September 11, 2009

Alright Fae, I'm finally caught up with reading your blog. I'll see you in February then -wink- We'll have more fun then anyway. Bring some skates... haha. And bring Demi with you :)
Demi should post on her blog. So should Evana.

Your life is way more interesting than mine I think. I'm seriously tempted to just number off my posts instead of trying to think of titles for each one. This one is called nine/ten/eleven because I started it on 9/10/09, and am now finishing it on 9/11/09. Just in case you weren't observant enough to notice.

There will be no white flag above my door...

I'm feeling a heck of a lot better today. What that means I feel like something maybe slightly above crap now. During the last few days, I was feeling so awful I wanted to go on a tragic rebel-fest and go screaming through town planting bombs in trash cans, chopping off people's hair and then run away from FSJ but now I've gotten back to a state of calm and have regained my rational thinking.

Hold me closer tiny dancer

I’m getting random lines from songs flashing through my mind. You might have noticed.

I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with you...

The dates have been interesting this week. We had 09/09/09 day two days ago, 9/10 is like... consecutive numbers (very cool), and now it's 9/11. Tomorrow is 9/12 which is my ten-month anni with Daek <3

You're beautiful, every little piece, Love.

My phone decided it was going to turn off on its own accord. I got a text from Daek and when I pressed OK to open it, my phone was like "nnnnope!"

Live like you are dying...

So much has been happening. I met a kid called Levi yesterday and became one of his first friends here. He's from Quesnel. I should ask if he knows Conrad or Tyler.... Or Daek's Einstein grampa.

Okay Taylor, don't get too cocky. Maybe you're a superstar overnight, but if you don't keep the girl-next-door attitude you'll be sucked in and end up like Britney. Even if you do, don't shave your head. And if you end up doing that make me a wig so I can wear it.

Posted by RJ Haely at 5:13 PM