KEVIN ADDED HER.
but he attatched a creepy message. idk if i can handle this.
EDITORS NOTE:
i added her. with a disclamer to dispel any thoughts she may have about my creeper status. but im sure it didnt work.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
OMFGGG
To fully explain why im freaking out right now, we have to travel back to sixth grade. Enter: The American Juniors, my FREAKING MIDDLE SCHOOL IDOLS. like, no joke. i know im pretty damn cool now, but i owe it all to them. i had all the CDs, i watched every episode, and i knew all the contestants, on every round, and every song they sang. to say i was obsessed was an understatement.
fast forward to tenth grade, long after the end of my obsession. i found kevin and kendall, my true soul siblings in all things american juniors.
fast forward to a week ago, when i sang Colors of the Wind at the Invisible Children Benefit Concert, when kevin and i actually debated whether or not to dedicate my performance to Danielle W, who was the biggest of all my middle school idols. but i didnt, because "im a professional". yeah yeah, whateva.
okay fast forward to RIGHT NOW, when i FOUND HER ON FACEBOOK. forreal. it took some work, dont underestimate my stalking capabilities, when in combination with my extreme insomnia typically yeilds things like this. but i did it. and immediatly copied the link to kevin. who, at this very second, is adding her on facebook. im too scared. what if she REJECTS it? that will be so tragic! im scared. but if kevin does it, i will. im a follower.
alright, im like shaking from excitement. im such a creeper.
-kelly
fast forward to tenth grade, long after the end of my obsession. i found kevin and kendall, my true soul siblings in all things american juniors.
fast forward to a week ago, when i sang Colors of the Wind at the Invisible Children Benefit Concert, when kevin and i actually debated whether or not to dedicate my performance to Danielle W, who was the biggest of all my middle school idols. but i didnt, because "im a professional". yeah yeah, whateva.
okay fast forward to RIGHT NOW, when i FOUND HER ON FACEBOOK. forreal. it took some work, dont underestimate my stalking capabilities, when in combination with my extreme insomnia typically yeilds things like this. but i did it. and immediatly copied the link to kevin. who, at this very second, is adding her on facebook. im too scared. what if she REJECTS it? that will be so tragic! im scared. but if kevin does it, i will. im a follower.
alright, im like shaking from excitement. im such a creeper.
-kelly
One Minute Blogger&2008
If you could be the best in the world at anything, what would it be?
thats a pretty intense question. but of all the crazy things i wish i was good at, i think i'd have to pick just communicating. im pretty bad at getting my feelings across, usually. with some people, its not a problem. but there are so few (2?) people that actually know me so well that i dont always have to be good at saying what i want to say. and its not only the important things, its everything. i talk a lot, given, but i never really say what im feeling. this is such a lame thing to choose, but whatever. (ha, allison. i told you.)
so my day today was so average i could cry. i woke up, went to james avery (for the fourth time in two days) with allison and kimberly, and then went to karen dillard. and then i went to starbucks to (try to) help michael and anna write a TACT skit, but im such a failure. the character i tried to make sounded just like me. it was pretty bad. and then i babysat, how out of the ordinary, and now im blogging. this paragraph alone could sum up my winter break. every year.
which leads me to my next point:happy new year! almost. this year feels like such a whirlwind. i feel like this time last year i was whining about not getting the real "high school experience". but now, as i look back on 2008, i realize i really did. in spades. i actually got hurt, i actually made legitimately bad decisions, but i also made peace with old enemies, and i also actually grew. a lot. looking back, i've learned alot in the past year, not only about the world but about myself. i learned that i can handle so much more than i give myself credit for, but also that im not superwoman, and that every so often, its okay to admit something is wrong. i learned that even when you're hurting, your real friends are still there. and i learned that when your friends are hurting, all you can do is be there. always. so hopefully i have been. i learned that when something goes wrong, theres usually something equal, if not better, coming right behind it. and hopefully, in 2009, ill learn to take my own advice. i've learned that people will come in and out of your lives, but the important ones stay. i've learned that "looking cool" isnt cool. i've learned that speaking your mind doesnt have to be so serious, and that "just because everyone else was doing it" or "because i was bored and awkward" typically dont yield good results. i've learned that being honest, even when it sucks and you're really really scared, is best. and finally, i've learned that being nice to someone who needs it gives you more satisfaction than judging and comparing.
so anyways, cheers to 2008, and its craziness. i hope y'alls year was as positive as mine, and i hope that we are all blessed in 2009 (yeah thats a cliche. im trying). good luck, friends.
later,
kelly
thats a pretty intense question. but of all the crazy things i wish i was good at, i think i'd have to pick just communicating. im pretty bad at getting my feelings across, usually. with some people, its not a problem. but there are so few (2?) people that actually know me so well that i dont always have to be good at saying what i want to say. and its not only the important things, its everything. i talk a lot, given, but i never really say what im feeling. this is such a lame thing to choose, but whatever. (ha, allison. i told you.)
so my day today was so average i could cry. i woke up, went to james avery (for the fourth time in two days) with allison and kimberly, and then went to karen dillard. and then i went to starbucks to (try to) help michael and anna write a TACT skit, but im such a failure. the character i tried to make sounded just like me. it was pretty bad. and then i babysat, how out of the ordinary, and now im blogging. this paragraph alone could sum up my winter break. every year.
which leads me to my next point:happy new year! almost. this year feels like such a whirlwind. i feel like this time last year i was whining about not getting the real "high school experience". but now, as i look back on 2008, i realize i really did. in spades. i actually got hurt, i actually made legitimately bad decisions, but i also made peace with old enemies, and i also actually grew. a lot. looking back, i've learned alot in the past year, not only about the world but about myself. i learned that i can handle so much more than i give myself credit for, but also that im not superwoman, and that every so often, its okay to admit something is wrong. i learned that even when you're hurting, your real friends are still there. and i learned that when your friends are hurting, all you can do is be there. always. so hopefully i have been. i learned that when something goes wrong, theres usually something equal, if not better, coming right behind it. and hopefully, in 2009, ill learn to take my own advice. i've learned that people will come in and out of your lives, but the important ones stay. i've learned that "looking cool" isnt cool. i've learned that speaking your mind doesnt have to be so serious, and that "just because everyone else was doing it" or "because i was bored and awkward" typically dont yield good results. i've learned that being honest, even when it sucks and you're really really scared, is best. and finally, i've learned that being nice to someone who needs it gives you more satisfaction than judging and comparing.
so anyways, cheers to 2008, and its craziness. i hope y'alls year was as positive as mine, and i hope that we are all blessed in 2009 (yeah thats a cliche. im trying). good luck, friends.
later,
kelly
Monday, December 29, 2008
Day One
...of my two week sentence. but in all honesty, as much as i bitched about it to my parents, taking away the car really inst that bad. they could have taken away my phone. i think they know that if they tried to take my phone from me i would run away to work in a brothel.
and on that note, my day today was pretty good. i didnt sleep, which was typical, and then i got up and tried to beat Lou on guitar hero. its so freaking hard, I cant even handle it. Its "The Devil Went Down to Georgia", only about seven billion times faster. and my pinkie honestly cannot react that quickly. So anyways, thats how Michael and I spent the first hour of my day.
