February 28th, 2002


Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.

I was feeling pretty moody tonight, so when I went to Kroger to pick up some essentials, I made a detour into the Easter candy aisle.

Forget Valentine's Day. I've always been thoroughly convinced that Easter has the best candy. Cadbury Eggs, Peeps, the little bunny- and ducky-shaped SweetTarts...

I was picking out my favorites, hoping to cheer myself up, when I saw it.

It was this little yellow ducky, labeled "My First Keychain."

I was looking at how cute it was when I noticed the package said it made sounds.

I pressed the little button cleverly disguised as a wing.

Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.

Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.

I don't know why, but it reached me. I've been obsessed with ducks as long as I can remember, and this little ducky was there for me. I stood there in the aisle and pressed its wing about ten times in a row, pressing it for dear life.

Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.

Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack.

(In case you had to ask, yes I bought the little ducky.)
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I borrowed the idea for this from not_hothead_yet:

Poll #21081 So...

What do you think of me?

I hate you. I wish you'd die.
I don't really know you.
I'd like to get to know you better.
You're okay, I guess.
You're pretty cool.
You're one of my friends.
You're one of my best friends.
You are my sun and my moon. Will you run away with me?


One of the nicest compliments I've ever received was from my college friend Courtney. She recounted to me a conversation she'd had with this guy where she said that everyone is just out to get whatever they from you and then she said, "Wait. I can think of one person who's not like that. Kelly's not like that."

Of course, this didn't mean that she -- or anyone else, for that matter -- treated me any better.

I've always been the dependable friend, never the fun one. In high school I was the one who got left behind -- not even invited -- while the rest of the crew took a break from their backstabbing to go see Legends of the Fall. My high-school "best friend" would come and complain to me when she was having a fight with another friend, then as soon as they made up, she'd take off with them and ignore me.

I care about people. I try to treat people the way I would like to be treated. That's just the way I am, even though through my life so far only a few of my "friends" have been loyal to me.

I'm just sick of being the dependable one who actually cares and for her pains gets accused of being a stalker and a weirdo. I'm tired of being told what's wrong with me.
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