It Turns Out You Can't Save People From Themselves

Blair once said that I was the voice of reason in this gang. The mother that yells at you people when you're being idiots and hugs you when you're crying. So that's exactly what I'm gonna do right now. Yell at you. Because you ARE acting like idiots. Guys seriously cut it out. Life is tough. Deal with it. There is no negotation in that part. You either suck it up and go along with it or make yourself the victim and suffer for suffering.

A broken heart. Yes you will have them and yes they hurt. But guess what? The world doesn't stop because your heart got broken. Things happen for a reason. If the relationship didn't work it is because it wasn't meant to be in the first place. At least not at the moment. Life is a perfect plan and out of that perfect plan every situation, every expirence is carefully taken into action. If it didn't work out in the first try, try again, or move on. But go forward. Don't stay in pause because the world WON'T wait for you. Love IS about rejection. Getting your heart broken is just another way to remember that you're alive. Don't go begging for love, wishing for love, or crying for love. Just LIVE!

Love triangles. Guys, c'mon. You go through this as if it was the end of the world. Maybe it is for you, but hell the world doesn't end because of this. As I told you already. THINGS HAPPEN FOR A FUCKING REASON! It gets on my nerves to see longlife friends yell at each other because of something like this. I know, seeing the boy you love be with someone else hurts. I won't deny that, but don't fall for someone unless their willing to catch you. Everyone, YES EVERYONE, has someone special meant for them and sometimes, that special someone turns out to be the last person you expected. If this person doesn't love you back, sweeties, don't waste your love on it. Move on, because in the long run, that's way better than living a lie.

Depression. Yes, everyone is entitle to feel sad sometimes, but some of you abuse the priviledge. Guys, c'mon, you act like you're 60 and upset about where your life ended up. Dudes, you're young! You got your whole freaking weird life ahead of you! You have the chance to grow up with style and live every freaking crazy moment of it. Every 60 seconds you spend angry or upset is a minute of happiness you will never get back. You may think I'm acting like Little Miss Sunshine over here, but what the fuck is wrong about that? Someone has to make everyone's life a little bit more happy. I think the whole reason all of you are depressed is because something is not ok in your lives. Either because you have a broken heart, had a bad day, are involve in a love triangle, where you're standing, whatever, but dudes, you'll never feel better if you don't let all of that go and start all over. Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness. Who cares what others think? You are who you are and you should love it. No one is 100% like you and will never be.


Pablo Neruda wrote a poem and I think all of you should read it and understand it.

It Is Now Forbidden

It is now forbidden to cry without learning.

To wake up one day and no longer have dreams.

To become afraid of your own memories.

It is now forbidden to not smile in the face of adversity.

To stop fighting for those you love.

To abandon it all because of your fears.

Or to give up in making your own dreams come true.

It is now forbidden to pretend we don't need to understand each other.

To place less value in the lives of others.
To ignore each of us has a unique path to joy...

It is now forbidden not creating your story.

To not have a moment for the people that need you.

To not understand that life gives but also takes.

It is now forbidden to give up on happiness.

To abandon all optimism.

To quit improving ourselves.

To believe the world will be a better place without you.

So guys, be happy, because life goes by very fast. I don't want you to wake up one day and wonder 'what would have happened if...?'. Life will be tough at times, but that's why we got each other. We are best friends and as Brookie once said, 'Best friends. It's not a label, it is a promise.' I'm here for you. Always have and always will. I will continue to yell at you when you're being idiots and hug you when you're crying. Because I LOVE YOU.

