Grooveywun: do you know where you're goin to college yet?
KristinGayda: oh yes
KristinGayda: bryant baby
Grooveywun: motha fucka.
Grooveywun: you the shit girl.
KristinGayda: amen!
KristinGayda: haha
KristinGayda: i was so pumped
Grooveywun: seriously. you're fucking tops.
Grooveywun: i'm rerally happy for you.
KristinGayda: i don't know how i pulled it off
Grooveywun: you pulled it off by being fucking tops.
Grooveywun: wow, i'm so happy for you with bryant. really, i have an inexplicable feeling that i know how much you wanted it, and i really felt like you deserved it.
KristinGayda: yea i really really really did.. thanks so much :-)
Grooveywun: and you're going to make so much more of the opportunity too because of what you ahd to go through to get in. you're totally going places.
Grooveywun: and i'm riding your coattails.
Grooveywun: i've got nothign better to do for the next four years....

OMFG BRYANT COLLEGE '08 = ME. Me, Kristin Elizabeth Gayda, going to college. Jesus Christ. My first choice. OMFG. I can't believe it. This all coming from someone who had the full intention of dropping out of high school last year. I'm totally speechless. I'll write more later...

and you know what, Danny boy, we will unleash the fury of two amazingly twisted minds on the world, and shall grow huge turnips, sell children, start an indian tribe, open up a landromat/bar, and much more. Yay! Teeth!

Thank you for making me see there's a life in me; it was dying to get out. - Jets to Brazil

Well let's see now it is about 11:10 PM and time to write a little bit of something here. Mike just left, and he has to be the greatest boyfriend on earth, because he tolerates every single aspect of my annoying personality, all of the little quirks and idiosyncracies. He for some reason likes them, so I won't complain. I tested him by forcing him to watch the 2 hour American Idol special today, and he didn't complain really haha. I was amazed. I forced him to vote, too. He voted for the sassy black one that sounds kind of like Macy Gray but less scary. She's no Jon Peter Lewis though, let me tell ya. I love you lots, Mikey, don't you ever forget it. It's so nice to have you home for once!

To go completely out of order, school today was, again, not interesting. Senior year is, again, extremely easy. Doesn't bother me though. Same thing with half days, those are fun.

What does bother me though, is the fact that it's snowing on March 16th. That really pisses me off. I turned my head for one second today and the next thing I know, it looks like someone shook us up in a snow globe out there. I was hoping that it wouldn't stick, but of course, it did, so with my luck they'll push graduation back even farther along with tennis.

I've really wanted to play outside more now that it was getting warmer, but the weather decided to fuck me over royally in that department. It's a shame too, because yesterday at tennis lessons I was really whacking the fuzz off the ball. And I realize that was a very suggestive sounding sentence, but believe me, I just mean I was hitting it very hard and fast.

...dammit.

Both Tommy and Kait celebrated a birthday yesterday, so go both of you. I love you both lots. :)

I skip around everywhere. Anywho, after snow and all, I walked over to Anne Marie's house because we were supposed to play tennis anyway. If it were anyone else, I might have minded not playing. But I was really happy that we actually got to hang out for once, because we haven't in so long. It was like back in the day, definitely Lil Sis/Big Sis all over again. Didn't feel so obligatory haha. So that definitely put me in a good mood, I'm glad that we're getting along so much better now. It's just too bad everything else that happened had to go down first. It's alright though, I'm more than understanding about everything.. that's what the Big Sis is for, duh ;)

A very special dedication to Dana "Twin" Pelllitteri: guys with 4 letter names suck. You really should have learned that by now. Your day will come, oh I promise. Until then you just have fun and go on wit yo bad self. Don't let one asshole ruin everything for you, you know well enough that what you have is amazing and that he's stupid for letting it go.

Matt, your car is so god damn sexy, and I want it badly. Yep.

Tomorrow is tennis indoors, I think Peter will be giving me the gift of a garbage bag filled with practice balls. Yay! He knows how much money we get from Bunnell for our team.. (beh).. so he is being generous. That guy is awesome.

No more babbling for now, I'll write more later most likely. I should have something worthwhile to read at some point in the near future. I promise. Yep. A lot. And that is two words, not one, god dammit. Sweet dreams. ;)

For some reason, the song, "Play Crack The Sky" by Brand New just came on, and it made me want to write. Go figure.

It is currently 3:06 AM and I am currently not in bed. I keep playing Tony Hawk Underground because I'm a loser and my brother rented it for me. It's ridiculously addicting. Ask Baxy, we played for a good 5 hours straight, over and over, listening to Sublime, because we can. Yup.

"Your tongue is a rudder, steers the whole ship." Wowzers. That song...

Friday was the poker tournament. I did a lot better than I expected to do, which was to be the first one out. I actually made it to the top 8 or something like that and broke even. Scotty Tool ended up winning the whole thing, because he's amazing like that. I figured he'd enjoy reading that one, haha.

I finally met my neighbor at the end of the street. It only took like, 2 years to get to know the kid. Makes me feel like an asshole because he's actually a really interesting and talented guy. But I mean, poker brings people together, aww. No.

Today I woke up very late, came home, showered very late, and ended up being kidnapped by Rachel, Lauren, and Emily. They brought me to Oddfellows, where I plan on never going to ever again unless I have a legitimate reason to. WAY too many creepy people there, as well as fat chicks in camis, weird people in tight clothing, ugly chain congo lines, crazy 45 year old heroin addicts that think they are a dog and attack other people (!!!), 9 year old cigarette smokers, etc, etc. Three Years Accident Free was actually really awesome, good job guys! Got to meet Matt, which went very good, as well. Hung out with the protege, the armadillo, ones mentioned, some various wrestlers, ex-ALPies, and so on. Drove around to get frozen delights (mmm frozen delights) and then came home.

Mike is home (finally!) so I hope I'll be able to see him tomorrow at some point. I want to play tennis as well, but I don't know when I'll have the time. Perhaps if I clump everything into one at one specific location? Possibly? Nah..

But that's it.. I really need some sleep, because I am completely burnt out. My previous entry roused a lot of interest, but, like I said, unless you are the person that was directed to, don't worry about it. I think that's semi-resolved, maybe, if I'm lucky. Who knows. To tell you the truth, I'm extremely confused about the whole entire situation, because I haven't really had the chance to talk to them about it. We'll see. "Your Own Disaster" just came on. How very appropriate. =
Bed now, ta ta.

"Your Own Disaster" - Taking Back Sunday

Just think of this and me
as just a few of the many things
to lie around, to clutter up your shelves.

And I wish you weren't worth the wait
cos there's some things I'd like to say to you.

And I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Cos I don't think that you know what you've been missing.

And I dare you to forget the marks you left across my neck
from those nights when we were both found at our best..
Now I could make this obvious, and you,
you could deny me all in one breath.
You could shrug me off your shoulders.

And I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Cos I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
And I don't think that you know, said I don't think that you know,
Said I don't think that you know what you've been missing.

Hey lush, have fun.
It's the weekend.

(No I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
No, I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
Oh, I don't think that you know what you've been missing.
No I don't think that you know what you've been missing.)

JUST FORGET ME!!
It's that simple.