So, I've decided that this post will be amusing. Or I hope it will be amusing. I told Cari Dean about some of the....clumsy mishaps of my life..thus far. She found them rather amusing and well, here we are. I have broken my right pinky, my right arm...three different times..., I have a few scars on my left leg, and here are the stories behind each of these different....experiences.
First, I have a brother who is eight years older than me. So, when I was 2 he was 10. We were wrestling around on my parents bed for fun. You know how siblings can be and somehow my pinky finger broke. Nobody realized it until several days later and when my mom took me to the doctor they said they would have to rebreak it since it had already started to heal. My mom decided that was a no go and now I have a slightly bent pinky. You can't really tell, but it's there. It doesn't bother me. It's whatever.
Second, I have a scar on my knee that has been there since I can remember. I'm not sure on the whole story but what I do know sounds like me. Supposedly, my mom was cleaning the floor air vents and had them turned upside down some where on the floor. Well, little ole me decided I wanted to walk across them. Yep. Slipped and my leg went through the vent and BOOM insert scar on my knee.
Third, the first time I broke my arm. Yep. The first time. We lived in Michigan and I wanted to be able to ride my bike without training wheels. I mean come on I was like 5 or something and my 11 year old sister got to go everywhere with her friends on their bikes and I wanted to go too! So...I was practicing in our driveway. Every time I would turn a certain way my bike would go the other way and I would run into a tree...the same tree every time. Yeah....did I mention it was a gravel driveway? I wasn't the smartest kid that's for sure. But, after the millionth time of running into said tree I fell off and broke my arm. I had to wear one of those arm slings for a while. Sigh.
Fourth, when I broke my arm...again. I was learning to roller blade. I was pretty pumped because everyone I knew had some and even though I got the hand me downs from my older sister but who the heck cares?! It was going pretty well and it was a ton of fun! We just went around the block and were almost home. I was feeling pretty awesome and then I lost my balance. I fell backwards and broke my right arm...again. My dad had to come get me and carry me back to the house I cried...a lot. Then I spent HOURS in the ER waiting for someone to come see me. But, my cast was pretty cool. Even if it itched a lot. This happened when I was in 4th grade and right before Spring Break. The kids thought they were clever saying 'Kymber's already had her spring break.' Yeah...not so funny.
Fifth, I was riding my bike home from school one day. It was a pretty day..until I did something, lost my balance, and then fell off. I scraped up my leg pretty bad. It was a gross bloody mess and just...gross. I cried. Thankfully my older brother and his friends were driving by and picked me up and drove me the rest of the way home. I don't think I was ever that excited to see him in my entire life. But,I have a little bit of a scar on my leg thanks to that one.
Sixth, a broken arm again. My friends were having a birthday party at the skating rink and I was super excited about it. It had been a year since I had broken my arm and had been practicing my skills on my back porch. I'd fallen but not to the point of breaking my arm. I was feeling confident that I'd be ok. So, I went being optimistic and they had roller skates and not blades....I'd never been on those before. But, I was gonna try it. I got out on the floor and some loser teenager pushed me over. I fell and that is how I fractured my growth plate in my right arm. I had to go to the doctor and they gave said they were going to treat it like a broken arm and cast me. I didn't cry that time...but dang it hurt. Thankfully, that was the last time I broke my arm. Knock on wood.
Finally, I have a nice scar on my left leg from doing boxes with the girl's basketball team my Freshman year of high school. My footing slipped and then boom scratched my leg and blood was there. Blood freaks me out and makes me a little dizzy. It was awful. I cried. But, now I have a nice scar and a not so funny story of that one.
Every day is a new adventure. I get beat up by doors all the time. They always seem to want to close on me before I'm out or in. I trip over my own feet and fall almost every day. It's ridiculous. But it's me. And I have some pretty awesome stories. :D
Until next time. I hope this amused you all.
XO
Kymber.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
All My Life I've Been Good...
Today has been one of those days. The kind of days when you wonder if what you've been doing is what is best. If maybe you are supposed to be someone else entirely. The you that you want to keep buried. What if that's the person you are meant to be? What if that's what you need to do...for you?
I try to be a good person. I try to be friendly with everyone I interact with..no matter what I think of them. I have a very caring and giving heart as my mother often tells me. But what has it gotten me? Some friends? Sure. But yet...there's something missing. Something I want.
