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[ June 19th, 2006 | 11:59pm ] |
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Prisoners Of the Summer Fling
I gave into this temperament
I gave it a shot and I followed it home.
And followed it home.
I felt a tingle in my spine.
I felt it just as you walked by.
And I dare not let it go.
Father says I shouldn’t dream
Cause dreams get left behind
In the stream
Or was it the creek?
Oh hell, I really can’t remember
And summer doesn’t seem that far away
When I’m lying next to you in the winter
Cause your heart is warmer
Than any beach beside any given shore
I’m flying kites on Wednesday mornings
Just to see if I can catch
The breath of fresh air
That you gave me yesterday
There’s a simple message here
Saying come on curious George
Grab a hold of this kite and
Let’s fly away.
Tell me Mr. Perfect Person
How long have you been this way?
Cause I’ve been Mrs. Wrong
All my life.
So put up the graffiti I’m in love
Watch it as the painted trains pass by
Picnic in the secret place
Wave the flies out of my face
Kiss me til my parents find out.
That we’re actually alive.
Everyone is chasing rainbows
Looking for a pot of gold
Well they just might be all on pot because
Nothing is golden.
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Myspace... that's all I do now. Curse you!
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| Wurd Big Burd |
[ June 13th, 2006 | 1:54pm ] |
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Summer=Boredom=This Genius Ryhme
See, I was chillen like a villen down on Sesame Street/ When Big Bird came over and stepped on my feet/ I was like, "hold up chick, I know yo colored yellow"/ Then he sang a stupid song about purple and green jello/ This bird was wack/ More wack that my momma/ Then came the elephant that kinda looks like a llama/ Snuffle-somthin was his name and he was lookin for trouble/ I got out da cell phone, dialin 9 1 double/ When the Blue and Whites came I told what happened to me/ They said, "Aint nothin bad happen up here on Sesame Street!"/ I was locked up in da jail house til Mr. Roger's paid my bail/ He said, "In my neighborhood, no one goes to jail."/ This cat was so white, but I didn't know what to do/ So I let him take me beack to my crib/ And I swear that ryhme was true/
I encourage everyone to explore thier poetic sides like I have... I would also like to view the results. Thank you.
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| Congrats! |
[ June 12th, 2006 | 9:48am ] |
Congradulations all you Dakotians. Ha.
Wish I could have been there... bet it was amazing.
Welcome to the world of... not-much-different-than-the-world-before.
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| Her skin is Cinnamon! |
[ May 30th, 2006 | 5:06pm ] |
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New and old pics up on my other site. www.xanga.com/technicallywrong
Go check em out peeps. My other Prom pics and graduation pics will be up later. Sorry it's taken so long.
Can't wait to see you guys in July. I'm super pumped. No doubt.
Lata playas- Kari
"And I'm leaning on a broken fence between past and present tense." - The Weakerthans.
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| Isle 9. Left side. I see you and I walk on by. |
[ May 21st, 2006 | 1:11pm ] |
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Wow. Haven't updated in a while. I'm glad that I'm not a web-aholic anymore though. Prepares me for college and the need to actually sit down and have chill time every once in a while. I'll be posting some Prom pics on my website later on. www.xanga.com/technicallywrong ... so check em out wurd.
Graduating in like 5 days. No joke. It's a trip and I'm super stoked. Aight. Later guys.
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| And it calls me on and on... |
[ April 27th, 2006 | 11:18pm ] |
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Ahead of time, I apologize for the random sentences that don't really go together.
Ok... I finally got muh Senior Pics done. They're pretty tiz-ite.If you wanna take a glance, go to:
www.xanga.com/technicallywrong.Nic, lemme know which ones you want.Cuz you're def. getting some.Wurd.
Probably coming to Mac. in July. I'm excited. See you guys soon.Just watched the Aviator. Good movie.Howard Hughes... what a nutjob.Now... I am actually stressing about Prom.Guess that means I'm normal now.No I'm not. To my favorite person in the world who never really reads this... if you happen to... I'm super siked to hang out b4 we have to go on with the rest of our lives.
Aight. Kari Jones is out.
