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
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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
"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
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