Old

I was cleaning my room earlier and thinking about the future, which are both really really dangerous things to do separately but potentially suicidal when combined, and the only thing I could really comprehend was the sheer amount of life there is left to be lived. And the amount of it i've already started.

Like how in a few months, me and 952 of my closest friends will walk across a stage and shake the hand of a principal we never really knew, listen to the valedictorian give a speech about our bright futures, and sit awkwardly amongst peers we only vaguely recognize in a ceremony that formally closes our high school careers forever. and afterwards we'll take hundreds of pictures and give thousands of hugs and smile until our cheeks hurt. and then, after four years of (at some times unbearable but at most times unmemorable) high school, we'll be finished and on with our lives.

but I don't want high school to be so unmemorable. I'm realizing that it isn't the homecomings and proms and graduations we'll remember. its the millions of Starbucks runs during English class, the thousands of nights where we lied to our parents and partied far past our curfews, the hundreds of all nighters pulled worrying for precal, and the tens of exams where, when we inevitably were unprepared, we just marked "c", that all add up to the general feeling of nostalgia we'll get when we're 45 and we find an old yearbook.

We'll graduate college, get a degree (for some people, several), settle down and have a family and at some point, wonder exactly which decision it was that turned us into our parents. sorry for that pessimism. I haven't really been sleeping.

this was so convoluted. but I think it makes some sense. which is a paradox, and also a metaphor for the last four years.

-Kelly

ps hey Kevin

Am

...I the only person that thinks completely filling up your gas tank is just the best thing?

i'm the person that they included the "do not top off your gas tank" warning for on the gas pumps. I just feel like my car is so much better when I have a full tank.

Having a full gas tank just opens up a huge realm of possibilities. I can practically drive to Mexico on a tank of gas. Or just downtown. Or just to and from school for a week. The choice is completely up to me, because my car will just do whatever I want.

it's nice to have control over something like that.

So other than those nice thoughts on gas tanks, my life is falling back into that "average" catagory that drives me crazy. Sometimes I love that I don't have tons of stupid drama. Sometimes I'm bored out of my mind.

I think I just need to get out of Plano. And as much as I'm going to hate going to college and having to make new friends, I really need to. I'll obviously miss everyone here, and even though I don't really say it, I'm going to be so lost without Allison and Kimberly and everyone else. But I just have this constant nagging feeling that as great as Plano has been to grow up, I just really need to be out of the bubble and atleast somewhat in the real world. With real people.

So theres a little rant for you.

kfine

When

...it's your job to sit and watch people swim back and forth, you start to notice things.
and for a while I would just look at the ripples in the water, or the pattern that the lap lanes make across the pool. but then i started noticing the swimmers.

specifically, their backs. have you ever actually thought about a back? of course not. why would you? its just there. but now its all i notice. It doesn't matter how old or how big the swimmer is, their back always looks strong. its just all these muscles coiling and moving and turning into shoulders.

we turn our backs on people when we're walking away. we don't face it and just keep staring when we're disappointed. we show that we're sad, but we're strong. we show them our back. it hides our emotion, and we need it.

and we give people our shirts off of it. I've never done that. but you always hear the saying. "that boy would give the shirt off of his back for a stranger," not "that boy would go shirtless to keep someone warm." you give someone something off of your back because your back doesn't really need anything. it supports you, you clothe it.

people who give up easily are spineless, like a jellyfish. its weird that we say jellyfish, and not... crustacean. but its less weird that we say spineless. we think the brain makes the decisions, or the heart for the sentimental. and they do. but the back makes you carry it out. the back makes sure you're okay.

someone has your back. they're there for you, but more specifically, if you're giving up and even your back cant stop you, they can help. when you're backing down, your back is the last thing to go.

even when your back fails, and you're running away, its the last thing that's seen in a final "fight of flight" reaction. you cant live without your back, and your back will do anything to be there. anything.

The TMC patrons probably think I'm just guarding their lives extra carefully. or that I'm looking at their butts as they swim laps. I'm not checking you out, I swear. I'm looking at your back, and your shoulders, and the fact that you're propelling yourself through this water again and again and again and your back is just there, helping you, saying nothing but meaning everything.

you're going to start noticing backs now, i bet.

God

...I am so sorry i've been so dramatic lately. I bet that if you read every single one of my blog posts, every third one or so would apologize for being so dramatic.

But i'm sorry none the less.

An update on my life for Claire: I'm completely done with college, the OU letter was the best one, Ive never been so starved for sushi in my entire life as I am while I wait for you to come home, I'm not actually suicidal but it was pretty nice that you thought you might want to take it seriously, Right now i'm not wearing makeup because i'm finished with that, Dave and Marshall are doing fantastic, i'm still not allowed in the choir room, its damn cold here in the mornings and then like 75 when I'm walking to the car after 5th, I absolutely cannot wait until i'm a second semester senior and don't have to be a student, We have so many boys to catch up on and we'll need to call eachother soon, Wednesday are still absolutely hellish days, we're really really legitimate, but I have to go to a Wadel dinner now.

I'll call you?

K. so that was for Claire. I'm really so so excited to be done with school though. Even though I know i'm not, and I'm going to have to keep taking tests and going to class and like ish doing homework until im completely finished, but I'm really just barely hanging in there.

Unless this is a college...

I'm a great student and even though these past few weeks have been tough I just cannot wait to finish out my senior year strong and buckle down for an academic college experience.

k i realy do need to go be a president.

pieces,
Kelly

...in newspaper, Katie was like "Kelly, you're so quick. you always have an answer and it so clever!"

I remember when I used to be clever.

Now i'm just a brooding teenager. Does me brooding about being a brooding teenager count as brooding?

Brooding is an exceptionally hard word to type. Open a word document and give it a try.

Why

...are we all so obsessed with ourselves?

This probably is trite. That's okay. Welcome to my blog.

Every single Monday, someone in my precal class asks my teacher how her weekend was. The boy who asks is just a nice guy- everyone likes him, and he's probably just trying to be polite. But before my teacher can answer with her sometimes too detailed response, everyone tunes out.

And it's not like we're being obvious about it is the same. We just do little things. Pick up our pencils, "discreetly" check our phones, flip through our notebooks. No one is listening. No one even cares. And I think being inconspicuous is even worse, because the teacher probably notices and its even more offensive.

Why does everyone do that? I mean I do it too, but honestly? Is it just our generation that has absolutely zero attention span, combined with zero respect, or is it a general declination in giving-a-damn that's happening all over the world? Its kind of embarassing.

what is our generation even called? Generation Me, probably. If it isn't, it should be. Because, sorry if i'm offending anyone, but thats all we care about, for the most part. Is that just human nature? To put ourselves first, like a fight-or-flight like reflex? Or are we seriously just losing touch with humanity? I hope its the first.

We should work on that. I'll try harder. Tell me to ask you a question, and i'll do it. And i'll listen to your answer. And I'll remember it, because I really do care. Try Me.


-Kelly

Progress

Allison, Steph and I made serious progress on our list yesterday. The list allll the way from March, that was basically ignored all summer. But we accomplished like three things yesterday!

13- Go to Sprinkles
29-Apply for jobs at places that are way out of our league-
I've lost my faith in humanity because every single place we went to took us so seriously. Even Primacare. The receptionist asked if we were nurses or had any sort of qualifications, and we answered "no, but we are really fast learners." At the Porche dealership, we asked if they had any positions available for test drivers, and were given applications. At the Lexus dealership, we were given business cards. Why aren't people ruder to annoying teenagers coming to ask for jobs?