It's A Love Story

Finally the day I bet my brother waited for tossing and turning in his bed all week. I woke up early today and for the first time I didn't complain, because it wasn't about me, I was doing it for my brother, and that was my commitment to make his day special. I got up and took the longest cold shower ever. When I went to my room I took a long gaze at the golden dress hanging on my closet door. I was going to wear a dress. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. I mean, I got nothing against dresses, they are nice and all but I just don't really like wearing them. The girls all arived at my house so I could help them with their hairdo's and stuff, since after my mother died I became the gang's personal styler. I asked Katie the night before how she wanted us to look and she gave a planned physical apperance planner. I took about two hours to get through all the girls. Carson and Blair kept complaning about putting make-up in their face but I told them that if they opened their mouth once more I beat the shit out of them. I wasn't feeling too good. My head was threatening with exploding at any given moment and the talking wasn't doing any good. But I got through with it. Finally I was able to get myself ready and tell the girls to wait for me at the church. Katie was up and I told her to change, that I would do her make-up and stuff at the bride's room. Darrel helped me get Soda to his place and we tried to avoid having them see each other since Jamie told me it was bad luck that the bride and groom saw each other but until the wedding officially started. I got Katie to Westbrook Avenue and I started doing her hair and make-up. Another hour went by as I got her even more pretty than usual very slowly. I left her with her other bridesmaids and ran over to the groom's room. Darry, Pony, Steve, and Soda where there. Darry was adjusting Soda's tux and I asked Pony where the rest of the groomsmen where. You know, Johnny, Two-Bit, and Dally. Pony told me they were looking for someone to help them fix their ties and stuff. I rolled my eyes and ran to get them, again. They were wandering around and I told them to be in the groom's room and wait there. Two-Bit smiled at me when I was fixing his apperance and told him to help me up here. Again, I rushed over to the room. Soda was standing there, looking handsomer than ever. He had a huge smile on his face and looked very proud of what he was about to do. I told the guys to give me a minute alone with him and of course they complained because I was contradicting myself but I didn't care. "So, how you feeling?" I asked my brother. Soda took a deep breath. "Kind of nervous but in a good way." He said. I smiled. "You know, mom and dad would be proud." I said. "Yeah, I bet they would be." I took a step towards him and fixed his bowtie. "You know I'm proud of you too." I said looking at him. He chuckled. What did he expect? I'm a corny human being. "You are?" "But of course. Just for the plain simple fact of you being you." I said. "I love you sis." "I love you too." And then we hugged each other and I got used to the idea that there was another important girl in my brother's life. Go him.

After that I ran all over the church making sure things were going smoothly. I'm a control freak. What can I say? I just wanted all to be the nearest to perfect. That was until Darrel told me to calm down and got me my aspirin. Yay. The wedding then started, and I stood with the other bridesmaids at Katie's side. When the wedding ceremony was over, we started to party. After a few dances and one special one with my brother, it was time to tell my speech. Which, so that you guys know, I worked very hard on the whole week because of my lack of inspiration. What is it with things missing when they are essential? I got up into the podium and asked for everyone's attention.

"Everyone, I'm going to take some minutes of your unconditional attention because I want to adress a few words to those present."

I took a long breath trying to remember what I had come up with those past few nights.

"For those who don't know me, I'm KitKat Curtis, Sodapop's younger and wiser sister."

I said, chuckling at the fact that everyone did know who I was, but hey, you never know. I took a deep breath and stood there. Suddenly everything I had come up with fade away from my mind. I couldn't remember anything that I had written down and memorized. I looked at everyone. They were all staring at me, waiting for words to come out of my mouth. I have never felt nervous talking in public, but I didn't know what to do. Why did it have to happen to me? At the most important time, why me? So I decided, to just talk. Share what my heart felt.

"Sodapop is a person that does after what he wants. We all know him. And we know Katie here was no exception.

The past few months, maybe even the past year, it wasn't easy for us. For any of us. We sticked together, just like family does, and even though there were times when we wanted to strangle each other, we hold on.

I was a witness for my brother's broken heart. Those moments when out of now where, he would burst into tears. I'll tell you what my first thought was: 'I'm going to strangle the next girl that dares break his heart.' It was no surprise then that when Sodapop met Katie at that party that Steve literally dragged him to -because who goes to a party at 3 in the morning?, only Steve- and came home to tell us about it, I had the same feeling or attitude towards Katie as any other girl that had gotten romantically involved with him. But, I gave her some credit since she didn't laugh at any of our totally unique names, so that was the first step for liking her. Go her."