and then Allie, Kimberly and I went to James Avery to get our rings. finally. we got the Lover's Knot one that pretty much every single girl on the West cross country team has, but thats okay. and then i went to SAT class, which was riveting, as per the usual. and then Kimberly left me a voicemail detailing her awkward encounter with the hot guy that works at Car Spa. She apparently cant put her mom's car into neutral, so he had to help her, and was laughing at her. please keep in mind that Kimberly is very easily flustered, and therefore things pertaining to her car usually dont go smoothly. like getting gas. and getting her car washed. anyways, so after she finally figured out to get her car through the car wash, all the soap wasnt off, and she had to go through again, causing more laughter from unidentified hot boy.
and after all this, she got home and realized that her car needed to be washed, too. so she picked me up, and I drover her car through the car wash for her, so that she wouldnt be embarrassed. but i've never driven her car before, and I dont have the best track record in the automotive department. And so we pulled up to the car wash, and the man told me to roll down the window but I kept rolling the wrong one down by accident. and when i finally got it, kimberly was in hysterics in her front seat (dressed "incognito" in a black northface all the way zipped up and sun glasses.) The man writing out my receipt definitely asked what she was on, and gave me a lecture on how being the driver means that i have to stay clear headed at all times, which only made us laugh more. and then when we finally got to the car wash entrance, i turned to check out the hot guy she had been referring to, and he for sure caught me. so that sucked.
anyways, moral of the story, go find out how to put your car into neutral.
and then I had Hanukkah dinner (night after Hanukkah dinner?) at Kimberly's, and then Allie and Nadia went with us to see Twilight. Good news, it was just as hilarious the second time, and i got just as many dirty looks from Edward-loving middle schoolers. whatevs.
and thats that. I'm trying to figure out the new years plan, but im the worst planner ever. i havent asked my parents if everyone can come to my house over sketchy new years Victory Park, but im hoping they'll say its alright for everyone to come over.
OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT. okay. so over the weekend at my convention i learned that when someone licks your elbow, you legitimately cannot feel it. its so strange. try it! when someone isnt expecting it, just lean down and lick the bony part of their elbow. but dont let them see you, because then the experiment is ruined. i played this game like the whole day.
and thats that, for real this time.
pieces, g
-kelliephyne
and on that note, my day today was pretty good. i didnt sleep, which was typical, and then i got up and tried to beat Lou on guitar hero. its so freaking hard, I cant even handle it. Its "The Devil Went Down to Georgia", only about seven billion times faster. and my pinkie honestly cannot react that quickly. So anyways, thats how Michael and I spent the first hour of my day.
and then Allie, Kimberly and I went to James Avery to get our rings. finally. we got the Lover's Knot one that pretty much every single girl on the West cross country team has, but thats okay. and then i went to SAT class, which was riveting, as per the usual. and then Kimberly left me a voicemail detailing her awkward encounter with the hot guy that works at Car Spa. She apparently cant put her mom's car into neutral, so he had to help her, and was laughing at her. please keep in mind that Kimberly is very easily flustered, and therefore things pertaining to her car usually dont go smoothly. like getting gas. and getting her car washed. anyways, so after she finally figured out to get her car through the car wash, all the soap wasnt off, and she had to go through again, causing more laughter from unidentified hot boy.
and after all this, she got home and realized that her car needed to be washed, too. so she picked me up, and I drover her car through the car wash for her, so that she wouldnt be embarrassed. but i've never driven her car before, and I dont have the best track record in the automotive department. And so we pulled up to the car wash, and the man told me to roll down the window but I kept rolling the wrong one down by accident. and when i finally got it, kimberly was in hysterics in her front seat (dressed "incognito" in a black northface all the way zipped up and sun glasses.) The man writing out my receipt definitely asked what she was on, and gave me a lecture on how being the driver means that i have to stay clear headed at all times, which only made us laugh more. and then when we finally got to the car wash entrance, i turned to check out the hot guy she had been referring to, and he for sure caught me. so that sucked.
anyways, moral of the story, go find out how to put your car into neutral.
and then I had Hanukkah dinner (night after Hanukkah dinner?) at Kimberly's, and then Allie and Nadia went with us to see Twilight. Good news, it was just as hilarious the second time, and i got just as many dirty looks from Edward-loving middle schoolers. whatevs.
and thats that. I'm trying to figure out the new years plan, but im the worst planner ever. i havent asked my parents if everyone can come to my house over sketchy new years Victory Park, but im hoping they'll say its alright for everyone to come over.
OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT. okay. so over the weekend at my convention i learned that when someone licks your elbow, you legitimately cannot feel it. its so strange. try it! when someone isnt expecting it, just lean down and lick the bony part of their elbow. but dont let them see you, because then the experiment is ruined. i played this game like the whole day.
and thats that, for real this time.
pieces, g
-kelliephyne
Saturday, December 27, 2008
So
...I remember not so long ago, less than a year, when I was an idealistic fifteen year old, so naive and all too confident in my driving abilities. when all my friends bought home their first tickets, I scoffed and rolled my eyes. please. I would never get pulled over.
FALSE. ladies and gentlemen, I, kelly fine, have officially been pulled over. and it was terrifying. although, the police officer was really, really nice. I mean, as nice as they come. almost as nice as the officer that let me and William ride in his suburban. almost.
and its funny, because i always imagined id start crying. which is strange, because i almost never cry about things in general. i brood, typically, but i generally get over it pretty fast. well, with the exception of this weekend, and even then I didn't wallow for long. but anyways, I didn't cry. I shook, like a lot, but I didn't cry. and i calmly called the people i was babysitting for to let them know I'd be late. that, really, is the main tragedy of today. I am never late. i hate being late. even when i think I'm going to be late, and mentally prepare myself, I'm always at least five minutes early. or ten. or fifteen. and I was eight minutes late to babysit. at least the couple i was babysitting for seems to get pulled over a lot, because they were suuupppeerrr nice about the whole thing.
so that's my thoughts on getting pulled over. i decided that unless i want to be in debt for the rest of my life, I need to stay out of Rex. (no, Allison, do not make a thatswhatshesaid) Rex is my car. my beautiful, yellow, tank of a car.
EDITOR'S NOTE:
i forgot about the discovery i made tonight. it isn't every day you meet America's Next Great Novelist, right? and i found her FIRST. her name is Nichole, and she is seven. and she wrote an inspiring piece called "The Unicorn Meets the Make Believe Animal". please note that there was no irony in this title. its about a unicorn, Sparkle, who meets a uniturtle (unicorn head, turtle body), and finds a lasting friendship. they journey to all sorts of places and experience adventures such as cloud eating, getting surrounded by dragons (and befriending them, of course), and being saved from the rain at the water park by woodland fairies. its the new Dr.Seuss, i swear.
alright, well i should probably face the music. feel free to call and offer me condolences (and transportation), i need them.
pieces,
kelly.
FALSE. ladies and gentlemen, I, kelly fine, have officially been pulled over. and it was terrifying. although, the police officer was really, really nice. I mean, as nice as they come. almost as nice as the officer that let me and William ride in his suburban. almost.
and its funny, because i always imagined id start crying. which is strange, because i almost never cry about things in general. i brood, typically, but i generally get over it pretty fast. well, with the exception of this weekend, and even then I didn't wallow for long. but anyways, I didn't cry. I shook, like a lot, but I didn't cry. and i calmly called the people i was babysitting for to let them know I'd be late. that, really, is the main tragedy of today. I am never late. i hate being late. even when i think I'm going to be late, and mentally prepare myself, I'm always at least five minutes early. or ten. or fifteen. and I was eight minutes late to babysit. at least the couple i was babysitting for seems to get pulled over a lot, because they were suuupppeerrr nice about the whole thing.
so that's my thoughts on getting pulled over. i decided that unless i want to be in debt for the rest of my life, I need to stay out of Rex. (no, Allison, do not make a thatswhatshesaid) Rex is my car. my beautiful, yellow, tank of a car.
