and we can gaze at eachother from each end of the bed.
with our legs crossed speaking of useless things.
I can speak with hands as well as you.
Then we can giggle as if we were three again.
I feel something coming in my stomach but then i remember its just the butterflies nesting inside.
I feel as if I could open my mouth and pull them from within my throat.
I would keep them in my hand and blow them at you.
but if they were dead that would be by very very disgusting.
_____________________________________________-

fucking carla
is insane
and
that is why i want some fucking pills!!!
ahahhahaHHAHAHAHa

the past 4 months
i fucking hate myself...
i hate everything...
i havent wrote in so long...
but heres my fucking update...
in july i moved in with remo...
i left san jose to be with me love...
everything was great...
in august we went to canada....
i didnt know but i guess i got pregnant there...
2 days before my birthday i found out..
it was a big surprise but i think it was a good one...
remo was drunk when we found out...
but when he heard he was really happy...
i guess i was too...
as time went on i got more and more excited...
i was just past 3 months...i figured i was on the safe side...
but when we went in for our first ultrasound the doc didnt see my babies heartbeat...
it was determined that i had a molar pregnancy...
and since then ive had 2 surgeries and now im taking chemo therapy to get rid of the rest of the cancer that is in my uterus...
im do fucking depressed...
theres not a day that i dont think about killing myself...
i thought i would get a kitty to help my depression... it did for a while ...
but then me and remo had to live in our car for a while so i let my friend hold on to my kitty until we had a stable home.
then when we did he got too attached to the kitty to want to give her back...
so i was forced to get another kitty...
but its a stupid bitch ass kitty that i hate
i just want a baby now...
ever since this shit has happened its pretty much all i think about everyday...
i should still be pregnant right now.
me and remo should be getting ready for our little one to be coming...
but were not...
were both just sitting here hurting too much inside and we dont really talk about it...
were just two depressed people who have been fighting alot more because of the fact that were unhappy.
i love him so much and i know that he loves me..
i want to get married and he does too...
but we have no money.
and for that matter if we have to money to get married than how can we have a baby?
we can do it. i know we can.
i dont think i will stop hurting until i have what i want.
i wish remo would tell me how he feels about this whole thing.
but he thinks he has to be strong for me.
but he doesnt realise that thats the worst thing he could do..
i need to know that im not going through this alone.
i know were pretty young and too young to have a baby...
but when i was pregnant i knew that i would be the best mom.
and i knew remo would be a great dad.
i just wish i could be that happy again.
i used to go to church all the time and pray for lots of stuff.
and now i cant step foot in a church..
i dont think god is real..
i dont think i ever believed in god.
but i knew that it helped me to pray.
but for something like this.
praying is a bunch of bullshit.
because im not a bad person..
im a good person...
so why the fuck did this happen to me?
why?
i feel like i cant live another day.
i have to go to the hospital atleast 2 times a week.
to get poked each time.
i fucking hate it.
i dont ever want to step foot in a hospital again. but i know that i have to.
everytime i go..i want to cry.
i just want things to go back to normal and i want to be preparing to have a baby.
thats all i want.
_______________________________________________________

god, i don't know what to do when it's real like this.
when this is what is going on.
and i just want my sister to be happy.
my brother to be happy.
my family to be happy.
and i almost feel guilty for even having a good time.
i miss the easy times.
i wish our easy times were sychronized.
i wish i were....asleep.
i don't want to write simone a sonnet
so i guess i'll just go to sleep
and wake up extra early, like 3 or 4
to write her a sonnet
about...something.


i'm thinking about kj.
he's golden.
and his eyes are blue.
and his words are honest.
and his soul is shining like...something radioactive.
and when i see him smile i am smiling.
and when i see him happy i am happy.
and when i see him unhappy i'd do anything to make him happy...

i forgot i'm supposed to be thinking about victoria.
since i'm jesus and all, i might as well make her wishes come true.
i've thought about it before,
i'd totally be a serrogate mother if they wanted me to.
doubt they would, but the offer is on the table.

i feel bad because i Know that i am going to have a baby one day on accident, and it'll be completely healthy except for the fact that i'll abort it.
and i'll just feel like shit because the ones i love that truly want a baby won't be able to have one.
yet if they do, we will love that kid so much.
i imagine it to be a girl.
miracle.
madison mckenzie.
and victoria was supposed to be due around May.
and i just feel like crap for her.
and for myself too, because i'd be lying if i said i never wanted them to have a kid.
i wanted to have a little vico crying and screaming so i could occasionally make bottles and walk around with a baby on my shoulder, maybe get over my fear of little humans. and it sucks that that won't happen.
at least not until...
i don't know.

it's sleep time.

man oh man
i feel...good.
i just wrote a shitload of rambles in the brambles about kenneth james.
i had a dream about ro last night
i do declare, i wonder how her date-thing with the grandmas went.
and uh...
i watched the lion king this morning
and i learned some japanese
and i decided not to go swimming after all

and i'm quite content.
because this guy is...
okay i'm gonna do the line from the movie
and you complete me!