43- leave facebook videos from someone else's living room. We stood around my kitchen counter for close to ten minutes, thinking of who wouldn't think we were too weird but who wouldn't be considered cheating. It had to be at least pretty awkward. Eventually, we landed on Taylor's house, and he was such a good sport. We even watched like ten minutes of The Office together.

I changed the list to reflect what we've accomplished. I'm pumped for the day we get to reenact historical duels and read Hamlet in public places.

Kbye

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

I'm going to admit that I complained a lot about reading this play, but I actually love it.But really, AP English 4? We need to read Hamlet and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and our book club books and The Aenid and Much Ado About Nothing? In one six weeks?

I really like Shakespeare. Every time the teacher announces we're reading a play I complain and roll my eyes like everyone else, but it's just an act. I actually understand Shakespeare. I wish we all still spoke like that.
"come come, you answer with an idle tongue"
"go go, you question with a wicked tongue."
Now, we'd just be like
"but really, why are you being so annoying?"
"why are you asking me such stupid questions?"

the art of words, spoken and written, has completely gone down the drain. as Guildenstern said, "Words, words, they're all we have to go on." Which I really agree with. And Guildenstern is just so...funny? Like that sounds weird that I really like Guildenstern, but I think he's just a funny little guy. And how Rosencrantz has absolutely no idea who really is is pretty funny too.

Don't you HATE when you have to use a word two times in a row? like right above this paragraph. I used a double "is". That's so frustrating because even though I feel like there is probably a much better way to phrase that sentence, and therefore avoid using double "is"s, I just really don't want to. And it probably gets the point across just as well. Probably.

kbye.
Kelly

Cake

I missed the one year anniversary of my blog! It was yesterday.

I feel like it needs to be mentioned that after one year, a whole 365 days, there are still only eight people in the world that read this blog.

Why on earth is there such a thing as blogs? Procrastination? I bet that if you looked at the dates of all of my blog posts over the past year, they fall on the night before a major project is due. Like tonight! I just spent a seven hours at Nelly's house working on our Hamlet project and I still have to write my Writer's Notebook essay but instead, I'm celebrating.

So I painted my nails glittery purple on Monday and I feel like Hannah Montana.

Oh!

So for the last (almost) two years of driving, I have defended myself over and over again, insisting that I am actually a good driver. I decided that I shouldn't lie to myself anymore. No one is fooled. But for once, I got into driving trouble that wasn't my fault. In the West parking lot. Again. Only this time I actually got the other driver's information, so clearly I'm learning.

but anyways, so I was sitting at a stop sign, waiting to turn left, when I get rear ended by the yellow Wrangler behind me. I really like that car. But anyways, I shout a pretty harsh expletive and get out of the car, only to see that the Wrangler was hit too, which is why they hit me. Luckily I knew the girl behind me, because I really wanted to freak out. But Allison was there so that was good. But anyways, the Wrangler is totally messed up but luckily Rex is such a tank and even though the back bumper looks like complete trash, I can drive.

Other than that fun time, I'm extremely bored with my life. Boston was fun. I loved loved loved Northeastern, was pretty okay with Boston University, and hated UMass. Which kind of sucks because that was the only one I visited that I had actually applied to. Of course. But I can definitely see myself going to school in New England, even though it snowed all the way from my family's house in New York to Massachusetts. I still maintain that Massachusetts is too hard to spell. Dear America, work on that.

Well since I worked this morning and was therefore awake at 4:15, and I have an essay or six to write, I'll take care of that.

Happy Birthday to The Way I See It.

piece,
Kelly

Isn't it weird

...how people always say "oh yeah, you'd love it there." or "here, you'll like this."

How do they know? Every single time someone says "Oh yeah, you'll like it there." I just want to ask them how they know. Because I sure as hell don't.

Like this college trip to Boston tomorrow. Yeah, I know I'll be happy wherever I go. But the way everyone says "oh, Boston University? Yeah, you'll love it there!" is so annoying. I don't even know what I'm wearing tomorrow, let alone what kind of college I'm looking for.

Can someone lend me this confidence everyone else seems to have in what I'll like? I feel like sometimes knowing what you want is an important thing.

But as I mentioned, tomorrow I'm jetting off to Massachusetts to look at schools. But I'm really kind of nervous about going to schools there because Massachusetts is so hard to spell. Why do they spend so much time telling us how to spell M-ISS-ISS-IPP-I when MASS-A-CHU-SETTS is really hard too? I think my first grade self would have been up for that challenge, but my seventeen year old self is just too old to learn such a hard State spelling.

I really need to get off of facebook. Sometimes, I'll have facebook open on my computer, and without realizing it I'll start to check it from my phone. Last year Maddy disabled her facebook for like three weeks. I wonder if I have the courage to do that. I'd probably crack after like a day.

Zoe just called me to tell me she doesn't have enough cash to pay for her burger at JCs and its just sooososososososososososososososo embarrassing.

well that's the news from Lake Woebegone, where the women are strong, the men are good looking, and the children are above average.

pieces,
Kelly

Do you ever

...watch people in the cars around you? I keep finding myself doing that.

I've always been entirely too empathetic. That's why I don't see movies- because I leave feeling like I've either just watched my dog die or my husband cheat on me or the world explode into a thousand pieces and regardless of the genre I leave the theater feeling like I'm out of place in my own skin.

But back to the point. I've been noticing people a lot. And its always really baffled me how there are six billion people in the world (ish) living lives completely unrelated to mine, and I'm just a QUARK (smaller than an atom. google it) on the eye of a needle against the endless backdrop of the universe. But that isn't even really what I'm trying to say.

What I mean is that every single time I'm at a traffic light or stop sign or just not watching the road, I wonder about everyone in the cars around me. Who are they? Do they like ranch dressing? Do they read Shakespeare? Do they prefer paper or plastic? And I just sit there and stare, and they're probably scared I've caught them subconsciously picking their nose but I didn't, so they shouldn't worry. I just want to understand them.

Today, for example, as I was waiting to turn into the Tom Thumb parking lot to get my flu shot, there was this boy a little younger than me in the passenger seat of a white Mazda. And because of my staring, we made eye contact. And I wanted, in that very second, to know him. I wanted so badly to just park my car, walk over to him, and be like "hey, I'm Kelly, and you look like you have a story."

But of course I didn't. Every second I'm not vaccinated against the flu is an opportunity for infection. And his car drove away. But maybe one day we'll meet again at that intersection and we'll be fast friends. Or maybe I'll go to sleep tonight and tomorrow I'll "meet" someone entirely new to think about.

But white Mazda boy? We really had something special. We could have been great.

So other than that, all of my early action schools are finished! Party. (Party in the USA: one of those songs that I'm so embarrassed to love)
TACT performed at Juvie on Monday, which was fun. I love TACT performances, even when I complain the entire way there to anyone who will listen that I just have so much to do that night. It's usually a lie. But I did miss Gossip Girl...

the newspaper came out today! my very first by line- well officially. Jaime wrote a story about blogging and called it Blogspiration, which was a personal achievement as that is one of my favorite words. But I couldn't be interviewed because I'm on staff, so I just read it and wished that I could scrawl "kayfinetoo.blogspot.com" across the bottom of every paper. Not really. It's okay if no one reads this.