EDITOR'S NOTE:
i forgot about the discovery i made tonight. it isn't every day you meet America's Next Great Novelist, right? and i found her FIRST. her name is Nichole, and she is seven. and she wrote an inspiring piece called "The Unicorn Meets the Make Believe Animal". please note that there was no irony in this title. its about a unicorn, Sparkle, who meets a uniturtle (unicorn head, turtle body), and finds a lasting friendship. they journey to all sorts of places and experience adventures such as cloud eating, getting surrounded by dragons (and befriending them, of course), and being saved from the rain at the water park by woodland fairies. its the new Dr.Seuss, i swear.
alright, well i should probably face the music. feel free to call and offer me condolences (and transportation), i need them.
pieces,
kelly.
Top Ten Reasons...
why i hate SAT Class.
10. the only person i know is my cousin.
9. the teachers try to be funny.
8. two hours of math is my personal hell.
7. we arent allowed to text message.
6. instead of feeling more prepared, i just feel stupid.
5. its two hours every single day of my winter break.
4. every student in my class is akward, so we dont talk to each other.
3. i hit a car in the parking lot, and now that boy is in my class everyday.
2. the rooms are ugly and small.
1. we get homework, and we are for some reason expected to do it. i dont even do homework at REAL school.
and that sums up my winter break thus far. but its okay, because hopefully ill be hanging out with the coolest people ever on new years, and hopefully allie and kimberly can come, too. HA jk k&a, you know i think youre cooler than everyone else.
the secret word of this blog: underwire. good luck saying that without sounding awk...
kay. go read allison's blog. we're tight.
pIEces,
kayfyne
10. the only person i know is my cousin.
9. the teachers try to be funny.
8. two hours of math is my personal hell.
7. we arent allowed to text message.
6. instead of feeling more prepared, i just feel stupid.
5. its two hours every single day of my winter break.
4. every student in my class is akward, so we dont talk to each other.
3. i hit a car in the parking lot, and now that boy is in my class everyday.
2. the rooms are ugly and small.
1. we get homework, and we are for some reason expected to do it. i dont even do homework at REAL school.
and that sums up my winter break thus far. but its okay, because hopefully ill be hanging out with the coolest people ever on new years, and hopefully allie and kimberly can come, too. HA jk k&a, you know i think youre cooler than everyone else.
the secret word of this blog: underwire. good luck saying that without sounding awk...
kay. go read allison's blog. we're tight.
pIEces,
kayfyne
Friday, December 26, 2008
Christmas
time is so nice. and relaxing. except when your sisters are home, and then the relaxation level severely decreases.
so yesterday, basically all i did all day was play Guitar Hero with michael. i didnt even participate in the jewish custom of going to a movie or eating chinese.
but the day was saved from being a complete waste because i did go to Allison's house to drop off her CD, and i left at least twenty minutes worth of voice mails. and so far, EVERYONE has gotten their secret words! so cheers for my friends and their patience with my five minute voicemails.
and jolie, just in case you didnt listen all the way through, you actually had six secret words. yeah, sorry, i got carried away. but heres a list: foot, moccasin, blistex, insect, window, index.
i might start putting secret words into my blogs...thats a good idea. okay, reader(s), the next time i see you, please incorporate the word "blowfish" into our conversation, with a wink. this will prove your loyalty. if i look at you like your crazy, thats because i forgot. no worries, i already think all of you are crazed, so its whatever.
okay, well im off to lunch with Alexa and the Party of Three! i have never been so excited for the second meal of the day.
alright. pieces, g's.
-kfine
so yesterday, basically all i did all day was play Guitar Hero with michael. i didnt even participate in the jewish custom of going to a movie or eating chinese.
but the day was saved from being a complete waste because i did go to Allison's house to drop off her CD, and i left at least twenty minutes worth of voice mails. and so far, EVERYONE has gotten their secret words! so cheers for my friends and their patience with my five minute voicemails.
and jolie, just in case you didnt listen all the way through, you actually had six secret words. yeah, sorry, i got carried away. but heres a list: foot, moccasin, blistex, insect, window, index.
i might start putting secret words into my blogs...thats a good idea. okay, reader(s), the next time i see you, please incorporate the word "blowfish" into our conversation, with a wink. this will prove your loyalty. if i look at you like your crazy, thats because i forgot. no worries, i already think all of you are crazed, so its whatever.
okay, well im off to lunch with Alexa and the Party of Three! i have never been so excited for the second meal of the day.
alright. pieces, g's.
-kfine
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Im Sorry
for my spelling deficiency disorder. i hereby edit every single "peices" in this blog to "pieces".
im so sorry, allison, for letting you down. someday, our intelligence will be equal.
okay. piece out.
im so sorry, allison, for letting you down. someday, our intelligence will be equal.
okay. piece out.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
"My Whiney Emo Music"
( in the words of Alex Zeto) which isnt, incidently, emo at all, is now on the side of my page. it took me about eighteen years. so you better freaking love all of the songs.
ill probably change them every second of my life, since im always stalking my own blog, but atleast while im on my computer and itunes isnt open (in other words, never), i can enjoy music.
kay pieces g
-kfoine
ill probably change them every second of my life, since im always stalking my own blog, but atleast while im on my computer and itunes isnt open (in other words, never), i can enjoy music.
kay pieces g
-kfoine
Regionals
AKA the longest weekend of my life. but in general, it was pretty alright. congradulations to the new regional board, im sure you'll all do fantastically.
so one thing that this convention reminded me of is how much Wadel still needs good leadership. we won most improved because we had such a freaking awesome last two terms (your welcome for being the best mit mom in Wadel history), and i really feel like next year we can win best chapter. the eighteenbillionpeat is broken (sorry weinstein), its our time.
so other than that small paragraph, nothing much new here. im going to dinner with the Fine tribe (seriously. there are a thousand of us), so ill probably write later. or tomorrow. or not.
kay pieces, g. read my song on the post below this, its awesome. even though we NEVER GOT TO PERFORM it which was a travesty.
-kelly
so one thing that this convention reminded me of is how much Wadel still needs good leadership. we won most improved because we had such a freaking awesome last two terms (your welcome for being the best mit mom in Wadel history), and i really feel like next year we can win best chapter. the eighteenbillionpeat is broken (sorry weinstein), its our time.
so other than that small paragraph, nothing much new here. im going to dinner with the Fine tribe (seriously. there are a thousand of us), so ill probably write later. or tomorrow. or not.
kay pieces, g. read my song on the post below this, its awesome. even though we NEVER GOT TO PERFORM it which was a travesty.
-kelly
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Profound Thoughts
I KISSED AN AZA AND I LIKED IT
This was never the way i planned
not my intention
I got manishewitz in my hand, lost my discretion
It's just what i'm used to
just wanna try you on
Its what Jewish girls do
Caught my attention
Chorus:
i kissed an AZA and i liked it
the taste of his kosher chapstick
i kissed an AZA just to try it
i hope my Goy-friend wont mind it
it felt so wrong, it felt so right
doesnt mean that im a shmuck tonight
i kissed an AZA and i liked it, i liked it
You have a really Jewish name
like Gold or Steinberg
Its an experimental game
well, thats what i heard
its what Jewish girls do
its how we all behave
its part of being a Jew
its how we were raised
Chorus
Us BBGs are magical
soft Uggs, Longchampes, so plentiful
hard to resist so beautiful
too good to dent it
aint no big deal its what Sherrie said....
