So it has been awhile. Uh, yeah. I've decided that I need to get a job and get my driver's liscence. I'm sort of hoping that I will be able to get a job at Miener's. I've decided to give up my "dream" of working at EB Games. I probably won't be able to sell M rated games to people until I am old enough to buy them. Muy triste.

Since I am now on the subject of espanol, I guess here would be a good place to mention that I am going to Spain this summer! Yo estoy muy emociando! I know my spanish isn't that great and I know it's going to be costly, but I love to travel, and I really want to go to Europe again.

Let's see, any other new and exciting tales to tell in my life? Well...we have our first track meet on Friday. I'm not too happy about a Friday meet, because they get out so late, but I guess it's better than any other day in the week.

And I got to read Ceres 13! Woot! God, I love that series. It is sooo good!! I myself was always an AyaxYuhi fan, but you can't have everything you want, right? I'm so excited for the final volume, too, but a little sad at the same time. Oh, I also made a mistake, too, when I bought Dragon Knights 19 a few weeks ago. I thought that there were only 21 books in the series, but it turns out that there are 23!  I don't even want to count all the hundreds of dollars I've spent in manga so far. I mean, Snow Drop alone has cost me $110 so far. Thank God for Walden's graphic novel discount they're offering now. ^_^

But what am I still babbling on about?? Christmas (and, even more exciting, Bon Jovi) is right around the corner! I need to get everyone gifts and I know exactly what I'm getting you..... ^_~ And I need concert t's! And guitars! And Jon tied up in red ribbon under my Christmas tree (well, maybe not....)

But man, I need a job.

Dear God....

My mom has a blog.

OMFG I just saw Rent! LOVED IT!!! I can't understand why the critics didn't like it. But you know what, screw the critics. I never listen to them anyway. It was absolutely one of the most amazing musicals I've seen. Sure, I loved The Lion King and We Will Rock You (check out my blog pic), and I'm eagerly waiting for my chance to see Spamalot and Wicked. But this was so awesome!! You know how after The Passion of the Christ people just sat in their seats after the movie ended? That was how I felt. I tried to download the soundtrack as soon as I got home but my mother (see entry below) wouldn't let me. Muy triste.

I'd put a preview up but I think mindsay might have disabled HTML, and besides, that might interfere with Bon Jovi, the hawtness. <3 The music was so wonderful in it and I even cried a little, and Maggie cried really hard too. I'm not even a movie crier, and that's saying something!

Before you all go to see quite possibly one of the best musicals to ever appear on film, be warned that there are two same-sex couples in it and you should probably bring some tissues.

This is "Please Take Me Home" by blink-182. Shows a lesson I learned too late, even if it's told from a guy's perspective

Oh no it happened again

She's cool, she's hot, she's my friend

I'd drive for hours, it's so

You leave me nowhere to go

She's unstoppable

Unpredictible

I'm so jaded, calculated, wrong

Please take me home

Too late, it's gone

I bet your sad

This is the best time we ever had

Buy hope, hope that it lasts

Give in, forget the past

Be strong when things fall apart

Honest, this breaks my heart

She's unstoppable

Unpredictible

I'm so jaded, calculated, wrong

Please take me home

Too late, it's gone

I bet your sad

This is the best time we ever had

Why did we have to go date?

It's too easy to complicate

Be strong when things fall apart

(Be strong when things fall apart)

Honest, this breaks my heart

(It's so hard!)

Let's go!

Please take me home

Too late, it's gone

I bet you're sad

This is the best time we ever had

Please take me home

Too late, it's gone

I bet you're sad

This is the best time we ever had

I think that you all should know that today is December 11. Tomorrow I will be leaving school early to go drive three hours to se my one and only love. (Mostly).

BON JOVI CONCERT~!!!!!

Just thought you ougta know.

Have a nice day!!

Oh.

My.

God.

Bon Jovi!! The concert was so amazing! So unbelievably amazing!! We left at 2:10 to head off to the Pepsi Arena in Albany. We got there about 5:30 and checked into our hotel and hung out there until 6 before heading out to find the Pepsi Arena. When we got there I just HAD to get a concert t-shirt...for $40 dollars. Then we munched on quite possibly the worst cheeseburgers and french fries I have ever eaten in the stadium-thingie. They had this huge screen too and you could put up your text messages from your cell phone on it. My "Bon Jovi is love!" could be seen by everyone! It was so great!

The whole place was roaring when Bon Jovi came out playing "Last Man Standing". Everyone was singing and rocking out. The next song was "You Give Love a Bad Name" and by this time I was ready to give nearly anything to be Jon's microphone. Damn. I was just sort of like "Dear God...this must be love."

They had this little intermission thingie where Tico played, so the other guys could change their sweaty shirts, I guess. When they came back out "Bed of Roses" was playing, and everyone could hear Jon but he wasn't anywhere on the end stage...he was on a stage thing two sections away from where we were sitting! Then he made his way through the crowd of adoring fans all hugging him and stuff...one lady was even crying!! (But then again, if he had played "Wildflower" I probably would've cried too....) He got back up on stage and someone grabbed his butt! (Luckyyyy!)

They played "Livin' on a Prayer" and everyone was absolutely going nuts, including me ^_~ Then they went off stage and people stared leaving. I was just sort of like "WTF?! It can't be over!" I was screaming and clapping louder than I ever have in my life! They came out for their encore (w00t!) and played and everyone was going crazy...it was so great! Then Jon introduced the band and stuff and they all took bows and gave each other hugs whilst we screamed our lungs out and Jon, with this huge grin on his face turns to all of us and says, "I can stay."

We all cheered so loud, I couldn't believe how deafening the arena was! Then he sang "Run Run Rudolph" and, at the request of the lucky girl in the first row "Blood on Black". Unfortunatly someone sitting above us decided to get rid of his/her beer...by throwing it down on us. Most of it got on me. T_T I know I sing off pitch but c'mon, I'm not that bad!

The last song was "Wanted: Dead or Alive" and he asked us to sing...and everyone was more than happy to oblige.

Now we skip ahead a bit to waiting half an hour to get out of the parking garage...with me saying "Oh my God, Oh my God, Ohhh my God" about every five seconds.

Can we go again? Please?

Sometime in December last year, I started a blog on mindsay. My sister followed suit...as did my mom. I even found out that my dad has a hiker's blog. Now my cousin joins the fray. Oh boy.

As IF the guidance department isn't pressuring us enough already with the ASVAB and PSAT scores about collge and the SAT, they also decide that they must ruin or happy holidays. We can't sing Christmas carols any more, no, that's too simple. Now we must sing SAT carols, such as:

"Approach everyone who is steadfast" instead of "Oh Come All Ye Faithful"

"Hey, consencrated period of darkness between the setting and rising of the sun" instead of "Oh Holy Night"

"Ecstasy in the direction of the univers" instead of "Joy to the World"

"Listen the foretelling spirits harmonize" which normal people would call "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"

"Quiescant nocturnal period" which I'm only guessing could be "Silent Night"

"Festoon the corridors" rather than "Deck the Halls"

"I'm fantasizing concering a blanched yuletide" can be translated as "I'm Dreaming of a White Chirstmas"

"Permit solid percipitation in the form of soft, whie, crystalline flakes." Or, "Let it snow."

"Hey, miniscule urban area southwest of Jerusalem" is, of course, "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem"

"The Conifereous nativity" is "Oh, Christmas Tree"

"What offspring abides thus?" equals "What child is this?"

"Removed on a bovine feeding trough" has to be "Away in a Manger"

"The slight percussion lad" is the equvilant to "Little Drummer Boy"

"Father Christmas approaches the metropolitan area" is "Santa Claus is coming to town"

And, my personal favorite,

"I apprehended my maternal parent osculating with a corpulent, unshaven male in crimson disguse." ....What else but "I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus"?

Those sick bastards.

See, SAT people, I can make up words too!

You know, the holidays have snuck up on my so fast this year, I didn't even have time to do my usual protest! It may be a little late in the year right now for it to make any difference, but as an Elf Rights Activist I feel it is my duty to inform the world about the truth of Jolly Old Saint Nicholas.

Santa Claus is a communist.

That's right, you heard correctly. He's a communist.

How do I know this? Well, thanks to being as short as an elf, I was able to sneak in his workshop last year. Gelatin ears aren't that hard to make, you know.

