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Like a nervous heart that is crazy beating.
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im caitlin, an average teenager who likes to live my life. i'm 14.5 years old, and i believe in god. no, i'm not crazy, i'm just faithful. i love music, and i'm a proud fan of rihanna, christina aguilera, panic! at the disco, the red jumpsuit apparatus and more. i love to meet new people, so shout out at my tagboard and i'll be glad to talk to you. Name: Caitlin Age: 14 Orientation: Straight Gender: Female Birthday: May 27th Zodiac Sign: Gemini Languages: English Location: Australia Education: High School Student, Grade 9. Ethnicity: Caucasian/White Job: Babysitting Television: Scrubs, Friends, Two and a half men, So You Think You Can Dance, The Biggest Loser, The Simpsons Movies: Anything with Jim Carey, Jennifer Aniston, Ashley Tisdale etc. Music: Ashley Tisdale, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Rihanna, Eisley, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, The Veronicas, Chris Brown, Shiny Toy Guns, Britney Spears |
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008 @6:45 PM
project gtfoh.
incase you're not mentally special like i am, you wouldn't have a clue what "project gtfoh" is. well, it's basically "project get the fuck over him" excuse my language. because, as the title is bland and to the point, it means that i want to get over him. and i do, trust me. i will be 'eschewing' him with a firm hand. if you don't know what that means, look it up. *smiles 'attractively' to no one in particular. * so, how do i plan to do this? simple pimple. i try to think of different things all the time, or maybe i could plant a bomb in his house? no, i'm not being serious. or am i? anyway. how do normal girls (i'm far from normal) usually get over guys they REALLY like and talk to them all the time? that, my apprentices, is the question. on a completely different topic, the school disco is coming up on friday. two days away! and of course, me and my gang will be fully dressed for a good old time out. of course, i will be wearing my new and quite expensive black skinny jeans. *round of applause* i have to hope that no one will ask me to do the splits in them, the most i could manage in them is maybe the macarena, which my lovely baby girl, angelica, will ask me to dance to ironic applause. then we will do synchronized macarena moves. the crowd will go off! *cough, cough* the last disco that i went to, which was in may, was better than the last. if you understand where i'm going. anyway, the night was ruined by a case of me looking at him (yes, the same HIM as before) looking miserable because of another girl. which made me upset, too. maybe i should show you the post that went with it? mind you, this was quoted in may, the 8th. My school had a disco yesturday, or should I say last night. It was great. Dancing with my friends was probably the best thing ever for me. But I couldn't take my eyes off this one spot, the whole night. It must've looked pretty weird because as I was dancing I was looking to my left for ages. I don't know what made me look there, my naughty head just kept turning, and I think my friends noticed this. What's the deal with love? Is it supposed to be a nice experience? When the night was almost over, a sight broke my heart. A tear that probably would never be repaired. This happened in year 7 as well. Again and again, is something wrong with me? One dance, that's all I wish for. One chance at being asked to dance by the opposite sex. But no. Is it the cliques holding us back? Is it the fact that, even if people are really nice, guys just want a good looking girl? What happened to the decent men, the ones who wouldn't care about looks, or care about if the girl is popular or not. The fact that I was distracted by this one spot all night made me have less fun than I would've if the spot wasn't there. The one night I was looking forward to all year, had to end up in a mess. so you see, my world quite literally revolved around him. at least in the period of 5 months i have learnt better of it. |
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always golden in the sky. shouts
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