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Hey my name is Kayla. I blog because I want my memories kept. I don't blog daily, so don't bother to check every single day. I blog when I want to, so no complaining. Please, if a topic on my webiste seem's to upset you, deal with it silently and alone. Don't involve me. Be warned that this is my blog and be prepared that anything can be written so don't even bother complaining. I know most of my readers are from my school, if you are curious or have something to say about my blog, ask me online. I'd rather not be put on the spot and explain myself. I'd rather no one ask at all, but hey, people can be purpous. I have a few bestfriends, you know who you guys are. Enjoy your stay.



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My first poem in four years...go easy on me
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Today I just got very inspired to write, sure it's not the happiest poem in the world, but, it's how she makes me feel almost everyday. So like...go easy one me, it's been a good four years or so.


Normally I’d smile
But I can’t find the will anymore
Usually I’d be happy
But you took it away

With your harsh words
And cruel stares
You took away who I was
And who I might have been

Every mistake
Every flaw
You hold me down for
And yell until I break

My tears are your satisfaction
My anger is your prize
My depression is your trophy
My hurt is your pride

One day you’ll see
What exactly you’ve done to me
When I reach my breaking point
Just know you’re the cause.

So yeah, that is pretty much it. I know it's not the normal ryhmey poem, but it's all I got.


{/5:41 PM}
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Okay I need to share these horrid secrets with the people of Blogger.com
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I swear to mozart I haven't shaved ANYTHING in a good three weeks LOL. I'm just sitting here, quite possibly the harriest woman in North America. Mmmmmk i am done with this blog =)


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Not Much to Blog about
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
If I blog about what I've been doing in London the past couple weeks, it will only be one damn sentence. I've been sleeping, using computer and going for extra long walks. That's all I do. Okay some talk about the people here. On my Grandmothers street , it's all old people and pot heads. And there is a group of scene kids that always stare at me, and EVERYWHERE I go, I find them there, so essentially, I look like a stalker. And another group of preppy kids that like give me death stares if I walk past them. And I swear a good 50% of the little kids are albino. Well anyways Yesterday was probably the funnest day I had here. There are these other kids here, well one isn't really a kid but he certainly looks like one. The girl, she is 13 and her name is Jessica. Me and her sat on the swings talking for a good 2 hours. Then there is the boy, Brandon. I swear he looks like he's 15, but, his sister (which is Jessica) told me he is 20. Ive told a few people about him, the boy who's everything matches his skin. Well he spent two hours like keeping Larrysa entertained. While me and Jessica were talking she told me about the preppy people. If your not a tall blond statuesque type of girl, they won't like you. They hate her. So at 9 o'clock I went home and sat on my computer. Hopefully Jessica and Brandon will be out today.

So Grad is next week. I still have no dress, no shoes, no nothing. My mom calls complaining about missing us, yet she spends all weekends with Brandon in Toronto, if she doesn't come on Saturday, I'll be giving hell. I have to wake up at what, 3 a.m on Monday? So I can get ready and then take the three hour drive to Toronto. Then we have social. That's what I am excited for. Everyone spending time before we all split up. I mean and to spend it dancing and having fun. Perfect.

Well I miss you guys :(.


{/10:50 AM}
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