Chorus
FIN
useful vocab:
AZA-jewish boy
BBG-jewish girl
Shmuck- Dick in Yiddish
Goy-friend- term jewish girls use for their non-jewish boyfriends
"its what Sherrie said"-"the point of BBYO is to meet a nice jewish boy and procreate"
-Hannah Kleinman, Kelly Fine, and Wadel BBG
This was never the way i planned
not my intention
I got manishewitz in my hand, lost my discretion
It's just what i'm used to
just wanna try you on
Its what Jewish girls do
Caught my attention
Chorus:
i kissed an AZA and i liked it
the taste of his kosher chapstick
i kissed an AZA just to try it
i hope my Goy-friend wont mind it
it felt so wrong, it felt so right
doesnt mean that im a shmuck tonight
i kissed an AZA and i liked it, i liked it
You have a really Jewish name
like Gold or Steinberg
Its an experimental game
well, thats what i heard
its what Jewish girls do
its how we all behave
its part of being a Jew
its how we were raised
Chorus
Us BBGs are magical
soft Uggs, Longchampes, so plentiful
hard to resist so beautiful
too good to dent it
aint no big deal its what Sherrie said....
Chorus
FIN
useful vocab:
AZA-jewish boy
BBG-jewish girl
Shmuck- Dick in Yiddish
Goy-friend- term jewish girls use for their non-jewish boyfriends
"its what Sherrie said"-"the point of BBYO is to meet a nice jewish boy and procreate"
-Hannah Kleinman, Kelly Fine, and Wadel BBG
Friday, December 19, 2008
Extended
So i was re-reading my blog, creepily, and i came to the conclusion that i need to chill the hell out. so here is a list of why this week didnt suck that bad:
- it was winter for about a day, and it was fantastic.
- my tire wasnt actually flat, it just needed more pressure
- i found my French book in the choir room no more than thirty seconds before i was about to buy a new one
- i got to have lunch with nicole and rae and jarvis and mr j.
- i GOT to pick up Hannah Zima from random ass bookstore
- the invisible children benefit concert was (is) so good!
- continued: i have the most talented friends ever
- i got to spend basically the entire day with allie and kimberly, which doesnt happen. ever.
- i got to play hangman with Nadia for like half an hour
- William taught me a new game i can fail at. but it was still fun.
- im getting my haircut tomorrow
- Nicole Turco finally gave me comprehensible directions when i was lost in East Plano.
- i got Michael's christmas present. and even though i've decided that my little brother definetly needs to be made over into a Jonas Brother, his present is still pretty cool.
- i made like eight new CDs
- i was able to think of fifteen good things in one week.
- make that fifteen: Cosmo used the word "crazed", and it was awesome
- sixteen: kimberly's little sister's friend's dad sent out fake christmas cards where he photoshopped a picture of a family's child in with lots of people they didnt know, and then sent out said card to all the family's friends. it was awesome.
and im sure i could come up with more, but im thinking i should sleep for the first time in like a week. which surely means i will not sleep at all.
peices, g.
-kellie phyne
The Best Friday Ever
today. because i am finished with exams for the rest of my life. or like a semester.
hi allison. (please note that she is not reading this because she wants to. i told her to)
sooo its possible that APEnglish killed me, but its okay because i got a seventy six. how is it possible that i got a higher grade on french (78) then on English, a language i actually speak. weird. (78)
thats my subliminal messaging to say i got a seventy eight on french. and i have never been prouder. which clearly reflects my indifference about my grades this year. senioritis sucks, especially since im not a senior. but in my defence, all my other exam grades were As, so im still intelligent enough for quad c.
um...so thats all. we (kimberly, allie and i: aka mad, bad, and dangerous to know) brought bryse at Nordstorm a cookie today, so that was nice. he probably thinks we're pretty weird. whatevs.
okay well im going shopping again, so...peices, g's.
COME TO DAFFRON ELEMENTARY ACROSS FROM THE SHOPS AT LEGACY AT SEVEN TONIGHT, FOR THE INVISIBLE CHILDREN BENEFIT CONCERT. its going to be really, really good. seriously. be there.
-kfyne
hi allison. (please note that she is not reading this because she wants to. i told her to)
sooo its possible that APEnglish killed me, but its okay because i got a seventy six. how is it possible that i got a higher grade on french (78) then on English, a language i actually speak. weird. (78)
thats my subliminal messaging to say i got a seventy eight on french. and i have never been prouder. which clearly reflects my indifference about my grades this year. senioritis sucks, especially since im not a senior. but in my defence, all my other exam grades were As, so im still intelligent enough for quad c.
um...so thats all. we (kimberly, allie and i: aka mad, bad, and dangerous to know) brought bryse at Nordstorm a cookie today, so that was nice. he probably thinks we're pretty weird. whatevs.
okay well im going shopping again, so...peices, g's.
COME TO DAFFRON ELEMENTARY ACROSS FROM THE SHOPS AT LEGACY AT SEVEN TONIGHT, FOR THE INVISIBLE CHILDREN BENEFIT CONCERT. its going to be really, really good. seriously. be there.
-kfyne
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
No, Wait.
i'm not finished. i just typed a really long paragraph about Peter De Vries quote "life is a zoo inside a jungle", but i accidently erased it or something.
so thats one of my favorite quotes. i kind of feel like the English department could have skipped Thoreau, and Emmerson, and their "great literary works" and just showed us those seven words, and then left us to decipher what they mean. i really like Clark, but even though transcendentalism clearly meant a lot to her, its not something that can just translate through a week or two of fifty minute lessons. life isnt going to happen while we're sitting in a desk taking notes, or while we're learning about when "life will happen". if theres anything that i've learned the last few months, its that you can't spend all your time focusing, and stressing, and worrying about the little things. which is an ironic thing to learn, considering. that irony is only going to be noticed by a few people, but its still there. i need to take a lesson from myself, but thats so much easier said than done.
HA that last sentence sounds like one of those girls who's facebook statuses are like "my life is so hard". i didnt mean to sound like that at all. those girls are so annoying. i just feel like everyone doesnt always need to know everything thats going on.
this was like steam of consciousness, im not even sure it makes sense to me.
but anyways, theres that. i have to go get Michael pizza.
kelly
so thats one of my favorite quotes. i kind of feel like the English department could have skipped Thoreau, and Emmerson, and their "great literary works" and just showed us those seven words, and then left us to decipher what they mean. i really like Clark, but even though transcendentalism clearly meant a lot to her, its not something that can just translate through a week or two of fifty minute lessons. life isnt going to happen while we're sitting in a desk taking notes, or while we're learning about when "life will happen". if theres anything that i've learned the last few months, its that you can't spend all your time focusing, and stressing, and worrying about the little things. which is an ironic thing to learn, considering. that irony is only going to be noticed by a few people, but its still there. i need to take a lesson from myself, but thats so much easier said than done.
