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
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