I stopped for a moment. I had a huge smile on my face and my voice was happy and high. I gave the emotion for each part as I intended to and looked at the young couple before me. I put a small rebel brown hair behind my shoulder and continued.

"Katie taught me something, and she realized it before I did. After my paretns died, life was tough. No doubt about that. They had left an unfilled hole in my chest. I saw couples fighting all the time. Guys beating up girls, girls cheating on guys. It was horrible. I had lost hope in this powerful little word called 'love'. What was love anyway? Love didn't exist. Love was an illusion. I needed so desperately to know that two people could stay in love with each other, forever. When these two started dating, it took me a while to learn that love did exist. Call me cheesy or corny or whatever it is you want to call me, but it was there, and it was amazingly strong. When I turned sixteen years-old, Katie threw me a party, that I would spare the details of because we all remember it."

I made a pause, looked at Katie and smiled. I made more emphazis on my words. I wanted to leave the message clear.

"That day, that November 21st day, I went over to her and asked her if we could talk. She said -what else?- of course. I asked her: 'How do you do it? How can you love a person for so long? How do you know they are the right person?' Katie looked at me, smiled, took a long deep breath, and with her usual sweet voice said: 'Find someone who loves you for you. That is the person worth to stay with.' It was that moment, that I realized she had taught me probably the most important lesson in my whole life. In that moment, she became more than just a friend to me; she became, unknowingly, my older sister."

I smiled at myself. I could see the joy and smile on Katie's face. My gaze turned for a moment to the people around me. Those crazy fellows I call best friends. They were paying close attention to my words and I could swear for a moment, Darry looked like he was about to cry. Tough enough. I took another deep breath, and my voice was high and emphatic again.

"Now, I'm going to tell you the most important thing that I learned from my brother, and best friend, Sodapop Curtis. Forgiveness."

I said the word with a sweet calm voice. There was another pause. I turned to look at Soda. The look on his face was priceless. He looked so proud of what he had just done, it took my breath away. Then, my voice turned high and emphatic again and I talked to Soda more than to anyone else in particular.

"Despite whatever life throws ag him, he welcomes it with a huge smile on his face and open arms. How does he do it? I didn't know. Maybe I still don't know, because it ain't something you will find in a book, or doesn't have a whole logical explanation attached to it. It's a feeling and feelings are complicated. He taught me that things will eventually get better. It may be stormy right now but it just can't rain forever. He taught me to smile at life even if it didn't smile back. because every sixty seconds we spend angry or upset, it's a minute of happiness we'll never get back."

I stopped for a moment. It amazed me the things that my heart had to say. It was better than the speech I had written using my head. Things turn out better when we close our heads and let our hearts do their job.

"Looking at them, I feel envious of the gift they share, and I hope that one day I'll be lucky enough to find someone that will share the same gift with me."

I turned to look at Two-Bit, who had a huge smile on his face. He was smiling at me. I winked at him and his smile grew bigger. I felt my heart race and slow down at the same time. For a moment, things became simple.

I raised my glass of wine, directing it towards Katie and Soda. The room was silent. I had the last word.

"Katie, welcome to the family."

I said with a sweet, high, and loving voice. The room turned into a burst of applause. I walked down the podrium and walked over to Katie and Soda. I gave each of them a hug and let them enjoy their night. Two-Bit stood there, looking tough in his leather jacket and suit. "Nice speech." He said. I smiled and I could feel the blush taking over my cheeks. "Thanks." I said. The music started all over again. He looked down for a moment. Then, back at me. "Can I have this dance?" He asked, extending his hand for me to take it. "I would love to."