Communism is (as described here) the control of goods and services (commodities) through a government that produces only to serve the people. It is total equality. Communism is abolition of private property, meaning that resources (minerals, coal, oil, ect.) and production (factories, plants, refineries, ect.) are owned in common by the people. There are generally no taxes except on a few extremely wealthy individuals. That leads to the next point. It is a government mainly for the working class and the common people. Against those like Bill Gates who do not work but thrive off the labor power (work) of others. The government controls commodities unlike corporations who may do as they please in Capitalism, and who usually squander these resources for their own benifit and greed. The media also has true freedom and is not controlled by the government. Housing is also generally free along with health care. Eventually wages and pay from working are eliminated and people are taught to work for the common good. There is also no rascism or discrimination in a communist government. Since everything is equal it makes since.

Factories and such are all owned by Santa (the government) to make toys. Of course the media is free, how do you think so many "Rudolph" movies got out? Speaking of which, only in Rudolph movies will you find any discrmination in the North Pole. And they can't be racist because they're all.

All in all, Communism is a pretty good philsophy and looks good on paper. But when you try to use it in the real world, it never works out because there is always a dictator who eventually becomes a totlitarian. Santa has become one such tyrant. Besides that, he wears red. We must make it our duty to free the elves from this totlitarian society.

It's really a shame communism doesn't work out.

....For this I took Global 9?

Well, I headed up to bed last night at about 2AM (I had to play some new video games ^_^) and was ready to go to bed around 3AM because it takes me an hour to get ready anyway. Well at 3AM I got "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" stuck in my head so I tried to write a country song, which I didn't honestly think was bad for a first attempt.

The next morning I read it over and was just sort of like "WTF!"

Happy Chirstmahanuakawnzica everyone.

Holy shit I got my permit!

In other news...

The U.S. Department of Homeland Security suggests that United States residents lock all their doors and windows, hide in their basements and pray for God to have mercy on their soul.

You know those little books that you buy in Barnes & Nobles and such that are liek mini books of quotes and stuff like "2,001 Things To Do Before You Die"? Well, I figured I could write one instead of spending 5 bucks on one. So here it is--Kaye's Guide To Life!!

Live. Love. Eat.

Read manga.

Go see a Broadway musical.

Memorize at least two poems.

Play air guitar.

Quote Zoolander every chance you get.

Spend a week in Europe.

Make friends with Candians.

Be quixotic.

Learn CPR.

Write a bad country song at 2AM

Skinny dip as much as possible.

Compare your teachers to a food.

Find your anime counterpart.

Complete (and understand) at least one final fantasy game.

Break someone's heart.

Have someone break your heart.

Ride naked in a jeep.

Be a dork.

Embrace your shortness.

Eat Jello for three days straight.

Play the Sims.

Write your own dorky "____'s guide to life"

Watch Bonanza.

Protest something.

Make a four-line dialouge

Ignore the critics.

Be a critic.

Learn how to use photoshop.

Red vs. Blue

Write fanfiction.

Go down in a blaze of glory.

Yell at your superior.

Dance.

Memorize the "Camelot" dance routine from Monty Python.

Listen to Christian Rock.

Dive headfirst into a snowbank.

Life is short. Watch anime.

Learn how to sing a deut with yourself.

Preform a musical on stage.

Preform a musical in the cafeteria.

Misspell things in your guide to life.

And Finally....

Buy my guide to life, only $15 bucks!

Isn't it amazing how life can be completely awesome one minute, like everything is going your way and nothing could ever go wrong?

Then BAM!

You are suddenly reminded of how truly precious and fragile life is.

What do you do when you're doing not so good at the mini-hurdles, trip in the mud, ruin your favorite pair of pants, deliver a few choice words, nearly hit your head on the next mini-hurdle and an hour later your leg is still hurting? 

Get up and laugh.

I hate chem!! GAH! *rips notebook to shreds* Wait....that may not be a good idea...too late now...

So how do I express my hate? With, what else but a terrible parody!

Sing to the tune of "Accidentally in Love" by Counting Crows.

So she said What's the problem Katherine?

What's the problem, I dunno, well, maybe I'm in chem (Chem!)

Think about it every time I think about it

Can't stop thinkin' 'bout it

How much more will it take to pass this?

Just to pass 'cause I can't ignore it if it's Chem (Chem!)

Makes me wanna turn around and run 'cause I don't know nothing 'bout chem

Come on, come on

Boil a little faster

Come on, come on

Hydrochloric acid

Come on, come on

No one wants to take their test

So I said that I'll soon be running

To another room to get away from the chem

Melting over blue flames

Balancing equations fight

I hate this class

Maybe I should surrender

Lab's making ice cream

Never ever ender, this class

So I'm trying to pass

But there's no escaping the chem

These bunsen burners mean there's never a hope, never a hope

No, no

Come on, come on

To pass is all I wish

Come on, come on

It's turning orange-ish

Come on, come on

Settle down inside the tube

Come on, come on

Make the flame a little higher

Come on, come on

Can you pass me that lighter?

Come on, come on

We understood once upon a time in chem

I shouldn't be in chem

I shouldn't be in chem

I shouldn't be in chem

I shouldn't be in chem

I shouldn't be in chem

I shouldn't be in chem

I shouldn't be in chem

I hate chemistry!

I hate chem, I hate chem

I hate chem, I hate chem

I hate chem, I hate chem

I hate chemistry!

I hate chem, I hate chem

I hate chem, I hate chem

I hate chem, I hate chem

I hate chemistry!

Come on, come on

Boil a little faster

Come on, come on

Hydrochloric acid

Come on, come

No one wants to take their test

You should take Science Topics

Chem...I'm in chem

So yeah, if you couldn't tell by last night's paniced "I-hate-chem" entry, I was basically going out of my mind. I was going nuts because I had a meet, plus a chem test *shudder* and two quizzes in other classes. Math I had completely forgotten about until that morning, so when I realized that we had a quiz I was just sort of like "Oh shoot" but I don't think I bombed it, so that's good. ^_^

The day just seemed to be getting better and better after that. We started watching Remember the Titans in Morality and I even got to finish constructing my cube in Art & Tech. One project down...two to go. Think I can make it before the end of the semester?

But here is one of the best things about today: I PASSED MY CHEMISTRY TEST!! *happy dance* The main reason I did so bad on the last one was because I thought it was the day after the day it actually was and I had forgotten my notebook at home, so I couldn't even study in homeroom.

Then we all head off to Cornell for our track meet. The bus trip up there was probably the biggest downside of my day--there weren't enough seats on the bus and Tom made Perry sit with me. Ugh. He's in denial, I swear. He mostly ignored me, and I mostly ignored him; he wanted to read and I'd much rather listen to my music. But around the last 20-30 minutes he kept trying to fall asleep on my shoulder. The ensuing conversation went something like this:

Me: I'm not a pillow.

Perry: Who says?

Me: Says me.

See, that's one of the most annoying problems with guys! As soon as you're unavliable, they suddenly want you. Guys are so dumb sometimes, I mean, really. Perry--We are no longer dating. Stop asking me to the Snowball. Stop trying to hold my hand. Stop trying to cuddle. Your new rule is: Look but don't touch.

I think they just like the chase.

But I can run faster than they can.

And I have the times to proove it, too.

At the meet, I was just supposed to run the 800m relay, unseeded, but Kelsey got hurt doing the triple jump and couldn't run. So Mr. Shelling decided to put me in the sprint medly for her! Me and the other girls on my relay team for that (Gina, Emilie and...hm, can't seem to remember the last one) were getting so nervous, I figured we were all either going to have heart attacks or run really, really fast.

Well, anyways, whats-her-name (I feel so bad that I can't remember) passes me the baton and that was it. I was like Forrest Gump on steroids. (well, maybe not fast) I was running faster than I ever have before. I mean, I was vicious! I was passing people and everything! It felt awesome! I ran a 200 in 34-point-something seconds. *victory scream*

Then, since Kelsey was still hurt, Kaila ran for her in the 800m. The only problem was that we hadn't practiced hand-offs and she was handing off to me. Anyways, Meghan ran the first lap but as she went to pass the baton to Gina she fell and the baton rolled. Poor Gina wasn't sure what to do, but grabbed the baton and ran. If it had been a seeded race (meaning it counts for points) we probably would have been disqualified for the baton falling, which is something we were all worried about. (But we didn't so that's a good thing ^_^) Then it's Kaila's turn to pass to me (She did really good, btw ^^). I accidentally grabbed her hand when she was trying to pass me the baton but we eventually got it ^_^

And here's the best part of it....we came in second place!!

I'm going to be happy for the rest of the weekend! Yay!

So Friday 13th turned out to be awesome.

....Odd. (lol!)

So yeah, I broke my CD player this morning. I opened it, it fell off my bed and my hand scraped across the inside, so I guess I'm stuck listening to the radio on the bus in the morning, which, considering the morning radio shows, sucks.