FUCK!!
so we're watching south park
which rocks
but i'm going
ohhhhhhhhhhhh i want some coricidin!!!!!!!!!
and i call carla and SHE's fucked up on coricidin
and i go NOT FAIR
and i have to make remo draw me a picture of lito
dammmmmmmmmit.

i'm thinking...
ixnay on the upidstay ecisionday otay opstay okingsmay.
and also, i've come to a brilliant conclusion
on light beer:
here it is::::::
light beer tastes like nothing.
it tastes very much like nothing.
and you tell yourself i want my carbs dammit!
but then, you find that since it doesn't taste like anything, you must drink it quickly
then you're drunk
rambling incoherently on elftown.
YAY FOR BEER!!

okay so
i'm stuck in library aiding for like 2 hours. and there's nothing for me to do because i'm in the career center. so i'm reading all these facts on alcohol, tobacco and drug use. and i decide that i will not tell ryan in the interview thingie about the cough medicine because then our small school will know about it, and you know i still want to do that shit.
then again, i do want people to know that that shit fucks you up
but i'd like to get fucked up, more importantly. like asap.
which means that when i get home instead of going to sleep i will probably take some nyquil.
ridiculous, right?

so earlier me and kj are walking around, and he takes my santa hat, and my hairs are sticking out all over the place off my head, right? and we walk up to the fuckin door and i see our reflection and it's like the best thing ever since ever.
which is marvelous.

and by the way, i decided to "quit smoking". today, january 18, 2006. i can't smoke again for at least a few weeks because i've been smoking every day, several times a day, since fuckin....too long. so basically i'm going to stop smoking and i'm going to be horribly bitchy but i'm going to have to deal with it or else deal with nasty teeth.
and cecilia berry can't handle nasty teeth.

anyway
i'm thinking about....looking up on something fascinating because this place is really really fucking boring.
and why not look up on drugs!?
i love drugs.

i so love the contradiction hate the contradiction can't stand the contradiction want to take the coricidin and call it macaroni contradiction. that's cecilia berry who stuck her thumb in a pie and pulled out a plum and i think i'm dumb! hey hey hey hey hey! talk about a hole in one! so come on down and buy our car. the best thing since sliced bread! it works! I-T works! institute of my ass. all i know is that the muffin man was never my best friend. and fuck being awake.

ok so i got sidetracked and started reading about these people losing their virginity.
and i remembered that yeah, that first sexual experience with that hot fucker in the back of his car hurt at first.
and that sucked.
but that got better.
i think that's because i was drunk.
i wish i were drunk now.

i got this horrible idea okay?
maybe its from reading all these forums, but i'm really Really wanting to drink these 17 ml of nyquil. which is fucking stupid and i know it. it's more stupid than my genius idea of trying to lift the weights outside that mark was lifting. so that's 9500 mgs of acetaminophin. i think the highest recomended dosage any (ab)user would say is 4000 mgs. acetemenophen overdose could mean: serious liver damage, bloody stools, and serious death. (presumably serious). i know that but i don't feel it.
and then there's 118.75 mgs of doxlamin succanate. i don't even know what that IS, but i figure 1120mgs of it cant be genius.
then my favorite ingredient, dextromethorphan hbp. there's only 375mgs. which is equivalent to about 12.6 coricidin pills. which could fuck me up a little bit, but will be nothing but a shadow behind the horrible pain i'll bear from the acetaminophin. or the horrible death, whatever comes.
i used to have that stopping me, that my neices would know after all that i'm a fuck up. but... they know that and they're already on their way to fuck-up-ism, alysson at least. 11 years old and stuck on beer. when i was eleven i didn't know what pot was, let alone identify the smell of it. i mean, i didn't figure out pot until i was at least 13, probably 14! then again, who helped raise her?
i've been fucked up on dex around her.
<drug addict!>
i fucking hate myself, see?
i take drugs in front of my 11 year old neice.
and i do all the math that says i know just how harmful this cherry flavored shit is...
yet i know i'm going to drink it.
and all this is kind of like a .... pep rally for my insides. okay kids! this will rock! on the count of three!! wahoo!! poison time bitch!
but as long as i keep writing...i don't have time to drink anything.
but... fucking

