a lot has happened.

With finishing school [finally!], grad parties, drivers ed, my grandmother's health, work and intertwined drama, I am devastated to say that when my time was running short, xanga was first to go. I'm back. I think.

So driving sucks, my friends are moving, my grandma's in intensive care and I'm on my butt pulling goatheads.

Oh. And Albert has been talking to me lately. He said he was in love with me.

...

WHAAAAAAAAAAT.

Yeah. I don't know either.

1.) Throughout our entire relationship, he never told me that he was in love with me. Or even that he loved me. He said "Love ya." ....okay. You "love meh".

2.) He didn't talk to me for over a month. Yeah. That shows how much you care.

3.) He never mentioned "love" when he broke up with me. It was a solid, harsh "goodbye."

What. The. Fudge.

Now let me show you all a few examples of some of the texts he's sent the past few days...

"Humans learn from mistakes, Kylie.. I've learned I can't live without you."

quite sweet. but really...he's lived without me for quite a while now.

"I ask for another chance. You have my heart in your hand. I don't sleep well, and I don't eat. It's been building up. It was a self-discovery. I made a mistake."

you had my heart in yours too. until you microwaved it and ate it for brunch.

"I promise to never hurt you like that again. I promise to be there when you need me. I promise to keep you safe. And.. I promise to love you. I honestly can't stop worrying about you. I just want one more chance. If I screw it up, I'll leave you alone. Forever."

okay. that one made me cry. that was really sweet!...way to say that after I spent two months trying to get over you. and when I finally succeed... I get this.

I'll elaborate later.

I miss you guys.

That's right. This is the beginning.

But it is also the end.

Out with...

The old; the complaints, the disrespect, the procrastination, the over-eating, the laziness and ignornace.

And in with...

The new; everything but.

This is a promise to you, my family, friends, and myself, that I am in for a new lifestyle and new outlook on my life. I've taken everything for granted and been far too selfish until now. I wanna change.

and I wanna get in shape.

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Anyway, let me give you a little background as to why I'm ranting about a cheesy life change. You see, I'm still in a wheelchair. I've been concentrating on all of the things I couldn't do that I did before, run in P.E., workout, softball, ski, snowboard, yadayada. And with my medication (which DOES cause quite a bit of turmoil) that makes me hella emotional/pissy/bitchy/etc. [probably why I'm doing this now...]

I need to stop crying (put in quite the literal sense) and change things that I can change. I really need to quit dwelling you know? I mean, today, I made up two days worth of biology that I had missed whilst I was in the hospital. I rightfully got 100%, but was only giving 75% of that, since I was gone. Though my father caused a ruckus by sending an email, a 100% isn't everything, especially if I can't do a thing about it.

am I going crazy?

Seattle, Seattle, Seattle... I'm moving there as soon as possible.

I've gone over two or three times in the past month or so, and I forgot to post some pictures. Pardon the fact that some of the pictures are really crappy; my photography skills are painstakingly mediocre.

When I go up, I usually hang out with friends and .. well, hang out with friends. And eat. I'm not really the touristy type. I must look like such a fob in these pictures.  Some of these are from when I went up myself, and some are from when my cousin and I showed some friends around. Hence the touristiness.

p.s. I run around humid cities without makeup. You have been warned.

This is Miner's, in Yakima, Washington. The food is HUGE. I've been there several times, but nevertheless, I ordered chili-cheese fries. Thinking I could eat them...

This is after me, and 4 friends dug at it for 45 minutes. Really, it's huge. [And greasy... but delicious.]

Okay, I lied. I wear blush. Haha. Alma took this one. Japanese restaurant bathroom.. awkward.

The Experience Music center. This is about 2-stories tall.

My beloved cousin. :)

Underground tour - if you have a weak stomach or hate poop jokes, don't take it.

My friend, Shanti, looking into a cannon at Washelli cemetery. Really reminded me of Arlington National Cemetery.

