That's what she said....

If you only knew what I really thought of you. >_<

Caaaaamping.

I always say I’m going to do a blog everyday with actual interesting things, I start it for like a week, then don’t do it anymore.

The time will be 4:05:06, the time and date together will be 456789. =P

I was watching the Michael Jackson memorial service live on CNN.com, and someone said [over on the side where facebook users could update statuses and everyone could see] “This is the day one man alone brought the world together.”. I basically just posted this because I wanted to remember that quote. =P

Camping till Sunday. So long till then my dear friends. =[

(By the way…. Your name starts with a “D”. <33)

I’m [trying] to write a book, so I thought I’d give a little sneak peak. It’s part of the third chapter, so that’s why it begins sort of in the middle of stuff. It isn’t very good.

Here it goes;




    The next morning I woke up and did my morning routine for school. I went downstairs to find Tex — awake — sitting on the couch, and smiling.
    “Morning beautiful.”
    I stopped and stared him, “Morning…dad.”, this was strange, he never even faked a good mood to trick me or anything, but there is a first time for everything… “How was camping?”, I asked while I slowly walked down the last few steps.
    “It was good, I had a lot of fun hanging out with the guys. How was your weekend?”
    I sat my book bag on the opposite side of the couch that Tex was sitting on, “Good, I went grocery shopping, Saturday it was warm, so I went outside under the tree to read. That’s pretty much all I did.”, I looked at the clock on the wall “Dad I gotta go, I’m gonna be late, is there anything you want me to get you before I leave?”.
    “No, I’m good.”, he said.
    I picked up my bag and walked over to kiss him on the top of the head, “Love you!”, I said as I walked out the door.
    “Love you, too.”, he said flatly.
    I got passed the trees in my front yard, and guess who was standing there — Riley. He was wearing grey and white plaid shorts, with a grey polo, white flip flops, and a white book bag — all designer of course. His hair was neatly spiked, showing his highlights in all the right places. I on the other hand was wearing cutoff pink sweat pants, a black t-shirt with a white guitar pick on it, old worn out converse, and my tired — about ready to fall apart — army green book bag. My hair was a little neater today, — simple pony — because I knew I would see him, but I didn’t think it would be right outside my house, I thought it would be at school, and then I could make up some excuse about running late and just throwing some clothes on. He was waiting for me though… I couldn’t go back now.
    “Good morning Miss Desiree.”, he said with a smile and happiness in his voice.
    I was going to say ‘Good morning Mr Riley.’, but I didn’t want to sound repetitive.
    “Morning.”, that was lame of me, I smiled anyway.
    “You look cute.”, he winked and I looked down at my clothes then stared at him. He laughed at me.
    “What?”, I asked still staring at him.
    ”You.”
    I shook my head and laughed, and started walking. I bumped his arm with mine when I walked passed him as a flirt. I only got a few steps passed him when he caught up to me.
    “Why did you wait for me?” I asked as I kicked a rock across the road.
    “I don’t know… Was I wrong to?”
    “I don’t exactly look as cute as I did yesterday.”, I kicked another rock, I didn’t want to look at him, I was afraid that ‘confession’ thing that happened yesterday might happen again.
    “Wasn’t one of the first things I said to you was ‘You look cute.’?”
    I blushed so I pulled my pony over my left shoulder to hide my face from him. I heard him let out a slight chuckle and I blushed more. At least he liked me. I think
    Suddenly — just like yesterday — I felt his eyes burning me. I stopped walking and looked up at him. Out of nowhere I blurted out “Do you like me?”, oh great…
    He smiled that slight smile he does so quick, “Yes. Do you like me?”.
    “Yes.”, once again the force broke and I was able to return to myself. I shook my head and kept walking. He kept my pace even though I knew his long legs could go much faster than my short ones.
    We walked in silence the rest of the way to school, I was too embarrassed to say anything or even look at him, so I just continued kicking my rocks. He was probably staring at me the whole time, but he wasn’t shy.
