my tumblr.

okay so for those who don't know, i got myself a tumblr.

www.creepunderblacklightz.tumblr.com

i'm pretty sure that's the link... yeah.

so i'm off of this now. :)
lurk me on that.

i've gotten much more serious now...
actually no. i wouldn't call it serious. i've been serious and everything all along, i only chose to show my happy side, really... maybe more of a forced face of happiness.
now i actually blog-blog.
yeah brah.

so peace, broskis.
blog spot, you've been good.

smellyalata,

krisi :)

fml.

my dad's a homophobe.

...awesome.

fckh8 & tumblr

i have this new obsession.

it's called tumblr.

i don't have one, thinking about getting one though...

but anyways,

people post picture up on other peoples tumblrs, and some of the pictures are AMAZING.

for someone who digs photography like i do, it's astounding.

i find myself creeping anyone's tumble i can to see new pictures.

some are funny too, just sayin'.

ALSO, A LITTLE SIDE NOTE:

www.fckh8.com

GIVER A LOOK. it's my new favourite cause.

besides diabetes.

SPEAKING OF WHICHIEPOO,

hug a diabetic day is coming up soon, along with my anniversary of being diagnosed.

it's been so long now, i actually don't remember the years. i think it's 11.

maybe.

ANYWAYS, all for now.

smellyalata,

krisi :)

give'r a read.

i read this today, and i don't wanna say much about it.

however... i think it's true, and i was surprised as to how much i can relate to it:

"I guess this is growing up. Tear stained pillows every night, staring naked at yourself in the mirror, waiting for that text that will never come, wishing for impossible things, like a thinner body or a pretty face. Growing up is feeling self-conscious enough about yourself to break down crying in the school bathroom and the horrible panicking that comes when you realize that you left your makeup at home, when your mum is screaming at you about school, your friends and you just can’t do anything right. And that one boy that will always have your heart and you will try anything to forget him and get over him but all he does is make you cry. I will never know if its just me that is passing time like this, so painfully. Or am I just crying about stuff that everyone else is brave about."

yeah. just some food for thought?

smellyalata,

monstuur :)>

spanks givin'.

so thanksgiving is coming up.

and supposedly, i am supposed to be thankful for my family, my wealth, my happiness and some shit.



well here's the deal.

i'm not as thankful as i should be, and i know it.

yes, i'm thankful i have my family, even if my mom hates me 82% of the time.

yes, i'm thankful i have money to buy myself the things i want and need.

yes, i'm thankful for being happy... as i am.



but overall, i think i'm more thankful for music & friends.



like, to be all so serious, without music, i would probably be dead now.

and without my great pile of sexy ass mofo friends, i'd be way long dead.



and so, i'm gonna say a BIG THANK YOU too all my loves.



y'all know who you are. but for those who are like "ahshit, i dunnoe if she be talking 'bout meh.", i'm gonna copy someone, only a little. i'm gonna make a list, and in my list, i'm going to put down a memory i have of us. that way, you should figure it out. (and if you aren't on my blog as a stalker, i'm NOT going to add you, because you really shouldn't read my blog anyways, cause it is pretty boring and all...)

-lets cry together over webcam and have a meaning moment? :)


-tittie twister? i get em eery time.


- sexual assault wheelchair! OHLLIGHT. s.MIKY.


- nomz up that cookie dough and chat roulette?


-oh you... you literally are my sister. you know too much about me. and you're so retarded. enjoy that underwear, whore. ;)


- you've probably forgotten about this, but me you and someone else, we used to pretend the yellow poles on the border of LPPS were our boyfriends and we use to hug them and shit. LOL I MISS THAT.


-ahyouu. you somehow got me to talk about stuff i don't normally tell anyone. but you accepted me, and that honestly was the greatest, and i thank you for that. sorry for those big bug bites, by the wayyy...


- BEN AND JERRY'S MOTHER LOAD ANYONE? :D you're great.

okay, i hope you all figured out who you are. :)
i love you, and i'm sorry if i'm ever a d-bag to you, you guys are the most important people in my life, and i'd be so lost without you.
you guys all pulled me up when i was really low, and i thank you so much.
i love you. for ever. ( L )

smellyalata,

krisi :)

are you legit?

yes. yes i am.

lol, no.

okay, well, i think i need to start blogging again.

and not about how i have a gf one minute, and then the next we break up.

i need to go back to blogging about the LAWLZ shit in life.

'cause i vowed not to blog like most people i find, who use this as an outlet.

and don't get my wrong, that is totally cool.

just... i need to be a little different.

and fuck, i KNOW i am GREAT at that.

so.

who remembers cute guy who thinks i'm a lesbian?

HAHA! WELL! GOOD NEWS!

he know's i'm bi.

... OH LOL. yeah, i'm bi, for those who didn't know.

and so thats the good news. :)

i've recently started talked to this fellow, who i should name...

lets name him... SMC.

it stands for "sexual man chocolate."

fuck i hope he doesn't read this.

and anyways, yes. i've started talking to him.

and i'll blog my failed attempts at this, as they happen. :)

smellyalata,

krisi :)

why i leave parties early.

i went to a party tonight. and i left early.

and people there, wanted to know why.

and i'm sure, people are talking...

so here's the story.

my girlfriend and i, broke up.

and now, i'm single. i didn't want to end what we had (...so short.)but i had too.

it wasn't working out for us.

she was ignoring me, and when she did talk to me, it was only about some other guy.

she accused me and shit i didn't do.

we don't get to see each other, often.

you're thinking, "omg krisi, that's so lame."

no. it's not. it's how it is.

i can't handle it.

i guess i'm not ready, and i still have my full fledged trust issues.

i think we did this out of lust, rather love.

if anyone's got questions, please, ask ME.

if people are talking, i would rather them hear the truth, rather than what people think happened.

-me.

pubes.

i bet the title caught your attention.

this post, has NOTHING at all to do with pubes.

this blog post, is basically an update in my ever-pathetic, failing, miserable life :)

so here goes:

THIS IS WHY I HAVEN'T BLOGGED:

1) i'm sorry i haven't blogged in a while. i've been really busy with school, AND THEN summer school.

2) i'm starting up my photography past time. if you wanna see some junk, you can see the fan page i have on facebook for myself:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Krisi-Smile-Photography/106610236057586?ref=ts

or my flickr, which i'm still figuring out how to use and maneuver.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/krisi-smile-photo/

^leave me some lovin' or some hatin'.

or ideas for themes. :)

3) I was computer restricted for about a month, because our PC just decided to fuck shit up, and blow up. okay, it didn't blow up, but it stopped working. so we got a new computer two days ago, and it's a mac! long story short: i had no computer to do fuck all on.

NEWS:

1) i turned 16! and i'm getting (hopefully, if i i pass the test) my G1 tomorrow. stay off the roads. even if you live in china. i will find some way to create a 50 car pile up there.

2) the guy who think's i'm a lesbian, might NOT think that any more.

3) i hate summer school with a FIREY passion. i had to go, because i got a 50% in grade ten math. i just wrote my exam today, and i went into the exam with a 60%. i'll see how i do tomorrow.

4) i'm going to my cottage on saturday, or tomorrow night. so, once again, i shall leave you for a while. i am sorry, dear readers.

OKAY I THINK THIS IS LONG ENOUGH, YA'LL PROBABLY STOPPED READING THIS LOOONG AGO.

i dont even remember how i sign off...

krisi :)

piss off.

i'm going to make a list of all the things i can think of from now (10.36am)
till lunch time (11.00am).

why? cause i fucking feel like it. :)

farts.
periods cramps.
capital letters.
the letter f.
nicolas cage.
big noses.
body hair.
body odour.
mushrooms.
olives.
ketchup (WHAT! KETCHUP?! [yes, yes i hate ketchup.])
when my hair falls outta my head when i rip my brush through it.
my ghetto cell phone.
feet.
math class.
school.
danni. (LMFAO)
homophobes.
fire
deep water
when my feet fall asleep randomly.
random leg cramps that in able you to move.
rock climbing.
facial hair.
finding pubes in my mouth.
magicians.
clowns.
people that sneak up on me. (just now like my teach did wtf.)
my pc.
headaches.
when my eyeliner
smudges.
my tiny hands.
working out.
ugly pictures of me. okay, most pictures of me.
runny noses.
emptying the dishwasher.
being told
what i am GOING to do.
when people tell me something that isn't true. like, i'll say "last night i had a good sleep." and someone else'll be like "no. we fucked all last night." and try to be serious about it. like, forealz. stfu.
when my cleavage
picks up dirt, wtffffffff.

okay. thats all i can think of, and its actually 10.49am.

smellyalata,

krisi :)

(things that i like, coming soon.)

nostril rapee

i don't really know how this happens,
but i have somehow managed to get a cut, in my nose.

how the FUCK does this happen?
and yes, this would happen to me.
i'm really not surprised...

but HOW?
its like, IN my nose.
not on the outside, its in the in-fucking-side, man.

do i shove a band aid up there?

and i have no idea how i got a cut there.
no, i don't pick my nose, okay thanks.

shit happens, obvli.

smellyalata,

krisi :)