Okay, so it's been six days, twenty hours, and something minutes since I last updated.
Nothing fun has happened.
I did go to the mall. Then I got sicker and didn't go to school Monday. Which meant four hours of make-up work in addition to the day's homework. Damn honors classes.
I should be getting ready for church. But my dad's asleep. I'm not gonna wake him up, because church is stupid and boring. I don't believe in God, but I go to church 'cause I'm nice and don't want to give my dad a heart attack.
I still haven't come 'out of the closet' to anyone else. I need to, but I'm too afraid of their reactions. And at school? No way! I mean, I've never heard so many homophobic slurs in one day at my school as I have in a week anywhere else! Jeez!
*Yawn* I'm tired. At least there's no school tommorow.

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 I think it's time for a new journal. This one is stoopid.

School seems okay. All week, I sat with this really cute sophmore named Dallas. He's in my German II class. We got to listen to Rammstein during German!

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So I turned fourteen yesterday.

Talk about the crappiest birthday ever. I have the FLU!

But I did get some awesome presents.

I got: Nightmare Before Christmas--manga version, a cool yin-yang bookmark, an awesome black skirt, a tank-top with The Who on it, a velvety newsboy cap, a $20 gift card for Hot Topic, $100, a pyjama set, a sign (Teenager parking only: all others will be sorry), and a pair of music-themed earrings.

But you know what rocks? Yesterday, my mother was at Hy-Vee, buying some tissues (I went through two boxes in five hours), and you know what? The bagger asked her if she had a freshman daughter named Kelsey. And you know who the bagger was? Dallas!

I can't believe it! I didn't know my mother and I look so alike that someone who's never met my mother can guess that we're related!

Anyways, I'm gonna go. I'm trying to convince my mother that I feel well enough to go to the mall.

I've decided that, to keep my thoughts from being manipulated against me, I'll delete all posts every Sunday. Ya know... Start out with a new slate every week.

Guess who I got a call from? Jenny! I miss that girl so much-- I've not talked to her since the last day of school before Christmas Break, in eighth grade. The next two weeks were so busy for me - packing, Christmas, and moving.

So... Freshman Transition Day. Not too bad, not too bad at all. But my school is huge. Five different buildings, and all of them are two stories tall! I got so lost at FTD.

In other news.. I've decided to quit both of my Xangas. I'm sick of updating them-- they get so annoying after a while.

Hm.. School tomorrow! I feel like posting what I'm wearing...-- a (genuine) Scottish kilt over a pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt with a black guitar on it, and a studded belt-- with some old sneakers.

Nothing else to say...
--Kelsey



...I'll post tommorow evening.