Two more last days for Ar & Tech I. Muy triste. I am so taking multimedia and web design next year, and maybe computer repair. If I do take it and pass the final exam, it means I'll have my A+ Certification, which means that the next time your computer blows up, you can call me and I'll fix it. That'll be $1,000.

Oh yeah, I just found out recently that one of my favorite webcomics, Interloch, is all made on the computer. I'd love to learn how to make something like that. But then again, if there's drawing involved, then I have absolutely no hope. (And there goes America's next top selling game--all gone away because I can't draw anything more than a stick figure.)

Drat.

So yeah, fairly lousy week all around. Plus exams start next week *goes to a corner and begins to cry softly* So yeah, this is EXACTLY how I feel right now:

Um boom ba bay
Um boom ba bay
Um Um boom ba bay bay

Pressure!

Pushing down on me

Pressing down on you

No man asks for

Under pressure

That burns a building down

Splits families in two

Puts people on streets

Um ba ba bay

Um ba ba bay
Dee day duh
Ee day duh
That's okay!

It's the terror of knowing what this world is about

Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!"

Pray tomorrow takes me higher

Pressure on people

Pressure on streets

Day day day
da da dup bup bup
Okay

Chippin' around

Kick my brains 'round the floor

These are the days

It never rains but it pours

Ee do bay bup

 Ee do bay ba bup

Ee do bup Bay bup

People on streets

Dee da dee da day

People on streets

Dee da dee da dee da dee da

It's the terror of knowing what this world is about

Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!"

Pray tomorrow takes me high, high, higher

Turned away from it all like a blind man

Sat on the fence but it don't work

Keep coming up with love but it's all slashed and torn

Why, why, why?

Insanity laughs, under pressure we're breaking

Can't we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can't we give love that one more chance? Why can't we give love give love give love give love give love give love?

'Cause love's such an old-fashioned words

And love dares you to care

For the people on the edge of the night

And love dares you to change our way

Of caring about ourselves

This is our last chance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under Pressure

Under pressure

Pressure

"Under Pressure"-QUEEN and David Bowie.

Vanilla Ice stole it!! Grr.

Top ten reasons why I procrastinate:

1.

*prances around singing "I Feel Pretty"*

Have you met my good friend Maria?

The craziest girl on the block

You'll know her the minute you see her

She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock

She thinks she's in love

She thinks she's in Spain

She isn't in love

She's merely INSANE!

It must be the heat

Or some rare disease

Or too much to eat

Or maybe it's fleas

Keep away from her!

Send for Chino!

This is not the Maria we know!

Modest and pure, polite and refined

Well-bred and mature

And OUT OF HER MIND!

Snowball 2006. Woot.

Well, Snowball has come and gone...and it was AWESOME! I started the day off early, by playing video games until 10. ^^ (I'm only 1 dungeon away from beating .hack//infection!! *happy dance*) Later on my mom and I decided to experiment with make-up....I'll post the direct results on webshots later.

I met Kim at Christopher's when I went to pick up Tristan's flower thingie, which was great because I haven't talked to her in forever! After that we got some pizza (yum) and got my hair done. I wasn't sure what to do. I usually get an up-do but this year I had it down and in curls.  You wouldn't believe how many people said that I should always have it permed like that. There were even sparkly things in it! *_*

I started getting ready around 5. Tristan rang the doorbell and I got so nervous I screamed and ran upstairs. We took pictures and looked all pretty and smiley and such and waited for Perry to arrive. Then we all drove up to Channing's house and my mom followed us so she could take *more* pictures. Channing lives two blocks away from my house...and we got lost! I was giving Perry the right directions, he just wasn't following them. lmao! Tristan also couldn't open or close his door right, muy lol.

So we all went to Charlie's and Channing didn't know how to order a burger, lol. It was a really slow dinner and Perry was afraid that we were going to be late, but we made it on time anyway.

And the dance was so much fun! Once we found out that the DJ didn't like rap either (can't spell crap without rap) he was like dough in our hands.

Playdough.

Cookie dough.

Any kind of dough.

(Sry...just had to do it!) Everyone there looked so gorgeous! I didn't even reconize Alisa at first, and someone who I wasn't even sure I knew complemented me. Which inspired me to go around and find random people and give them hugs and go "OMG you looks so great! I can't believe that's you!" I think we also annoyed the people giving out drinks because we kept asking for diet water. 

Another thing that really made me laugh is that they played "Mm Bop", that annoying song that I liked when I was nine and dedicated it to the wrestling team I think. "Mm Bop" is to Mr. Shelling like Holy Water is to a demon so we had to dance. All the winter ND teams got a song, so we asked them to play "Tubthumping" by Chumbawumba for the track team. ("I get knocked down/But I get up again/They're never gonna keep me down") but they didn't have it so they just played "Incomplete" by the Backstreet Boys which made me laugh so hard.  

I think everyone had a really great time...I know I sure did!

We now return you to your regularly schedualed life.

Well, our school is finally doing "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz". Me thinks Mrs. Director only chose it because of Jessie. But anyways, I have a huge part in it. So huge I'm in every scene. Wanna know what it is?

Guess.

That's right.

I'm Toto.

On Valentine's Day, it is important to remember the things in life that are most important to you.

Sure, boys are nice.

Flowers are nice.

Chocolate is even better.

But all you really need is a cat to love you.

Well in other, news, I'm finally going to State Qualifyers!!

Yay me! ^_^

98% of the teenage population has been around or has used alchol, put this in your blog if you like bagels.

I'm speshul.

Finally, after oodles and oodels of waiting and levelling up, I BEAT .HACK!!!

Well, only infection, but it still counts as a game victory! I was jumping up and down and screaming all through the credits, lol. Skeith is mad scary though!

So what is our hero going to do next? I was thinking about eating some lasanga and playing Windwaker. (1/2 through that, too! ^_^) before resuming the hardest quest of all...finding .hack//mutation. Five bucks says it'll be as hard to find as the floor in my bedroom. And watch, as soon as I do find it, I won't have any money! Isn't irony a beautiful thing?

Stolen from everywhere under the sun.

I WANT: A laptop

I HAVE: The best friends on the planet

I WISH: that I had no need for wishes

I HATE: Egotists

I FEAR: Being exposed

I HEAR: the movie RENT

I SEARCH: For socks

I WONDER: Why my parents are such idiots

I LOVE: writing

I AM NOT: a llama

I DANCE: As soon as I hear music

I SING: badly

I CRY: When I'm frustrated

I AM NOT ALWAYS: Confident

I WRITE: or I will spontaneously combust

I NEED: A life =p

x Father thinks that I am: a fan of Neil Young

x Mother thinks that I am: Crazy

x 3 things you are often complimented for:

1. Fanfics

2. Art & Tech stuffs

3. Sense of humor

x Makes you happy: DDR

x Upsets you: Scary movies, or religious based movies like Constantine

yes or no...

x you keep a diary: yup

x you like to cook: nope, I used to tho

x you have a secret you have not shared with anyone: Who doesn't?

x you bite your fingernails: Oh ya, me and Elijah both

x you believe in love: Can't live without a little love

Do you...?

Take a shower everyday? Yup

Have a(ny) crush(es): Uh-huh. Kiss pookey?

Think you were ever loved  by someon: Yeah, a long time ago

Currently want to get married: Nah.

Have piercing/where? None that you need to know about ^_~ (jk...or am i?)

Get motion sickness: Nope

Think you're a health freak: Only at track meets

Get along with your parents: Most of the time

Like thunderstorms: Oh ya.

SIGN: Cancer

NATURAL HAIR COLOR: Blond-Dirty Blond (changes with the season & amount of sun)

CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Darker

EYE COLOR: Brown

BIRTHPLACE: Earth, despite popular belief

(Favorite)

COLOR: green

DAY: Day 8 (or Sat., either works)

MONTH: July

SONG: Currently "Another Dumb Blond" by Hoku, "Song of the Dumped" by who knows and "We're Going to be Friends" by the White Stripes

FOOD: A day without pasta is a bad day.

SEASON: Summer

SPORT: Whatever, I don't really care

DRINK: Gatorade. The green one.

VEGGIE: Tomatoes

PERSONS: People

(Prefrences)

Cuddle or make out? Cuddle

Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: Hot chocolate

Milk, dark, or white chocolate: Milk

(In the past 24 hours, have you...?)

CRIED: Yup

BOUGHT SOMETHING: Nope

GOTTEN SICK: Noppers

GONE TO THE MOVIES: Does renting movies count?

GONE OUT TO DINNER: No, we had take-out. Yum.