So that's that. I'm about to take Michael to get ice cream. Even though its freezing outside. When I took a walk after school I could wear my North Face. It was so good.

Pieces
Kelly

SEN10R YEAR

has, so far, been really good. And difficult. I vaguely remember everyone last year being like "da da da, you think Junior year sucks but just wait until you're doing the same amount of work plus college" and me being like "shut up I have an English test."

I should have listened, not that it would have helped. But I have officially finished all of my early action schools, which is possibly the hugest relief ever.

Have you ever just been sitting around and all of the sudden realized how right your parents are? Like all the time? I will admit that I do not listen to my mother the first twelve times she asks me to do something, and when my dad asks me to do even the littlest thing I act like it's just such an inconvenience. But I've come to realize that they're usually right. They have a rhyme to their reason, if you will. They don't just have me do meaningless crap all the time, regardless of what I argue sometimes. oftentimes. Kay all the time.

But other than the sudden epiphany that my parents have brains in their head, it's the thick of Homecoming week at school, and its great. I love how the student congress comes up with random theme days and everyone participates and you absolutely don't look a dork when you wear something completely ridiculous because everyone is and so you fit in. I love it so much it makes me write run-on sentences. Take that, college.

But I really am so excited to homecoming. And its funny, because I'm not a dance person. I don't love getting dressed up and photographed and chauffeured around. But it's almost like homecoming is an exception. Like yeah, the getting dressed up part is kind of annoying, but the pictures afterwards are priceless. And the getting chauffeured around is weird, but the time spent with your friends (note: my group has 28 people.) makes it worth the weirdness. And even though last years homecoming for me was a complete and utter disaster, I can honestly say I am really, really excited for this years. Go West.

OH so since its been so so so so long since I've blogged, I'll just keep on writing.

This morning, I was awoken by my phone vibrating at five fifteen AM. I considered ignoring it, but because it woke me up and I knew I wouldn't be falling back asleep, i answered.
"Hello?"
"Kelly? What are you doing?"
"Sleeping. Who are you?"
"Heather. Are you planning on coming in to work today?"
"Well shit."

That's pretty much how it went down. I was so so so late for work. And that made me want to die, really, because I hate being late. And then I spent the entire day annoyed at how I was late and irresponsibly sleeping, which is really just ridiculous, but whatever. So sorry, Lifeguard Staff, for being late. I'm a bad person.

And with that, I'm going to go study for my precal test. Precal is going to kill me, btw, for anyone who happens to maybe be really good at precal and maybe just wants to spend more time with me. Either one, preferably both.

Pieces
Kelly

ps, Jaime made me so so uncomfortable about how plain my blog is. So I'm redecorating. And there goes the precal time.

Dear Claire,

I'm sorry that I am no longer going to visit OU the weekend of homecoming. I am not too sorry, however, because before long I will be traipsing across the campus with you while I completely disregard all of my home obligations and college applications.

also, 1212 Forever.

Love,

Kelly

ps Awagi has fallen out of my life. F.

At the

...end of all BBYO emails, there's this thing called an "undying love". Basically, you just type random fragments of sentences for things you're doing at the moment. for example
"with undying love and respect for college apps NOT, talking to Michael, buying iPhones..." for however long you want.

that's what this is right now. I don't have the energy to type a nice, entertaining blog. so here is my Undying Love for Tuesday, September 8Th:

Allison's notes, our parallel lives sometimes, shelving books in the library, precal is ruining my life, crying...sometimes, Kristin coming home for the weekend, missing my family even when I'm with them, being scared, simultaneously wishing i was already gone and being relieved I'm not leaving just yet, awkwardness, teddy bears in tuxedos, being world famous for something really kind of tragic, the last day of summer guarding being so sunny and great, Morgan being a library aide with me, mandatory bonding time for newspaper tomorrow, my lunch buddy, how annoying parking after lunch is, being a real human, getting caught cheering for someone when they aren't supposed to see you, Simmy hating me just as much as Dog does- i feel like all dogs have a vendetta against me or something, getting dressed in a locker room alone, being tired all the time,hating precal- did i mention that?, missing being friends with Chloe, who'd have thought I'd ever say that, kidding kind of, Jason's deli, the fact that my toe looks like it belongs on a corpse after my run in with the front door this morning while leaving for work, the nurse was nice to me today so that was cool, fitting in with the Wolf Pack, caring about that, my hair is recovering the lost inch from my haircut slowly but surely, the fact that I bought Michael's iPhone for twenty five dollars and a two liter bottle of Dr. Pepper, liking Dr. Pepper now, hating plan GWHTASHTHC because it was such a failure, being so so so glad I have a class with Allison, my homecoming group is freaking huge, trying to stop my profanity because it is getting so out of hand, Zoe and Me's pact that is so good for us, talking to Brett and Zeto for the first time in what seems like forever, the return of Curly Meatchopper into my life in a way I wouldn't have guessed before, Mrs. Clark falling off the face of the earth, this is such a quality undying love, missing Allie Simmons all of the sudden, deciding to text her, done, and being finished with the procrastination happening right now.

Pieces
Kelly

You Know

how when you're even a little bit crabby and your parents are like "god, you're so overtired"?

well I'm overtired.

Today, (yes today?) in precal, the FRESHMAN next to me was smacking his gum alllll over the place. And while this is definitely one of my biggest pet peeves, normally I'd just be mildly annoyed. but I'm pretty sure I almost punched this kid in the head. And if I hadnt somehow misplaced my ability to talk to people I don't know recently, I probably could have asked him to stop.

But I didn't.

Instead I just sat there, silently seething for 50 minutes.

God. I really hate gum chewers.

Abbrevs

I'm totes loving that everyone can talk in abbrevs and its socially acceptable.

Well "socially acceptable" is kind of a loose term. When I said "obvi" at camp, I was told to never speak or breathe again. I guess "Acceptable in the company of fellow abbrev speakers, or when being ironic" is a better term.

Newspaper is proving to be so much more work than I thought, and we haven't even started our first offish issue yet. But it's good that we're practicing, because my first drafts read exactly like this blog. AKA completely impossible to follow, lacking in a point, and "leaves the reader with something to be desired." We made our press passes today though, i feel so legit.

So other than that, I'm pretty much enjoying school. I can already tell that English is going to require tons of work, but I knew that from the seniors last year. Every single senior I knew warned me not to take AP English 4. But I'll handle it, whatever. And APES would be boring but Allison is in it, so it's good. We haven't had a class since middle school.

Actually we have. But even though we've acknowledged that we had multimedia together freshmen year, and English together sophomore year, we're still acting like it's the hugest deal in the world.

Speaking of Allison, the homecoming drama has begun. Maybe I can steer clear of it this year. Well I pretty much did last year, but I'm hoping to steer so far clear that people forget I even go to West. That would be nice.

Time to return to college applications! WOW they suck.

pieces,
Kelly

One Minute Writer

What is the last compliment you remember receiving?

Actually, last night via facebook chat, Josh Goldberg told me I am "one of the funniest people he knows". Coming from someone with 1,811 facebook friends, that means a lot.
But at the same time, being funny is such a weird thing to be. Like, who defined "funny"? Because even though Kimberly and Allie and I find eachother really, really funny, most people think we're weird. And sometimes I watch comedians and just wonder what they're like in real person- do they just pick something and say something funny? Or are they just like, really quiet?