HA that last sentence sounds like one of those girls who's facebook statuses are like "my life is so hard". i didnt mean to sound like that at all. those girls are so annoying. i just feel like everyone doesnt always need to know everything thats going on.
this was like steam of consciousness, im not even sure it makes sense to me.
but anyways, theres that. i have to go get Michael pizza.
kelly
I
...am so proud of myself. blogging three days in a row? this is crazed.
unfortunately, the problem with blogging everyday means there isn't really a lot to type. but I'm pretty good at talking slash writing about nothing, so I'm sure i can think of something.
so my day in general today: a lot better than yesterday.Kimberly, i know that even as my best friend you don't read this, but just in case you are, you really did help yesterday. i already told you that, but thanks again anyways. its a good thing we're both so messed up.
but that was actually more about yesterday, so... i found out i have a stalker today? i hope he isn't reading this, because i feel bad. so if i actually factually know you and I've yet to tell you about my stalker, text me. its a pretty good story. i passed my french test, which isn't really surprising in light of a recent event, but its pretty good nonetheless. we had a party in choir, so that was fun-ish.
and that's basically all. i have Algebra and English tomorrow, and i cant really study for either of those. i have to get a negative eight on the algebra exam to fail the class, which is worrisome, I'm not sure if i can manage that...
alright well this was a useless post. but thats alright.
kaybye
kelly
unfortunately, the problem with blogging everyday means there isn't really a lot to type. but I'm pretty good at talking slash writing about nothing, so I'm sure i can think of something.
so my day in general today: a lot better than yesterday.Kimberly, i know that even as my best friend you don't read this, but just in case you are, you really did help yesterday. i already told you that, but thanks again anyways. its a good thing we're both so messed up.
but that was actually more about yesterday, so... i found out i have a stalker today? i hope he isn't reading this, because i feel bad. so if i actually factually know you and I've yet to tell you about my stalker, text me. its a pretty good story. i passed my french test, which isn't really surprising in light of a recent event, but its pretty good nonetheless. we had a party in choir, so that was fun-ish.
and that's basically all. i have Algebra and English tomorrow, and i cant really study for either of those. i have to get a negative eight on the algebra exam to fail the class, which is worrisome, I'm not sure if i can manage that...
alright well this was a useless post. but thats alright.
kaybye
kelly
Sunday, December 14, 2008
One Minute Writer
Share the story of how you got a scar (or any injury, even if a scar didn't result.)
when i was six, i lived in Tampa Florida. (go bucks.) Ironically enough, this story takes place at my Catholic pre-school. Do you remember those huge, foamy blocks everyone played with when they were little? they're also in every "pit" of every gymnastics gym in the world? at my school, those were the coolest things around. in this particular story, i was crawling on the floor (typical) to get one of those infamous blocks from under a bench, when someone called my name. with my typical gusto, i yanked my head up (under the bench), smacked it on the bottom of the bench, and bit through my lip. blood was everywhere. but at that moment, i dont really remember crying all that much. i just remember grabbing My Sheet (the equivilant of a blankie, only cheaper. also typical) and putting it over my lip, like i didnt want all the attention. and then i went and found a teacher and immediatly was driven to the hospital. i still dont really remember tears, i just remember that i was really scared that i'd have to get stitches. and i did, but i got a teddy bear out of it, so it was alright. now i have a really faint line underneath my lip. its pretty badass, to be completely honest.
and thats my one minute.
so today: i woke up at three AM, and walked around my house creeper style for a while. i always do that. its so annoying. my heads like "oh hey, good morning body, i hope you werent planning on actually sleeping tonight. or ever." and then after like half an hour i went back to sleep, finally. and then i woke up for Sunday school, where we made latkes. if you ever have to spend an extended amount of time around onions and potatoes and children, im sorry, and i can fully empathize with you. its enough to make anyone crazy.
and now, im "working on my english paper". im actually just listening to the Walkdown CD Josh made last night. yeah, sorry girls, i stole it. ill make you copies if you want.
which leads me to Walkdown, which was really fun. although Louis, you like sprinted down the runway, and i was in heals. youre welcome for not falling and making you look stupid. since no one in BBYO knows me, i dont think i'd have too much humiliation to suffer from.
alright, well im going to do homework.
later, gators.
-kfine
when i was six, i lived in Tampa Florida. (go bucks.) Ironically enough, this story takes place at my Catholic pre-school. Do you remember those huge, foamy blocks everyone played with when they were little? they're also in every "pit" of every gymnastics gym in the world? at my school, those were the coolest things around. in this particular story, i was crawling on the floor (typical) to get one of those infamous blocks from under a bench, when someone called my name. with my typical gusto, i yanked my head up (under the bench), smacked it on the bottom of the bench, and bit through my lip. blood was everywhere. but at that moment, i dont really remember crying all that much. i just remember grabbing My Sheet (the equivilant of a blankie, only cheaper. also typical) and putting it over my lip, like i didnt want all the attention. and then i went and found a teacher and immediatly was driven to the hospital. i still dont really remember tears, i just remember that i was really scared that i'd have to get stitches. and i did, but i got a teddy bear out of it, so it was alright. now i have a really faint line underneath my lip. its pretty badass, to be completely honest.
and thats my one minute.
so today: i woke up at three AM, and walked around my house creeper style for a while. i always do that. its so annoying. my heads like "oh hey, good morning body, i hope you werent planning on actually sleeping tonight. or ever." and then after like half an hour i went back to sleep, finally. and then i woke up for Sunday school, where we made latkes. if you ever have to spend an extended amount of time around onions and potatoes and children, im sorry, and i can fully empathize with you. its enough to make anyone crazy.
and now, im "working on my english paper". im actually just listening to the Walkdown CD Josh made last night. yeah, sorry girls, i stole it. ill make you copies if you want.
which leads me to Walkdown, which was really fun. although Louis, you like sprinted down the runway, and i was in heals. youre welcome for not falling and making you look stupid. since no one in BBYO knows me, i dont think i'd have too much humiliation to suffer from.
alright, well im going to do homework.
later, gators.
-kfine
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Do You Ever
think about something that happened, and then imagine how different everything would be if it hadnt? for example, if we didnt have a dog, i would have to vacuum a lot less, and my dad wouldnt spend all his time talking to her (the dog, obviously). or, if i hadnt moved to Texas, id be friends with totally different people (which is a funny story, if i've ever told you about my Witch friend). or, most recently, if i hadnt been so, so excited to get to SAT class today, i wouldnt have knocked my door into the car next to me, leaving a long yellow paint smear, and therefore i wouldnt be grounded. again.
but to be totally honest, being grounded isnt all that bad. it gives me an excuse to be the complete homebody that i am. and it keeps me out of trouble ( which is the point. way to go Parents, mission accomplished.) the one thing it doesnt help me do is study. but thats fine, i dont study when im ungrounded anyways.
so this week in a nutshell: complete and total hell. i dont understand why teachers feel the need to assign useless projects. like the four and a half hour long Gettysburg film for APUSH. did anyone actually understand that movie? all i could pay attention to was their facial hair. so for any guys out there: if your face isnt visible behind your beard/goatee/mustache/sideburns, you arent hiding your unattractiveness. you're just gross.
in other news, i had TACT today for the first time in about a decade, which was really fun. (shoutout to megan who apparently reads this. hi, i still dont like you) we made cookies of eachother. well thats what we did for the twenty minutes i was there. i dont even care that it took me longer to get there than i stayed. i miss everyone whenever i dont see them, which is strange, since all my other friends i dont really think about when i havent seen them in a while.
so thats pretty much all for right now. when i think of something else random and "pointless" (watch it, Alex. we both know how deep of a thinker i am), you'll be the first to hear it.
kaypeace
kelly
but to be totally honest, being grounded isnt all that bad. it gives me an excuse to be the complete homebody that i am. and it keeps me out of trouble ( which is the point. way to go Parents, mission accomplished.) the one thing it doesnt help me do is study. but thats fine, i dont study when im ungrounded anyways.
so this week in a nutshell: complete and total hell. i dont understand why teachers feel the need to assign useless projects. like the four and a half hour long Gettysburg film for APUSH. did anyone actually understand that movie? all i could pay attention to was their facial hair. so for any guys out there: if your face isnt visible behind your beard/goatee/mustache/sideburns, you arent hiding your unattractiveness. you're just gross.
in other news, i had TACT today for the first time in about a decade, which was really fun. (shoutout to megan who apparently reads this. hi, i still dont like you) we made cookies of eachother. well thats what we did for the twenty minutes i was there. i dont even care that it took me longer to get there than i stayed. i miss everyone whenever i dont see them, which is strange, since all my other friends i dont really think about when i havent seen them in a while.
so thats pretty much all for right now. when i think of something else random and "pointless" (watch it, Alex. we both know how deep of a thinker i am), you'll be the first to hear it.
kaypeace
kelly
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Why
i am the coolest person i have ever met. Today, i rode in a police car.
well, a police SUV. it was pretty much the neatest thing ever. "hyper chouette!" (shannon.)
so i was marching in the Plano Christmas Parade (with my hair back no one knew i was a Jew, its cool.), and when we were finished shouting for The Giving Movement (www.thegivingmovement.org- shoutout), we were standing in this random parking lot. they were supossed to send a bus for us, but they didnt, so we were just stranded in central plano. they told us to find friends (which i dont have) to come pick us up or to carpool. however, as all of our cars were in the PSHS parking lot (Go West, just saying.), there was no one to get us back to our cars. and so Me and William Kerr went to ask this random police vehicle if they could drive us back to our cars. and he said yes. and so me and will and christina and jenny piled into the car and went back to the parking lot for our cars.
it was balling. and he was really nice, which i wasnt expecting. and they have SQUAD CAR TO SQUAD CAR INSTANT MESSAGING, which was freaking cool, and like a thousand billion wires in the back that attach to more wires and more devices. and they have bulletproof plastic in between the driver and the back seats, and the doors dont open from the inside. it was freaking cool.
so thats why im cool. im going to go volunteer for FNHS now, so yay for crazed community service days.
okaybye
-kfine
well, a police SUV. it was pretty much the neatest thing ever. "hyper chouette!" (shannon.)
so i was marching in the Plano Christmas Parade (with my hair back no one knew i was a Jew, its cool.), and when we were finished shouting for The Giving Movement (www.thegivingmovement.org- shoutout), we were standing in this random parking lot. they were supossed to send a bus for us, but they didnt, so we were just stranded in central plano. they told us to find friends (which i dont have) to come pick us up or to carpool. however, as all of our cars were in the PSHS parking lot (Go West, just saying.), there was no one to get us back to our cars. and so Me and William Kerr went to ask this random police vehicle if they could drive us back to our cars. and he said yes. and so me and will and christina and jenny piled into the car and went back to the parking lot for our cars.
it was balling. and he was really nice, which i wasnt expecting. and they have SQUAD CAR TO SQUAD CAR INSTANT MESSAGING, which was freaking cool, and like a thousand billion wires in the back that attach to more wires and more devices. and they have bulletproof plastic in between the driver and the back seats, and the doors dont open from the inside. it was freaking cool.
so thats why im cool. im going to go volunteer for FNHS now, so yay for crazed community service days.
okaybye
-kfine
Monday, December 1, 2008
The Greatest Night of my Life
was, uncontestedly (word?) last night. so, just for my reader(s), here is a bulleted list of why it was so awesome.
- kimberly, allie, and i's talk about our economic standings, in terms of our parents income in relation to Massie, Claire, and Kristen of the Clique.
- our heart to heart in the car about our fuckedupness.
- my new favorite band, The City Lives. (honestly though, it would be a lie to already have ranked them my favorite. im nothing if not loyal. so they can have 4th place) because i like to be optimistic about my blog viewage (word?), im going to shout out to Sammy, Josh, and Chase, because im one hundred percent aware of my creeper tendencies, and you were all champs. and you're all really attractive, so theres that.
- Jet Lag Gemini, and their shoutout to Invisible Children. thats my favorite charity, but due to my brokeness, i donate vicariously through my parents. and to my reader (im not even bothering with the hopeful "s" this time) in plano, im singing in an invisible children benefit concert on december 19th at seven. its going to be really good (especially me. im a damn good singer. and humble to boot), so you should come and donate. its good karma and stuff.
- obviously the all american rejects and their one second set. it changed my life. i love you tyson ritter.
believe me, i could go on and on and on. but my brother needs to do science fair (dork) .
kaypeace
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Boringest Week Ever
monday-thursday:epic failure in every subject. i have senioritis. and theres no cure, since im only a junior.
friday: i went to work. fun.
saturday: i went to work. and then i babysat. more fun.
sunday: i went to sunday school and did homework.
thats a little bit of a dramatic stretch. i did do some fun things. like..i went to Target with kimberly. and...i inducted the freshmen into BBYO.
BUT its all alright. because next weekend is basically going to make the life. first of all, its thanksgiving break, and therefore is already pretty sweet. second of all, its my little brother's bar mitzvah, so my large family is coming in town, which will be fun. and third and (sorry, michael) foremost- I AM SEEING THE ALL AMERICAN REJECTS AT THE LOFT ON SUNDAY NIGHT. i basically have never been this excited for anything in my whole life. Tyson Ritter, the lead singer of the AAR, and have been engaged since i was in eigth grade. sometimes it sucks a little bit that he doesnt know he is engaged, but i can get over it. he'll find out SUNDAY.
and then theres the small issue of his super hott girlfriend. but its whatever.
so thats that, evidently. im just rocking out to AAR. i wonder what ill wear to the wedding? white dress=too conventional for Tyson Ritter.
alright. well enjoy the picture on top.
peece
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
If you had the opportunity to write as a career, what would you write?
i actually would really, really love to write for a magazine. thats so specific, right? i really like writing about people, and even when im just like walking around i basically and always writing a story in my head. and embarassingly enough, i totally have like four diaries full of random stories i make up. i think this is because im ALWAYS reading. its so ridiculous.
that was like one line and it took me forever.
not much new here. im going to All American Rejects next next sunday, so thats pretty much the best thing ever. im marrying Tyson Ritter. its okay that he doesnt know it yet, i can get over that.
French is hard again, which sucks. i HATE verb tenses. honestly, ive gotten along just fine for the past five years speaking in present tense, i think ill be alright if i never have to conjugate a subjunctive, or analyse another "si" clause again. which is pretty convienant, since i have roughly four weeks left in my french career.
i have another choir thing again tomorrow. choir at my school is so intense this year. that sounds like a HUGE oxymoron, im aware. but in all seriousness, i sometimes just want to shake some of the people and be like "chill out, its only choir". it upsets me to see everyone freaking out about who beat who in the all region audition, or who needs to work on their sightreading. i think im most likely just over tired or something. i have been spending a lot of time in the choir room lately, so im sure that contributes, also.
im reading Out of Africa for ap english. it started out like death, but its actually getting a lot more intesting. that being said, if you ever happen to move to Africa with the intention of running a coffee farm with your husband slash cousin, dont write a memoir. just dont do it. no one will want to read it. thats my public service announcement.
and with that, im going to take care of the large burn underneath my eyebrow. shoutout to Dot, who has witnessed this burn. it happened again. cut my life into peices.
kaybye
-kelly
i actually would really, really love to write for a magazine. thats so specific, right? i really like writing about people, and even when im just like walking around i basically and always writing a story in my head. and embarassingly enough, i totally have like four diaries full of random stories i make up. i think this is because im ALWAYS reading. its so ridiculous.
that was like one line and it took me forever.
not much new here. im going to All American Rejects next next sunday, so thats pretty much the best thing ever. im marrying Tyson Ritter. its okay that he doesnt know it yet, i can get over that.
French is hard again, which sucks. i HATE verb tenses. honestly, ive gotten along just fine for the past five years speaking in present tense, i think ill be alright if i never have to conjugate a subjunctive, or analyse another "si" clause again. which is pretty convienant, since i have roughly four weeks left in my french career.
i have another choir thing again tomorrow. choir at my school is so intense this year. that sounds like a HUGE oxymoron, im aware. but in all seriousness, i sometimes just want to shake some of the people and be like "chill out, its only choir". it upsets me to see everyone freaking out about who beat who in the all region audition, or who needs to work on their sightreading. i think im most likely just over tired or something. i have been spending a lot of time in the choir room lately, so im sure that contributes, also.
im reading Out of Africa for ap english. it started out like death, but its actually getting a lot more intesting. that being said, if you ever happen to move to Africa with the intention of running a coffee farm with your husband slash cousin, dont write a memoir. just dont do it. no one will want to read it. thats my public service announcement.
and with that, im going to take care of the large burn underneath my eyebrow. shoutout to Dot, who has witnessed this burn. it happened again. cut my life into peices.
kaybye
-kelly
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Today
was so, so long. i had to help with pre-area auditions for seven hours last night at West. it was super intense. but not. at all.
but hey, mckinney boyd high school. you are all attractive. i hope youre reading this and you think im a freak. it happens.
we watched big fish in world of ideas today. if you havent seen it, go see it. right now. it was so good. its actually a little bit like a movie on crack, but i LOVED it. it made me think, which i actually generally HATE in a movie, but it was amazing. so go to itunes and buy it RIGHT NOW.
my brothers freaking out because its his turn to use the computer or something stupid like that.
bye:)
but hey, mckinney boyd high school. you are all attractive. i hope youre reading this and you think im a freak. it happens.
we watched big fish in world of ideas today. if you havent seen it, go see it. right now. it was so good. its actually a little bit like a movie on crack, but i LOVED it. it made me think, which i actually generally HATE in a movie, but it was amazing. so go to itunes and buy it RIGHT NOW.
my brothers freaking out because its his turn to use the computer or something stupid like that.
bye:)
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Copying Jaime
sorry. im doing a one minute writer. dont hate me, please
Coin a word to describe your present life.
flurring. because i feel like thats what my year is doing, its just flurring right past me. and im missing it. i feel like i should be doing more with my time than i have been. i've never been the kind of person who just lets life pass her by, but since school started thats all ive been doing. i need to make some new friends, and generally just get out there more. i love my friends, duh, but its never a bad thing to make new ones, right?
so if you want to be my friend, comment on my blog. or facebook stalk me. unless i've never met you. because if youre reading this and ive never met you, while i appreciate the support because you are most likely the ONLY person reading this, you are a little bit of a creeper. sorry you had to find out this way.
well since its seven forty five but it looks like its midnight, im going to go do night time things. like...homework. NOT. i dont do that kind of thing.
kaybyeee
-yllek htebazile
Coin a word to describe your present life.
flurring. because i feel like thats what my year is doing, its just flurring right past me. and im missing it. i feel like i should be doing more with my time than i have been. i've never been the kind of person who just lets life pass her by, but since school started thats all ive been doing. i need to make some new friends, and generally just get out there more. i love my friends, duh, but its never a bad thing to make new ones, right?
so if you want to be my friend, comment on my blog. or facebook stalk me. unless i've never met you. because if youre reading this and ive never met you, while i appreciate the support because you are most likely the ONLY person reading this, you are a little bit of a creeper. sorry you had to find out this way.
well since its seven forty five but it looks like its midnight, im going to go do night time things. like...homework. NOT. i dont do that kind of thing.
kaybyeee
-yllek htebazile
Sunday Morning
hey hi hello there,
so im up ssuuupppeerrr early, like every other day, to go teach my second graders at Sunday school. today we're learning about Avodah, or living a prayer-like, torah filled life.
avodah kind of interests me a little. its so broad, but at the same time its really specific. like, "follow the ten commandments" alright, well thats pretty straight forward. but then "remember my mitzvot and do them" alright G-d, ill just keep in mind every single thing youve ever done for me and recreate it? that cant even happen. so i guess i'll just work harder on living in a way that makes me feel proud of myself. and so teaching sunday schools a pretty good start...
last night i saw Twelve Angery Jurors at Greehill. it was so, so, good. theyre performing again today at three, i believe. the play was about twelve jury members called to decide a murder case. at first, eleven of them are all convinced that the man is guilty beyond reasonable doubt, but one brave man wishes to talk it over and explore every aspect, because at first it seems like he is the only one who realizes that they are throwing a potentially innocent mans life away. one by one, after going over diagrams and even recreating the murder, they believe that the man is innocent.
the play made me realize that sometimes you really have to stand alone for a little while, even when its hard, to get other people to listen and to understand your point of view. so way to go, Andrew Smith, Brett Bode, Serena Anis, and everyone i didnt know, because you were all incredible.
okay im going to be late now. thanks a lot, blogspot.
-kelly
so im up ssuuupppeerrr early, like every other day, to go teach my second graders at Sunday school. today we're learning about Avodah, or living a prayer-like, torah filled life.
avodah kind of interests me a little. its so broad, but at the same time its really specific. like, "follow the ten commandments" alright, well thats pretty straight forward. but then "remember my mitzvot and do them" alright G-d, ill just keep in mind every single thing youve ever done for me and recreate it? that cant even happen. so i guess i'll just work harder on living in a way that makes me feel proud of myself. and so teaching sunday schools a pretty good start...
last night i saw Twelve Angery Jurors at Greehill. it was so, so, good. theyre performing again today at three, i believe. the play was about twelve jury members called to decide a murder case. at first, eleven of them are all convinced that the man is guilty beyond reasonable doubt, but one brave man wishes to talk it over and explore every aspect, because at first it seems like he is the only one who realizes that they are throwing a potentially innocent mans life away. one by one, after going over diagrams and even recreating the murder, they believe that the man is innocent.
the play made me realize that sometimes you really have to stand alone for a little while, even when its hard, to get other people to listen and to understand your point of view. so way to go, Andrew Smith, Brett Bode, Serena Anis, and everyone i didnt know, because you were all incredible.
okay im going to be late now. thanks a lot, blogspot.