I try not to dwell on being single. Honestly I don't have time for a boyfriend. But, dating someone I'm interested in...that would be nice. To have someone want to take me out to a movie or something super cute and fun...would be amazing. But, nobody wants to take me on a date that I'm interested in. I feel like there is something wrong with me. What am I doing wrong?
I don't think I'm asking for much. Just a date. One date would be nice. Being seen as something other than a sister or friend would be..nice. So nice. To feel cared about and important to someone other then my family would be amazing.
As long as I can remember I've never felt this way. I always feel like I'm the one that's making the effort to do anything. I'm the one that cares too much. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I'm tired of it. I want to go back to not caring so much. To the person that liked to keep a distance between her and others. Things didn't hurt as much. Where is that girl when I need her? Where is the person who is supposed to save me?
I'm tired of sitting at home on a Friday night wishing for someone to magically have feelings for me and ask me on one date. Just one date. I've never been on a date. The closest thing I've gotten was lunch with a couple different guy friends. Those don't count as dates.
Where's my chance at love? When will I stop being the little sister or best friend? I know I have a mind like a guy at times. And I'm much more interested in Football then shoes or getting my nails done. But...isn't that a good thing? What's so wrong with me? I wish I knew. I used to think I was a catch...not so much anymore. So what if I want to go to the Super Bowl for my honeymoon? Or that I refuse to ever celebrate Valentine's Day with a significant other. Or that I hate flowers and I'm not big on jewelry. Where has it gotten me? No where.
Today I threw the towel in on an unreachable dream. Good bye high hopes. Hello reality. This is what will eventually lead to my status as the crazy cat lady that talks to herself in 40 years. Gosh, I'm ready for this day to be over. Ready to not feel this pain. Ready to be different.....
XO
Kymber.
I try to be a good person. I try to be friendly with everyone I interact with..no matter what I think of them. I have a very caring and giving heart as my mother often tells me. But what has it gotten me? Some friends? Sure. But yet...there's something missing. Something I want.
I try not to dwell on being single. Honestly I don't have time for a boyfriend. But, dating someone I'm interested in...that would be nice. To have someone want to take me out to a movie or something super cute and fun...would be amazing. But, nobody wants to take me on a date that I'm interested in. I feel like there is something wrong with me. What am I doing wrong?
I don't think I'm asking for much. Just a date. One date would be nice. Being seen as something other than a sister or friend would be..nice. So nice. To feel cared about and important to someone other then my family would be amazing.
As long as I can remember I've never felt this way. I always feel like I'm the one that's making the effort to do anything. I'm the one that cares too much. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I'm tired of it. I want to go back to not caring so much. To the person that liked to keep a distance between her and others. Things didn't hurt as much. Where is that girl when I need her? Where is the person who is supposed to save me?
I'm tired of sitting at home on a Friday night wishing for someone to magically have feelings for me and ask me on one date. Just one date. I've never been on a date. The closest thing I've gotten was lunch with a couple different guy friends. Those don't count as dates.
Where's my chance at love? When will I stop being the little sister or best friend? I know I have a mind like a guy at times. And I'm much more interested in Football then shoes or getting my nails done. But...isn't that a good thing? What's so wrong with me? I wish I knew. I used to think I was a catch...not so much anymore. So what if I want to go to the Super Bowl for my honeymoon? Or that I refuse to ever celebrate Valentine's Day with a significant other. Or that I hate flowers and I'm not big on jewelry. Where has it gotten me? No where.
Today I threw the towel in on an unreachable dream. Good bye high hopes. Hello reality. This is what will eventually lead to my status as the crazy cat lady that talks to herself in 40 years. Gosh, I'm ready for this day to be over. Ready to not feel this pain. Ready to be different.....
XO
Kymber.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
And the Winner Is....
So, on my last blog you heard about the competition me and weird kid were having. Well, it's over. I won. Err...well, we agreed on a tie. Because his pick up lines were really awesome. And the poor guy never saw what I did coming. Here are his pick up lines: (I swear if someone said this to me I'd love them just for the effort.)
Day 1:
AHH. I win. I enjoyed this so much. It entertained me to no end. I love you both madly!! :D You two are a couple of the most entertaining people I know. I'm not sure what I'd do without either one of you.
