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Name: Kerri
Birthday: 9/1/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: GOD!!! ping-pong, watching good movies, reading, quoting movies, VOLLEYBALL, my family and friends my dog, music, my guitar carol, summer, food, violet crumble bars, traveling around the globe, skiing, VCC, playing gamecube, and so many other things that I can't think of right now.
Expertise: um...making stupid jokes that I think are funny, eating, spelling incorrectly, and falling down.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/8/2005
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Amazing Grace
By Ioan Gruffudd, Romola Garai, Benedict Cumberbatch, Albert Finney, Michael Gambon
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Life right now is............
what? you tell me.
I'm gonna brush me teeth, and then go to the dentist. :)
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| Well. lookey here. it's good 'ole xanga. and here I am, updating it.
my hands are really dry. like they are crumbling and crackling all over the place. ha great mental picture there. My sister, christine, always gets extremely dry hands in the winter. partly because her job. she has to wash her hands all the time with some strong chemical so that people will get their clean cup 'o joe. Her husband, ryan, cleverly coined the phrase "iguana paws" to describe her hands. so I am stealing it to describe my hands today. plus it's our bands name on rock band. :)
so for a few people... *ahemMIAahem* I thought I would finally post some of my lyrics/poems ( whatever they are) they're not any good so don't get your hopes up. ;) ha, seriously. some may be depressing ...that was just the mood I was in..sorry..
here are a couple. ( sorry it's so wordy looking..or is)
so she said she's finally okay with who she is. This journey of self-discovery has been hard. Harder than most. We all feel like we've had the worst. But her's was trying. Especially difficult. She's been to some places she's had nightmares about. She thought about giving up. Quite a bit. But something stayed her hand. Something greater than her. She needs that strength again. To, like a waterfall, pour over her, and crush her with its great lightness. She's about to fall. She's already failed, and she might just give up. People ignore, because people have their own problems. People pass over, because they don't want to deal. She's waiting for someone to come up and grasp her hand. She's looking for someone trustworthy to hold her heart. I look into her beckoning eyes in the mirror. I can't hold her gaze. She's been waiting for so long. I feel like I let her down. This journey of self-discovery has been hard. And it's not over yet. She thought she was finally okay, but she's still waiting. She's still changing. Each day is a new adventure, and brings along a new mountain to surpass. She's still looking for someone to hold her heart. She's still waiting...still waiting. But she's slowly falling apart.
'nother one:
Because there He is, and here am I. I come before His throne with hands lifted high. These filthy rags I call my clothes, cannot atone for what I have done. Take them Lord, along with this wretched heart. Cleanse them Lord! And crown me with a crown of gold!
ha! a silly short one:
A thousand angels, all in a line. A thousand angels, frozen in time. A thousand angels, oh, won't joy be mine! When a thousand and one angels, are all in a line.
one I wrote a long time ago:
Subconscious Dreams
The rain comes falling down, and I can hear no sound except the beating of my heart, that lets me know I'm still awake.
I was numb. I was standing in an empty room, the room you had just left. I felt so hurt and broken, I covered it with joking, to mask the pain I felt inside.
I am conscious. I am here. Because this dream I've had, has never felt so real.
I was standing in a garden, the one you had just walked into. It was bright and sunny, with flowers all in bloom. Subconsciously I knew, that spring was in the air. Despite my calm surroundings I felt something strange. How can I name this emotion, when I've never felt it before? I look at you, and I know you feel it too. It is beautiful, this thing we share. You smile at me, and I know it's there. You fade away, but the feeling remains. As I come out of this peaceful dream, I have a sense of who I want to be. And my troubled mind is given a rest, as the rain comes falling down and I can hear no sound....no sound except the beating of the wind on the roof, that keeps me from falling asleep.
soo. there you have it.
later 'taters...