SAID I LOVE YOU: I think so

WRITTEN A REAL LETTER? Nope, unless you mean like "A"

HAD A SERIOUS TALK: Tried to but no one feels like listening to me tonight

WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL: Yeah

TALKED TO AN EX: I ran into my ex yesterday. Then I put the car in reverse and hit him again! (Not really, he was at Friday's track meet)

MISSED SOMEONE: Yep

HUGGED SOMEONE: No, my hugging buddy has gone MIA

FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS: Of course

FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND: Does my sister count?

Just the other day, Mr. Z had a few choice words to say about Mike Jones in Art & Tech, and, quite frankly, I agreed. We have come to the conclusion that he has the IQ of a banana peel. It seems he can't remember his own name unless he puts it into a song about 20 times. He also must be the lonliest person on the planet, because he put his own phone number into one of his songs. I wonder if anyone actually ever tries to call him.

Caller: Hello?

Mike Jones: Mike Jones!

Caller: Um...do I have the right number?

Mike Jones: Mike Jones!

It kinda reminds me of Matt Damon in Team America, lol.

Anyway, because of this sort of thinking, I am fairly certain that Gwen Stefani has never had sex in the back of the car. I also believe she wasn't allowed to say "shit" and therefore puts it in a single song as much as she possibly can.

Urf. Junior retreat, junior retreat.

Did I ever mention that I HATE going to a catholic school?

Well, we were all hauled off on a bus to some strange place in PA to be recruited to become priests and nuns because they apparently have nothing better to do in their spare times, so they decide to brainwash us. First off we all had to name different virtues and things we value. 0.o

Then it gets better and we "auctioned" off those values with play money. One group bought nothing and another group saved all their money so they could but "Abstinance/Virginity".  Then we had to make up skits showing different values, and some of them were pretty damn funny. (We had Maggie in our group, so you know ours had to be good =p) Especially "Mercy" considering everyone was in a gang in that skit. Even funnier is that ND is a preppy, nearly all-white school for rich kids. Well, that's really just a stereotype cuz not everyone at ND is rich.

Anyway, the priest then attempted to recruit us to join the Church. He made us write down what we wanted to be when we were little, what we wanted to do after high school, if reality were no obstacle, what would you want to be and a question you had always wanted to ask a priest.

I said that I wanted to be Pocahantos, go to the university of Cardbordia Boxia, and if reality were no object, I would be Dr. Phil. We made fun of the priest and all that. After lunch we had a meditation with Mrs. Roy *shudder* Everyone was chuckling through the whole thing, I was just dying. Then we had to draw what we saw and say what animal described us best. I think a little piece of me died on the inside.

Finally, it was time to go home--THANK YOU JESUS!

Well, I accidentally stumbled across this song the other day, and I must say I love it! "Seven Deadly Sins" by Flogging Molly. I still say I am more piratey than all of you because I have wanted to be a pirate since I was five years old...thank you very much Gilbert & Sullivan! (no really, thank you, you're geniuses. However you spell that.)

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together, undivided, but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins

So the years rolled by and several died

And left us somewhat reelin'

Johnny strumed his tommy gun

Left blastin' through the ceiling

What became of rebels who sang for you and me?

Grapplin' with their demons in  the search for liberty

Sufferers who suffer all

Can swim upon the desert

Avarice has ravaged all

In spite off good intentions

Don't fill your mouth with gluttony

For pride will surely swell

But nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell

So!

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together, undivided, but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins!

Envy and its evil twin

Crept in bed with slander

Idiots, they gave advice

But sloth, it gave no answer

Anger kills the human soul

With bitter tales of lust

While Pavlov's dogs keep chewing

On legs they never trust!

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together, undivided, but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins!

But it's the only life we'll know

Blaggards to the bone!

So don't wreck yourself, take an honest grip

For there's more tales beyond the shore!

Ah, the years rolled by and several died

And left us somewhat reelin'

Johnny strumed his tommy gun

Left blastin' through the ceiling

What became of rebels who sang for you and me?

Grapplin' with their demons in  the search for liberty

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together, undivided, but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins

Sail away where no ball and chain

Can keep us from the roarin' waves

Together, undivided, but forever we'll be free

So sail away aboard our rig

The moon is full and so are we

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins

Seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins!!

Argh!!

They've given you detention for "canoodling".  They've yelled at you about tucking your shirt in. They've taken your cell phones, your jewlrey, seiged your assignment pads and made you sell candy bars.

Well finally, the nuns have done something right.

We get St. Patrick's Day, only THE greatest holiday EVER off!!

Well, I woke up at 8:30 this morning to the lovely sounds of Irish music blaring from downstairs. When Sarah finally woke up we all got ready and headed off to the Green Derby. In the car Sarah asked who was coming, but I said it would be better off if she had asked who wasn't coming. A lot of people joined us, mostly realitives. We sure had our hands full with Christopher though!

Afterwards, Melissa took Christopher and Kaity home and the rest of us went off to Patrick's. It wasn't crowded at first, but as more time went by it got to be really crowded. I've only been in Patrick's a few times before, and never during the day time. Then all these Irish stepdancers came in. I really wish I could stepdance. Sadly, I have no coordination and no time. It sucks. We had a nice little corner all to ourselves so we could see really well at first, but then more and more people started to come in and watch the dancers. Soon we could hardly see anything! It was still cool tho. I'm kinda surprised Sarah wasn't forced to step dance, but I bet she's glad. ^_^

We met my mom at 3 and then we headed off to Horigan's. It was really crowded and noisy in there. Our waiter got kinda mad at us because we only ordered 1 burger, but we thought it was funny. There was a box of Irish stuff that we could take and we stole so much crap! Especially the flashy things. *_* They were so cool! (I still have my on ^^) There were these rolls of stickers that said things on them like "Kiss me, I like beer", "Will jig for beer" and "Your pint-size friend". We stole two of them! Lol! The Ladies from Hell were there, and some singer guy. I love Irish music. It's so catchy.

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds

(1,2)

You'd think she was queen of the land

(And she was!)

And her hair hung over her shoulder

Tied up in a black velvet band

Or, my favorite and credo for life: "Moonshine"

I'm a rambler and a gambler and a long way from home

If you don't like me then leave me alone

I'll eat when I'm hungry and I'll drink when I'm dry

And if moonshine don't kill me, I'll live til I die

Anyways, we all played tricks on each other, like sticking a poster on one guy's back and holding a sign that said "I'm Available" above Sarah's head! One of my mom's friends took it for later. It was so much fun! Even if you couldn't move more than two feet, I loved it!

Then we went to the even more crowded and even noiser Heibernians. We all had dinner there but it got really crazy and I was getting tired, so now I'm home again listening to Irish music and writing about it all!

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!!

When I had first found out I was playing Toto, I laughed. Hard. Honestly, I didn't believe it. When I checked the cast list for myself, there it was. I was skeptical about it at first, to say the least. What would my costume be? Was I going to have to sit in a basket or on a bike? And, most importantly, would I have lines?

Crunch week, the practice hell before all opening nights, always makes me stop and think for a minute. Why do I put myself through so much misery with these plays? This is the first time that I've had an actual named character in a school play...and that named character was a dog. And not like Snoopy in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown, an actual dog! Every night, someone was driving me crazy and I swore I would never do another ND show for as long as I lived.

But there are so many fun things that have happened through our sore feet and corny lines. I couldn't be with my friends because I had to be on stage all the time. In the past few days, I've actually really enjoyed hanging around Jesse, whom I had loathed for so many years. All of us just had so many great times--more good than the bad, I hope.

So after a miserable practice, I finally asked myself why I was putting myself through all this torture. But, as it always happens to be, the actual production was the answer.

I was both excited and nervous, as I usually am, before the show. I was actually surprised how much the audience liked it and how much they responded. That might be because I'm much more used to doing shows for little kids who don't always get the jokes. But they laughed and applauded and it just felt really great.

After our crazy dance at the closing, we all ran down the aisles of the auditorium clapping and cheering and skipping. Once we got out in the hallway we all were screaming and hugging each other like there was no tomorrow. After the show there was a reception in the gym and everyone was still hugging and cheering. I honestly can't blame them--there were definetly times when it seemed like this show was never going to come together. It got really hot as we all took pictures, drank punch ate cookies and such. Then the entire cast all got changed and then, like the cool people in RENT, we all went to take over a

restaurant.

Friendly's was already packed when me, Perry, Liz, Maggie and Tristan got there. Everyone in the cast and crew clapped and cheered for all of us when we entered and we managed to cram six people into a booth. But after Tristan's "manwich" line, Adam got a little freaked out and sat somewhere else! Then we wrote "manwich" on a napkin and started tossing it around and even making it into a paper airplane!