...
fuck that shit.
cecilia berry you do not need aceteminophin.
that's ridiculous
aceteminophin is a fucking pain reliever
it's fucking aspirin.
it's bad for you in high doses, kid
it's a TERRIBLY STUPID idea.
fuck i already put that shit away and said fuck the nyquil idea twice, but it's back in my pocket isn't it?
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!

okay
i'm fine
i just hate mathematics
and quantum mechanics
and birds that don't know how to fly

i am going to rewrite the song because of you by kelly clarkson.
except it will rock.
like
becuase of you i got all kinds of stds
because of you i wash my dick but it still stinks
because of you i got crabs and
ohhhh...kay
no more
i can't do it like mark does it
but it WILL rock and i'll sing it every day during chorus
muahahhah!!!!!........
that's bullshit.

oh fucking hell
i found this crazy forum thing
and it's uh...helpingteens.org
i found it because i was looking up...coricidin and long term effects and stuff about liver damage or whatever
and i'm reading all these stupid kids saying shit with this horrible inability to spell.
and they're going:
coricidins my favrite and every body whos says its fucking kills you there just stupid peopl anyway ~~~ love ana
and shit like that.
fuck

here you go, straight from some stupid girl that thinks she's the smartest person since einstien.
GOD... Ok the people who almost die or do die took and ubserd amount od DXM and there unbelievably stupid for taking that much ... i look up dxm every chance i get to see if theres new researchs on it and people who die from it are the people who cant control them selfs when there high .... or are addicted to it and took like 90 pills ... yes theres a risk of ur liver and kidneys but same goes with weed alchol or to much of anything ... suck as water that can also kill you ... yes i understand ur concern and thank you for it ... i did watch 20/20 but remmeber they said he was trippin he passed out and wha not thas bc he was SOOOOOOOOOOO NERVIS infront of them cops or didnt kno wha to do so his body shut down plus hes the dork who took 90 pills UR HOLE STOMACH has to b filld with lil red pills ugh jus thinking about it makes me wana throw up MUAHZ CHICKA ... and i understand where ur coming from jus control urintake and everythign should b good
PS i went to the hospital too but thas bc i did it iin school and got caught and my heart was goin to fast but nothing happend and im healther then ever !!! MUAHZZZZZZZ OPOS gota go bell rang later!! <3 always Me... :o)~

It is better to remain silent and look like a fool, than to speak up and prove it.
-Unknown

i don't know.
i don't think i'm very healthy inside anymore.
mr-i-smoke-too-much
mr-take-15-pills-every-day-for-a-week
why don't you stop drinking and smoking and fucking around with drugs and maybe you could go for a day without feeling nauseous.
without having horrible stomach pains. not oh my tummy hurts. more like god i feel like my stomach is about to explode and i kind of hope it does so at least the pain will end.
it's not that bad.
i'm fine, i mean, as long as i just.......
fucking nobody needs to hear this shit.
cecilia berry don't drink the aceteminophin just because there's dextromethorphan in it. it won't even hit you. not one bit.
that's a waste of time.
and it will fuck you up even more.
and it is just a generally bad idea.
very
bad.

okay so did you know that reality shows "stem passion for 1/3 of couples"
can you believe they did some study about people having less sex when they have a tv in their bedroom?
and like..violent shows keep them from sex and blah blah blah.
but at least they didn't find that violent shows led to fucking like rabbits, right?