kerri
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| Hallo Kerri Kalina Fan Club, This is not Kerri. Dude, I wish I was, but so sorry, it’s not happening. Maybe tomorrow. As for now, I happen to be Mia - some person who is not Kerri. I’m here to update you all on Kerri’s excitingly busy life because mine is not, and so I have the time to, and she doesn’t. Wow, I have a lot of run-on sentences. Great fun. So anyways, let’s begin: ~ Hi, this is Kerri’s xanga. Kerri is not available right now, but you can listen to me! Kerri’s really busy amid a constant barrage of home work. She goes to classes for school, so I don’t know why she’s home schooled. But anyways, she’s really busy and really tired, obviously. She’s got volleyball for a while, so she has no time to call unimportant people. But if you call her and she picks up, it’ll be polite for her to talk to you, so call her anyways. I’m sorry but you really can’t call her at any time on October 27th because her madre and dadre would really like her all to herself. If you want to make Kerri happy, just chuck a can of coke at her. Maybe Dr. Pepper. Anything caffeinated. Um, what else is there to say? Nothing much, so I’ll probably just stick pictures of the Infamous Kerri agui. Prepare to be in love: Numero uno - 
This is Kerri laughing. [Oooo.. Ohhhh.. Ahhhhh..] It's not interesting, I think. But I put it up anyways. Numero dos - 
That would be Kerri and her cooler-than-Kerri-by-a-ton sister Elaine at Tyler. Kerri's trying to show off her amazing guitar skills, but random peopole kept telling her to start over so that thay could videotape it. And she's sweaty. O.. kay. Numero tres - 
In case anyone ever wanted to know, this is what Kerri looks like when she's faking being asleep. FAKER FAKER FAKER! Numero cuatro - 
No comment. Numero cinco - 
I'll now fiinsh this weird post by showing the world possibly the most attractive picture of Kerri. Can you say "wow"? Probably not. Anyways. ~ That's it, ladies and probably MANY gents. I hope you have gained interesting info on the wonderful properties of being in the Kerri Kalina Fan Club. Actually, there aren't any wonderful properties, but that's ok. And in case Kerri wants to know, it took my THREE tries to get into her xanga because I kept spelling "pieces" wrong. Not funny. There are no requirements to being in the Kerri Kalina Fan Club. I think you just have to like her a bunch and care enough for her to say hi. You can send her fan mail to her address. Oh, you don't know it? That's okay. To be serious, I think we should all pray for her before she dies of over-exhuastion. Now I'll finish this post so I can go and survey my handiwork. Mia. P.S. Do have a good day and remember not to stick things in your ears, especially not flaming matches, as studies have probably shown that doing that may damage them. Whoops. | | |
| just a quick update... so I went to renew my permit since it expired on my birthday...I had come straight from work so I had my McAlister's t-shirt on. haha. okay, so, it feels pretty pointless to go to the dps, fight the hordes of people that come on a Friday afternoon, just to renew my stinkin permit. I mean, I should already have my license by now. but being the great procrastinator that I am....yeah. Thankfully it's not too crowded. We get our little number and go sit down. I look over and see a man I totally recognize. Oh, my uncle and cousin are here too. My cousin Robert is getting his permit for the first time. How sweet. So we go over and talk to them and in the process happen to miss our number, 96 (for those of you that wanted to know), flash up on the screen. hah this reminds me of the little screens at church that are on the sancuary wall so that if some couple's cute little Johnny is misbehaving, they just flash up the number of the kid (every little kid has a number in our church, taped to their back like a nametag) and the parent looks at the number, prays a little prayer that that is not the number of their kid, and looks at the little card they have with the number on it. I always watch this with amusement. whenever I see the red numbers come up I scan the crowd of parents franticly looking for their number card and I pick which one I think is going to be the one with little misbehaving 173. hah, anyways. sidenote. where was I? oh yeah. we miss our number. so being the rebels that we are, we decided to go stand in line anyway even tho the red number was already on 6 again. we stand in line. we stand in line...some more. Oh, I forgot to mention, that by this time.....the dps is pretty much packed with ppl. and my uncle has left. with my cousin. and I am pretty much mentally beating myself for not working on my license over the two summers that I've had it. oh, just to let you know...this story really has no point, so if you've read this far you can stop reading and go buy yourself a cookie. For those of you that don't like cookies or are too broke to buy one.. (like me) lets finish this lame story! So in conclusion, as I get up to the counter of the nice lady thats going to renew my permit, the mental kicking is still going on, and I'm just hoping it will only take 5 minutes. Of course, the nice lady looks at me like I'm crazy because I'm renewing my permit. she has to ask the other ladies around her how to do it because she hasn't done it in forever! but she gets over this quickly and tells me to stick me forehead on a greasy platform where countless thousands have already put their greasy foreheads on over the course of the day, (do ppl think about cleaning this thing?) to make sure that I don't have to be restricted to wearing glasses while I drive. I also got to put my thumbprint down, and sign my signature. Then this nice lady decides to take a picture of me. I guess she wanted to capture with a camera the only person in the world that had to renew her permit. hah actually, I think they think it's some special treat for the permit-renewers to get a real plastic card with our picture on it just like the people with real licenses!! hah. so yeah. I get my picture taken. and then we are free to go. We run out, and I drive home. Hopefully the next time I see the inside of that building is when I'll be getting my license. heheh >) kerri | | |
| SO, I have finally found the time to update. Hooray.
Man, I am dead today. ahh this is so aggravating. I have like NO motivation to do anything....which is retarded because this is like the busiest month ever....
Why did I sign up for four volleyball camps again?? and two of them are back to back.Oh man, I'm going to be tired by the end of this week. I just keep telling myself that it will all be over by Sunday at 12:30. and then...I can die. oh wait...except I can't because then I have two more camps. AH!
So...my life is busy right now. and hectic. and depressing. I miss my sister. and my rock solid Abs. : D and my falling-apart loser frriend. : P and my dadre and madre. :( and Jody. ahh.
I really wish I could finish driver's ed and history, so I could officially graduate from 10th grade. maybe I should do that right now instead of sitting around complaining about my life! ahh! what a brilliant idea!
Well....thanks for listening to me...I feel better.
ha. :)
love you peoples..
kerri
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