At one point I just stood up and said, "Congratulations cast and crew of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, we've succesfully taken over half a restaurant!"

It was here Perry added, "And succesfully annoyed the other half!"

Maggie and I eventually started singing "La Vie Boheme" from RENT because we really did take over a restaurant and it was AWESOME!

And when Caleb, basically the star of the show (he had more lines than any two people put together!) came in, Stephan jumped up and shouted "Ding Dong!" And we all did our chant about how the witch is dead--which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding dong the wicked witch is dead! It was just a fabulous night and it sucked to be going home. ('Specially cuz Tristan was driving Maggie and me home and got lost.)

Well, tonight was the closing night. I didn't even notice how fast these past six weeks had gone. Before the show, we all were sitting in a circle in the gym for no apparent reason and somehow it got turned into a therapy circle. We all had AIDS, someone was a child rapist, Maggie was insane, I was a schiz who had been abused as a child, Caitlin was an addict to Chuck Norris jokes....it was great. Then me and Caitlin K. got into this really goofy fight (twice, actually) and we just had so much fun.

The audience tonight was great too. They laughed and clapped and said "aww". Well, actually, Warren said "aww" on stage. I had to try so hard not to burst out laughing!

After the show we had another reception and there were so many people who wanted pictures and even autographs! I love kids so I had to sign everyone of their programs ^_^ Woof!

After everyone left, we all got changed, attempted to get all our makeup off (I felt bad for Jane, who was the Wicked Witch of the West), clean up the dressing rooms and strike the set. (Btw, this play marks the first time that I have been able to change in the *real* dressing room.) Oh yes, we had many numerous adventures (and cuts and bruises) striking the set, but eventually it was all done and time for the cast party!!

Honestly, I live for these things. We all pounced on the food like a pack of great wolves, turned off the lights, turned on the music and strobe light and danced as if something had possessed us. We played with the lights a lot and ran around and danced like heathens. Perry was always holding Liz close and dancing with her all the time. Just a few months ago that would have really bothered me, but now I felt it was fine. It was a little strange, to see one of my best friends with my ex-boyfriend, but it was all right. We're still friends, but we've let each other go and it's all right.

After a bit we were all called down by Mrs. Galvin for the "Tony Baloney" Awards as we call them. For winning this award four years in a row, and because he's a senior, The Most Likely to Drive Mrs. Galvin Crazy was renamed the Caleb Norton Memorial. LOL! Then Jesse gave a speech that made us all go "awww" and she probably would've cried if not for us interrupting her at the end of every paragraph and making everyone laugh.

As cast party tradition states, we all got out a limbo stick and started doing the limbo. Sometime during the limbo the crew called out to us that they had a surprise--cookie cake! The held the box up on the platform and revealed not cookie cake at all but a message reading, "Sorry Suckers!!!"

By midnight, like Cinderella, we were all forced to leave and go home, me, Liz, and Perry immdeatly started chanting "Hell no, we won't go!" For whatever reason, we all started chasing Caleb around in the gym with no lights in it, through the darkened locker rooms and hallway and back out again.

Well, Perry *finally* gave Liz a good night kiss. (How come it took 3 months when he was dating me, though? Was it the "holy crap!" incident?) And I was so happy for the both of them. ("Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match....")

Looking back at all this, I'm a completely different person from when I first entered high school. Everything always changes. The only thing that really remains contsant is the fact that everything changes. Kinda paradoxical, don't ya think?

WOOF!!

For whatever reason, this made me laugh so hard.

Something tells me I'm going to be singing this song in a few years. "What Do You Do With a B.A. in English?" from Avenue Q

What do you do with a B.A. in English?

What is my life going to be?

Four years of college and plently of knowledge

Have earned me this useless degree

I can't pay the bills yet

Cuz I have no skills yet

The world is a big scary place

But somehow I can't shake

The feeling I might make

A difference to the human race

Morning Brian.

Hi Kate Monster.

How's life?

Disappointing.

Well, I finally got bored of Jon Bon Jovi greeting me everytime I go to my blog. So I changed it to an X/1999 pic...I'm rereading this series now. ^^ I read the first few volumes a couple years ago, but now I really want to read it again for some reason. Unfortunately, te pic is mad huge but I still like it.

Yay! Kaye gots a new layout! ^_^ Now I feel speshul.

A poem my sister wrote:

My love for you is like a cabbage

A cabbage split in two

To the others I give the leaves

The heart I save for you

Or this great one I found (among others):

Roses are red

Violets are blug

Sugar is sweet

And so are you

But the roses are greying

And the violets are dead

The sugar is lumpy

And so is your head

One last one before I go:

Roses are #FF0000

Violets are #0000FF

All my base

Are belong to you

Let us observe the goose: It hisses, it's always ready to attack, it likes water, it goes south in the winter and north in the springtime.

Let us observe Kaye: She sings (poorly), falls down stairs, has no life, stays home in the winter and unwillingly gets dragged up north in the spring.

Why is my family stupid?? It's spring break. You don't drive six hours to go freeze your bum off in the mountains. You go down to Florida or on a cruise or something to get a nice tan and be warm. Instead I get dragged off to the North Pole.

Well, I guess going to Paul Smith's for *spring* break wasn't nearly as freezing as winter carnival, where you step outside and you lose all feeling in your toes. It was warmish and kind of nice, actually. And the good think about the six hour drive is that I got to watch Princess Mononoke a couple times. So far out of all the Miyazaki films I've seen, it is definetly one of my favorites. (Believe it or not, I liked Porco Rosso better than Spirited Away...must be the humor.)

Well, at least we finally found a hotel with wireless internet and a pool, and Sarah stayed with us for the weekend. We swam, watched a lot of movies (The Sting, The Sting Director's Cut, Lord of the Rings, Splash to name a few) and ate chocolate bunnies filled with peanut butter. Very exciting stuff.

At least I am home now where there is nothing to do and my dog has barked herself hoarse. Yay.

Well, I just found out that they're making Silent Hill a movie.

It appears that Hollywood has run out of good books to destroy and must now resort to ruining games.

Oh God. It's finally happened. I'm past the point of no return. I am going to be an otaku forever and spend all my hard earned money on anime, manga and video games. The iota of talent I have will go into writing fanfictions and I am going to get a job as a a screenplay writer for games. (Actually, I doubt I'll even get that far >_>)

How do I know this?

I was up past 1AM writing a poem about Princess Mononoke. It's by far the longest poem I have ever written, a bit on the sucky side, not even halfway finished, and should wind up on fanfiction.net in about a week's time. Here's the first part, for those who care to read it:

Don't even ask me where I found this:

I am really special 'cause there's only one of me

Look at my smile, I'm so damn happy that people are jealous of me

When I'm sad and lonley, I like to sing this song

It cheers me up and shows me that I won't be sad for long

I'm so happy, I can barely breathe

Puppy dogs and sugar frogs and kittens, baby teeth

Watch out all you mothers, I'm happy, it's hardcore

Happy as a cucumber or twenty dollar whore

I'm really happy, sugar-coated me

Happy good, anger bad, that's my philsophy!

I can't do this man. I'm not happy.

I am really special 'cause there's only one of me!

Look at my smile I'm so damn happy that people are jealous of me!

These are my love handles and this is my spout

But if you tip me over then momma shall knock you out

I am special, I am happy, I am gonna heave

Welcome to my happy world now get your shit and leave!

I am happy, I am good...I am...

I'm outta here.

Screw you! 

But today no estoy muy triste! :)

I just learned why so many people hate to use Windows Movie Maker.

My Death and Dying teacher decided to enter our class into a contest about genocide. Most people are writing essays or poems or something. But I had to be smart and speshul and show off the fact that I can almost use WMM. I'm closer than ever to look like I know what I'm doing!!

But oh my God, do you realize how long a six minute song is!!! (Wow...that was a great line ><;; )

*kicks WMM* *stomps around in angry dome*

Duuude....who knew video games could be so boring??

I wish I had picked genetic engineering. =/

Haha, I just finished up "E3" on my notecards. ^_~ Now if only it were the real thing and not an index card. *sigh*

On the plus side, my quest is now over. I finally got FF8...YAY!!!

Last Sunday, rather than sitting on my bum all day and playing video games, I woke up at five in the morning to take a trip up to Washington D.C. for the Darfur rally. After a very long trip, (It was my unfortunate luck to be sitting across the aisle from a couple), we finally arrived. It took nearly an hour to get the bus parked. =/ We all divided our group into smaller groups to better keep track of each other, then headed towards the metro. I've been on the metro before, I've been on the London tube during rush hour but this was by far the most crowded subway I've ever been on.