All Fun And Games 'Till Someone Gets Hurt

Thursday night I came back from Cali. I have seriously never been more glad to be back. I drived the whole way back here and I think I almost killed everyone. But being my friends, Blair, Car, and Two-Bit ride in my car no matter how many times I nearly kill them. Thanks guys. Anyway, it's an ten hour journey so just imagine. I can't sit still for an entire hour class, just imagine ten hours straight, so what we did was sing songs and stuff. We woke up at six in the morning to more or less get home by four. Who wakes up early this days? We all went to a party Wednesday night, to enjoy our last night in the beach, so we went to sleep like at three. We were all either drunk or just plain tired. Blair and I were the only ones sober, since she's pregnant (duh) and I'm banned from alcohol, so I had to drive. The first three hours I don't know how I managed to get us safely through the highway but we got there. Yay me. Anyway, we got to Tulsa around six. By that time we were just sick of the highway and wanted to lay down anywhere. When I got home, I swear I had never seen my brothers so happy to see me. They were having dinner and I just bursting in saying "Queen KittyKat is back!" and they immediatley jumped from their sits and went on to greated me. Darry reached me first, gave me a huge bear hug and spun me around, like I was the brand new toy. Then after almost puking all over the place cause of the nonestop spins, Soda can over and tackled me. And hugged on the floor. Kind of weird but still nice. He messed up with my recently brushed hair and wrestled with me. He even let me say 'Meow' this time. Go me. As for Ponyboy, he told me that if I ever left again he was going to beat me and I was like "Sure kid. But you're still my favourite" with a low whisper and I messed up with his hair this time, since he is pretty short for me. Anyway, after that I took all my things to my room and went to sleep, I was too damn tired for my 'nearly-dead' expirence.

The next morning I woke up at noon. There was no one home just a letter that said "Went to work. Didn't want to wake you up. Enjoy no school today. Don't do anything reckless. Love, Darry." Sigh. He has too little trust on me. Either way, I invited Two-Bit to my place and he catched me up with some news that we were having a rumble later that day and of course, a partay! That made my day, except for the fact that I knew I wouldn't be part of the rumble, which just sucks. Later that day, the whole gang was over at my house and we were discussing the whole rumble thing. I was following Darry around and literally begging for him to let me be part of the rumble but all he said was a big fat 'NO', he didn't even let me give my arguments. "Ponyboy here is going and the kid can barely defend himself." "I don't care, you're not going." "It's because I'm a girl right? Fuck it's because I'm a girl!" And so on and so forth. Steve, Soda, and Two-Bit tried to convince him otherwise but he's hot-head won't let me. That pissed me off. In the end it was Brookie, Blair, Katie, Jamie, Evie, and me alone in the house. I crossed my arms and sat down at in the couch pissed off at the dick face of my brother. Brookie tried to cheer me up saying that she wasn't allowed either but frankly that pissed me off even more. In the end Blair laughed at me and when I asked her why she said "Because you're really stupid for actually doing what Darry tells you. I'm surprised you took his crap and are not there already". That made me think for a sec. Blair was right. I have total right to beat the crap of those socs if I wanted to. I stood up and rushed out of my house towards the parking lot.

