Even the brightest stars, eventually burn out.

"Trust is like a vase... once it's broken, though you can fix it the vase will never be the same again." ~Anonymous

I'm sorry it's almost like I've disappeared. And to be truthful, I really have been doing those small, unneeded tasks people do when they are home without plans.

Like vacuum the hallway. And watch "The Karate Kid." And fall asleep at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Or take a shower a few times a day.

Summer vacation is only good for one thing: getting away from it all.

But when you are like me (anti-camp), and your mother's car is constantly having problems (preventing me from being dropped off at my grandmother's), and you've done about every possible thing to obtain your interest--you can conclude: Summer Vacation is boring.

Now I know, about any Guido, beach bum, camp-junkie, and about 3/4 of America's population will tell you: "SUMMER RULES, DUDE."

May I just say, they said dude?

Point given.

Anyway I've basically just being hanging around my house. Watching Rachael Ray in the morning and sitting around reading the rest of the day. I've also seemed to be drawn to the dusty keyboard in the corner of my room a lot, recently. Figuring out chords to songs *cough*DON'T STOP BELIEVING*cough* and just playing them over and over again. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the next "Greyson Michael Chance"?

I'm just as pale as your neighborhood albino lifeguard, and it's so weird. I purposely don't put sun block on, sit in direct sunlight, and NOTHING happens. It's just the albino-lifeguard blood then, huh?

Oh how I wish I had a pool. A nice in-ground square concrete pool. Complete with a diving board and a painting of zebra on the bottom. That would be nice wouldn't it... now if only it were real.

Don't you hate when people are trying to compare a movie to their life?
They are always like, "Kayla, you know that movie, Say Anything?"
I answer, "Why, yes, I do. It's great..."
Then I'm cut off, "Don't you just WISH that a guy would do the boombox-thingie in REAL LIFE?"
I just want to go up to them and scream, "WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK THE PEOPLE IN SAY ANYTHING LIVE? "FAKE LIFE"?"

Yes it may be fiction, but it is a portrayal of life.

Tune in for Cake Boss, stay away from drugs, and don't step on my blue suede shoes,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 72 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my head: "Telephone" by Lady Gaga
What I ate (that I remember): An apple, pizza, and some chiken nuggets (oh yes, be jealous).