Oh, Michael is summoning me now so I can take him for ice cream. Anything for Michael. Anything to get him off of World Of Warcraft.

Send suggestions.

Piece,
Kelly

First Day of School

And don't even worry about it- I'm still completely alive.

The first day back is always so weirdly formal. Everyone is all dressed up (not yet participating in sweat pant Wednesday, or no makeup Monday), and all the classes are silent. But it's not even a respectful silent- more like a scared shitless silent, or asleep silent.

I'm not even that upset about school starting. I need the structure in my life. Thank god I was working so much this summer, or I really might have just gone insane. The summer was fun, even though Allie/Stephanie/And I totally failed at that list. We did somethings- like see the Hannah Montana movie and Harry Potter movie at midnight, and took road trips, albeit not with each other. It was a fun summer. I'm just glad to be back at school now, even though my tan is TOTALLY going to suffer for my education.

Zoe, I hope you're reading this during your ten hour off period at school.

So the nagging call of my college applications, combined with the fact that I work at 4:45 AM tomorrow before school, is forcing me off of the computer.

Pieces
Kelly

Dear Zoe and Alex,

Thank you for the wonderful homecoming "surprise". Even though I saw your cars while driving down my street, and even though I saw you disappear into them and speed away, and even though you made me sit in my room and wait while you decorated Rex, it was still COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED.

I still have the mustache on his hood, and have gotten mostly positive comments. By mostly I mean 100% positive.

I thoroughly enjoyed half watching Gossip Girl, half sleeping, half participating in "the roundtable conversation" around my rectangular coffee table, and half texting from Zoe's phone, and half eating the cookies you brought me (NOT).

I have once again changed my password. This one is so, so, so good. You'll never guess it. It has nothing to do with a beverage or fruit, or the top half of my keyboard, or my school mascot. I doubt even Allison could guess it.

You will both guess it so fast, I'm predicting. FML.

I just took my final exam for Foundations, but when I pressed submit with a huge sigh of relief, i received this message.

Service Temporary Unavailable!
The server is temporarily unable to service your request due to maintenance downtime or capacity problems. Please try again later.


double FML.

Thanks again. It was really, really, really nice of you.

Love,
Kelly

frO'crew

I really, really did not want to go to camp this year. Kimberly and I complained all the drive there, and decided we would hate it before we even made our bunks.

I was wrong.

Once again, I underestimated just how much I love Camp Olympia. While at first I just signed up for O'Crew because thats what campers do when they turn 17, I am so glad I went. The work sucked at first. We moved water coolers every morning, inspected all the cabins, worked on the golf course, cleaned boats (actually cleaning, not "washing boats", for anyone who believed that lie for forever like I did), set up for nightly activities, and just did general maintenance on the camp. But day by day, as I got back into the Camp O spirit, I realized that O'Crew, for me, was more than just a prerequisite to being a junior counselor.

It was an apology. I'm completely aware of what a bad camper I was. I was disobediant, rude, and basically thought I owned the place- and they just put up with me. I owed camp such a big apology for how terrible i was, and a huge thank you for how fantastic it was in return. Camp Olympia is one of those places where it doesnt matter what you're doing, you still love it. So here's to the best camp everrr.

So thats that. I've been gone a while, even before I left. I'm finishing up e-school right now, which is so boring. But it would be fantastic if my mom would leave me alone about it, so I'm perservering through the terribleness.

I have so much Wadel to take care of right now. Two weeks away from my computer and everything hits the wall.

Kaybye. Sorry this is such a summary of my life.

Kelly

Care

I always duck my head when I drive under those "Seven Feet Clearance" hangings in parking garages. Always.

And it's not like my car is over seven feet and if I don't duck, my head will get ripped off along with the roof. And it's not like I'm not aware that if I don't duck my head I'll still be okay. I'm not stupid. I'm just careful.

And I haven't always been this careful. But it's not only ducking my head that I'm careful about. It's everything. I make sure to close the garage door three times before I can go upstairs at night. And then when I wake up an hour later, I make sure it's closed again. Every single night. When I have to work in the morning, or even the afternoon, I make sure I leave myself enough time to get to work/school/social gathering/location early, even if I get pulled over at every single light and get a flat tire three times. And it's not even conscious, most of the time.

But it's more. I think twice before I speak to some people. I make sure I'm liked, always. If I'm not liked, I make sure that changes. I analyze, then over analyze, then overoveranalyze every single situation.

This is why I don't sleep. There's so much to worry about.

This is another one of those ridiculous posts. But whatever, I'll be funny tomorrow or something.

kaybye
Kelly

Newspaper Camp

HEY ALL YOU GUYS AND CHICKS, I HAVE SOME POOP TO LAY ON YOU.

someone actually started a column with that. So next time you're reading my blog and thinking "god damn, Kelly, your blog just really really sucks", remember that. Just saying.

Rule number eighteen billion in the lecture we just watched was "never write a column about not having a column to write" Well sorry guys, that's basically what this blog is. And its not like I'm even being funny or clever throughout, because I'm just really not that funny or clever a lot of the time. But from here on out, I will not blog about having nothing to blog about. Worst comes to worst, I will blog about "Nature's Little Helper: Fingernails". That was one of the more interesting columns I've read today.

So all the kids here are not as bad as you gathered from the texts I may or may not have sent you. (Rule number 389234534985: Don't trip over your words. Sorry again) While we did get blacklisted at lunch, Jaime and I totally bonded over the fact that we're so used to be adored that it's just such a shock when we aren't. That sounds just as bad in a blog as it did during our conversation. I make no apologies. They definitely (credit to AKeeler to teaching me a fool proof way of spelling definitely correctly every time. Your 9th grade English teacher was correct) let us sit by them at dinner, and also breakfast, and even lunch today! And the yearbook kids were just really cool the whole time, so no complaints there. One guy, Sam, can laugh without smiling. I feel like that's just such an important skill to have in case I go into the secret service. Like raising one eyebrow. Its just so, so necessary.

Alright! Well this has been just a really nostalgic experience after all. I swear I'll stop being lame. Probably.

pieces,

Kelly

Did You Know

... that Frankford Road ends? Because it does. at i35, forcing you to go North and eventually end up at The Redneck Heaven Bar and Grill, home of the Minnow Shot and where you can Count Down To Your Spanking. You will also pass a shopping center covered in Christmas lights, a McDonald's the size of Buckingham Palace, several gang-y motorcyclists, a Marble Slab that will get your order wrong (there might be some leftover ColdStone loyalty here), and bistros with fancy french names that are written in fancy french fonts. You will accidentally insult anyone that has participated in the Color Guard.

Thank the lord for American Culture.

So DC was fun. I somehow did not get around to meeting "Obams", nor did I do any really good bonding with someone who can write me a Georgetown rec, but I'm not giving up on either of those things. Lobbying is really fun. And apparently to work in the House you have to be

1. young
2. fashionable
3. attractive

because everyone in that building was. It was so overwhelming.

As a side note, I currently have 24 songs in my iTunes. Life is ending.

I pulled my first all-nighter of the summer on Wednesday, when Harry Potter was released. It was worth the forty five minutes of sleep I got on Thursday before I had to go to the airport at 6 AM.

Alright, well the aforementioned lack of music in my iTunes really just needs to be dealt with.