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| Wouldn't you agree running only slows you down? |
[ April 13th, 2006 | 2:56pm ] |
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Amazing. Completely amazing how fast this all subsides into a pigment of my young and adolescent imagination. Sometimes I just want to climb up on the roof, look at the stars, and jump off onto the grounds. I'm not talking suicide here. I'm talking about ending just ONE THING on a good note. On a great note.The stars were great last night. They were so great that I was so close. Simplicity. Twinkle twinkle far and far away. Senior year... in my mind, is just another star in the sky.
I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. A couple of days ago, I had a few hours to myself, so I went to the park with my basketball weet cut off sleeves. I talked to God for about an hour and 34 minutes. With each lay-up and jump shot, I just lashed out on all the crap that I needed to deal with for so long. I feel sorry for the little kids running away to the playground. Sorry kiddos, but it's always better to yell at some open space than the face of a person that you still really care about. I explained about how freakin tired I was. At one point in the conversation (mono-sation), I said, "Give me LIFEQuill! Let me sleep of the rest of this crap!" I immediatley laughed after saying so.
A couple of Jr. High kids came up and we played a couple of rounds. I dominated! No doubt. Now I feel much better. Life seems more meaningful knowing that a little spiritual and physical one-on-one can really do me some good.
I also got this new C.d. by Missy Higgins. She actually really "suave". I like it.
"I've hardly been outside my room in days.
Cos I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
When you're young, you have this image of your life.
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
You make boundaries you never dream to cross.
And if you happen to, you wake completley lost."
- Missy Higgins: The Special Two
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| We didn't do much wrong.. but ran away just for the laughs. |
[ April 5th, 2006 | 9:40pm ] |
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"Have you been drinking son?
You don't look old enough to me.
I'm sorry officer,
Is there a certain age you're supposed to be?
Cause nobody told me."
I'm on the brink of something big.
So I won't blink.
I am super stoked right now.
More details to come.
I love life and every living thing.
Prom... Summer... Salmon...T.E.D.S...
If I blink, I'll miss it.
So I won't blink.
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| My Lemon Love. Sour. |
[ March 27th, 2006 | 9:47pm ] |
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"I don't wanna be the girl,
Be that girl that you forget about
I just wanna be a song
That you can sing longer than just right now." - Ashlyn
Good Morning Stranger
Everyone's waiting to see anyone and most people have never met until tonight. Scandalous cocktail dresses and high heels flicker underneath the street lights as women anxiously wait to get in. Nearby, eligible and not-so-eligible bachleors in dark button-up shirts flash thier money clips, intriguing the female onlookers. Away they go into the night-light party scene that we call, "clubbing". So the song plays on and the heart's pace intensifies while anxious bodies long to shuffle across the dance floor underground. I request a couple of slow songs but the people dance and the music sways under disco lights and techno beats. The hardwood spins and the dresses twirl as the shirts unbutton and the heat rises high. You buy me a drink and lead me to the back and I indulge in another excursion. A night out on the town and into your apartment. 4:00 a.m. Not bad for a Saturday Night/Sunday Morning.
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| I like gloves |
[ March 25th, 2006 | 1:37am ] |
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What's wrong with being happy with just yourself?
Who said that a partnership had to be with a spouse or a boyfriend?
I want a pet, an apartment, and a cable bill.
That would be nice.
I am my worst enemy
And I am my best friend
And I have a life
Fighting to see
Which one I am today
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| He won't turn off the Ipod |
[ March 14th, 2006 | 11:12pm ] |
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I'm so tired of being tired.
Wishing that my eyes would stay open,
Long enough to see what it's like to be awake.
I thought I glanced at love once,
And then twice,
And then three strikes.
I'm out of here.
Oh well, I was a better spectator anyways.
I love you Michiganders.
And that's the game.
"Maybe this is as good as it gets."- Jack Nicholson.
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| To hear me out, you'll have to shut down your Ipod |
[ March 8th, 2006 | 2:48pm ] |
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"I'm just trying to matter"- June Carter
If I didn't put forth an effort, nothing would ever work out.
I think I'm really close to being ok with that though.
We wait by the phone and beg for a ring or a simple reminder that we belong.
I want him to make me beleive that being single isn't better than dating.
Blessed are those who beleive without seeing, but my gosh!
I would like to think that my faith in God should be way more defining than my faith in other relationships.