The fight had already started but I was there and it was cool. I got there, trying to see how everyone was doing. Carson was doing pretty good, she has never needed help, but when I saw Jells, I immidiatly rushed towards her, just to find myself hit in the face by a douche. I just punched back, in the face and the stomach. I got a soc off Jells back and we both started to beat the crap out of them, until Dallas came in and finished it for us. "Glad to see you here." Jells said. "Glad to be here." And then, thanks to the distraction, two socs punched me from behind and were literally over me. I have never been in a rumble, neither have I ever been jumped, this was a whole new expirence for me, and even though I tried the hardest, trying to get two big guys off me within punchs and kicks wasn't easy. Darry came to my rescue. He was fucking mad, but he let it go. He just told me how to easily knock them out and if the cops got there, beat the hell out of there immediatley, and for the first time he said something I have never heard him say before. "I'm proud of you kid." I looked up at him, not believing my ears. He was proud of me? Of me? How? Why? In the darkness of the confusion I found myself in an atmosphere I was stranger to. It hit me right then and there. I shook the feeling and started to beat the socs up. All the times they had jumped and scared my friends, all the times they had made my life myserable, they were finally paying the price. Nothing could stop me. Without noticing, I was face to face with a guy probably way bigger and stronger than me. But rage and anger took over and I was instantly punching him everywhere, and he did the same. He punched me straight in the nose and almost broke it. Blood was purring all over me. It made me sick and dizzy. I couldn't let it control me. Not again. I was tired of being scared of blood. I shook the feeling and punched the soc so hard in the face that I'm surprised I didn't broke my nuckles. Dallas came over me. "Nice one Kit." He said and took off. I hadn't seen Dawn, but she was there, and she was getting beat up pretty badly. I don't know why I felt like this, but anger was conquering me. I truly HATED those socs. No one beats my best friend but me! Pack of jerks. It was three against one. I tried to take them off her, but it wasn't easy, and one of them slap me in the face saying something along the lines of 'back off bitch'. One of them knocked me out so hard, I hit the floor. Everyting hurted. I couldn't feel anything and I was half unconcious, you can just imagine the pain and the strongness of the punchs and kicks. The next thing I knew was Soda shaking me urgently to wake up. I saw Two-Bit in the distance beating the crap of the same soc that knocked me unconcious. Soon after that, the socs all runned away in their stupid existance and Soda helped me up. Woah, I truly felt like shit, but it felt good nonetheless.

Later that night, we returned to my house for a party in victory. Blair smiled at me when she saw me all covered in blood and gave me a thumps up. I told her it would have been way better if her preggo self could have come. She just looked at me with her 'evil look', joking of course. I went straight to be bathroom to puke my guts off at too much blood, but felt good with myself. Soda and Pony started to get everything ready, while Darry helped me heal the bruises and cuts. He used fucking alcohol! That hurted like shit. I kept yelling and urgen him to stop, and everyone laughed. I couldn't help but laugh at times also. I had a black eye and several cuts and bruises. Made me look so tough. ;) We got music loud and we started to party. Two-Bit brought tons of beer and with 'approval' of Darrel got myself drunk to hell. That felt even better! Missed you my dear friend alcohol. After a some music and a couple of beers later, we started playing a new invented game by Steve. It was called: Beer Ball. I hope the title was self-explanatory. We went outside and took all of our beer bottles, full and empty. Pony took the bat and we started playing the game. The basic idea was, we threw the beer bottled and hit it with the bat. Got ourselves showered in the alcoholic substance and tried to miss the glass pieces of each bottle. We all got our turn and when it was mine, I hit the bottle and instead of breaking it, it was thrown to a tree. Why? I don't know. But anyway, Two-Bit started climbing the tree to get it. It was the funniest thing he has ever done. He was so drunk he couldn't keep his balance. He felt several times and laughed. Then, he couldn't get off, so we had to get him off ourselves. It was funny because between Dallas and Soda they tried to get him off and they couldn't get themselves balanced either. So we let him there until we managed a way to get him off. Sorry Tibby. Anyway, anyone else want to add what happened after that? I just remember the cops driving by cause some apeface (not you guys, the apefaces we got as neighbours) called them cause our music was 'disturbing the peace' and we ran out towards my house, leaving Two-Bit still stuck on a tree. We laughed our heads off because he kept making noises and since the cops couldn't see him got pretty scared and just drive off. So cops are fat, annoying, and stupid. LOL.

The Years Go On... And It's So Weird To Be Back There.

So I got like a super mega ultra special idea! I decided to start posting too about my memories as a kid. So some posts would be from my point of view when I was younger. It can be 6, 12, 8, 4, etc. You get the point.