hey so it's martin luther king day, right? and i turn on the tv and there is fucking nothing on the subject of martin luther king. like, i don't know what i expected, a little remembrance thingie? then again, it's 10, so maybe they figure everyone that gives a shit about martin luther king already woke up and remembered him now they're doing some productive shit. and all the people that wake up at 10 just want to watch martha stewart and some lame-ass digital wannabe clay animation cartoon about a girl who kicks a ball around. i mean, i'm sure it's a great show, but what about fuckin i have a dream?
yesterday was Crazy.
we were at the emergency room for like three hours. at like...9:30 or 10, i was watching shaun of the dead with my mom and dad and glen and mark, and remo and victoria were upstairs fighting; they'd been fighting all day, actually.
i decided i didn't want to get into it for once and i just avoided them entirely.
and fuckin remo yells down the stairs, ceci! victoria needs your help!
and i was kind of pissed that they'd interupt my delicious movie with mousie little shaun with the whack haircut, but i went up there and victoria was locked in the bathroom and she was crying or whatever.
and remo's all ask if she wants a tampon and he gives me pants and underwear and i'm like uhhh...
so i goes, victoooriiaaaa, i've got a tampooooon.
and she let me in.
and and she goes, ceci, Look at this.
and i was like holy cow.
because that was a shitload of blood. like..this sounds horribly disgusting, but it was horribly disgusting. i asked if she had any pain, and she said no but the blood was still coming out. and it all came out at once when she was sitting on the bed, and she said it felt like she peed her pants. and her pants were fucking soaked. and remo, madly in love as he is, washed her bloody pants while victoria was on hold with some operator bitch for a half an hour. and when they finally picked up, they said "oh that's normal for a dnc patient, and unless it happens again within the next hour i wouldn't worry."
and so we felt kind of dumb for getting all crazy.
and we scrounged for change to go buy beer.
and mark and remo and victoria left to get it. and they returned in the time it takes to get to the bottom of the driveway because it fucking happened again.
and victorias cutie pajama pants were all bloody and she was totally afraid of bleeding to death.
and i was like what the FUCK do we do?
and so remo was cleaning her pants while she continued to...like...fill the toilet with blood basically. it's nasty but she did that like twice, not to mention the shitload of blood on her pants.
it's like, fuck, i don't ever want to see vaginal blood in my life again. which really sucks because in like two days i have to deal with my fucking shit. unless i'm pregnant which would be fucking hilarious, lets face it.
anyway we go to the emergancy room.
and we wait for fuckin three hours
and all they say is oh .... well we'll take some blood to see if you need some blood. and they said well that's.. kinda normal.
anyway, brighter side of the whole thing is that they said her numbers finally went down to zero.
which means that today she is at san jose, and she's gonna get her shots in her ass, but then after next monday and next friday, there's no more ass-shots for her because she's better! i wouldn't say "all better" because i don't trust the fact that she fuckin splooshed a shitload of blood uncontrollably.
anyway we went home and got drunk and all was right in the world.

except i'm kind of hungover now.
and i didn't get to sleep until 5 something
so i think that kind of means that...i should pass out for a few more hours before attempting the actualy awakening process, like showering and all that jazz.
i feel kind of like i'm still sleeping.
i hate that.
anyway.
yesterday was crazy
i fucking hate hospitals
i hate when you smoke all your cigarettes way too fast
i hate when you fucking read winnie the pooh goes to school becasue you're so fucking bored
and i hate that there's nothing on about martin luther king
so fuck you asshole, i'm in charge.

i'm looking up on twinkies to find out whether that hype about leaving twinkies on a shelf for a kajillion years and how it's still all spongy and normal for a twinkie.
believe it or not, cecil addams has nothing to say on the fact.
he does mention the twinkie defense though, about the dude that killed harvey milk and the mayor guy. everyone thinks the twinkie defense was like...he killed the people because he ate twinkies. but really they were proving that he was temporarily...not insane, but like...depressed and proof of that was the fact that this usually health conscious man had become a junk food junkie before the crime.
interesting, but not the information i was looking for.
poor twinkies. we love to ridicule them. =(

its not...pride. it's definately not pride. i don't want it like that. it's just a.... an...excuse? a...plea?
i don't know. it's me begging you to fuck me up.
or it's me begging you to help me up.
to stand beside me.
to sing along.
to give me that push in the right direction.
but instead they give me that little fuck up speech.
so i keep doing everything the wrong way. to ask them just how far i can go.
it's go time.

okay so i feel like shit.
it doesn't matter why, there is no legitimate reason for it.
i just feel like shit.
and it's raging shit. less like dried up cow shit and more like diarrhea that leaks into your socks.
i feel, basically, like firing.
like running through a field right? like a beautiful meadow, okay. but with this blow torch in my hand, right? and i fucking go up to this deer. and i fucking torch the shit out of it. and as it runs away in complete deer terror, these little fawns pop their heads out of a blackberry bush. and they stare at their lovely doe of a mother burning and running. and they're left to face the world. and i'm standing there. and i'm torching the whole fucking place. like that, is how i feel.
i feel like pulling out a shotgun, right? not even a shotgun, those sick machine gun things like on grand theft auto, where you have one in each hand. and you just keep firing. and i can be like the guy on the predator, you know, the one that cuts his man-breast open. the one with all the ammo all over his chest.
and i feel like beating the shit out of someone.
nothing structured, like up...down...lift...lift...lift
(i'm referring to weight lifting)
i mean something that resembles throwing the weights at someones face. and bashing their fucking skull in and just ... violent thoughts, you know?
the things you're definately not supposed to talk about in school.
and so i walk through the hallway listening to the sounds. (bombs bombs away! i'm a teenage battlefield) and going Dammit Dammit DAMMIT! i mean..Hell!
then mr. arnett walks by and says which is it, dammit or hell?
and i goes, well fuck, it's both, isn't it?

