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