I walked towards my room. There was a pink book lying in the night table. I brought with me wherever I went. So peaceful, full of memories and thoughts of a girl. A girl that came to stay. It was decorated with hearts and flowers. At the upper middle was a name written, formed with gemstones that made up each letter. "KitKat" I smiled. I wonder how long I have kept that little pink book. It was my secret place. The only place where I could say just whatever I want the way I wanted. No one looked inside it and it was mine. A piece of something to call mine. There was no one in the house, so I decided to read it. See what I had to say when my life was easier and my worries were about who had the brand new toy. Simply, the thoughts of a child. I turned the cover over and little by little, I began to read the words that filled each page. The time clock went backwards, and suddenly, as if it was by magic, I found myself with only six years. Eleven years I went back in time. Who knew time passed so quickly? Looking at the purple-ink letters, I smiled. I was a kid once again.

Today there was no school. Yay! That made me oh so happy! No school means, spending time with Dawn! And I always like spending time with my BFF. I woke up early to get ready and go to her house. When I stepped into the dinning room, dad was just finishing coffee and was ready to go to work. He's always working. I wished I saw more of him. But it's always fun when he comes home in the night. He takes us to play football or maybe for an ice-cream if he got paid that day. He smiled when he saw me and kissed me on the forehead as he walked out the door and straight to his job. Mom stepped out of the kitchen, holding a plate with pancakes. That made me sad. I don't like pancakes and mom knows that. The why did she made pancakes? She put the plate on the table and called us to come eat breakfast. I had definitley woke up early. Usually, Soda or Darry have to come and wake me up. But not today, because I'm going over to Dawn's and I'm so excited! Pony and Soda raised each other to the table, almost knocking each other as my mom scolded both of them to be careful. I was too sad about the pancakes to laugh at them. "Mom. Why did you make pancakes? I don't like pancakes." I said. Mom turned to look at me just as she was finished serving the food in my brother's plates. She smiled at me and leaned closer. "I know sweetie, that's why I made something special for you." I smiled. I loved how my mommy always gave me special surprises. Pony disagreed. "How come she get's special surprises?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Because she's the little princess in the family." I chuckled as Darry kissed me morning and messed with Pony's hair. "Still, not fair." Pony complained.

Later that day, Darry walked with me to Dawn's house. It isn't far away. Actually, they live just a block away or something, but for some reason, mom doesn't like that I wonder around town alone. So either Darry or Soda walk with me. It's kind of sad. Because I love to wonder. But Soda says it has something to do with the kids from the other side of town. The nice side. I tried not to really think about it. The less I think about something, the less complicated it gets. Weird, right? Anyway, Dawn's dad welcomed me as always to their house. I was surprised to see him home, but Dawn explained that her dad now worked in the night so he could spend the day with them. Sometimes, when the night is cold and dark, dad stays late for work, and comes back way later after I already am asleep. That makes me sad. Anyway, I started playing with Dawn Barbie's. Which was so much fun because between Brookie, her, and me, we convinced Johnny to play. I told him that we needed to have a prince charming in the game or our dolls would never get married and have kids. And that just can't be. That was until we got bored, that's when we asked Dawn's dad to take us to the park. He seemed tired, but he agreed anyway. But Johnny refused to go unless we brought Pony. Ugh. The usual tag-along. So we stopped by my house, to get Pony, only to find out that Steve was there with Soda, and they both wanted to come. Sigh. The other tag-alongs. Dawn asked if Darry wanted to come also, and I jut looked at her. "Sure, why don't you invite my parents too?" I said with a bit of sarcasm but with a grin in my face.

