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Name: Stacie
Birthday: 1/9/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: well, id have to say that im pretty darn interested in my man, brian scalls. but also, kristin and katie and others rank pretty high up there. taking ap euro history ranks pretty darn high up there too. not. then there's always playing with play dough. that always gives me a laugh and a real good time too.
Expertise: ''reading'', watching tv, tying my shoes, having firetrucks drive near me all the time, working as a secret agent women, shopping at target and spending money, oooh, and buying clothes. yay.
Message: message me
AIM:  cookielady579
Member Since:
7/8/2005
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| im back from the beach people. just wanted to let everyone know. yay. now its back to reality with working. joy. | | |
| This is the trouble Brian went through in his dilemma in trying to ask me out or even what my name was. Charlie Brown is my new hero. Here it is:
You're A Good Man Charlie Brown
written by Clark Gesner, from the comic strip by Charles Schultz
Charlie Brown: I think lunchtime is about the worst time of day for me. Always having to sit here alone. Of course, sometimes, mornings aren't so pleasant either. Waking up and wondering if anyone would really miss me if I never got out of bed. Then there's the night, too. Lying there and thinking about all the stupid things I've done during the day. And all those hours in between when I do all those stupid things. Well, lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. Well, I guess I'd better see what I've got. Peanut butter. Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely...I guess they're right. And when you're really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. There's that cute little red-headed girl eating her lunch over there. I wonder what she would do if I went over and asked her if I could sit and have lunch with her?...She'd probably laugh right in my face...it's hard on a face when it gets laughed in. There's an empty place next to her on the bench. There's no reason why I couldn't just go over and sit there. I could do that right now. All I have to do is stand up...I'm standing up!...I'm sitting down. I'm a coward. I'm so much of a coward, she wouldn't even think of looking at me. She hardly ever does look at me. In fact, I can't remember her ever looking at me. Why shouldn't she look at me? Is there any reason in the world why she shouldn't look at me? Is she so great, and I'm so small, that she can't spare one little moment?...SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! (he puts his lunchbag over his head.) ...Lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. If that little red-headed girl is looking at me with this stupid bag over my head she must think I'm the biggest fool alive. But, if she isn't looking at me, then maybe I could take it off quickly and she'd never notice it. On the other hand...I can't tell if she's looking, until I take it off! Then again, if I never take it off I'll never have to know if she was looking or not. On the other hand...it's very hard to breathe in here. (he removes his sack) Whew! She's not looking at me! I wonder why she never looks at me? Oh well, another lunch hour over with...only 2,863 to go. | | |
| to brooke: i know youre going to be soooo sad when you hear this news, but i hate to make your heart break and make you sob all night long. yup, i can feel your pain and hear you tears as i type this. its sooo sad, but i have to tell you, im not going to leadership school this summer. yup, cry away my dear.
ok, enough of that. i am so gosh darn excited about prom, people. melting pot, crazy good, i cant wait.
school, other than math, no problems at the moment.
thats all for now folks.
oh, just want to give a little shout out to my buddy sean clayton leary because i never seem to reach him on his cellular. so : hi clay!!!
another shout out to my cabbage boytoy because he's just cool like that and hes the only white kid i know who is getting, get this, CORN ROWS in two days. yikes.
and a third shout to you go hoarse (?sp?) to kristin alexis morrizle because her brother's birthday has passed and her brother is just that cool to get a whole cake from the cheesecake factory while we were shopping for jewelry.
ok im done now. bye!
---------oh, i wanted to show brian that i wrote about him during the summer so here is some i found...............
drank gatorade when i woke up at 5:30, sped to soccer practice at WRAL fields, got there at 5:56, i wasnt late, yay for my 80 in a 55 speed zone, worked on shooting, made the real fast decision to pull into lowes foods parking lot to buy peach icecream, because i had like this serious craving that started during chemistry class, and it was only $2.50, becasue it was buy one get one free, so yay for me, didnt see mr. scallion tho, oh well, drove home, and blasted country music with my windows and sun roof down, and STAY WITH ME CAME on, so i was singing at the top of my lungs, ha wonder what all the other people thought of my singing?
im so CHiCkENish!!!!!!!!!! argggg!!
i need help, just like kristin does. i almost asked him about ... you know...but i didnt, i couldnt because he had to take a certain someone to work so i didnt get the chance...but theres always tomorrow, if suzanne hasnt stolen the words from my mouth by then. argggggg......
the hunt needs to begin, it already has, i just need to continue on my prey....
then i found this also, written when i was frustrated:
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
indeed.
(because brian was being so dumb and never noticed me)
then i found this poem and its funny i wished for this and now i have it:
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I want a boy..........
who can wrestle with me & let me win.
who I can talk to about anything.
who laughs at my jokes.
a boy who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets.
who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.
who buys me 25 cent rings and sticky hands
who says i love you & means it
who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow
who calls unexpectantly at random times
who will have many inside jokes with me & remember each one
a boy who notices my haircuts
who realizes that boys say things but dont mean them.
who shows up at my games, slipping in the door
who I can go swimming with on hot days
who can tell me his problems & let me help
who will bring me seashells from the beach
who will let me beat him up when I get angry
who writes love letters to me but doesnt send them
who draws pictures & slips them gently in my locker slot
who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.
a boy with deep eyes that can see through faces into depths
who wears baseball hats & lets me wear his too
who gives me his t-shirt to change into & not expect to get it back
who knows my favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume, & the color of my toothbrush.
a boy who will shake my daddys hand & look my mother in the eye
who will call me by my full name, first, middle, & last.
a boy who will kiss me
and tell me Im pretty
who will let me cry to him
who surprises me
and plays with my hair
who knows when I have a math test
or when I fail one.
a boy who smells like he just stepped out of the shower
who wears cologne that I can subtly smell when leaning on his shoulder
who tells me I have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room and simply be mine to hold | ok, now im done done for real. | | |
| ap exams are over for me.
the month of april is over for me.
six month anniversary has past.
25 days or so left of school.
spring break is over. darn.
prom coming up quickly.
military ball following.
tanning is in the process.
dress shopping is over.
shoe shopping still continues.
hair appointment booked.
nails--no problem.
make-up: big problem.
boutaneer(?)--i have no idea what im doing.
excited? heck yes.
melting pot, oh man.
clay coming, hoorah.
ZULU is a winner....
im so tired and i still need to call my boy toy (as kam would say)
im hungry and want chinese.
i have no more cramps.
im getting pimples.
my eyelids are peeling (very strange.....)
im done typing now.
goodnight everyone.
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| okkkkkkkkkkayyyyyyyy
i didnt go to school today, i was sick. im still sick. i really want an oreo smoothie--the kind they have at my cookie hell chamber. theres vanilla icecream mix, ice and 2 cookies of your choice. i hope i get to eat one tonight, im going to try to make my own.
im tired.
i took of my nails last night, and it took me two hours.
know whats ''so homosexual''? you have to be 18 to run and stuff in that new work out room at sanderskizzle. i got real mad when i went and found that out yesterday. i had to go run outside instead and its def too cold to do that. ok.
im out. i dont know what else to say except i have a bad bad headache. | | |
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