hey, fuck you :D

Have you ever lied to a teacher to get out of a deadline?
I don't believe so... "But sir! It's Quidditch tomorrow!!" <<< is what i really want to say in my history class.

Do you play an instrument?
I can play the beginning of two songs on the piano haha. some old classical song and the intro to welcome to the black parade haa

What's your occupation?
no tengo un trabajador!!
care to help me out? i do help out at windsor dance though.

What's really creepy?
Naomi's previous answer. And Drew Carrey. And Lubert's wart. And Anthony Reyes. And my two identical birthmarks on side of my vagina

Who's your celebrity crush?
JENSENE ACKLES OH MY GOD *JIZZES*
I had the CRAZIEST dream about him. And sex with him. But yea the location and circumstances?? wtf. I mean my mom was putting langerie on racks in a dilapidated building and me and Smeckles were in the other room doing illegal things. 

What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Fandom would be Supernatural but I'm also currently getting into Doctor Who and Torchwood. I will always be orgasming over Skins.

What are you listening to right now?
My Leftovers by Porcelain and the Tramps

What are you most excited for?
Woodstock with Becky!!! :D

What websites do you always visit when you go online?
Facebook. I'm obsessed!!!!!!!!!

What was the last thing you bought?
raspberry hocho at starbucks!!! yum

What was the funniest thing you've seen today?
Seen?? I do not recall... Heard? "Oranjizz" okay so I made that one up. "Nose" I don't even know why we were laughing but i felt like i bonded.

Does the weather affect your mood?
I NEED SUNLIGHT TO GROW LIKE A FLOWER!!!

What is your zodiac sign?
Cancer *scuttle scuttle*

Do you want to learn another language?
I'm taking SPANISH!!! Cause I live in California!! Where it will actually be USEFUL! unlike some languages!! *COUGH*

What's one thing you love about your life right now?
the new experiences and people i meet everyday

Do you have any siblings?
WITTLEBROTHER

Who in the world do you aspire to be like?
MEEE

Do you have to pee?
Not at the moment... why would you ask me that you pervy survey!

Say something to the person who tagged you:
NOMI!!! ORANJIZZ!!! I MADE IT EVEN BETTER

I'm listening to love songs, but I'm not smiling and thinking of you,
I'm just pretending not to care, because you can't get hurt when you're indifferent.
And I see love around every corner but I'm afraid I'm not allowed to feel it.
I'm just a stupid teenager.

But hey, my one true love, is life. I'll never forget it.

I don't need any man to take care of me, and I'll never take care of any man.
But that doesn't mean I can't love.
All these, "you's" in songs that I avoid,
and happy endings I envy.

I don't know who you are.
That's my only complaint.
And there will always be SOMETHING.

Hahahaha.
I hope you think I'm crazy. And you're trying to figure me out too.

Oy vey. Classes start up in less than forty eight hours but hey who's complainging? I'm psyched. Just wish I wasn't 12 hours outside town and didnt't have to make the drive back. Vegas will still be here when I'm fully legal. Unless the world ends. Which would suck cause I really wanted to play 21 while drinking vodka and lemonade with my jiggalo hubby. Anywho, I'm all ready for classes, not at all ready for that insane drive.
Much love from sin city,
K

i was an irresponsible lady today with ;)

read my 'ventures

( cut for illegal substances... still paranoid... shifty eyes... haha still on them.... shit... )

I'm dating the only-boy-who-has-ever-been-in-side-of-me's best friend. how do you think life's been? ^_^
they say shrooms are mind expanding. and they are. until you stop trippin.

