I have been nothing but productive these last few days. For one, I tidied my room.. there was so much shizz in there, you wouldn't even believe it :) And I am up to date with all my schoolwork. I dare to say I am brilliant. :P
Anyway, I have justs finished getting ready for a party. Maybe this boy that I've seen a few times, and rather must admit he is quite lovely looking, might be there... but then again, maybe not.
I haven't some of my stories in a while but I have some free time on my hands i might just get round to it :D.

Chynna xx

I've been thinking about my ex-boyfriend. More than usual in fact... it hurts me :(. I shouldn't really be thinking about him, I should just move on with my life... except it's hard. REAL hard and I'm not exaggerating...
Ah, enough of my prattling on.. I started a new story again, although the story is still unknown. Here is the prologue:

--February 29th. A day when a woman can propose to their man... nonsense if you ask me. If the man hasn't asked you to marry him up until that day, then obviously he doesn't want to marry you. See, I'm not big on the whole 'romance' thing. The 'romantic dinners, walks in the park, nights in' lead up to the proposal makes me want to rip my guts out in frustration. The 'you hang up, no you hang up' kind of relationship makes me want to barf and the giving and exchanging of little gifts like teddy bears, chocolates, etc... well don't get me started. And then there's Valentine's Day, the most commercialized day in the whole year. That is why on Valentine's Day this year, I intend on staying in with a nice mug of hot cocoa in my pajamas watching repeats of 'Will & Grace' instead of going out on the 'pull', as they call it, with my mates.
Meet me, Kimmy Lorrel, a seventeen-year old going fifty, bitter teenager who probably in the mind of other people has no concept on love.

Like it, because I most certainly am proud of it.
I found a new creative writing site besides Quizilla. It's call Mibba and looks quite good :) I might check it out after I post this.

I'm cutting edge -- sharp, witty and quick on the mark (well most of the time).
But then again, I sometimes feel... neglected. Doesn't everyone at some point in their life? Bored, that's what I am. Bored of life, I want something more exciting to be honest. The lack of a love life could contribute to the fact that I'm honest-to-God bored. Life just isn't interesting and I ask this question with a lot of sincerity...
Where have all the good guys gone?
I MEAN IT!! I swear, all god guys have been replaced by boys who constantly need an ego-boost or only have one thing on their mind.. you know.
All I want is a guy who loves me for who I am really.

Chynna xx