After getting off, the masses on the metro (my group included) walked five blocks to the Washington Mall. There wasn't anyone screaming "Forrest!" and running across the Reflection Pool; instead there were thousands of people. I have to admit I was a little nervous with so many people around. But it was the sheer number of people that really got me. This rally wasn't about politics or religion--it was about stopping genocide and saving lives. The first hour went really fast, and I even caught myself tearing up a few times. The next hour all the politicians came out (and George Clooney)...and they were campainging. Ew.

I know it's nice to just sit back and watch the world. Just to say "Oh, that's awful...oh well." But you can't just stay apathetic when you know what's going on out there. You can't just back away and say "not my problem, sucks to be you." You have to stand up and fight. When you have a chance to remain silent or stand up and speak, always choose to speak. If you don't, nothing will ever change.

Oh yeah, there was a sign there that said "Fuck Genocide"

Just thought you might like to know.

Yay, I changed my pic. ^_^ I think I may have been playing more FF8 than the recomended dose but it is addicting! Squall and Rinoa seem to have a similar relationship to two characters in one of my stories, so I named them after my characters.

Oh yeah, is Nintendo serious?? "Wii"?? Who wants to go to a store and ask to buy a wii! ><; I know I don't. (Not that I'll be able to afford one anyway -_-;;). But ya, I found a great list of jokes all about the new, stupid name:

Found all of these here: http://www.joystiq.com/2006/04/27/nintendo-revolution-now-called-wii/

Browsing my hard drive just today, looking for my MIA outline I uncovered an old English project I did last year after we finished Arsenic and Old Lace. I still think this is funny. ^_~ It is the tragic saga of Steve, who, much to his unhappiness, wakes up dead in the "Panama Canal".

Steve: Argh! I’ve been killed by two sweet old ladies. I can’t believe this! It’s not fair! Sure, I may have been old, but so were they. What if I just up and killed them, huh? And they buried me in the "Panama Canal"!

Bob: Join the club.

Steve: What! There are a more people down here?

Dale: Howdy neighbor!

Jack: How’s it going?

Steve: What do you mean, "how’s it going"? I’m dead! Dead!

Bob: Well, of course you are.

Steve: I just came in to find a room, decided yes, I’d like a glass of wine…

Dale: I love this part.

Steve: -And bam! Dead.

Jack: It was going to happen eventually.

Steve: But not this soon!

Dale: Come on, it happened to all of us.

Jack: Yeah, no helping it now.

Steve: So is this heaven?

Bob: No, it’s a cellar.

Steve: I know that.

Bob: So why’d you ask if this is heaven?

Steve: I’m never going to drink again for as long as I live.

Jack: It’s a little late for that.

Steve: I don’t want to be dead.

Jack: Well, we’ve all learned to live with it.

Dale: If you can’t play where you like, learn to like where you play

Steve: Play what, play dead? This isn’t playing!

Jack: Oh, quit your whining.

Bob: Yeah, we’ve got to spend eternity together, we don’t want to start it off on the wrong foot.

Dale: Last one to decompose is a rotten egg!

"Collide"- Howie Day

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You're barely waking

And I'm tangled up in you

Yeah

I'm open, you're closed

Where I follow, you'll go

I worry I won't see your face

Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills my minds

I somehow find that you and I collide

I'm quiet, you know

You make a first impression

I found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the stars refuse to shine

Out of the back you fall in time

Somehow find you and I collide

Don't stop here

I've lost my place

I'm close behind....

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills your mind

You finally find you and I collide

You finally find you and I collide

You finally find you and I collide

Finishing final copy of most boring term paper in the history of man. To liven it up, when I submitted it to turnitin.com I titled it as "Awesomesauce!".  Now that I have to do the same thing for the final copy (though I am making next to no changes on it because I honestly couldn't care less about it right now), I'm going to title it as "Awesomesauce: The Sequel."

Ugh. Why should we have to submit our papers to turnitin.com anyway? For all we know, Turn it in is finding all the papers that have the lowest plagarism on them and then turning around and selling them to those truly evil "buy term papers online!" sites. It's a conspiracy!

Hm, do you think he'll take points off if I list thisisstupid.com as one of my sources...?

Probably. And then he'll suck out my soul through his mustache and sell it to Robert Frost and John Knowles so they can continue writing god-awful poetry and books about the end of the world and everyone dying and how everyone is evil on the inside.

Well, today was the next to last day of classes. There aren't even going to be any seniors in school tomorrow because of the senior trip. So at the yearbook signing party today, I made it a point to go see all my senior buddies as soon as I could. Cobu, Meg, Tony, Tristan, Perry...it's pretty hard to imagine next year without them all! Track without out Tony? Impossible! What do you mean Cobu and I can't have our computerside chats everyday and I won't get my morning hug from Tristan?

Where would I be without these guys? Who will I be when they all leave?

But today when Tristan was giving me a goodbye hug and was so sad he wouldn't be able to see me, I realized two of my greatest fears, which are a bit odd when they're coupled together. (And no, they aren't Mr. Pucci's mustache and needles...but they're not too far from the top of the list ^_~)

I'm afraid of growing up. School has been my entire life, and I don't know a life without the structure, the routine. And I've been putting up growing up for as long as I could. I flat out refuse to get a job, hate driving and I don't even remember the last time I did a college search. Right now I think I'm headed straight for the University of Cardboardia Boxia.

And my second fear--which is a bit of a contradiction, I'll admit--is that I'm afraid I'll never be able to grow up. Take me to the Preschool aisle of any toy store and I can amuse myself for hours. I play hide-and-seek with as much enthusiasm today as I did when I was six, and even though I haven't touched a Barbie since sixth grade,  I'm still not above having a lightsaber duel with swimming pool noodles.

Life is strange, no?

"I can't believe he's gone

I can't believe you're going

I can't believe this family must die...

I can't believe this is goodbye"

-Rent, "Goodbye Love"

Well I've been bumming for a bit, but now I feel much better because I learned that my English teacher doesn't know what E3 is. Of course he also took points off my paper because he didn't know what E3 is. n00b.

So the TV is being used, my friends are all afraid of leaving their homes...and I'm bored. I found this great website though! It's been keeping me laughing for an hour. ^_^ Oh yea, I'm pathetic.

www.songstowearpantsto.com

I can already feel my IQ dropping....

Oh yeah, my Pucci misery is over! At least for this year anyhow. I can't believe he was my proctor for both parts of the Regents exam! (For those of you fortunate enough to be non-New Yorkers, Regents are something like the O.W.L.s in Harry Potter, but a billion times worse and a million times scarier.)

Well, the English 11 Regents are spread over two days and have four parts. They're basically reading a passage, answering some questions and writing ridiculously long essays in a logical and coherent manner and analyzing the literary devices. It's a pain in the rear. If you don't believe me, try it yourself sometime.

Today I walked into the exam room five minutes late because a whole bunch of us were just sitting in the cafe playing cards. Anyway, I was finishing up my last essay, when here it comes: the dreaded conclusion paragraph. I'm terrible at writing intorductions and even worse at conclusions. My mind immdeatly went back to the final lines of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I think they went something like this, "There's nothing more to write and I am rotten glad of it too. If I had known what trouble it was to make a book I wouldn't a tackled it in the first place."

So for my concluding paragraph I was so tempted just to write, "There is nothing more to write and I am rotten glad of it too...if I knew what trouble it was to take a Regents I wouldn't have come to NY in the first place!!"

Instead I wrote that in big letters on my scrap paper. Then, still having 18 minutes left (yes, I was that bored) I decided to rip off Lemon Demon's song "I've Got Some Falling To Do" by writing

This is boring

Yes I'm writing

And it's taking quite awhile

Then I drew all over my paper so Mr. Pucci can have something to laugh at when he grades these. (Fortunately for me, scrap isn't graded ^_~) and I considered drawing a picture for him, with the evil mustach and the grammar hammer.

Anyway, I didn't really think he'd get a chance to look at the scrap, but he did get a good long look at it and all its pretty pictures on it. I'm just afraid he's still mad at me for what I wrote about Robert Frost.

Stupid, stupid Frost.

All right chem, all right you lousy bastard. Today's the day. Just you and me. This ends today.

IT'S TIME FOR AN ASS-WHUPPIN', BITCH!

Kaye's life tip #42: If you talk to the test and swear at it a lot, you get an ego boost and the test seems easier.