Until next time.
XO
Kymber.
Day 1:
AHH. I win. I enjoyed this so much. It entertained me to no end. I love you both madly!! :D You two are a couple of the most entertaining people I know. I'm not sure what I'd do without either one of you.
Until next time.
XO
Kymber.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
This One Is For...
CARI DEAN!!! She's the funnest person I know. She always keeps me entertained.
I met Cari through sports at my High School. I was involved as a Basketball manager and then later a Student Athletic Trainer. She was involved by being the official picture taker. She's a hoot.
Now, me and the weird kid on the bus are in a competition against each other to see who she likes more. I promise I'll win. See, the weird kid doesn't realize that Cari and I had lots of bonding time while he was playing football or already graduating. Mine and Cari's bond runs deep. :)
We both enjoy all things Twilight. And we are team Edward....the same cannot be said of weird kid. We also talk about things he wouldn't talk to her about. So, I win. :D
I will keep you all up to date on the newest developments to my winning this competition. ;)
Oh! And if any of you have an idea for a prize leave a comment or if your my friend on Facebook message me. Weird kid wants Cari's cookies and my Oreo balls. Yeah....that's not good enough. :P
Much love!
"Cari Dean is amazing and I love her!" :) -Kymber
XO
Kymber
I met Cari through sports at my High School. I was involved as a Basketball manager and then later a Student Athletic Trainer. She was involved by being the official picture taker. She's a hoot.
Now, me and the weird kid on the bus are in a competition against each other to see who she likes more. I promise I'll win. See, the weird kid doesn't realize that Cari and I had lots of bonding time while he was playing football or already graduating. Mine and Cari's bond runs deep. :)
We both enjoy all things Twilight. And we are team Edward....the same cannot be said of weird kid. We also talk about things he wouldn't talk to her about. So, I win. :D
I will keep you all up to date on the newest developments to my winning this competition. ;)
Oh! And if any of you have an idea for a prize leave a comment or if your my friend on Facebook message me. Weird kid wants Cari's cookies and my Oreo balls. Yeah....that's not good enough. :P
Much love!
"Cari Dean is amazing and I love her!" :) -Kymber
XO
Kymber
Monday, March 7, 2011
You're Gonna Bring Yourself Down
I'm trying to move forward. Leave somethings from the past in the past. Leave the old me back where she belongs. Sometimes I like the new me. I feel more confident with myself. I feel less iffy about different things. I still over think ever thing. Read into things too much. But, I believe in myself more then I used to. Sometimes though the old me comes out. Certain things happen and there she is. Shy, quiet, looking for people's approval of me. Now, I'm just trying to find a balance. Combine the good things from the old Kymber with the good things of the new Kymber.
I like that I can say what I want when I want and not be afraid to do it. I like that I can wear skirts to school and not be completely embarrassed. I don't like some of the things I've done. I'm not perfect and I have regrets. Thus, bringing me to where I am now. Looking for this balance.
There are things I've done that may shock people. Might make you think less of me. There are some super dark things hidden in my closet. Things nobody knows the full story of. But, I'm trying to let those memories not get the best of me. Sometimes they come back full force. Seeing a bad car accident on a rainy day crushes me. I feel like I'm 12 again and just barely keeping my head above the darkness.
If we let it the darkness will consume us. We can't let it or else we lose ourselves completely. If it does get the best of us we can always come back. We can fight off the darkness. We have the power to change our lives around if we want to.
There might be somethings that you have done that you regret. Make you think you're a bad person. Truth is we are only human. We are going to make mistakes. Some bigger then others. But, we can't let those mistakes define us. We can't let them take over our identity. We'll only lose our way completely if we let this rule our lives. Close your eyes. Relax. Become the person you like again. You can do it. I'm doing it, I've done it. You can too. I have faith in you.
"Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some would be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows. Swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?"- One Tree Hill
XO
Kymber.
I like that I can say what I want when I want and not be afraid to do it. I like that I can wear skirts to school and not be completely embarrassed. I don't like some of the things I've done. I'm not perfect and I have regrets. Thus, bringing me to where I am now. Looking for this balance.
There are things I've done that may shock people. Might make you think less of me. There are some super dark things hidden in my closet. Things nobody knows the full story of. But, I'm trying to let those memories not get the best of me. Sometimes they come back full force. Seeing a bad car accident on a rainy day crushes me. I feel like I'm 12 again and just barely keeping my head above the darkness.
If we let it the darkness will consume us. We can't let it or else we lose ourselves completely. If it does get the best of us we can always come back. We can fight off the darkness. We have the power to change our lives around if we want to.
There might be somethings that you have done that you regret. Make you think you're a bad person. Truth is we are only human. We are going to make mistakes. Some bigger then others. But, we can't let those mistakes define us. We can't let them take over our identity. We'll only lose our way completely if we let this rule our lives. Close your eyes. Relax. Become the person you like again. You can do it. I'm doing it, I've done it. You can too. I have faith in you.
"Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some would be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows. Swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?"- One Tree Hill
XO
Kymber.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
If You Wanna Be My Lover, You Gotta Get With My Friends
So, this post is dedicated to the one person that has known me the longest, outside of family, Miss Rileigh! :) Yeah..her mom spelt her name weird too. Part of our bonding I do believe.
I met Rileigh through my little sister Morgan. You see...when we lived in Oklahoma Morgan liked to walk around the neighborhood and talk to anyone and everyone. Like seriously we would be outside shooting hoops with our older brother and people would see us and say 'Hi Morgan.' Creepy? Yes. But, I can't get upset with her because if it hadn't been for this weird thing Morgan did I probably wouldn't be friends with Rileigh like I am today. It was the summer before 3rd grade, just a year after we moved to Oklahoma and Morgan came in right before dinner. She told me that she met this girl just down the street who was my age and I just had to meet her after dinner. I remember being slightly annoyed with Morgan, but quickly agreed since I wanted a close girl friend because at the time the only friends I had in the neighborhood were Bryce and Dalton. Little did I know that I was going to meet the person who knows just about everything about me and I know just about everything about her. I went with Morgan not even 2 minutes away from my house and this short blond girl was sitting on a mailbox. (In Oklahoma they have the BEST mailboxes because they are made out of brick and just oh so much fun. seriously everyone should have one.) This as you all know was Rileigh.
We became best friends. Whenever we were free we were always at one of our groups house. Like mine, Bryce, Dalton, or hers. Dalton's house had the awesomely large porch that was awesome on rainy days, my house had the giant backyard that was large enough for us to play make believe Sailor Moon, Bryce's house had the bb guns that we would sometimes have fights with (those hurt a lot to get hit by btw), and Rileigh's house was kind of the chill place. I don't remember the boys being there too often, but Rileigh and I would end up there at some point. We were the coolest kids ever. Or, at least we thought so. Rileigh and I used to write songs in my back yard and then stand on this green box thing (I still have no freaking clue what it was) and sing them. Oh yeah. Be jealous. They were awesome. For a hint of our awesomeness here are some lyrics 'Hey bunny bunny where you hoppin to? I wanna hop along with youuuuu.' Boom. Mind blown.
One time in third grade, we both were soo in love with Bryce. And he knew we both liked him. So, we waited to hear who he wanted to "date" (ya know in 3rd grade it's lame and you only have a boyfriend because everyone else does). Well, I got picked. Ha! In your face Rileigh! I was pumped. I felt prettier then her for the first...and last time in my entire knowing her. But, with this new development she got really mad. I got really mad. We yelled at each other and didn't talk for a week. Now, not talking to her for a week isn't that big of a deal since we are both so busy, but in 3rd grade that was a long time. Finally, we both apologized for yelling at the other. Bryce ended up being a jerk anyways. But, we didn't know the full extent until 6th grade. But, that's another story for another time and a huge part as to why I was crushed in 6th grade. But, ya know, oh well, life goes on.
After that it was smooth sailing for a while. We did everything together. And OMG when Harry Potter came out! Holy crow. We were both so in love with Daniel Radcliffe. No lie. Our 5th grade homeroom teacher had a poster of him on the wall and whenever we had to line up to go to lunch or music or whatever we'd wait to be in the back of the line so that way we could kiss our fingertips and put them to his mouth. Oh yeah, we are lame to the extreme. But ya know what? It was fun. I ended up with that poster. Although I don't know where it is for the life of me. It probably "got lost" in the move to Alabama.
We were on top of things. We may not have been the popular mean girls, but we were the popular awesome girls. We had a big group of friends and everyone liked us. Well, everyone but Quin and Kelsey. But, we didn't like them anyways. Rileigh was more of the girlie girl. Always wearing the cutest outfits her mom would dress her in. I was more of the tom boy. I wore jeans and t-shirts. I also played kickball with the boys during recess. Oh yeah. I was the bomb. I blame having a brother who was 8 years older then me and a jock in high school. I would spend more time then I can remember around big football and basketball players. So, I was the tom boy because of this. Or at least that's what I blame it on. Anyways, that's not the point. The point is. We were awesome. And we are still awesome. No matter how lame we are. :)
In 6th grade the 2nd largest tornado ever recorded came through our town of Moore, Oklahoma. It took out the brick sign in front of our school. It came behind my house (yes, I was in there with my dad and Morgan) and when it was gone all I could think about was how was Rileigh? Where was she? Is her house ok? Is she ok? As soon as my dad gave us the all clear I ran down to Rileigh's house. Only to be met half way by non other then Rileigh herself.
She's my best friend. I don't know what I'd do without her. And that's only 3 years of our friendship. I've got a lot more stories to come. :) But, Rileigh's post doesn't get a quote. Not this time. What she does get however, is a bunch of random pictures. Enjoy our dorkiness. :)
I met Rileigh through my little sister Morgan. You see...when we lived in Oklahoma Morgan liked to walk around the neighborhood and talk to anyone and everyone. Like seriously we would be outside shooting hoops with our older brother and people would see us and say 'Hi Morgan.' Creepy? Yes. But, I can't get upset with her because if it hadn't been for this weird thing Morgan did I probably wouldn't be friends with Rileigh like I am today. It was the summer before 3rd grade, just a year after we moved to Oklahoma and Morgan came in right before dinner. She told me that she met this girl just down the street who was my age and I just had to meet her after dinner. I remember being slightly annoyed with Morgan, but quickly agreed since I wanted a close girl friend because at the time the only friends I had in the neighborhood were Bryce and Dalton. Little did I know that I was going to meet the person who knows just about everything about me and I know just about everything about her. I went with Morgan not even 2 minutes away from my house and this short blond girl was sitting on a mailbox. (In Oklahoma they have the BEST mailboxes because they are made out of brick and just oh so much fun. seriously everyone should have one.) This as you all know was Rileigh.
We became best friends. Whenever we were free we were always at one of our groups house. Like mine, Bryce, Dalton, or hers. Dalton's house had the awesomely large porch that was awesome on rainy days, my house had the giant backyard that was large enough for us to play make believe Sailor Moon, Bryce's house had the bb guns that we would sometimes have fights with (those hurt a lot to get hit by btw), and Rileigh's house was kind of the chill place. I don't remember the boys being there too often, but Rileigh and I would end up there at some point. We were the coolest kids ever. Or, at least we thought so. Rileigh and I used to write songs in my back yard and then stand on this green box thing (I still have no freaking clue what it was) and sing them. Oh yeah. Be jealous. They were awesome. For a hint of our awesomeness here are some lyrics 'Hey bunny bunny where you hoppin to? I wanna hop along with youuuuu.' Boom. Mind blown.
One time in third grade, we both were soo in love with Bryce. And he knew we both liked him. So, we waited to hear who he wanted to "date" (ya know in 3rd grade it's lame and you only have a boyfriend because everyone else does). Well, I got picked. Ha! In your face Rileigh! I was pumped. I felt prettier then her for the first...and last time in my entire knowing her. But, with this new development she got really mad. I got really mad. We yelled at each other and didn't talk for a week. Now, not talking to her for a week isn't that big of a deal since we are both so busy, but in 3rd grade that was a long time. Finally, we both apologized for yelling at the other. Bryce ended up being a jerk anyways. But, we didn't know the full extent until 6th grade. But, that's another story for another time and a huge part as to why I was crushed in 6th grade. But, ya know, oh well, life goes on.
After that it was smooth sailing for a while. We did everything together. And OMG when Harry Potter came out! Holy crow. We were both so in love with Daniel Radcliffe. No lie. Our 5th grade homeroom teacher had a poster of him on the wall and whenever we had to line up to go to lunch or music or whatever we'd wait to be in the back of the line so that way we could kiss our fingertips and put them to his mouth. Oh yeah, we are lame to the extreme. But ya know what? It was fun. I ended up with that poster. Although I don't know where it is for the life of me. It probably "got lost" in the move to Alabama.