I’m tossing some balloons around later
Just because I can
I’m painting with my fingers
Because you know that I can
As much as I’d like to sing
I can’t really bring a note to rhyme
Its fellows won’t go in a harmonious scheme
I don’t know which parts of myself the world needs to know
Bitterness tastes funnier than irony sometimes
I’m kind of a fucked up fucker fuck
Who cares, you know?
It’s all just for show, and tell me what you think
Tell me all about that scar, or the chip on that shoulder
You’re seeing red dude
Come down, at least you can see colors.
Try a nice, soft pink,
Like your baby’s pink fingers
They still got some pudginess to them
The kind I still got in mine
The kind that’s all rosy, in our cheeks
I was a daddy’s little girl once too ya know.
Dancing with my feet stacked on his
That sweet little time that’s all kinds of fine.
Someday, your girl will get all dolled up
She’ll be taken to the prom
With some lowlife boy on her arm
That’s all apart of growing up
And daddy, you just gotta let go
She’s gonna wander, she’s going to jump in head first
And you’re just gonna have to let her go
But don’t worry daddy,
Someday your little girl will come flying home
Maybe with a little girl of her own.
And you’ll be ready again,
I wouldn’t call it a dead end.
Because life moves on.
Daisies die and more grow to make more chains.

Hush now I need a break,
You interrupt my train of thought,
The rails are dented as it is,
I feel as if I am awake from a dream,
When you speak.
But I need a break, I need a sleep.
If you look at life from behind yourself
You’ll always be running in circles
You can’t ever catch your tail
The walls are tall, and I am small
And I can’t help but lay down and
watch the tiles on the floor
The ceiling asks to be watched more
But I need a break
No offense, but your trespassing
And I’m going to have to ask you to leave
My mind is closed for the time being
Here it is, that I wonder what it is that I love
I know all the who’s and where’s.
But what are the what’s that I love?
I’m so loony tunes, selfish, and failing,
I love to laugh. It’s always my preferred medicine.
Love is not a crime, but what if I love wrong?
What if I’m a forest and I don’t understand you?
There’s not enough answers in the world
To put my head back together
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And I wonder what would happen, if Jill was smart
Never came tumbling after.
We can fix this, I said, more wrongs will eventually make a right
It’s right if I feel like it is, isn’t that right?
I’ve never been better, or more confused,
But that’s okay. I don’t feel like I’m losing.
Drinking smoothies with my homies on a Sunday afternoon
The party’s at my house. We’re gonna throw down like it’s 1969.
We ain’t too good for the astronauts.
When the world ends, I’ll be watching movies in my jammies
With some kid from elementary school.
I make these memories out of gossamer threads of life
And I get yelled at. And people cry with me.
But I laugh. Because I love it. And I won’t ever stop.
Cause I’m just a super, normal, girl.

Nothing like dancing till you drop. Windsor Dance Recital, here here?
I'm sore as a buttfuck. And exhausted to boot.  I haven't even changed cause I'm sleeeepy. The front walkover really messes up my back. One more to go and then no more dancing for the rest of the summer. Well then again Andrea's quincenera so actually two more weeks of that.
my goal is to "camp" out in someone's backyard next week. Any ideas? Idk.

Mark Twain Riverboat Dancers.
Baseball Acrobats.
Singular Sensation.

Worde.

I loved seeing all the classes I'm an aide for.

Gold and Silver Pieces. (Remy's sister's in it.)
Grease Lightning.
Raggedy Ann. (Cutest fucking ballerinas. Clap hard for em.)

Tomorrow will be scarier cause all the dancers are going to actually watch. NO SHIT.

Yea night.

Gossip Girl Slash!!! :) So, the only stuff I've posted lately is Supernatural episode reactions. That's rather sad. So here we go... I wrote the first part for this story a while ago. About 5 months? Dear God, time really... flies. Scary! And I probably wrote this part just as long ago! But I fixed it up a lot just recently. Anyway, this is a sequel to You Should Put a Bell On which you can read here. The main pairing is Chuck/Dan, but I made a little random detour to Dan/Nate land in this part. I intend to finish this off with a third part as well! And since I'm on break hopefully I'll get that out a lot sooner!

