Dedicated to The Proud Mama of Nanie Boo Boo

Rachie did this, and I told her I'd post some of mine. Just some Entries from the old diary.

*I WILL NOT BE CORRECTING ANY SPELLING ERRORS*
March 4, 1996
Dear Dairy, (yeah. dairy.)
There is this boy in my class his name is Dexter, he has a crush on Brittney and me, We both hate him. He's a real jerk, Sometimes he'll even follow us around. I'm telling you, he's a real jerk.

No Date but sometime in 96
Dear Dairy,
Today I got my card pulled to five min. at school and for no reason! you oghut to now teachers are meen!

May 20 1997
Dear Jornal, (I stopped writing to a dairy because it felt too juvenile.)
This year I have the nicest teacher. Kynsla is what he calls me. Here is a song I wrong for you it's called Havery The Wonder Hamster. NOT! Sorry, I forgot it. Guess what schools out soon. I'm so happy that it is. I get to sit by a girl. But I don't like her because she is spoiled and she lies. But I get to sit by Tara & Megan. THey call them selfs Meara & Teagan. But I don't mind. I think people who think they have a lot of friends don't and people who think they don't do. Bye!

October 1997
Dear Journal,
I'm back again! Well school's back in and I go to a new school. Ephraim Elm. It's a great school. Also, I have a boy teacher his name is Mr. B. He's way cool. I don't have a crush on any boys yet. Darnet! You probably know I'm in the fourth grade now. I have a lot of friends. My best friend is Amber. She lives right by me. Oh! And our old nieghbors moved but before they did they found a baby racoon and kept it for a pet. Well one of our kittens are but still have one named Meno. Amber has one to. It's named Sunshine. Oh my mom is going to have a baby boy soon. I'll tell you more when it's born. I cut my hair way short. Also I'm going to be Dead Miss American for Halloween. Were moving too. I'm smarter also see 12 X 12 = 144. Pretty cool huh. Zues has chewed a hole in his cage so we had to hook him to a chain. and me and amber made a huanted house. It's kind of a hut too. My dad's neihbors Kisha and Jade are mean we call them names. Thats all I can think of today bye bye!

No Date But Sometime in 97
Dear Journal,
I live in Manti now and I hate it. My mom put in me a stupid timeout just because I hit my dum little brother. I think I'll move to Australia.


February 15, 1999
Dear Journal,
I think I am in love, no wait, I AM in love. It's Craig. I can't help it, he so cute and he's so funny. I can't hardly stand it! Well if it wasn't for that snob Megan, he would already be mine. But next year in middle school he will be mine. He doesn't go to Manti Elementary with me, it sucks too. Brittney might try to get him but I'll kick her butt! Because he's mine.
Bye!

December 18 1999
Hi! Long time no see. I'm in middle school it's fun. Alyssa is over right now. I'm at straight A's. We had a dance yesterday 7 boys asked me to dance. We can't say no or we will get a ticket.
The boys were: Kelly, Richard, Wendell, Derek, James, Tyler, Niel. Wendell called me a little while ago and asked me out. I FLIPPED I didn't know what to say so I said, "I don't know I'll tell you on monday." I hope he still wants to. And I hope my mom doesn't find out.

August 1, 2000
Dear Diary,
It's has almost been a year since I last wrote. Well I said yes to Wendell but we broke up two weeks later. I'm obsessed with *Nsync. I have 150 pics of them. Me, Kellie, and Alisa went to the concert, I almost had a heart attack. Can you believe I'll be in 7th gr. More boys, better grade, and night dances!
Bye bye bye!

I feel like the I'm exploiting the little girl who wrote these things, and she'd hate me for it. But you know what? I hated the me that wrote these, she was a douche.

What's mine is ours.

Dear Kynslie,

Not sure what this new habit of staying up late is all about, but we're not so much into it.

Please try to get to bed at a decent hour, at least during the week days.

The bags that have taken up residency below are less than flattering.

We don't get heavy and start to sting because we just feel like it. We're trying to tell you something. So listen to us, YOU NEED SLEEP.

It's time for bed now, so stop blogging, and rest your head.

See you in the morning, groggy in the mirror.

Forever Yours Until The Depature of Your Soul,

Your Beloved Eyes

Lay-Off the Blog Sauce.

Two blogs in one day? Why yes, sorta. [After Midnight]

Basically, I wanted to say 3 things.

Lips are weird and cool.

I wish more people understood me, and agreed with me, musically.

and last.. I love these lyrics of the song I already posted in like 40 different places. These lyrics get me. Ok?

If I had one wish, it'd be for you and all your friends who didn't like me
If I had one wish, it'd be that we'd had danced more at that apocryphal wedding
If I sound angry, I'm sorry, this body can only cry for so long
And if you want to blame me, then go on
I'm smiling now 'cause I'm smarter than you think


I'm smarter than you
I'm smarter than you think

Well I apologize for not telling you that my halo was cut from paper
sliced from the fibers that made up all the parts that we were together
and even though i miss you, I'm thankful it's obvious that this one was futile
so puts your hands together and clap for
the painful choice you've made 'cause it's right

(I found out)
You're smarter than me
(The hard way this time)
You're smarter than I thought
(You were right)
You're smarter than me
(This was all wrong)
I'm smarter than I thought

that's just the way it is.

Max Bemis is the best thing that's ever happened to Eisley.