Pieces

Kfine

This Blog

"Your blog has recently become just a glorified facebook status"
-Alexander Douglas Hoskins Randolph.

His name just keeps getting longer.

So yeah, he's totally correct. My blog has become a glorified facebook status. But I just reread like eight of my older posts in hopes that I can recapture the essence and spirit of my youth.

Except that my youth is completely inadequate, because the kid that's on the news right now is eleven years old, and a third degree blackbelt, and like a world champion tia-kwon-doer. That is so impressive.

When I get old, what can I tell my kids I was really good at in high school? Like... I was so good at not doing my homework, my teachers even confronted me about it. Or... I had the most violent mood swings of all my friends! That alone should be enough to get me some type of award.

So I'm about to go babysit, because its a Saturday and what else would I be doing? But I'll stop neglecting this blog, I promise.

pieces,
Kelly

I'm Currently Alone

...in Nicole Turco's house. Hoping to god that her family doesn't come home to find me sitting on their couch using her mother's mac. This happens so often, I cant even explain.

So I'm finally hanging out with Rae and Nicole again, which is so fun.

And that's all.

kaybye

-Kelly

Tan Lines

...are the only downside to lifeguarding.

Of course, I dont get tan lines where they're socially acceptable, expected even. I have a ring tan line, and a spot on my thigh where my guard tube always sits. And a shorts tan line that both makes me embarassed by how pale I was before and proud of how tan i'm getting now, but mostly the embarassed part.

God. Life as a lifeguard is just so hard.

Blogspiration

I'm posting this for Claire. While our "adventure day" was more a "shopping and east Plano viewing day" than a day for adventure, she did try her best to make me blogspired.

But I'm still not. Normally, the fact that there is a plastic wrapped role of toilet paper on the CD shelf would cause me to go into a literary frenzy. But its not. Instead, I'm just sitting here, looking at my computer screen and avoiding e-school Foundations. Which is just so boring, by the way.

This is getting easier, I guess.

At TACT on Thursday, Rita Cotterly came and spoke to us. She's basically just this crazy old lady who talks about sex and old people having sex and the different components of sex that go beyond the physical. And then after we listened to the stories of a transgendered guy named Carter, and his girlfriend Brooke. Its always so, so interesting to hear their life experience, from the confusion that is sexuality to finally realizing who they are and accepting it. Its inspiring to see someone who figured it out, when i'm constantly realizing that I have no clue what i'm doing or when i'm going to get it all figured out.

It. The elusive, all encompassing It.

Also, I want to apologize for my last two blog posts. I always complain and roll my eyes at those over dramatic girls with their exaggerated facebook statuses (stati?) about how difficult everything is. I'm not that girl. There's just this neat catch-22 that happens when I don't sleep, and instead of suffering in silence I'm just being annoying on my blog. I'm being that girl. But no worries, I'll stop.

So sorry that I've disappeared, and been weepy and dramatic and picture posting. I hope you (whoever you are) are still reading. Because it would just be such a shame for this blog to fall back into obscurity. As if it was ever actually out of obscurity.

Pieces
Kelly

Drama

I didn't want the post at the top of my blog to be so dramatic.

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-kelly

Totally Futile

I hate when this happens. Like a metaphorical yo yo- no progress, whatsoever.



I'm off blogging for a little while. I couldnt remember my password today, so that's a sign, probably.

pieces
Kelly

"Next Blog"

Thanks to my new grounding and damaged car, I have time on my hands. So I spent about an hour clicking "next blog" over and over and over again at the top of the page. So if I am a recent follower of your blog and you're creeped, sorry. If you're not creeped, then cool.

The world is so big. The portion of the blogs in English was minuscule- maybe about one every fifteen blogs was written in English, and only half of those were American. Maybe this is my way of breaking out of the metaphorical Plano Bubble, realizing that the whole world really doesn't consist of malls and Starbucks. There are about eight hundred gazillion other people in the world that lead entirely different lives than the ones my friends and I do here, and they're doing just fine.

That was a realization I should have come to a long time ago; Its not as if I've never left Plano. But its like when you drive past a school and see kids flooding out, and you realize that their existence is entirely different than yours but you're still connected in that ten seconds it takes to drive past them.

I almost feel like Andre, only less philosophical. I must be really tired.

kaybye
Kelly

Blog Block

Apparently, I have one. Because every time I've opened this to write the last three days I haven't been able to. And while normally I'd blame it on the fact that I haven't been doing anything, that's not even the case.

Austin was fun. We basically just learned about the utter failure that sex education has become in Texas public schools, and how to change our school districts or communities. I find it hard to apply what I learned to PISD, though. I feel like if I walked into the headquarters and demanded to speak to the SHAC, they'd just send me back across the street to the mall. But a few well-intentioned emails can never hurt, I guess.

So other than that... I've just been having sushi left and right with Claire, which is always an experience. And life guarding, which I love. But TACT starts Tuesday, so I cant wait for that. Actually, I'm going to go fix my entry about TACT so everyone will leave me alone. TACT obviously does not perform abortions. Pardon me.

So that's that. Trite, trite trite. I apologize.

-Kelly

Alright, Alright

I'm blogging.

Funny how that made it sound as though I am exasperated by the sheer number of fans this blog has. For the record, I am not exasperated because my blog, for the record, has like five fans, for the record. not like ALEX RANDOLPH'S BLOG,WHICH HAS EIGHT BILLION FOLLOWERS ALREADY. How is that fair? Answer: Its not.

So summers been....summery. Summary? Is that okay to use that word even though it already exists in another context? I've basically just been working a lot, which is good from a financial standpoint. Normally I would contrast that with something like "But not from a social standpoint", but that's not really a problem for me because I don't interact with people anymore, apparently. NBD.

I'm feeling some pressure to make this blog funny. I apologize for my utter failure to be funny recently.

The tornado sirens are going off. I love when that happens. I remember when we first moved (back) to Texas and the sirens went off and my family all crowded into the pantry for safety. We have the world's hugest pantry, I know because I measured it. We can feed a small African nation and have enough Macaroni and Cheese left over for Kimberly when she needs it. Just an observation. But I digress. The point was that right now, we are all on computers in our separate rooms and ignoring the sirens, which is probably a good metaphor for the tight familial bonds we have. Ha.

Oh, I owe somebody this paragraph/poem:

A devoted viewer of The History Channel
L ikes my stories about babysitting. Well he listens, at least.
E xemplifies TACT values
X I'm not even trying, X's are unfair.

H as a blog with tomb-raiding artsy pictures q
O wner of Charlie, the world's best dog.
S uper awesome person, one of my favorite TACT friends
K nowledgable when i have a question (read: always)
"iPhone is supreme"
N oticer of grammatical errors
S cientology lover (don't deny it)
/
R ationer of Points. ( I was reaching for that one, sorry)
A ctually just my subconscious
N ever ceases to say something really really mean.
D ating Violence Specialist
O bviously cool enough to be friends with me
L ikes my weird family, or at least my stories.
P robably is the only person who will read/appreciate this acrostic
H as perpetually cool hair


The end. if that gets messed up with spacing, someone will get shot.

pieces (by the way Alex, its not really okay that you signed with that)
Kelly

Oh right, I have a blog.