that sort of bullshit i like to pull.
the raging against the authority.
real fucking smart.
the kind of person that tries to steal baby jesus.
the kind of person that wants to do something illegal just for the sake of doing it. just for the adrenaline rush. just for getting caught. just for kicking ass. just for that look that people give you, that one look that means "you fucked up."
that honest look. where these adults, this authority...they think for a second you're just a normal pissy teenager. then they get this look in their eye. and they say something like "well, it's not all bad in life.." and they do the make-the-fuck-up-feel-better bit. but then they have this eye that shows a tiny bit of fear. of understanding. of wow, this kid is fucked up. and they keep talking but they lose the "make you feel good" and it turns into "just finish talking and get the hell out of here".
i love that.
i fucking love that.

dang, so i'm reading up on coffins.
and i want one.
oh
so
bad.

but i guess i'd rather focus on tap shoes.
i know there's got to be some place i can steal some from!
oh, boo. me and victoria and remo are on the job hunt. >_<

but on the brighter side, once i get a job i can actually buy myself a calander instead of using a crappy handmade one.

dear oh dear i'm back being a library aide.
with a new library aiding partner.
its fantastic.

i'll tell you a secret from my secret heart
i am in love.

i am so cold.
we went outside
and caught the rabbits
and it was so cold
and that stupid away in the manger song was playing
and i remembered that stupid concert i had to sing at
then angelina said "come on, ceci!"
and she was after the rabbit
and i was lost in this nostalgic moment.
then i went back inside and found myself thinking to myself
kj is really hot. and i want to do him very bad.
the end.

i love vegeta. he is so cute.
i don't think i've ever loved an anime character more than i love vegeta. then again...there is the kill bill guy...but he's just cute. and vegeta has the most kickin attitude in all the 2d world.
i do declare!
you know, he goes "hmph"
and he goes "kuso!"
and he goes "kotowaru!"
and he goes "k-k-k-kso" when he's all pissed off at the fact that he likes bulma.
hahah!!
i love this fucking show!!!
golly gee gosh!
boy oh boy!


...

there's this guy that i'm in totally in love with.
and its not vegeta either.
i mean
it's.....



i want to laugh.
i want to scream at the skies.
i want to bazooka someone.
and i want to do it wearing a skirt.
FUCK!!!
i am so happy, right?
i'm like doing backflips inside my head.
and i don't care what you have to say about it.

ooh, it's 4:20
i think
i should smoke some ganja
which is hard to do when you have small children running beneath your feet.
and my mom moved the cigarettes.
=(
and uh....
i'm bored.
and i'm not bored.
and i want to kick some ass.
AND! i feel like a superstar
a super saiyen? hell no.

my name is cecilia rosanne berry.
i'm this girl who forgot what color her hair really is.
i'm this girl who likes to cut up squash and plant the seeds.
i'm this girl who put a hot pepper in her mouth and totally spit it out because mouth + fire = very painful.
and i don't even care.
i'm just so happy to be me right now.
that happens sometimes...
then sometimes i get all angry and sad. but that hasn't happend in a while.
woo hoo!!


mailman mailman
do your duty

woooooooooohooooo!!!
i'm excited and i will tell you why!
i am watching dragon ball z!
i am eating top ramen and this red smoothie thing and a grilled cheese sandwich!
hell yeah!
and uh, i feel like beating someone up.
i've been thinking about that a lot lately. i don't know why. but....
oh and i've been ogling vegeta for the past few hours. and its funny because he comes on the screen every few minutes and each time i go bejita!!! and scream
it's so exciting!
i'm so excited
and i wish i knew king kong.
and io think, now, it is time to watch secret window. but, i thought she meant secret garden so i was like ALL RIGHT!!! but then i was wrong
so now i'm like. oh. well.....

i'm having so much fun doing a whole lot of nothing.
amounting to nothing and having a kick ass time.
we know that we aint shit! yeah yeah yeah!
FUCK! I LOVE BEING ALIVE. it's like the most rockin thing ever!