...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
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
...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.
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.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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
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
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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
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 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
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