At the park, we found out that Dawn's dad had brought some balloons with him, which could only mean one thing. BALLOON FIGHT!!! Yay! We divided into two teams, boys and girls. But we were three girls against five boys, which is like so not fair. But then, Carson was there with a new girl. I think I had seen that girl somewhere before. She had light blonde hair, almost, ALMOST, silver blonde. Car introuduced her as Blair. Blair Matthews. Wasn't she in the first grade with me? I can't remember. Oh wait, I remember now. Blair is that girl that Mrs. Redlock is always yelling at. She makes me laugh. So we invited them over to join the SUPER MEGA ULTRA COOL TEAM OF GIRLS and played against the boys. Between Brookie and Pony, the balloons got filled, while the big kids a.k.a us, started to throw balloons at each other. I was winning. Yay! No one is match for me. But then Darry took me by surprised, and started to hug me, which was like so weird, since we were supposedly fighting. And that's when Soda and Steve came running holding a hose and started to get me wet. Dawn came to my rescue but Johnny helped Darry hold her. I was probably screaming and then Blair and Carson managed to get the hose from Soda and Steve and started to get them wet. Meanwhile, I was still in Darry's arms and couldn't get off.

That lasted the whole day until we were like soaking wet and really needed to go change, otherwise we could get wet. When I got to my house I asked mom permission to invite Dawn, Car, and Blair over, I wanted to introuduce her the new girl and get to know her. As always, mom wans't so sure, but dad was there, and he just smiled and convinced mom. I don't know how he does it, but every time dad smiles mom acts somehow stupid and just says 'yes' to everything. Darry says its love but what is love? As far as I know, that's the word mom and dad use when we get grounded 'I do it because I love you'. If that's the case, I don't want anyone to love me.

I closed the book and smiled at myself. Me and my crazy thinking. I woke up from the memory to find myself eleven years later. A seventeen year-old girl. Who knew so much could change in so little time?

Girls Vs. Boys

I'm better now. Not depressed anymore or sad. I'm happy! Yay!!! I guess it was the stupid adolescent hormones that fuck with my head that get my emotions all mixed up. As you may know, I'm in Cali. And I'm only writting this 'cause the other day Dallas was surprised I said I wasn't in Tulsa. Guess he missed the whole kidnapping Carson and taking her to California. So just a friendly reminder. So anyway. My days here in California have been more than jus great. They have been so freaking awsome! I had been laughing my ass off at all the randomness the Matthews and Car have given me. We are pretty messed up.

But anyway, I'm here to tell you a story. A story that will change your lives forever. Haha, just kidding. I go so easily with the mood. So I figure you all read the title? If you didn't, get your lazy ass to scroll up and oh, look, there it is. Yeah. READ PEOPLE! READ!!! It won't kill you. Well, it can, but I'm not going over all that. Yeah... So anyway, again, yesterday night I was with Two-Bit, sitting on the bed we share, watching a movie under the same blankie. EATING NON-BURNED POPCORN! It took us 100 tries and 25 bags but we finally got them right. What movie we were watching? None the less than.... Drum roll please. -drum roll- GREASE! Yeah baby, GREASE! "Grease is the word, is the word that you heard. It's got groove, it's got meaning. Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion. Grease is the way you are feeling." So after seeing the whole 110 minutes of it and singing every freaking song, we started talking. And somehow the topic of whose better, a girl or a boy, popped up. And of course, we both were on different teams. But the argument started kind of getting into a fight, until we did something totally unexpected. We started to sign! LOL!

