Hi guys, I'm Kaylee!
For a while I didn't quite understand what a blog meant and kind of turned all of this into riddles you had to answer. Well, today I am changing it. This is my blog, I write my stories and I say what I like. I've already told you about me, but I have a much more interesting life.
I have this adventure book, and what do you know, I put my adventures in it. It's fun, it's interesting, it's full of pictures and stories, and the cover is amazing. I didn't make the cover, but I found this journal with this sweet cover at Barnes and Noble and just had to use it for my adventure book. So I'm going to add on to that book every time I have a new adventure, and I might as well add it on my blog too. I don't want a boring what's-going-on-through-your-boring-life blog right? That is the exact reason why I have chosen to have an actual blog.
So I just had a birthday about 13 days ago and I'm now officially 15 years old. It drives me crazy to find the fact that I can't date until I'm sixteen, and I'm already planning out my dates. In fact there is this one guy I am tempted to date, but as I just told him *sigh*, I can't date him or any other cute boy until I'm 16.
I was super boy crazy in seventh grade, so if your laughing at me now, you didn't get to see me as a cute little sevvy with loads of energy and finding every boy cute. Every time my mom picked me up from school, she would laugh at how boy crazy I was. For I would tell her how I would rest my chin on my hand and sigh, spotting a cute boy across the room, then I would look at another boy and sigh, I told her almost every boy was cute. Cute, cute, cute , CUTE!!!!
I had this serious crush on this boy named Keaton, I loved him sooo much I told every girl and boy around about how much a liked him. That is something I regret, the rumor spread to him. So when 8th grade came along, he avoided me claiming that he doesn't like me, and so I avoided him back, strongly disliking him. I guess it makes sense why he wouldn't like me, for he's the football jock while I'm the science fiction geek with the square glasses and the (at that time) multicolored neon braces (though I don't have them anymore). We just don't fit together, and now I realize that 2 years later when I'm a Freshman.
You know, I could go on and on about cute boys and crushes and sorts, but I don't want to bore people to sleep. I can't even handle reading long posts, it drives me crazy. It's better to have it in little spurts so people can enjoy them better. So, that's my first short blog post of the day.
For a while I didn't quite understand what a blog meant and kind of turned all of this into riddles you had to answer. Well, today I am changing it. This is my blog, I write my stories and I say what I like. I've already told you about me, but I have a much more interesting life.
I have this adventure book, and what do you know, I put my adventures in it. It's fun, it's interesting, it's full of pictures and stories, and the cover is amazing. I didn't make the cover, but I found this journal with this sweet cover at Barnes and Noble and just had to use it for my adventure book. So I'm going to add on to that book every time I have a new adventure, and I might as well add it on my blog too. I don't want a boring what's-going-on-through-your-boring-life blog right? That is the exact reason why I have chosen to have an actual blog.
So I just had a birthday about 13 days ago and I'm now officially 15 years old. It drives me crazy to find the fact that I can't date until I'm sixteen, and I'm already planning out my dates. In fact there is this one guy I am tempted to date, but as I just told him *sigh*, I can't date him or any other cute boy until I'm 16.
I was super boy crazy in seventh grade, so if your laughing at me now, you didn't get to see me as a cute little sevvy with loads of energy and finding every boy cute. Every time my mom picked me up from school, she would laugh at how boy crazy I was. For I would tell her how I would rest my chin on my hand and sigh, spotting a cute boy across the room, then I would look at another boy and sigh, I told her almost every boy was cute. Cute, cute, cute , CUTE!!!!
I had this serious crush on this boy named Keaton, I loved him sooo much I told every girl and boy around about how much a liked him. That is something I regret, the rumor spread to him. So when 8th grade came along, he avoided me claiming that he doesn't like me, and so I avoided him back, strongly disliking him. I guess it makes sense why he wouldn't like me, for he's the football jock while I'm the science fiction geek with the square glasses and the (at that time) multicolored neon braces (though I don't have them anymore). We just don't fit together, and now I realize that 2 years later when I'm a Freshman.
You know, I could go on and on about cute boys and crushes and sorts, but I don't want to bore people to sleep. I can't even handle reading long posts, it drives me crazy. It's better to have it in little spurts so people can enjoy them better. So, that's my first short blog post of the day.