Kubota Garden. Beauuutiful flowers. :)

I don't even need to say what this is, yeah? :) I'd put up a picture of the view, but I didn't really get any great ones. If you want to see, let me know!

Too much backlight :/ Hm. Also Kubota Garden. I was just waiting for that water drop to fall. :(

I officially fail at taking pictures of people behind me. There's half my head and my messy, curly hair.

Pardon my icky face >< That's a bathroom stall. I'm standing up. I'm 4'10". That's one awkward bathroom.

My brother, at his concert. He sounded amazing, not gonna lie!

Mini-dessert at Todai. Chocolate cake, blueberry cheesecake, strawberry delight, mocha delight and green tea cake! (I know.. I'm a fatty.)

My amazing brother and I. Except I had a really awkward smile.

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And last, but almost least...

Me and my cousin on a ferry. Incredibly windy. That's the Space Needle! And that's my ucky face >_<

At least Jade looks adorable. =3

I have no idea what I was looking at. Haha.

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So that was a combination of my last few trips to Seattle. If you want more, ask. If you think some are too grotesque to look at, let me know. ;)

At least, we're hoping.

As I write this, I am in my recovery bed at the hospital of a nearby town. My surgery was yesterday at 1pm, and it looks like I'll be here through tomorrow.

I think I've mentioned before that I've had surgery on my ankle in the past (July 2008) and it didn't work out well, resulting in crutches for 2 1/2 months and a foot brace off and on ever since. A few weeks ago, the doc found a lesion covering approximately 35% of my ankle bone. He evidently thought he knew a solution, so we planned a surgery for as soon as possible. I've been counting down. I was more excited than I was nervous, this time. I just wanted this one to work.

And it did! After waking up at about 6:45pm yesterday, my doctor said that it went over really well. If you want to know what was done, it's briefly explained here, but it's kind of stomach-churning. (at least, it was for me. This is a bit cleaner than the doc's explanation. haha.)

So I'm doing okay. My left leg is in a lot of pain, and I've been sleeping for a few hours at a time throughout the past day. I haven't really eaten anything since Tuesday, so my stomach feels really funny. But overall, I'm doing alright.

Just wanted to update. :]

Right now, this very moment, my ex-boyfriend of only 4 months or so, just figured out his girlfriend broke up with him earlier today. (He's not the smartest apple on the tree...) They were together for 7 months, and he thought she was the one. They ran into many obstacles along the way, but they didn't see them as being a big deal until recently. In all honesty, they should've seen this coming. For one, he's a hardcore Christian. She's atheist. Another thing is age. As much as I believe that age doesn't matter, it does get in the way when it comes to the stages of life in which each person is. He's four years older than her. (He's three older than me.)

Aside from being my ex, he is a friend. I've known him for years, and we cross paths every now and then. We would talk about our romantic interests and whatnot as if nothing ever happened. We dated a long, long time ago - though, I was the one who broke it off with him, so out of two relationships, his heart's been bruised twice. (I feel horrible about it..) So I guess you can sort of see where I'm going.

Do you think it's okay that I'm helping my ex-boyfriend get over another girl? (then again, I can't see why it'd be wrong, per se... eek. I must be -really- tired.)

Hum... Let's see. In movies and whatnot, it seems as though it's always just a popularity contest, and the adventures of trashing your opponent with derrogetory posters and speeches. I'm curious as to where the film  industry got that idea from - because I don't know about your schools and former schools, but mudslinging was completely prohibited from any campaign whatsoever. No insults, no bad slogans, nothing.

Let me tell you, I don't pay as good attention to Presidential elections as I really should. I couldn't tell you if I've seen mudslinging between Obama and McCain if I tried. I saw the inauguration, that's pretty much it.  But as far as I know, there's not much trash talk going on between the candidates - it's just all of the overenthused Republicans or Democrats that go haywire over elections.

So do tell me, did you or do you vote for the person you think would do a better job, or the person that everyone loves? [Referring to middle school/high school elections] (Baha, unless the candidates are all idiots. That happens sometimes, too...)

Some people are simply too immature to make a decent choice when we're this age - or even vote for the unworthy candidate as a joke. Do you think middle schools and high schools should allow mudslinging? Are students responsible to make the right choice? Or should all the voting be saved for Presidential stuff when the kids turn 18?

For those of you who haven't heard, Conficker is this "April Fools' Worm" that the internet's been hoopla-ing about for the past week or so. It was first detected in October 2008, and is known to have the ability to completely destroy your hardrive (or steal passwords, credit cards, personal information, etc.,) after it's activated - April 1st. (For Windows users, that is.. you're safe on this one, Macs.)

Experts think that they've cut it off from its' creators. (which, no one still knows who created it. Someone with minor German knowledge.. Conficker = Configure + Ficken ... the German word for 'to f*ck.) I honestly have no idea what to think of this; I'm pretty sure it's darn near impossible to track something like this - I mean, estimates are that the worm has infected anywhere from 3 million to 12 million PCs!

Do you think they've stopped the worm? Do you know anyone who's been infected?

Sorry, guys, I have a dilemma.

Yeah, typical teenage relationship drama that I'm sure a lot of you don't want to get into, but I'm not asking you to do anything but read what I have to say and give some advice. I have no where else to go.

I've been dating a guy since Valentine's day; really couldn't be much happier if I tried. He's handsome, tall, sweet, extremely smart, and my parents couldn't love him more. We took things a lot faster than we intended, because there's a tad of an age difference. (21/2 years, 3 calendar years) It took us a while to decide if we should date or not, pretty much because of that.

One more thing that we've had a concern about is his work. He works a LOT, and is frequently out of town. He goes down to California in the summer, but I didn't have any worries - it was February, June was four months away. I had no worries. Until today.

He told me the day that he was leaving for Cali, and the possibility of him finishing school there. From here to there, is exactly 555 miles. Too far for either of us to drive. We began talking about what we were going to do, and in a nutshell, he broke up with me. I guess it's safe to say I'm pretty hurt. We never fought about anything. Ever. We could talk things through, and this is what happens?

He had his reasoning, that we're young, and we have plenty of time to date after we're both done with school. But for both of us, that is YEARS. I get what he's trying to say... but do I not mean enough to him that we can't try before then?

2009/1/1 - Met 

2009/2/14 - "Officially" dating

2009/3/28 - :( [Already? I know... sigh...]

2009/6/11 - Leaves for Sacramento

2009/8 - Either comes back here to finish school, or goes to Sacramento. For "essentially forever."

We're trying to figure out what is best for the both of us. We care about eachother, and want this to work. But we don't want to date when he's in Sacramento. Any thoughts are appreciated.

Thanks.

...and I'm thinking it'll be on vacation for quite a while longer.

Finally, spring break.

My apologies for not having been blogging diligently for a good amount of time, but I do have a legitimate excuse - I ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING SOMEWHAT ACCOMPLISHED FOR MY HIGH SCHOOL.

Bahaha. Anyway..

Do tell me. What are your plans for Spring Break? What do you usually do?

As for me, once I get some, I'll let ya'll know.

Every year, there's those two days where you either add or subtract an hour from the current time, to become the new time for the next however-long. Yeah, it's only one hour - that's what we think at first. But that first morning after when you get up an hour earlier (earlier, in this case... I like getting up an hour later!) can be just.. just..

I'm sure you all join me in temporary sleep deprivation, over-caffeination and [kind of] eternal grumpiness, yes?
I, quite frankly, do not care about how much daylight I have. I actually prefer nighttime, though that doesn't really have a bearing on my lack of care for daytime. As long as I'm awake and alert, I'll be okay. I have artificial light - nothing to worry about.

Do tell me, do you like Spring forward? Do you lose any sleep? Does it mess you up, or help you at all?