Kitty: Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you.
Two-Bit: No, you can't.
Kitty: Yes, I can.
Two-Bit: No, you can't.
Kitty: Yes, I can. Yes, I can!
Two-Bit: Anything you can be I can be greater. Sooner or later I'm greater than you.
Kitty: No, you're not.
Two-Bit: Yes, I am.
Kitty: No, you're NOT.
Two-Bit: Yes, I am. Yes, I am! I can shoot a partridge with a single cartridge.
Kitty: I can get a sparrow with a bow and arrow.
Two-Bit: I can live on bread and cheese.
Kitty: And only on that?
Two-Bit: Yes.
Kitty: So can a rat! Any note you can reach I can go higher. I can sing anything higher than you.
Two-Bit: No, you can't. (High)
Kitty: Yes, I can. (Higher)
Two-Bit: No, you can't. (High)
Kitty: YES, I CAN! (Highest) Anything you can buy I can buy cheaper. I can buy anything cheaper than you.
Two-Bit: Fifty cents?
Kitty: Forty cents!
Two-Bit: Thirty cents?
Kitty: Twenty cents!
Two-Bit: No, you can't!
Kitty: Yes, I can. Yes, I can! Anything you can say I can say softer. I can say anything softer than you.
Two-Bit: No, you can't. (Softly)
Kitty: Yes, I can. (Softer)
Two-Bit: No, you can't. (Softer)
Kitty: Yes, I can. (Softer) YES, I CAN (Full volume)
Two-Bit: I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.
Kitty: I can drink it quicker and get even sicker!
Two-Bit: I can open any safe.
Kitty: Without bein' caught?
Two-Bit: Sure.
Kitty: That's what I though-- you crook!
Two-Bit: Any note you can hold I can hold longer. I can hold any note longer than you.
Kitty: No, you can't.
Two-Bit: Yes, I can.
Kitty: No, you caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't.
Two-Bit: Yes, I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
Kitty: No, you caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't! Anything you can wear I can wear better. In what you wear I'd look better than you.
Two-Bit: In my coat?
Kitty: In your vest!
Two-Bit: In my shoes?
Kitty: In your hat!
Two-Bit: No, you can't!
Kitty: Yes, I CAN!
Two-Bit: Anything you say I can say faster. I can say anything faster than you.
Kitty: No, you can't. (Fast)
Two-Bit: Yes, I can. (Faster)
Kitty: Noyoucan't. (Faster)
Two-Bit: YesIcan! (Fastest) I can jump a hurdle.
Kitty: I can wear a girdle.
Two-Bit: I can knit a sweater.
Kitty: I can fill it better!
Two-Bit: I can do most anything!
Kitty: Can you bake a pie?
Two-Bit: No.
Kitty: Neither can I. Anything you can sing I can sing sweeter. I can sing anything sweeter than you.
Two-Bit: No, you can't. (Sweetly)
Kitty: Yes, I can. (Sweeter)
Two-Bit: No, you can't. (Sweeter)
Kitty: Yes, I can, can, can! (Sugary)

So there you have it kiddos. This is how we argue. Pretty random don't you think? I think Blair and Carson are going to send us to sleep outside or something. Who do you think is better? Girls or boys? Why or why not? Haha I feel like an English teacher right now. Comment!

The World To Me

The World To Me

by Two-Bit Matthews

She is just a girl, I'm just a guy.
Two people nonexistant to the world.
But I hoped, I dreamed, I meant the world to her.

Grew up in the same neighborhood.
Became like brother and sister.
I never would have thought,
That between those laughs, jokes, talks, and fights,
I would fall in love.

Still, I never dared say.
I didn't want to ruin our friendship.
We were only 12 and 14.
Young and carefree.
We shared jokes and laughs and that smile made me melt.

She is just a girl, I'm just a guy.
Two people nonexistant to the world.
But I hoped, I dreamed, I meant the world to her.

And we grew up together.
I saw her heart be taken by another guy.
And though I didn't realize it at the time.
I wanted to beat that boy's guts.

She was there when I needed her even if I didn't know.
She had always a smile for me and a shoulder to lean on.
Ups and downs, it didn't matter.
So many times I wished I could dare say.

She is just a girl, I'm just a guy.
Two people nonexistant to the world.
But I hoped, I dreamed, I meant the world to her.

And one day, I couldn't take it anymore.
Her heart was crashed by some jerk.
There wasn't one single tear in her eyes, but her sadness was the same.
That's when I finally gave in and told her the truth.

Now she belongs to me.
Her heart rests in my palm.
One night she looked up at me,
And with her blue-eyed voice, she said:
"You mean the world to me."

Two-Bit Matthews a romantic. Who would have known? There you go kiddos. Believe it! He managed to put in words to sentences. I'm so proud. Haha. Did you notice the colour font was Navy? Haha, can't get enough of it. ;)

Dedicated To Sodapop

Today I woke up. Survived. Went back to bed.