Yay, it's my b-day at last. It's a very special day for me, it only comes what, once a year? *drum noise* *boo*

Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates

The fact that you were able to make another trip around the sun

And the who clan gathers round and gives us laughter due where bound

We let out a joyful sound and sing that stupid song

"Happy Birthday!"

Now you're one year older

"Happy Birthday!"

Your life still isn't over

"Happy Birthday!"

You did not accomplish much,

But you didn't die this year, I guess that's good enough

Oh yeah, happy b-day to Helan Keller too.

Woot! I just got back from Spain a couple days ago, and I have some stories!

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Ah, this was the best thing ever about Nickelodeon. Now it's just all boring and sucky.

"Everybody's Changing" -Keane

Dedicated to senior year.

You say you wander your own land

But when I think about it, I don't see how you can

You're aching, you're breaking

And I can see the pain in your eyes

Says everybody's changing

And I don't know why

So little time

Try to understand that I'm

Trying to make a move just to stay in the game

Trying to stay awake and remember my name

Because everybody's changing

And I don't feel the same

You're gone from here

Soon you will disappear

Fading into beautiful light

Because everybody's changing

And I don't feel right

I think I have a new theory on love. Don't go searching for love, let love find find you. You have to first love yourself to be loved. Chasing after it will cause you misery; let it come to you, slow but sure. Love isn't about being happy with the other person all the time. It's about seeing the best and the worst and still staying by their side. Love won't always win, but it always has a shot.

But of course, you already knew that, didn't you?

"Love is like water...Water, in all its forms. It can squeeze between your fingers like your own tears. Burn and freeze your heart at the very selfsame time. It can evaporate before your very eyes in no more than an instant. Making a reservoir to hold your love is the most difficult task in the world. You will never do it if you do not understand first yourself, then your beloved...Look for the place within the reservoir where love may reside until it fills to overflowing. Do not by dazzled by outside apperance, for that is merely what the sun does best: it shines."

   -Cameron Dokey, Sunlight and Shadow

Though I have no clear idea of who Murphy actually is, he made up some pretty good laws. Here's some of my favorites. ^-^

Mother Nature is a bitch.

It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.

If it's stupid, and it works, it's not stupid.

Smile...tomorrow will be worse.

An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less until he knows absolutely everything about nothing.

Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he has to touch it to be sure.

Some people manage by the book, even though they don't know who wrote the book or even what book.

Work smarder not harder and be careful of yor speling.

Money can't buy love, but is sure gets you a great bargaining position.

The best things in life are free--and worth every penny of it.

Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself.

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other eight are unimportant.

Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking.

There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in love.

Never go to bed mad, stay up and fight.

Good man.

Okay, I saw a picture of this sign in my lovely new history book. It looks like something that belongs in Jay Leno's book of headlines.

Evenings at 7 in the parish hall

Mon. Alcoholics Anonymous

Tues. Abused Spouses

Wed. Eating Disorders

Thu. Say No To Drugs

Fri. Teen Suicide Watch

Sat. Soup Kitchen

Sunday Sermon

9 A.M.

"America's Joyous Future"

"Unwanted"-Avril Lavigne

All I did was walk over

Start off by shaking your hands, that's how it went

I had a smile on my face and I sat up straight

Oh yeah yeah

I wanted to know you

I wanted to show yout

You don't know me

Don't ignore me

You don't want me there, you just shut me out

You don't know me

Don't ignore me

If you had your way you'd just shut me up

Made me go away

No I just don't understand why you won't talk to me

It hurts

That I'm wanted for nothing

Don't talk words against me

I wanted to know you

I wanted to show you

You don't know me

Don't ignore me

You don't want me there you just shut me out

You don't know me

Don't ignore me

If you had your way you'd just shut me up

Make me go away

I tried to belong, it didn't seem wrong

My head aches

It's been so long I'll write this song

If that's what it takes

You don't know me

Don't ignore me

You don't want me there you just shut me out

You don't know me

Don't ignore me

If you had your way you'd just shut me up

Make me go away

Maybe if a single person in my miserable existence could listen to ONE THING that I have to say, I wouldn't feel so bad.

I hate my class.

It's a very dangerous things to leave me to my own devices.

Old Mother Hubbard went to the penis
To get her sexy ovary a bone.
When she got there, the Canada was Canadian
And so her sensual dog had none.

Jack and Jill went up the tommy's left testicle
to fetch a/an barrel of water.
Jack fell down and broke his snake,
And Jill came tumbling after.

There was a little girl and she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her lemon.
And when she was sexfully, she was very, very blue,
And when she was bad, she was purple.

There was a rotund woman
who moaned in a shoe.
She had so many dogs
She didn't know what to do.

Yeah, when I grow up I'll let you know.

Hn, it seems inspiration comes from unusual places. I'm working on something that I need to hand in for a contest we were doing in Christian Life about genocide in Darfur. I'm late as usual, but this time with no inspiration and no clue what to do. Anyone who knows me can tell you that I'm a huge advocate for Darfur, and I don't take stuff like this very lightly. I couldn't just write a poem in homeroom and hand it in; this meant something more to me.

So here I am, Sunday night, and last minute panic starts to set in. I can't believe I haven't even started working on it over the break. After a nearly two-hour meltdown, I finally come out of hiding from my bedroom. I stare at the blank computer screen, willing myself to write.

I still didn't know what to write about. Another classmate's completely amazing poem was still in my head and I just couldn't get past that. I knew I couldn't, in a million years, write a poem like that. I tried to think about how I felt about Darfur, but that wasn't helping me at all. But then I realized that when I'm good and pissed off, I can go for a long, long, long time. Those of you who have read my blogs c.10th grade know what I'm talking about. So what got me good and pissed off about Darfur?

The fact that it was just being ignored.

It reminded me of something Duane Keogh of The Town Pants (TTP= Love) said at the Irish Festival this year, trying to get people to sing: "It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be loud."

So I decided that the poem didn't have to be perfect, it just had to get its point across. And its point? Simply to shut up, listen, and speak. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are at it. As long as it's heard.

Alright, only 7 months, 2 weeks and 5 days until Graduation.

Cross your fingers and hope that I make it without snapping.

My life is stupid.

I'm not trying to be emo and angsty here (we have far too many, if you ask me), so I'm just going to tell you about my lovely saturday night.

With a sigh, I resigned myself to another night of FF12, or at least until Adult Swim came on. My parents were out, Tristan and Sarah are in school and my friends are afraid of what Maggie and I call, "life outside your apartment".

So lonley and bored was I, I started to sing: "IT'S NINE O'CLOCK ON A SATURDAYYYYY....THE REGULAR CROWD SHUFFLES IN....THERE'S AN OLD MAN SITTIN' NEXT TO ME..."

(Oddly enough, my cat seemed to enjoy it.)

After about half an hour, I had waltzed around my house about 20 times, singing every Billy Joel song I could think of. After another hour, I was listening to Silly Songs with Larry from Veggie Tales and doing Russian kicks to "Coconuts".

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts!

There they are, all standing in a row

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head

(And bigger!)

Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist

That's what the showman said"

I think I'm allowed to complain a bit.

It was around this time last year that I posted my SAT carols ("I apprehended my maternal parent oscolating with a corpulant unshaven male in crimson disguse") and since I am having oh-so-much college angst right now, (that and I haven't gotten my SAT scores yet), I've decided to tell you all what SAT REALLY stands for.

Sick and Twisted

Septic and Toilets

Suck Ass Test

Stupid and Terrible

Scary and Terrifying

Study and Triumph! (Tristan's, not mine)

Slavery and Torment

Simply Awful Torture, etc.

So for six hours I work my ass off trying to find the meanings of words such as "hippopotomontoresquipaliophobia" (yes, that is a real word) when the whole time I know I'm going to go to the community college with every other drunk and whore in my class, live in my attic and die alone, surronded by 50 cats. I will be found two weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs with a bottle of vodka in my hand. And yes, I will still be a pikachu.

Anyway, after looking at nine different schools, my mom refuses to take me to anymore. So of course I got angsty. I cry a lot. But I realized something importnat about myself.

When some people get depressed, they turn to alcohol or drugs or emo poetry.

When I get depressed, I go to Billy Joel, schadenfreude and bad fanfiction.

"Let Them Know it's Christmastime" -Band Aid

It's Christmastime

There's no need to be afraid

In Christmastime, we let in light and banish shade

And in our world of plently we can spread a smile of joy

Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime

But say a prayer

And pray for the other ones

At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun

There's a world outside your window

And it's a world of dread and fear

And the only water flowing

Is the bitter sting of tears

And the Christmas bells that are ringing are the clanging chimes of doom

Well tonight, thank God it's them instead of you

There won't be snow in Africa this Christmas

The greatest gift they'll get this year is life

Where nothing ever grows

No rain or river flows

Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

Here's to you

Raise a glass for everyone

Here's to them

Underneath that burning sun

Do they know it's Chirstmastime at all?

