I have decided to make one. Even if I will only use it to link to other people's ljs. =] But anyways, Hello Live Journal, I'm Lindsey. And I'm boring. (But if I weren't boring, I'd be... stupid. =] Wow, I love my friends.) So for anyone curious, this is a little about me: