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