So I had to turn in this Anthology project for Creative Writing, and it made me realize how many poems I've written about Rex. I feel Rex is probably not the deepest of subjects, but he's my favorite, so its okay.

so Zoe (see below) showed me this website where you can convert YouTube videos on to your ipod, so I'm not studying for exams. not that i would have or anything, but this is a good time filler. four more days and I am no longer a Junior. ill most likely live until then, because I'm taking two exams. sweet life.

so other than that, nothing is new. ever. i started life guarding, so that's been fun. I'm going to Austin next next weekend to get paid to do basically what we do in TACT, so that too is fun. speaking of TACT, the new troupe has been all selected and such. I'm so nervous. What if START is better than us?

please. as if.

the crazy choir politics are all everyone (read: the choir kids) are talking about right now, which is kind of sad for those involved in said politics. good thing I'm not really in choir.

OH YEAH. i also met Nastia Luikin. she came into work and Andrew and I basically stumbled all over the place for her autograph. then i texted everyone I know because, by transitive property, I'm basically Nastia Luikin.

so i guess ill go to sleep now or something. wooh.

Pieces
Kelly

Zoe Marshall

is cool. I am eternally regretful that I neglected to text her that time I thought I was dying.

That's all.
Kelly

Story of My Life

Déjà vu: "already seen"; also called paramnesia, from Greek παρα "para," "near" + μνήμη "mnēmē," "memory", or promnesia, is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situatin previously (an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has happened in the near past)

FML

this is super dramatic, I feel like. So...Here.

Piece

Kelly

The End of the World

is happening. right now. When I was driving home earlier, I honestly thought I was going to die.

I can remember, not too long ago, when I was an idealistic child (Yesterday), thinking that I'd take the SAT as many times as it took until I could get into Georgetown. Then I actually took the SAT, and I've decided that Georgetown Community College is probably cool, too.

So I showed up half an hour early for work, which isn't unusual. But I'm always embarrassed by my weird timeliness, so I parked my awkwardly obvious yellow car and walked over to Barnes And Noble to kill time. And then, just as I'm walking up to work half an hour later, I get a text saying they didn't need me after all. of course, i had already opened the door by the point, so I just read the text, and looked up at my boss while he laughed. Wonderful.

But now I'm going to babysit. typical.

L8R
Kelly

PS- the L8R was supposed to be ironic. I swear ill never sign with that again.

What is this crazy blogger mobile appliance? Who needs this?

Answer: me. But I'm not blogging. I'm experimenting. Plus, my phone has automativ apostrophies. I bet if I combined all the time I've ever spent pressing the apostrophe key, it would be a lot. my phone also separates "alot" and makes it " a lot". Oh Roger, you're a keeper.

that's all.

Kelly

One Minute Writer

If you could have a very popular blog with millions of readers, what would it be about?

I already have that blog...its about nothing. actually, I don't even know how I'd feel about having a blog that popular. Would it come with blogerazzi? And if so, what would they do? Start blogs to comment on my blog? And what would their blogs say? "Kelly, of 'The Way I See It', was spotted car dancing at various traffic lights today," or maybe "Kelly was seen playing Bejeweled in various public places today, seeming unaware of the world outside of her head." That sounds pretty accurate.

Anyways, there's my one minute. I should be spending 40 minutes on my Synthesis essay right now, but I really don't want to..synthesize right now. Its boring. I wrote a thesis, that's really all I could bring myself to do. Looks like I'm screwed on the AP exam.

Rex and I have been spending so much quality time together lately. I had to make new CDs because I memorized the order of songs on all eight thousands CDs I already made, and the ones other people made for me. Unfortunately, the downside to that time spent with Rex is that I've had to get gas three times in two weeks, which is annoying and expensive. Mostly the latter. But today (yes today?) when I was at QT getting gas, I experienced the word "guzzling". The gas pump I was at was making the strangest humming/gulping/squirting sound, (thatswhatshesaid, the second half. Sorry.) and I identified it as "guzzling". You really do learn something new every day.

TAKS tomorrow! I'm nervous minus the nervous part. TAKS is such a waste of my life. And Saturday I'm taking an SAT, so I'm going to be all standardized-testinged out. Wonderful.

Pieces,
Kelly

Oh, How The Tables Have Turned

Since when is Allison/Dave/Petunia posting more often than me?

The last few weeks have been really busy, which is a) a welcome reminder that I actually have a social life, and b) a time consuming, energy sucking commitment.

Which is odd, because I never used to consider spending time with people a "commitment". I'm realizing that over the past year instead of getting more and more social, I've just shut down little by little. And then, every so often when I actually do morph into my former social butterfly self, I feel like I'm performing. Its probably just crazed teenage hormones and stress. I mean, the alternative is that I'm simply turning into my mother.

I don't really want to recap the last two weeks of my life, mostly in fear that it will look as trite on the computer screen as it feels. But its not, really. Trite, I mean. I'm just a little bundle of contradictions today, apparently.

I love reading blogs. Especially the blogs of people I only vaguely know. So sorry, Kami, if you're reading this, because I totally read your blog. Although if you're reading this, then I guess I shouldn't be apologizing. And there I go again...

Oh, time for me to "go to sleep". Right.

Pieces. Its been a while.
Kelly

One Minute Blogger

Imagine you have a magic mirror. What does it reveal about anyone who looks in it?

my magic mirror would tell me what i'll be doing when i grow up. that way, i can stop worrying about it. but then, i guess if it told me everything, life wouldnt be very exciting.

that was my minute, because i was attempting to help michael fix his iPhone for the rest of the time.


anyways, i have to finish the english proposal. more later. maybe. or not.

I Have

...a confession to make.

Not only am I alone on a Friday night, but I just spent half an hour watching iCarly. And laughing.

Dork: We're subtracting you from the mathletes.
Freddy: But I'm our best long divisioner!
Dork: Then it should be easy for you to understand the long division between us...and you.

that's comedy genius right there, honestly.

It feels good to get that off of my chest.

So other than that, this week was pretty boring. I bought a new Centro on eBay, so by "new" I mean "very very used." His name is Roger, and I'm currently in the market for a sticker that's shaped like a mustache so he too can have a face. I briefly considered not naming him out of respect for

1. Pedro
2. Mimi
3. Al
4. Francine

But in the end, it just didn't feel right to have an unidentified phone. And he looked like a Roger, so the rest is history.

Tonight, before coming home to watch iCarly (alone), I went to see Chloe at work, which was fun. Especially the part where like everyone I knew came in and I was sitting alone with a basket of chips in front of me. No more will I judge the people that sit alone at restaurants, maybe they have an ACT in the morning and therefore can't actually go out. Or not, whatever.

Shoutout to "The Stupid Show" circa 1999. You know who you are.

That's all, i suppose. there is no way ill be able to sleep this early. but then, i have Bejeweled and Solitaire back, so I can probably last up there in my room for a few hours.