-kelly
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Why...
i love America: they were smart enough to not choose mccain.
is less important news, im ungrounded. so thats good. and...i bought a one fifty pack of blank CDs, so thats exciting. all my other CDs melted together in my car. i didnt even know that could happen.
okaybye
is less important news, im ungrounded. so thats good. and...i bought a one fifty pack of blank CDs, so thats exciting. all my other CDs melted together in my car. i didnt even know that could happen.
okaybye
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I Feel
like a freshman again. getting rides everywhere from my parents and my upperclassmen friends. sucks.
i am officially the proud owner of a passing French grade. thank you, thank you, thank you very much. i have never been so proud of a seventy two.
so other than that, not much is new. um... im burning Kimberly a CD right now. its very possible that the majority of the CDs that once were in my house are now in Kimberly's car.
sorry this is a boring post. but its alright since no one else reads this but me.
kaybye
kelly
i am officially the proud owner of a passing French grade. thank you, thank you, thank you very much. i have never been so proud of a seventy two.
so other than that, not much is new. um... im burning Kimberly a CD right now. its very possible that the majority of the CDs that once were in my house are now in Kimberly's car.
sorry this is a boring post. but its alright since no one else reads this but me.
kaybye
kelly
Saturday, October 25, 2008
So Today
i was at TACT rehearsal, and me and Mariya were going to Northpark after. fun times. but i was like "well my favorite thrift store is down the street so lets go there first" so we parked in a lot that apparently was illegal, and when we finally left the store my car was on a tow truck. fun times. so i had to pay a hundred dollars and now i am carless for a week.
fun times. NOT
fun times. NOT
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
TACT
i thought of something else. i want to explain what i think is the most important thing i can do with my extra time.
I'm in a theater group called TeenAgeCommunicationTheater, or TACT. its run by Planned Parenthood of North Texas. after i finish saying the second sentence, most people stop listening and immediately label me as left wing, liberal, baby-killing whore. But honestly, TACT does not condone abortion or abstinence- we really just want to make sure that our audience makes informed decisions, whatever that decision may be.
so an outline of what TACT does. we have a repertoire of skits, written by the troop, about a variety of different topics that affect teenagers today, such as underage drinking, drug abuse, parental alcoholism, abstinence, marijuana, abusive relationships,and yes, abortion. we (the thirty or so teenagers from around the Dallas area that auditioned and were selected) go to churches, youth groups, juvenile detention centers, synagogues, etc. basically anywhere there are teenagers. usually these kids are underprivileged, but not always.
i cant even describe what it feels like to perform the skits. You're playing a character in a situation unlike anything you, or anyone you know, has ever experienced. what we do is stay completely in character thought the skit, and afterwards the audience asks us questions, and we answer them as the character. for example, when i play the pregnant teenager, the audience may ask me "are you going to stay with the baby's dad?" in which case i would answer whatever i think the made-up girl would say, like "we don't really know whats going to happen after this. we're trying to focus on what to do about my pregnancy"
the reason i started this with "the most important thing i can do...", is because i feel like its so rare for a teenager to feel like they're making a difference. even if my whole audience texts the whole time, but one girl or one boy asks questions and seems to understand what we're saying, its worth it. id rather make a difference in the way one person thinks than be mostly ignored by a huge group of people.
so anyways, thetas what TACT is. we also spend ALL summer learning about all the issues, so I'm a "sexpert" now. its nice.
kay.bye again.
-kfine
I'm in a theater group called TeenAgeCommunicationTheater, or TACT. its run by Planned Parenthood of North Texas. after i finish saying the second sentence, most people stop listening and immediately label me as left wing, liberal, baby-killing whore. But honestly, TACT does not condone abortion or abstinence- we really just want to make sure that our audience makes informed decisions, whatever that decision may be.
so an outline of what TACT does. we have a repertoire of skits, written by the troop, about a variety of different topics that affect teenagers today, such as underage drinking, drug abuse, parental alcoholism, abstinence, marijuana, abusive relationships,and yes, abortion. we (the thirty or so teenagers from around the Dallas area that auditioned and were selected) go to churches, youth groups, juvenile detention centers, synagogues, etc. basically anywhere there are teenagers. usually these kids are underprivileged, but not always.
i cant even describe what it feels like to perform the skits. You're playing a character in a situation unlike anything you, or anyone you know, has ever experienced. what we do is stay completely in character thought the skit, and afterwards the audience asks us questions, and we answer them as the character. for example, when i play the pregnant teenager, the audience may ask me "are you going to stay with the baby's dad?" in which case i would answer whatever i think the made-up girl would say, like "we don't really know whats going to happen after this. we're trying to focus on what to do about my pregnancy"
the reason i started this with "the most important thing i can do...", is because i feel like its so rare for a teenager to feel like they're making a difference. even if my whole audience texts the whole time, but one girl or one boy asks questions and seems to understand what we're saying, its worth it. id rather make a difference in the way one person thinks than be mostly ignored by a huge group of people.
so anyways, thetas what TACT is. we also spend ALL summer learning about all the issues, so I'm a "sexpert" now. its nice.
kay.bye again.
-kfine
When
did is get so cold? my car was like antarctica today.
The other day at work, this jewish woman from New York (although thats just a guess. all adult jews have new york accents. its proven) was on the phone with her husband and was like "well im shvetzen (jewish for sweating) right now. but next week the cold front comes in, it'll be seventy degrees!" with an eye roll.
so orthodox jewish lady with child and cake batter ice cream? its fifty four right now. TAKE THAT.
Also, when did i suddenly become so unintelligent? i've NEVER had to work this hard at school in my whole life. AP French is going to be the death of me (sera la morte de moi, je pense) because i only just realized that after five years, i actually dont speak french. im looking forward to a fun year.
alright, time to walk my dog in the blizzard outside. Fun times.
peace
-kfine
The other day at work, this jewish woman from New York (although thats just a guess. all adult jews have new york accents. its proven) was on the phone with her husband and was like "well im shvetzen (jewish for sweating) right now. but next week the cold front comes in, it'll be seventy degrees!" with an eye roll.
so orthodox jewish lady with child and cake batter ice cream? its fifty four right now. TAKE THAT.
Also, when did i suddenly become so unintelligent? i've NEVER had to work this hard at school in my whole life. AP French is going to be the death of me (sera la morte de moi, je pense) because i only just realized that after five years, i actually dont speak french. im looking forward to a fun year.
alright, time to walk my dog in the blizzard outside. Fun times.
peace
-kfine
Monday, October 20, 2008
Blogging Virginity
Im jumping on the bandwagon, and making a blog. i kind of feel like im in sixth grade and im making a xanga. blogspot is the xanga of the educated and sophisticated, evidently.
all i've really been thinking about lately (thats bloggable, anyways) is that i always seem to have a theme song- a song that i play on repeat every time im in my car, or listening to my ipod, or getting ready for school. and whats so strange to me is that they really, really affect my mood. maybe become more and more moody is all part of the fabulously raging hormones that come with being a teenager. or maybe ive just been so stressed out that my brain needs the repetition to get my mind of all the other stuff going on. either way, my head has been like a soap opera, with the violent mood swings ive been having.
so other than that, my lifes pretty boring. maybe ill just make up stories so my blogs as cool as everyone elses. next time, ill tell you all about the time i got attacked by a cobra.
i bet im the only one that ever reads this. whatever.
bye!
kelly
all i've really been thinking about lately (thats bloggable, anyways) is that i always seem to have a theme song- a song that i play on repeat every time im in my car, or listening to my ipod, or getting ready for school. and whats so strange to me is that they really, really affect my mood. maybe become more and more moody is all part of the fabulously raging hormones that come with being a teenager. or maybe ive just been so stressed out that my brain needs the repetition to get my mind of all the other stuff going on. either way, my head has been like a soap opera, with the violent mood swings ive been having.
so other than that, my lifes pretty boring. maybe ill just make up stories so my blogs as cool as everyone elses. next time, ill tell you all about the time i got attacked by a cobra.
i bet im the only one that ever reads this. whatever.
bye!
kelly
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