It seems that lately I have to make myself beleive that I actually matter.
I just hope that when it all comes down to it, I still beleive that I was in love in the first place.
I swore that I wouldn't get too attached. Now I beg myself to just let go and pretend not to care.
"Just remember what's right for me might be not right for you..."- The Rocket Summer
And now I disclose all those pictures of us
And now I cry just because...just because
I miss those friends that always made me feel better. You know who you are.
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| To answer your question: |
[ March 2nd, 2006 | 9:08am ] |
The fighting stopped when I closed my ears,
Tighter than he griped my arms.
Only then, did the fighting stop.
And I haven't heard him since.
I'm going to let my all-time fav. band, Bayside, help me out with expressing my thoughts today:
Some people just really tick me off.
"If I had a gun and shot it at your face, would you promise not to get out of the way?"
My ex-step-dad now has another woman.
"I hope one day you'll understand that a girl on your arm won't make you a man."
Kari Jones, you're not perfect.
"Here's a mirror to show just what you've become, and use your diary to think about where you went wrong."
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| Questioning Answers |
[ March 1st, 2006 | 9:03am ] |
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What is up world?
What is down sky?
Can I fly by your window?
Or is it far too big to even recognize me?
How many times can I pray to God?
How may times can He say no?
If I'm against procrastination, is it anti-crastination?
If I scream loud enough, can my voice be heard in the White House?
Will I ever have enough friends to keep me satisfied?
Will I ever be good enough to lay down beside him forever?
Can I say that I don't love?
Can I even say I won't?
Am I vulnerable to chick-flicks and romantic comedies?
Why do I cry when people are proposed to?
Why do they cry?
Do they know that it won't last?
Why did dad tell mom, when he knew she didn't mind?
Why does guilt over-ride forgiveness?
Why did he say he was sorry?
Why did I say, "that's ok."
When will I finally forget?
When will December go away?
Post a random question that you might have, or an answer to one of mine.
-Kari
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| Please read and render it's reverance |
[ February 23rd, 2006 | 2:06pm ] |
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I had a pretty "o.k" day today, I got bored and wrote this:
Can you paint a rainbow the color of polyester? No… you can’t. However, you can very well design a pair of polyester pants, containing the colors of the rainbow. The colors of the rainbow then seem too chipper and charming to possibly be confined to these polyester pants of yours, so you change the colors to brown and tan… the original.
WELL SCREW THE ORIGINAL! It’s not original at all, if you’re asking me. The polyester would never be upset if you just… changed the color of it for, shall we say, a year... because that’s how long they’ll last in your wardrobe anyways. What gives, you say? What gives polyester the typical dull and “old-man-retired-on-a-golf-course” stereotype? Since when has polyester smelled like starched paper? What gives, I say? Why can’t we paint a rainbow the color of polyester? Why does polyester have to have a specific color in which we plan to paint? Texture and passion… colors at their best. That’s the polyester I know and love.
The mailman wears blue polyester pants. Now that’s pushing it! How dare he step over the boundaries and rob polyester of its original colors? The Golden Girls wore polyester and defined the true passion that I speak of, screaming YELLOW and PINK and, dare I say it, LAVENDER! Hats off to Rose, Blanche, and Dorthy, who for many years, sported and bedazzled millions of viewers and educated us on the trick of the trade with their conventional fashion. Praise be held to the goddesses of fashion. I am forever indebted.
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[ February 22nd, 2006 | 9:42am ] |
I love Nicole.
That's all I'm saying.
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ATTENTION!
I am not on Mid-Winter Break.
But I would love to chat with you after 4:00 your time.
I wrote a poem. It's been awhile.
Sounds Part II
In my own backyard
There are family barbeques in the afternoon
With sizzling steaks
And sizzling burgers
And we can't get a word in edgewise.
In our own back yard
There are elephants in the white house
Louder and Louder with their political platforms
Pounding and Petitioning
More power, more power
No we can't get a word in edgewise.
Here comes a stampede of men in the yellow hats
And we're all curious to see what they have to say.
"Make something original, instead of just sounds.
Say something that we haven't all heard until now."
But instead...
We listen to cliches and
Cheesy pick-up lines
"Do you believe in love at first sight,
Or should I walk by again?"
