Daily Archives: August 30, 2010

What the Hell!?!

Apparantly, “What the Hell!?!” means “What the Hell does “What the Hell!?!” mean?”  Cuz I don’t remember.  Who knows if it was real.  I was kinda outta it this morning.  I sent a friend who just moved a three-message long text that can, basically, be summed up like this:

  1. Sorry I made out with your girlfriend in a dream I had two nights ago.
  2. Thank you for getting my stuff back from those douche bags that stole it from my car… in the dream I had last night.
  3. Sorrry we didn’t hang out more in the summer.
  4. (And this came about three hours after the previous three) And sorry I was friggin’ crazy earlier.

Here is a summed up (though not really much shorter) version of his responses:

  1. You have good taste.  Keep it in dreamland.
  2. You’re welcome.
  3. We got the future, man.
  4. No problem, I was rolling on the floor laughing.

Awesomeness.  I like my friends and junk.

Me Encanta la Lluvia!

if you tell the truth when people ask if you’re okay, raise your hand. i noticed today in spanish there are several kids who look like they’re on the brink of losing it, i know this feeling because i’ve been there, and when señora asked them how they were feeling, they said “bien” just like the rest of the robots. I know for a fact i’ve done this too many times to count, but it drives me nuts that they can’t reach out for help. this year at school feels so different. i used to know almost every person walking through the halls, now i’m lucky if i get to say hi to one person in between classes. it’s pathetic. this year isn’t really a good time for me to not have people around.

yeah, that's me, essentially standing on the edge of a cliff. one of my favorite pictures.

please comment, if anyone reads this besides my fellow bloggers, who are also welcome to comment… and tell me what i should rant about next.

Love, Kelci.

I Hate Rain

This is a quick one.  I actually don’t hate rain, but it’s just because I work today.  And, unlike when it storms, my bosses don’t care about the rain and give me things to do.  But there are absolutely, one-hundred percent, undeniably no friggin’ customers in the store when it rains.  Sooo I don’t get to help people like I like doing (actually, love doing.  I absolutely love retail.)  And that sucks.

Also, a preview for tomorrow’s post (or maybe tonight’s, I dunno, I’m just a baby!): What The Hell!?!  Figure that one out, baby birds.  And don’t worry, I shall feed you soon, my hatchlings.  I shall feed you soon.