We were on top of things. We may not have been the popular mean girls, but we were the popular awesome girls. We had a big group of friends and everyone liked us. Well, everyone but Quin and Kelsey. But, we didn't like them anyways. Rileigh was more of the girlie girl. Always wearing the cutest outfits her mom would dress her in. I was more of the tom boy. I wore jeans and t-shirts. I also played kickball with the boys during recess. Oh yeah. I was the bomb. I blame having a brother who was 8 years older then me and a jock in high school. I would spend more time then I can remember around big football and basketball players. So, I was the tom boy because of this. Or at least that's what I blame it on. Anyways, that's not the point. The point is. We were awesome. And we are still awesome. No matter how lame we are. :)
In 6th grade the 2nd largest tornado ever recorded came through our town of Moore, Oklahoma. It took out the brick sign in front of our school. It came behind my house (yes, I was in there with my dad and Morgan) and when it was gone all I could think about was how was Rileigh? Where was she? Is her house ok? Is she ok? As soon as my dad gave us the all clear I ran down to Rileigh's house. Only to be met half way by non other then Rileigh herself.
She's my best friend. I don't know what I'd do without her. And that's only 3 years of our friendship. I've got a lot more stories to come. :) But, Rileigh's post doesn't get a quote. Not this time. What she does get however, is a bunch of random pictures. Enjoy our dorkiness. :)
XO
Kymber.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
What's My Name?
Today...has just been one of those days. The 'excuse me I'll be over here jumping off a cliff' kind of days. It wasn't extremely horrible. Just long. And of course I had to have a clumsy episode, as I call anything I do that leads to pain.
I was walking into the Business Engineering Complex at the college I attended and I opened up the door all the way and tripped on air. Sigh. Thus leading to the red painful mark I have on my arm. Only me. And it doesn't help that I have an extremely low tolerance for pain either.
I also had to watch the movie 'Babies'....unless you are interested in seeing a lot of naked boobs, breast feeding, and naked little boys...don't watch it. That's all it was. Honestly. Shudder. Just awful.
But, after all this I went to my Business Communications class. Sigh. I guess the teacher thinks Kymber is too young of a name. Or maybe she just can't pronounce Ber. But she only calls me Kym. What the f? I've signed any e-mail to her Kymber, I write Kymber on all my papers and yet she still calls me Kym. Makes no sense to me at all. Maybe I should just get a big neon sign that says 'My name is KYMBER.' Maybe she'd get the hint then. Sigh.
*hangs head in defeat*
I'm tired and cranky. But! Before I leave this short and nonquote worthy post I will say this...40 more pounds and I'll have reached my goal of where I want to be by the end of May! :) I think I can do it. No, I know I can do it. It all just comes down to self control. I keep telling myself in my head, in my best George Lopez voice, 'I GOT THIS!' :)
Anyways, night all! :D
XO
Kymber.
I was walking into the Business Engineering Complex at the college I attended and I opened up the door all the way and tripped on air. Sigh. Thus leading to the red painful mark I have on my arm. Only me. And it doesn't help that I have an extremely low tolerance for pain either.
I also had to watch the movie 'Babies'....unless you are interested in seeing a lot of naked boobs, breast feeding, and naked little boys...don't watch it. That's all it was. Honestly. Shudder. Just awful.
But, after all this I went to my Business Communications class. Sigh. I guess the teacher thinks Kymber is too young of a name. Or maybe she just can't pronounce Ber. But she only calls me Kym. What the f? I've signed any e-mail to her Kymber, I write Kymber on all my papers and yet she still calls me Kym. Makes no sense to me at all. Maybe I should just get a big neon sign that says 'My name is KYMBER.' Maybe she'd get the hint then. Sigh.
*hangs head in defeat*
I'm tired and cranky. But! Before I leave this short and nonquote worthy post I will say this...40 more pounds and I'll have reached my goal of where I want to be by the end of May! :) I think I can do it. No, I know I can do it. It all just comes down to self control. I keep telling myself in my head, in my best George Lopez voice, 'I GOT THIS!' :)
Anyways, night all! :D
XO
Kymber.