Title: I Hunt With Scarves
Author: Moi, Kels. cherryoranges 
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: In this part, Nate/Dan. Chuck/Dan overall.
Summary: Dan relishes his new found power over the boys of St. Jude's. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
A/N: This takes place the day after part one. Also, I wrote this story after watching the funeral episode. I liked how heated Chuck got concerning Dan. And Dan and Nate were still on bad terms because  of Jenny and Vanessa. So I guess there's slight spoilers, but nothing recent.
Warnings: Unadulterated porn! Lack of condoms!!! Enjoy!!


( So what? You kill people now? )

The Season Finale "Lucifer Rizing" ( I love how the beginning had Lazarus Rising and the end was Lucifer Rising)

( Spoilins abound )</div>( i missed some )

 

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Oh my God.
Sam!!! :'(

( Stuff I shouldn't say without a cut (aka spoilers) )

HOLY FUCKING JIZZ BALLS!!!!


And now, since the poetry slam's tomorrow, I thought I'd make this a combo post and post what I'm performing there. I had to write up a new poem on the spot this evening cause I was asked to make a lighter, happier, more inspirational poem since everybody else's are pretty much downers and mine was too. I did it lol, even though a lot of my creativity revolves around darker issues.. But i think it's alright. So. Yay. I'm pretty nervous about tomorrow but i did get to do a presentation today so I feel better about this. Anywho.

Do you read me?
The words written clearly across my face,
Crossed out with new words scribbled in their place.
Flip me over to turn the page,
Lift up an arm and a leg to see what’s written on the other side.
I’m so clearly marked up but you still don’t read the truthful
Commiseration polishing the lids of my eyes.
This is my announcement,
Tattooed from my pen to my tongue, I speak
With lingo that carries through bars on windows
To reach the ears of impending lullabies.
And the stars weep with vowels and consonants,
That shower down on me
Flowing together, overlapping until words are sentences are quotes
Of addressed knowledge
As wounds from venomous words are redressed,
Healing words begin to work their magic on each stitch in my skin.
I write on myself as a mirror of language
And focus so you can see my words without having to listen.
So many of us don’t really open our eyes after birth.
Our cultures stay closed off as we figure life out, as we learn
To be imprints of ghosts who sing to us with off-key voices.
The words wrap us up as children in their blanketing folds,
And I hand these words to you with one request that you think
Think about everyone you love,
Think about lazy summer days where we are lucky.
I thank life on my sleeves cause I know that luck isn’t just luck.
It’s a state of mind that you bring from the edges of reality
Into the center of desperation for meaning to be found
Anyone can speak their sound if they never let themselves down
You can think. So if you can think you can write.
And look at how beautiful our lives are.
Beautifully broken and I’m thankful for it.
We take for granted the taste of fresh air.
And sunlight. Because we aren’t buried in a dark, abysmal cave.
When we speak people listen and we echo each other to spread the message.
It’s not that we can’t think for ourselves,
It’s that we are eager for the message to be passed from colossal hand
To small, pudgy fingers, and so on from race to religion
I want to scream, not from anger or from despair
But because I want to.
Everyone should be able to want to.
Everyone should be able to take off the layers and layers of mind-blocking weights
That pad-lock our lips and numb our beliefs
And just let themselves scream.
From seeds to full blown trees we are words that grow more powerful
By each benediction of our pasts.
It’s time to stop treating objects as first loves and first loves as slaves.
It’s time to open our eyes and our ears and our hands to the poignancy
Of love as it seeps lightly into our state of being.
My ears are ringing with the love I have for this life
And with all the heels over head and laughing as I trip,
I’m okay with every thing I face
And I want you to scream if you need to
Because while everyday might hurt more than the next,
I promise, one word and you’ll feel better.
Any word that tentatively touches your trepidation with triumph.
One word that squashes all inhibitions you have about emotion.
Tears are no more a sign of weakness than objects of affection.
Because who you love says nothing about you until you do.
I’m powerless to life so I love it, submit to its whims without fighting it.
But I can still shout at it whenever I want.
I can scream. Because I still want to.
The more I scream the more I get the urge to pour out everything I’ve ever felt.
The more words I speak the more I want to share myself.
And I want you to share yourself too,
Because I’ll take some of you with me wherever I go,
Your words left behind, will be imprints of the you I know,
And I’ll remember and I’ll reminisce and I’ll be so nostalgic I cry,
But the matter of each word you spoke will be threaded around my toes.
And no matter how much I let beasts trample on my feet,
Your words and mine will be my protection in armor that shines.
And forevermore after I go, I will still have my voice.
And without a choice I’ll write my own happy ending,
So I can dictate every detail of this everlasting, insatiable need
To voice what it means to be me.