I'm just saying.

PROOF:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCqLkzKpPDI

let's get deep.

Dear Intensity,

Where do you go when it gets dark? Is there room for me there?

You're on foreign soil. Living someone else's life. Which was never a bad thing. Not ever.

You know that.

Rules, are rules, and they are meant to be broken right? Wrong. Not these rules. But if you and I ever.. it would be like this.

I'd be there, sitting across from you, in a room with two couches.

Your beautiful six string would rest on your knee, and your hands would feel at home. Caressing and brushing the strings.

We would be the same as we always were, sarcasm floating around the air stifling the oxygen. We'd breathe it in, and smile.

I would look down at the floor while you tuned, not saying anything.

And then you'd play.

You'd play the most magnificant song I'd ever heard. And you'd sing. The words you'd written about me, for me, and only me. I was finally worth it to someone. To take the time.

It would be the best 5 minutes of melody I'd experienced in years. You know me oh so well.

Then we'd spend the next little while, lounging around. I'd probably be on my back with my legs up, and you'd lay on the couch. We'd listen to records of all the classics, Zeppelin, Petty, James Taylor.. etc. And then we'd listen to CD's of our favorites, discussing them further in depth.

Sometimes, we would sit in silence, saying everything by saying nothing. Soaking it all in.

You always said that face to face, we'd be epic. And you're as right as rain. Whatever that means really.

Love always,
Indie

My Very Own Secret.

Everyone says i'm COOL.

And now that you're gone,
I believe them. :)

7-Eleven, Oh thank heaven.. Or should I?

"Kynslie, What's your biggest fear?"

Being involved in a gun-point robbery, while I'm getting a slurpee at sev.

"Seriously?"

Yeah.

"Oh.."


People, this is real. 7-Eleven's are robbed on a weekly basis. I think it's safe to say, a DAILY basis if we're counting 7-Eleven's every where.
You'd think, if I was that scared of them, I'd stay away. But it's my Romeo and Juliet style love affair with Slurpees [COKE SLURPEES]

Not to brag, but I am probably the most alert person you'll ever meet, when I am outside of my comfort zone. I always look over my shoulder when I'm walking out to my car, especially at night. I check in my backseat, get in, and lock the doors immediately. I try not to linger too long standing outside of my car, in case there's a rapist hiding under there. (That really happened in the middle of the day in SLC, so don't even.)

The second I step foot in an 7-Eleven I look around for potential criminals. The prejudice in me targets the dirtiest people, obviously. I try to get in and get out fast, and play it cool. Sometimes, there's a guy lingering by the beer wearing a trenchcoat, this makes me not want to go in. I might wait in my car till he leaves. Or just go somewhere else, and try again. Another thing I check when I pull up is how tough the clerk(s) looks. If it's a woman, who's not burly, I'll keep an eye on that, I don't want to, and I won't be the hero, not to save one 7-Eleven. I move swiftly, and I don't linger, I'll go somewhere else if I want candy. (Unless I'm with someone, I make sure I'm always moving around the store.) After all is said and done, I enjoy my delicious slurpee, and the obstacle I had to overcome to get it. But I think I am the one who ends up looking like I am about to rob the place.

You can laugh all you want but I'll bet you $500 my dad would be glad that I am not oblivious to my surroundings.

Next stop: One can of pepper spray.

A rant, if you will.

I was sitting here in my Sunday's Best, or my underwear, let your imagination decide.

And something came over me, this overwhelming sense of a need to RANT about a certain band that I hate so much.

**side note, real fast, apparently the Gunnison Prison has really lovely hold music. I appreciate it.**

SECONDHAND SERENADE IS THE WORST BAND THAT I CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW.

[cause there's a lot of sucky bands out there, and I don't want to toss them aside.]

Here's a list of clues that have led me to such a harsh conclusion.

-Their lyrics are weak and useless.

[i.e. TONIGHT WILL BE THE NIGHT THAT I WILL FAR FOR YOU. give me a break, my 15 year old cousin is more clever than that.]

-Their fans are less than credible, as far as music taste goes. [i.e. Valley girls and sweet bros.]

-The singer is a whiney little beeotch.

-They get airtime on 97.1 ZHT.

-They're too pathetic to sing about anything but some douche girl who is probably really digging the attention from this loser excuse for a musician.

-Their music is flawed and unoriginal.

-Chris Carrabba called, he wants his sound back. [cause yeah, he did this about 10 years ago]

-The singer spikes his hair like it's 1998.

I hate this band so much. SOOO much. Or this guy, another thing, what a douche for having a band name but being a solo artist, plus the bandname SUCKS. It's probably one of the worst band names I've ever heard in my life.

But I guess bands like this exist to keep the masses away from all the good bands that I like. So keep on keeping on douche, and douche minions.

Words are words, and you'd never see it coming.

We choose our words carefully.
We love hidden meanings, and subliminal messages.
Straight-forwardness does us no good.
We can make you think it was your idea all along.
We can make you think it was your fault all along.
We always get what we're after.
We have to move swiftly, because sometimes people catch on.
We'll chip away, undetected, until it's acheveived.
You'll always want more, cause we'll never give enough.
We can make you fall, hard, fast, and sometimes, we'll let you hit the ground.
We'll charm your pants off... literally.

Who are we?

(the answer is not any certain gender.)