Okay, so how retarded is THIS. I go out to my Grandma's for Thanksgiving (we had to stay there from Wednesday to Sunday night LATE, thank you very much. Not only are there about a thousand disgusting cousins running around with gravy on them, but there was a computer WITH WINDOWS. I could have totally checked my guestbook and updated my webpage and told everyone who won the contest WHEN THEY DID, but the second I got on the web, guess who was all up on my bone? My stupid fucking dad!
Okay, so the winner is... you guessed it... LUKE!!! I think overall Saxon got more votes, but I was really into the amount of internet access Luke could offer. Plus, I got about a million letters from him all week about how much he wanted to win. So he wins!!! I have arranged it with him and I will be moving in before the week is done. HOORAY FOR US. Anyway, watch closely to see how my last few days of hell go, before the beautiful running away day! That sort of rhymed!
Love,
Ke-Ri
Dec. 3, 2002
The countdown begins!!!! I spent all night last night talking to Luke on my cell phone. He is so smart about computers! he told me could help me make website with Flash animation and also, when people sign on a song would play that they could listen to if they wanted. He also said I could pick any song i wanted.
School was super awkward yesterday. I don't think school could be any weirder or sadder than it is now. I cannot tell you how incredibly siked I am to leave it once and for all on Thursday (the date that is decided with Luke.) Gina Connor who was my friend about a year and a half ago (in English class) came up to me and asked me what my goddamn problem was and why was I acting so crazy. I first told her I didn't know what she meant, but then she started on it again so I told her to go to hell you bitch. And if you're reading this, Gina, I mean it.
I wrote a poem about Luke. I thought I'd finish my entry for today with it for all my friends out there. Hey, Luke!! Here's the poem!! Bye, everyone else!
Love, Ke-Ri
You are so amazing
You say words to me
And I can't even believe
They're real.
When will you come take me
Away?
Please let it be now.
I love you.
Retarded Retarded Retarded!!! If my Dad knew I was taking off tomorrow PERMANENTLY I don't think he'd be going around like a crazy person saying the meanest and most terrible things to me. Maybe he'd take a second and thank me for being his daughter and being here the last eighteen years, and he wouldn't just be tarding out all over the place. Here is a list of just some of the things my Dad has said to me in the last week...
1. At Thanksgiving -- "Maybe you should sit next to Miranda. You could talk to her about your poetry." (Miranda doesn't like my poetry and never wants to read it.
2. Also at Thanksgiving -- "Get off that goddamn computer. You are disrespecting your Grandmother." (Like she even cares I'm alive)
3. "If you don't get your act together young lady there is no f*cking way I'm sending you to college." (Dad you are an IDIOT)
4. "You are just like your Mother." (Fuck you Dad seriously never ever say that to me again)
-Ke-Ri
Dec. 5, 2002
THE SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN, EVERYBODY!!! I really didn't think it would be this crazy, but I swear to christ, it has hit the fan BIGTIME. I don't know if I can even fit it all in today, but I sure will try.
Okay, so I stayed up all night last night getting my stuff together. It was tough because every ten minutes my Dad would stick his head in and ask if everything was ok. So I said leave me alone I'm fine, and I would try to look like I wasn't packing (not that easy). Then MIRANDA stuck her head in and tried to make small talk (blah blah your poetry blah your sister's coming here blah Thanksgiving was nice wasn't it I'm a bitch kick me).
Finally, after they all went to bed, I went packing hardcore. I threw everything in boxes and duffel bags (I had moving boxes left over from last time). Finally, I had just about everything, and at 5 AM Luke (hello my darling) drove up and honked his horn. I ran out and loaded almost everything and then GUESS WHO WOKE UP?!! Not my dad but Miranda (fuck off) but she woke my dad up, then he ran out screaming so we had to drive and I left behind two bags and the box with all my old books in it and my dad was screaming that he had the license plate and he would call the POLICE!!! You know what I DID? I FLIPPED HIM THE BIG FAT BIRDIE (the middle finger).
So now I am at Lukes, and even though we are worried about the police busting the door it is AWESOME. I will try to put pictures of his apartment online tomorrow. I am having a lot of fun (he has so many DVDs) and his roommate Trevor is incredibly nice about this whole thing.
So DAD IF YOU'RE READING THIS GO TO HELL AND STOP CALLING MY CELL PHONE. LUKE DID NOT KIDNAP ME HE IS MY HUSBAND AND WE ARE FINE NOW SO JUST LEAVE ME (us) ALONE FOR GOOD. I WILL SEE YOU AT XMAS. AND WHEN JENNY COMES FROM ALASKA, SHE CAN HAVE MY FUCKING ROOM!!!!!!
Love, (except Dad and Miranda)
Ke-Ri!!!!
PS- Happy Happy at Last!
Dec. 6, 2002
Things are still going SWIMMINGLY at Luke's. I slept on the couch last night and saw a movie called "Princess Mononoke" I don't know if you like kids movies, but if you do this is an excellent one. Luke and Trevor know a bunch about different cartoons from Japan. They both say hi to everybody! They made me hot chocolate last night and served it to me. Isn't that crazy and nice?! HI GUYS. Here are some pictures of their apartment, taken with Luke's camera (digital thank you very much)
I have to go now. Luke is going to teach me to play Jet Grind Radio and we are going to have a tournament (boys against girls (like I even have a chance these guys are so hardcore)) Then exercise for me, and at last to sleep. Hugs and kisses everyone!!! I WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE!!! SEE YOU MONDAY!!
Love
Ke-Ri