    We were walking into the school parking lot when he spoke again, “Will you show me where the office is? So I can get my schedule and all that crap?”.
    “Of course I will. Did you think I was just going to let you wander around?” we chuckled as we walked through the school doors.
    I should have known this would happen. It happens to me all the time, and now, I was with the really cute new guy — everybody stopped what they were doing and stared at us. I heard a group of girls giggle, and the guys standing around them got defensive. A few people pointed and laughed at me. I grabbed Riley’s arm and we walked to the office out of the way of hurtful laughs, glances, and finger pointing.
    “I told you… Nobody likes me. You shouldn’t be seen with me, you need to get your schedule and go find other friends, otherwise you’ll be drug down with me.”
    “Or I could bring you up with me. You can’t be alone anymore. It’s depressing you, I can see it.”, he had this…authority in his voice, “Also I told you I don’t care about popularity, so if I never become popular here because I’m friends with you, to save you from yourself, then so be it.”
    At that time we heard a soft voice come from behind the counter, “Good morning Miss Robinson. Can I help you?”, said the voice.
    Miss Plain, and that’s what she was — plain. She was new here this school year, it was also he first year out of college. She was very tiny, always wore simple clothes, usually a black skirt with a pastel cardigan and flats, her hair was always in a bun, flyaways neatly patted down with hairspray. Like I said — plain, but she was pleasant.
    “I’m new here, and I need my class schedule please?”, Riley rested his arms on the counter.
    “Name please?” said Miss Plain.
    “Riley Littrell”
    Riley Littrell… Desiree Littrell… No Rey! No. Don’t go there.
    I heard the printer start printing something, most likely Riley’s schedule, since Miss Plain just did something on the computer.
    “Robinson? Desiree Robinson?” Riley chuckled.
    “Shut up.”, I said flatly and looked away from him. “
    What’s your middle name?”
    “Cecelia…”
    He walked to the other side of me, the side I turned my head to, and just louder than a whisper he said “Desiree Cecelia… Beautiful…”, I looked up at him and blushed then started reading the fliers laying on the counter as an excuse to look away.
    “What’s your middle name?” I asked without looking up from the counter.
    “James. I don’t like it. It doesn’t sound as… Cool… As the rest of my name.”
    “I think it’s cool…”, I looked up at him, I didn’t care this time if he saw me blush, he already knew I liked him anyway, and he liked me, he told me so.
    “Here you go Mr Littrell. Here is your class schedule, and here’s a map of the school, although you look like you have your own personal guide.” Miss Plain said, and she winked at me.
    “I think I do.” They chuckled at their joke, she went back to work, Riley and I turned around and walked out the office door.
    “To save me from myself?” I repeated his words in first person, he knew it was a question though.
    “Yes… Depression can do scary things to people.”
    “But I’m not depressed!” I raised my voice, which I shouldn’t have, it gave people another excuse to stare.
    “Maybe not severely… But you are. Like I said, I can see it.” he said.
    “Oh really? You can? You just met me two days ago. How can you see it?”
    “Maybe I’ll explain it to you someday… So do we have any classes together?”, stupid subject changers. I didn’t argue though. I looked at his list.
    “Four.” I said. He had computer science in third hour.
    “Really? Which ones?”
    “L.A. in first hour. Algebra in second hour. Home Ec in fourth hour. And Biology in sixth hour.”, I said, “Then of course lunch is after Home Ec.”
    “You’re in Algebra 2 and advanced biology?” asked Riley.
    I looked up at him “So are you.”.
    He shook his head and chuckled “But I’m in all advanced classes. I really don’t see why I’m not in eleventh grade.”
    “Because then you wouldn’t be with me.”, I giggled, and he smiled then chuckled, “Come on. We gotta get headed to class.” I said.

So I went to the dentisit on Monday, and they gave me a tooth ache I didn’t have.

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I need chapstick.

I spent freaking $50.33 on the game and it won’t even work on my computer.

All these Miley photo “scandals” are getting annoying. People need to grow up. Why are they watching a 16 yearold’s EVERY move anyway? Creepers.