COnfusing sounds of love with
Temporary and lustful clatter.
Bill Cosby said it all
When kids said the darndest things
Banging pots and pans
Even in adulthood
We're just making sounds
Everyone wants to be heard
Yet we can't get a word in edgewise
So there you have it
It's lame, I know...
but I'd still like comments and critiques.
Hope your Mid-winter Break (that I'm not on right now) is Grand!
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| Just had to put it down in black and white... |
[ February 15th, 2006 | 9:50am ] |
Can I possibly say this without being gay?
Nah. I love him. Seriously.
He wrote me a two page letter for V-Day and it's oh so sweet.
And I quote, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Even more than Sean Connery."
Just the fact that he mentioned 007 makes me smile 100 times over.
Can't wait til we go thrifting today!
I'll be thinking about Nic and Barb and Natasha fo sho.
Happy Birthday to K-dub yesterday?
I mean, I think it was her b-day.
IDK.
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| V is very very extra- ordinary. |
[ February 14th, 2006 | 9:04am ] |
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Happy Valentine's Day to you all.
I love each and every single one of you.
So Hershey's and Skittles to you Michiganders,
Followed by a huge amount of GOOD assorted chocolates.
Someone came up to me today and said "Happy VD!"
I was immediatley disgusted.
V-Day people. VD is something completley different.
Rednecks. Ahhhh. Rednecks.
I will not apologize for the previous entry, however, I will give my appreciation to that one response. Please know that it wasn't directed to only you and I didn't mean to single you out. It made me smile to see your name on my phone:)
Jenny Bekes has inspired me to wake up at 6 every morning.
Gotta love it.
MacDonalds.
Today is Sean's last game and I wonder how tonight will go.
I hope he doesn't get me a cheesy card.
I really dislike cheesy cards.
When it comes to us.
Peas out- Me
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| Now that I'm grown... |
[ February 10th, 2006 | 9:38am ] |
Not to be harsh or anything, but I'm not sending out another letter.
But I doubt that you're expecting one anyways.
I guess these online journals are our only means of communication because obviously the phone is out of the question.
Again... not to be harsh.
I know it's unlikely for me to be harsh.
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| Always up or down.... |
[ February 8th, 2006 | 10:31am ] |
"Now that I'm grown I've seen marriages fall to pieces.
Now that I'm grown I've seen friendships fall to pieces.
Weekend warriors and our best friends.
The writers weren't kidding about how all good things must end.
Then again somethings, then again somethings are far to good,
Somethings are far to good, to go when you let go."
-The Academy Is...
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| I would still die for you... |
[ February 6th, 2006 | 9:43am ] |
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Parker's o.k. I guess. It's really hard to see her so helpless.
Thanks to all of you who prayed and thought about her.
I have a boyfriend and his name is Sean.
(Not Connery)
Life gets easier and easier by the second.
I miss Karley and Jenny.
A lot.
I'm going to wear red to prom.
I'm going to eat tuna fish and pickles for lunch... and pudding.
I'm going to kiss him again on Wednesday.
Now that I'm being honest...
Nevermind
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| I'll pray for the first time in ages |
[ February 1st, 2006 | 9:29am ] |
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Sometimes I wonder how subtle you can be
It's never too late to speak up
I know it's not love, but it's something in between
I refuse to be lonely. It's too lonely for us
The moments were sound, but I heard all the noise
Cause I'm screaming inside just to touch you
It's never too late to just speak up.Just speak
Just say it, please, say it! But let it be true
I swear... I won't be offended.
I swear I swear and I swear.
Parker's surgery is today. I'm hoping for an outcome. I'm hoping that it's good.
She's far too little for something this big.
"Don't fall asleep yet. We haven't found the cure, for what you have.
Keep one eye open. Keep one eye open. Baby."
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| I'd like to think that this was fate... |
[ January 24th, 2006 | 9:10am ] |
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Valentine's Day's coming up and I think I'll have something to celebrate this year.
I mean, I don't love him yet, but I think we're getting that way.
He held my hand through Hostile. That was a sick movie... but I didn't mind.
I need to stop grinning.
Nah. I'll smile on this one awhile.
"I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!"
-Elizabeth Akers Allen
When is snowcoming for you guys? I want to hear all about it!
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