Piece

Kelly

Justification for my Weirdness

there is none.

today, my dad was talking sssuupppeerrr loud on the phone with my brother's friends parent's to locate his missing/stolen/lost iPhone. i swear, i bet my family has destroyed at least ten thousand dollars worth of cellular telephonic devices.

but that wasn't the point of the "today, my dad...." above. i was going to say that because he was talking so loud, i went into my front yard and left Allison (from "Kelly and Allison's Summer Extravaganzic List" below) a ten minute long facebook video. At first i thought it'd be fun, leaving a video from my front lawn. until my neighbors started to walk past, and i looked like a total freak. but I'm pretty much over it.

my ADD has been so out of control lately. i thought i had grown out of the worst of it, but I'm starting to think that i absolutely have not. but its cool, at least i always have something to think about. like today, in choir, instead of learning the choreography to the Grease medley, i was thinking about how it was ironic that the "Fa" hand sign had fallen off of the wall. because they placed it on the board next to the all stater's photos. if you don't know solfege, the Fa sign is a thumbs down. therefore, there were like twenty photos of all staters lined up, and then a thumbs down sign. which i promptly pointed out to everyone. no one thought it was funny. story of my life.

and just now i sent in three psyche papers. so basically, today wasn't a totally terrible (alliteration. what have i come to, alliterating with the word "totally"?). i even talked to Shannon, who i havent talked to since freshman year. reconnecting is fun. even though she's probably like "damn, i knew there was a reason we stopped talking. shes freaking weird". I'm over that, too.

pieces
Kelly

Kelly-And-Allison-And Stephanie's-Summer Time- Extravaganzic-List

1. Movie Marathons
   --Complete StarWars
   --Hillary Duff
   --Olsen Twins
   --Harry Potter
   --Pirates of the Caribbean
2. See the Hannah Montana Movie
3. Go to Paint-n-Party
4. Re-live our glory days at a cheer competition
5. have a lemonade stand
6. road trip across America
7. go to the aquarium
8. go to the aquarium in Galveston
9. go to a spy store
10. find a job (Allie, obvi)
11. pull an all-nighter.
12. find vintage stores
13. go to Sprinkles
14. go to concerts again (Warped Tour?)
15. play laser tag without being afraid (Kelly)
16. NRH2O
17. go to the DMA
18. learn to bake a loaf of bread and churn butter (see below)
19. live at Heritage Farm (see above)
20. find a parade (and go to it)
21. cross-dress (possibly at the parade)
22. go to a lake and make friends (preferably ones with a house on said lake)
23. invent something
24. make something cool with legos
25. buy legos
26. camp out somewhere (flood plane behind Kimberly's house? sketchy.)
27. emulate someone cool
28. recreate famous historical scenes in random places (Burr and Hamilton)
29. apply for a job at classy places far out of our caliber (law firms)
30. make friends other than each other
31. learn to play card games
32. top secret.
33. find a cool, indie coffee shop (a la Friends) so we can drink hot chocolate there
34. telemarket people
35. meet a celebrity
36. get street performing licences
37. learn several words in several languages (so we look intelligent)
38. read the book jackets of famous books (so we look well-read)
39. learn to reverse park (so we can leave in a hurry)
40. write a memoir
41. read in a poetry reading. or just go to one.
42. walk through the drive through lines
43. leave facebook videos from sketchy places, like other peoples living rooms or Victoria's Secret.
44. ride a train to somewhere, a la Harry Potter.
45. Go to Assasin School
46. Wear Overalls to Willowbend
47. Sell Cones on the Black Market

to be continued...

Cleaning My Car: a sonnet

You cannot see my seats
Due to my wrappers, bags, and books.
My father, overwhelmingly neat,
grew tired of giving it looks.

Now he has taken my keys,
With the intent of making me clean.
He is deaf to my cries and my pleas,
and my mother will not intervene.

So i'll go pay a visit to Rex
with the intent of removing the trash,
however i know this will be complex
and i wont be done in a flash.

my clock is three and a half hours early,
by fault of my brother, surely.

I

just looked in my refrigerator door, which is black and therefore reflective, and realized i need a haircut.

don't you hate that?

It Seems

...that i have some catching up to do. or you have some catching up to do, more likely.

so Disney world was really fun, obviously. there were cheerleaders everywhere, which made me nostalgic for my young cheerleading days, when Allison and I were the best cheerleaders Excel Cheer ever had. that's my story, anyways.

the rest of my spring break was much less exciting. I got a new job and turned my two weeks into Coldstone, and as much as i'd enjoy compiling a list of everything i hated about my previous job, i wont. because that would be unprofessional. and im all about being mature and professional. really.

so i spent Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday training at my new job, which was difficult. even though its the same thing, basically, scooping gelato is a science. im sure i just have to get used to it. Thursday was pretty crazy, i went straight from work to coldstone for work. i probably smelled really good by the end of the night, though. i know this because i get "Kelly, your hair smells like ice cream" all the time. its strange.

Andre, always the creep, came to see me at work THREE times. it was so intense. and even though he didn't buy anything, it was a wonderful experience. and on Friday he even brought Mallory. look at me, getting all hyper-linky.

I'm nervous for school to start again, I'm so over the stress cycle my brain goes through. but at least it'll be over soon. hopefully. i spent the entire afternoon at KD taking an ACT, which was extremely boring. and then i went home and filed all sorts of vehicle crash reports from last Wednesday. did you know there are websites where you can plug in a phone number and get the name and address of the person who owns the phone? that is so creepy. so for everyone with you ADDRESS ON FACEBOOK, which is already so, so wrong, take it off. or your phone number. if you haven't received a letter from me, you're lucky. because i really will write you a letter telling you to take it off, I've done it several times. I'm such a creeper extraordinaire.

I'm so jealous of Alex and Allison (assonance. and more, because assonance starts with an A also) because they went to Washington DC, my favorite city in America. sad day.

so nothing else to say. no deep thoughts to conclude with. but then, do i ever have deep, conclusive thoughts? nah.

piece,
kelly

an exponentially better day

thats Roxanne, my temporary phone. thanks nicole, i knew there was a reason you were three. :) as kimberly said "only in plano are there perfect blackberrys laying around unused in peoples houses". so true.

so anyways, thats really all i have time for. i leave for disney world with choir at like one am tomorrow morning, so i should probably pack. whateva.

pieces

kelly

The. Worst. Day. Ever.

and im not even being dramatic. here, for your reading pleasure, is a list.

1. 7:41 AM: i park my car, and as i sit in the drivers seat finishing my bagel (jew), this girl TRIES to park next to me and hits my back bumper. and i get out of the car and tell her not to freak out, that it happens all the time, and i got her phone number...to be continued.
2. my algebra teacher is gone, meaning i have to take my test after school instead of at lunch. which pales in comparison to the car, but still sucks.
3. my chemistry test was hard, which shouldnt happen. and typo-ridden, which distracts me.
4. leaving the building, i get a call from nicole asking me to come over. so as soon as i get out of my car, i drop my phone into a puddle.
5. the phone promptly freaks out, and now the keyboard doesnt work. RIP Francine.
6. I get home and all the chinese food is gone. thanks family.
7. I get home from the rec center interview (which my years of acting make me forever refer to as a "callback", which is embarassing), to hear that the girl that HIT ME IN THE PARKING LOT WHILE I WAS PARKED told her parents we were both moving, which is a lie, and i told her that it wasnt her fault, which is a damn lie, and her parents refused to give my parents their insurance information, which is just ridiculous.
8. this shouldnt be its own bullet, its kind of a positive. Belle saw everything, so i have a witness. whoopie.
9. i have to use my crappy gold phone.
10. OH, and i went to get my eyebrows waxed yesterday and she BURNED MY ENTIRE EYELID. so i look like i tried to put eyeshadow on with my foot or something, but its a burn i swear. so thanks to everyone who didnt mention it, i still know you noticed.

so thats that. the flip side is that my spring break unofficially started today instead of friday due to all my choir nonsense. yay for that.

this was such a depressing blog. whatever. im going to google for a new palm centro now, bc theyre freaking expensive.