Tell me what you think. It's kind of long because we're learning to expand. Or some nonsense. :)

Ignore me. Especially if you don't watch the show. This is basically to rant to myself about the latest episode titled "Jump the Shark"

( Under a cut cause I don't want to ruin anything for anyone accidentally )

My shirt is furry!
Last night was awesome.
Ridonkulously.
The concert was mucho great even though we were behind stupid tall people.
MUCH LOVE!
I do not have piccys but i will steal some from my friend.
I hate that my camera is broken.
I got a FoB tee and an All Time Low tee.
I need to change.
Cause the beavers furry. lalala
I go to shleep nao.
We met Zack Merrick the bassist from All Time Low.
He was really chill and mellow.
We talked about my friend's pants, got a pic and he signed my phone.
Ta!

I’m not the fucking person that I used to be
And these days, I don’t feel like I’m even me.
My existence feels like it was fucking cheated.
I know me well enough to know when I’m defeated.
Something about the stains on my white dress.
Makes me feel like I’m something even less.
And I ask too much for everyone to be impressed,
But I’m up against myself, the lines reading stressed.
And I’m losing a war against invisible stains.
Loss of innocence is my emotional drain.
I’m tired of making all these nothing apologies.
From a hundred different mouths of a hundred different me’s.
I’m tired of selling myself short.
I never ask when I’m wanting more.
The losers let me win the game,
And I know it well enough, to know that’s pretty lame.
What’s bitter is pity, I spit it out pretty,
My mouth tastes like chalk, I can’t even talk.
I know what I say will be wrong,
Locked up on my tongue, bloody hands being wrung,
Cause I am not me. I am not free. I’ve got things handed to me.
But I am not pleased. I am locked by my insecurity.
Clinging to a girl I never was.
If I tell you I’m not me, don’t believe it.
It’s just because
I don’t want you to see it.
That I lost my innocence long ago.
And there’s no way I’m getting it back, no way I’m letting go.
Yes, I’m me. But that doesn’t make me happy.

I kind of agreed to perform poetry at our town's Cultural Anatomy festival on Saturday. 
And I'm totally nervous!!! I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray again and it's how
Basil says he doesn't want to show his painting of Dorian because there is too much
of himself in it. (Though I expect he doesn't want to share Dorian in this intimate way
with anyone but himself.)

BUT ANYWHO. I put a lot of my heart into my poetry and if people think it's weird...
It'll suck. A lot. Even if they like it, i'll just be too... petrified at having showed so much...
to really appreciate or believe they liked it.

I'm going to be doing a lot of helping with the Gay-Straight Alliance and Poetry Club
at the Cultural Anatomy Festival. It's going to be way cool and fun, but eeee.
I'm scared. I'll probably run the poems by some trusted friends first. See what they think.
Wish me luck!!! I<3U

Okay that new episode of  Supernatural... AMAZING!!!!
Oh em gee. That kid Cole was adorable. XD
And Sam's a bad, bad boy.
My favorite lines were when they're walking around town and Sam almost runs into this girl but she goes right through him so Dean sticks his hand in Sam. And Sam's like "Dude. Get  out of me."
LOL
I<3SPN. I have a serious addiction.

Let me do this. Whether it turns out to be a mistake. Whether I get hurt.
Let me be impulsive and immature and lovestruck for him.
Let me scream I love you at the top of my lungs.
Let no one get hurt please.
Let me go after this chance. Another hundred chances.
Let me do what I cannot help. Don't judge me for loving him still.
Let me please.

Don't Stop Believing.