piece.

kelly

I'm In

one of those weird moods i get in when i overdose on beatles music and The Catcher in the Rye. i always listen to the beatles when i read that book, and it always messes with me.

or its something else. which would suck.

sooo anyways. today was fun, but ill talk about it after my eighteen hour ACT class tomorrow. and thats a real number, if you divide by six.

kaybye
kelly

One Minute Writer

If your walls could talk, what would they say?

if my walls could talk, i'd never go into my room. they'd probably verbally abuse me for covering them in musical posters (from my theater years. dont judge me) and honestly, they'd probably berate me also for the state of my bedroom floor at all times. i went to get my jeans patched up (because no kidding, my two favorite pairs of jeans ripped in the same week. then i got them patched. the first time i wore both of them again, they ripped. fml) and the woman gave me hangers, and i gave them back. i just informed her that my clothes dont go in my closet, and i therefore dont need any hangers. like, my desk doesnt mind if they're folded. neither does my floor, or my trundle bed, or my bathroom sink area.

alright well i was planning on writing more, but now my dad is telling me i need to clean said room. so...that sucks.

pieces
kelly

This Weekend

was actually one of the best ive had in a long time. aside from the familial drama that's occurred within the last two hours, it was really relaxing. now back to school again, which im dreading.

choir has taken over my life. we're singing this song that incorporates claps and stomps, which is impossible for me to handle while i sing, but im getting there. and in chorale we're singing this cool song called leonardo, and its really awesome and crazy but like thirty pages. and UIL is next week, and then disney, so my choir teachers are stressing. and when other people stress i start to stress, and then history repeats itself and im right back to where i was before winter break.

hanging out with allie and kimberly and stephanie this weekend made me realize how much i really miss my friends. i've been so consumed with bbyo and school and other things that i havent been able to see them much, aside from birthday parties and lunches. which arent enough. im so ready for this school year to be over so things can be normal again. junior year is killing me.

soooo today i went to starbucks with zoe to see her new love, but he wasnt there, so we just drove around in her new car, which is adorable. ha, just now i typed cart instead of car. what if we all drove carts? how crazy would that be?

we found out our o'crew terms for camp this week. o'crew is basically like doing all the grunt work around my camp (www.campolympia.com- best place ever), but you dont have you pay and they dont pay you. im really excited, but i signed up for a term that no one else i know is going to, so im nervous. i was thinking though, and i realized that im more scared of not being with my friends than i am meeting new people. and its not even just that ill miss them and it'll be totally different, its more that im sad they'll bond without me there and things will change. growing up sucks a little bit.

so i have a psyche test, and i was just taking a break from studying slash playing bejeweled on my phone. i am so productive.

pieces
kelly

Cinquains

Kelly
AP US
Is Kicking My Butt. Ow
College is Overrated. Not.
John Scott

Blogging
Makes me Uncool
Beginners Poetry
Is for Juniors in High School, Too.
No Sleep

Francine
She is a Phone
She has Lips on her Back
She is a Homo-Phoneian
Text Me

Thats all the syllable counting for tonight.

here is a list of things i thought about today:

1. why did i tell Evarts i have a blog? now he'll ask me about it.
2. why does everyone think blogs are so weird? are they weird?
3. why does Clark make us analyze things we've already read? which lead me to wonder if when an author writes a book, he is "effectively using rhetorical devises" on purpose.
4. are there rhetorical devices in my blog? is someone analyzing me?
5. why do we always get the weird sub in chemistry? here is a quote from my old pal "do not cuss. cussing is simply using a bad word to describe something which can be described in better terms. cussing just makes you sound stupider". i rest my case.
6. boys are annoying.
7. i should be embarrassed by the number of facebook videos i have left.
8. i should wake up more than ten minutes before i need to leave my house in the morning so my hair doesnt happen like this again.
9. i should care that my hair looks like this.
10. misha says that curly haired people are more approachable. this is false. i am so not approachable, and neither is misha. good logic.
11. Dave Petunia never fails to make me laugh. too bad she only exists once a year.
12. i remember the reason why i quit french. madame isnt that nice.
13. lists are hard to read.

i guess ill go finish MAKING A DBQ. what kind of project is that? not write a DBQ, but make one. so go find documents, and analyze them, and put them all together. and also make a rubric identical to the college board one but dont use the college board one.

useless.

-pieces

kelly

Irony

This post has nothing, really, to do with irony. I just like it.

so Chloe's birthday surprise went perfectly. now that its finished, i can reveal my terrible-ness. i bought six of those HUGE bouncy balls and gave one to each of her classes, so she'd have to carry them around all day. but she liked it, no matter what she says. and we got to play with them all day, so that was a plus.

today in creative writing, which is shaping up to be the best class i possibly could have replaced AP French with, we worked on "free writing". after she explained the "rules of free writing" (oh wait, there is a little bit of irony after all), she put a picture up of a man beating a lump out of his rug. and as she was explaining that free writing isnt for everyone, i swear she looked right at me. whattt? i kind of want to shoot her an email with my blog and be like "hows this for free writing?" of course, if i do, then she'll, ideally, see this post. so hey mrs.heck. i like your class. i swear i dont smoke weed. anyways, so my free write quickly went from how anger is useless to my passive aggressive tendencies i seem to have developed recently. specifically, about my job. which i wont blog about right now, but am likely to blog about in the future. hopefully the near future.

piece. im off to my choir concert with LSU. feel free to distract me from my misery.

-kelly

A

bulleted list by Kelly. (as opposed to the other contributors to this blog.)

• i recently re-found my conscience. its been in hibernation the past few months (years) but today it was back. i've come to the conclusion that being nice to someone to their face and making a huge joke of them behind their back is so typical teenage girl, and im over it. right Allie? we're over it. ani ochevet. and Chloe/Rachael B/ Nelly S/Courtney, we should stop too...
• in less bitchy news, tomorrow is Chloe's birthday, and she is SO going to regret her little flower stunt on my birthday. for those who dont go to West (ha. no one else reads this but me and i go to West...) chloe, who knows how easily im embarrassed, delivered purple roses to all of my classes on Thursday so that my teachers would give them to me in front of everyone. and if you dont know me and chloe, that sounds really sweet. but trust me, shes a malicious little bitch. who wont know what malicious means. oh chloe, i love you. ish.
• for those of you (talking to myself) who have facebooks, you may have noticed the fact that i am ALL OVER YOUR NEWSFEED. sorry. ive been in a facebook wall video frenzy, and therefore am all over everyones home page. and since my videos arent really funny, sorry again.
• im officially seventeen. and thats sad
• i went to Buffalo Exchange with allison, and we didnt get towed. it was a great experience.
• i have been so paranoid lately. about everything. especially driving, though. yesterday, i went thirty in my neighborhood (gasp) because i was convinced the mustang behind me was an undercover cop. oh well, atleast i wont get pulled over. yeah right.
• two hour choir rehearsals suck. but then, i already knew that.

thats all. i have like two hundred pages of The Invisible Man to read. FML

pieces

kelly

Im So Old

but its okay that im seventeen now. because, as Corie pointed out, now ill know everything they tell me in Seventeen Magazine. thank god.

so my dog is about to walk me, but i just wanted to say that Motion City Soundtrack is scaring me. because everytime i listen to ANY of their songs, i feel like they're singing out of my brain. and its freaking weird.

bye