Feed the world

Feed the world

Feed the world

Let them know it's Christmastime again

Feed the world

Let them know it's Christmastime again

So I did something I'm sure every true mindsay-er will be proud of. I finally deleted my myspace. It was a laugh riot, too. They give you every reason to NOT delete your myspace.

"If you don't like x y and z, click here to turn it off." Then,

"Are you sure you want to delete your Myspace profile?"

-Yes.

"Are you really sure you want to delete your Myspace profile?"

-Yes.

"Are you really really really sure you want to delete your Myspace profile?"

-Goddammit, YES!

"Are you sure you don't want to not delete your Myspace?"

(...What?)

Then they send you a confirmation e-mail just to make sure that you really really really don't want to not delete your myspace.

Brr. Saranc Lake is cold!! That's right, Saranac Lake, aka a God forsaken frozen wasteland. It is once again time for winter carnival. Every year I am dragged up north, kicking and screaming, to stare at castles made of ice and watch lumberjacks (or lumberjills, whatever the case may be) throw axes and chop wood. Going up to winter carnival is like going to the dentist. You know that you have to, but you really don't want to and you thank God it doesn't come around too often.

What made it even worse this year was the fact that I had the "Agu". What's the agu, you may ask? The agu is when you think you have the flu, but you really don't. I spent a hellish six-hour car ride coughing and sneezing as we journeyed haphazardly to the frozen tundra that is PSC. I stayed in the hotel and watched strange shows on TV while everyone else went out for dinner (Little Italy, of course) just because I was feeling so awful. When they got back (they being my mom, dad, Sarah and my cousin Melissa) we watched Benji on TCM. I've seen bad acting, I've seen bad writing, but wow. Just wow. It was so bad it was funny, not unlike our spring play.

Speaking of the spring play, I honestly don't recommend you see it. I recommend that you stay far away, out of sight.

Anyway, getting back to PSC now. I had a terrible night. None of my medicine seemed to work, and when it did it took at least an hour to kick in. Melissa was staying with Sarah on campus, so they didn't have to watch me pace and kick the bed out of frustration.

The next day I was still feeling good 'n' crappy and opted to stay in the hotel again and miss the rugby game. Rugby is one of those games where they say that there's rules, but they don't honestly mean it. It's just sort of one of those "anything goes" sports. At least, that's the way I've always thought of it. I couldn't help but wonder if there were any guys playing rugby in the snow this year without their shirts. (Give blood--play rugby.)

When visiting Saranac Lake, you can't leave without encountering some lumberjacks (or jills). I did manage to get out for the Woodsmen's competition. For those of you who don't know, woodsmen competitions pit lumberjack against lumberjack. There's several different events, including axe throwing, fire building, log rollling, cross cutting, underhand chop and one where you chop pieces of wood and shove them into a barrel. The woodsmen all need to protect their feet and shins (especially for the underhand chop, where you chop wood between your legs), so they all have to wear this protective gear. Most of the woodsmen I've seen go for the tin man armor--metal covering your shins and the outside of your shoes. You look like the tin man from The Wizard of Oz when you wear it. You can also use chainmail, which (obviously) goes under your pants and into your shoes. Given the choice, I think I would rather be the tin man. I'm sure that there's some psychological benefit to wearing plate armor on your feet. Plus I wouldn't worry so much about chopping off a foot or a toe or a leg. (I'm lucky, I still have all nine toes.)

After the woodsmen, there was, of course, the winter carnival parade. It's one of the few things I actually enjoy up here. If I wasn't so sure that I was going to get frostbite, I would've stayed outside for it. Instead, I just curled up back inside the hotel, nice and warm. ^^   I "cheated" by watching the parade on TV, but I sadly missed the PSC woodsmen's float.

Flash foward a few hours to the evening. I found out something rather disheartening (via facebook) which left me singing "Grace Kelly" by Mika...especially the lines, "Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me?" It was then when I swore...FACEBOOK REVENGE!!

Angsting aside, we journeyed to the ice castle. It was pretty fun, and a lot bigger than last year's. We stuck some of Melissa's leftover euros into the ice, which were promptly stolen by some kids and their dad with a lighter. Then we went to to dinner in Placid, which was rather crappy. Then we went back to the Saranac Hotel for a dance. This totally make the entire trip worth it.

The band, Double Axel, was so much fun! Since the theme this year was The Fabulous 50's, they played all these great songs from the 50s, along with other classics. It was kind of weird at first, and I felt oddly self-conscious. But soon we were all dancing together, either attempting to swing dance, keep our balance, or just keep up with Kevin! One guy asked me to dance, though, and it scared the shit out of me! When I dance with someone else, I usually end up hurting him, or myself, or an innocent bystander. Then again, everyone on the dance floor was all so crushed together it didn't really matter. Anyway, I ran away, utterly terrified, and then my mom made me feel bad about doing so.

So then I tried to dance with more strange people. A couple of those guys got a little too low, if you know what I'm saying. It was that point when I just walked away sort of like, "No. Just no." That night, I discovered the advantages of being 5'2". When you're in a sea of Paul Bunyon's and everyone is ten inches taller than you, it really helps you avoid people. ^_^

With a smile from that beautiful stranger, I played a coquette that night.

We danced on that slippery floor all night. Before it was even over, I already knew what I thought of it. This is how a Saturday night should be spent, not singing "Piano Man" and waiting around for adult swim. One night dancing with some very good looking lumberjacks. ^_^ 

Then it was Sunday and we drove home.

(What an anticlimatic finish.)

Happy birthday, Duane!! When you come back around, do you wanna run off to Mongolia with me to live a life of passion and scandal?

http://www.thetownpants.com/bio_duane.html

"Dear Kaye:

"Since 1836, students have discovered the important values of an Alfred University education. These values, enriched by our history and strengthened by our tradition and sense of community, have allowed our students to better understand themselves and the world around them.

"On behalf of the Committee on Admissions at Alfred University, I am pleased to inform you of your admission to the College of Liberal Arts & Sciences beginning the fall semester, 2007...."

And then my brain exploded.

Oh man. Page 62 and I'm calling it all ready.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak is high on my list of must-reads. Also included on that list are His Dark Materials, The Count of Monte Cristo and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

Reading, for me, is nothing like a laborious English assignment. Right now I'm sitting at the computer desk, staring at my open text book at Paradise Lost and fervently wishing that the people in my class didn't have the IQ of banana peels. They've made me lose Beowulf, almost lose the Canterbury Tales and completely destroyed MacBeth for me. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Mr. Pucci's class!

I've been wanting to not only read Pardise Lost, but to read the whole thing, all million and a half lines, someday. I tried reading a bit over the summer, but then I realized we would probably be reading it in English class, or at least a fraction of it. We have to read 180 lines for homework, and people are already complaining.

Ruin Paradise Lost for me, and I will defenestrate you.

(Defenestrate is also on my list of favorite words! It's right up there with "schadenfreude".)

Excuse me now, but I must continue with The Temptation of Eve.

This is a short essay I wrote for my creative writing class about the month of March. Since it has to be handed in tomorrow, I figured I'd just post it today. It seemed blog-worthy to me.

Ah, March. The greatest tease out of all the months. One moment she promises you sunshine, but delievers only a cold and grey world. March is just a terrible disappointment. For a few days the sunshines, and you dare to hope that spring really is coming and life can begin again. Then the icy winds blow and snow falls--it's like biting into a cookie thinking it will be chocolate chip and discovering that it's oatmeal raisin.

I don't think I'd be able to get through March with my sanity intact if not for the fact that I am a crazy proud Irish girl. St. Patrick's day has always been my favorite holiday, even when I was little. Of course, St. Patrick's Day traditions have changed since I was a kid. I don't make green Jell-o for leprechauns anymore; I go bar hopping. Of course, I don't drink, but I get a lot of sodas and shirley temples wherever we go. It's actually my sincerest wish to celebrate my 21st birthday in Ireland.

Also, I am eagerly awaiting the ides of March, and not to commemorate Caesar's death either. Two years ago I fell in love with a "West Coast Celtic" band, and last September I fell in love with them all over again. This December, I found out that they would be returning in March. It's not every day that I get to be a fanatical groupie, and I intend to be one every second on March 15. I may just die of mad green groupie happiness.

A school-related note as well. The spring play will soon be on stage for all the world to see. I don't honestly thiink that we're going to be able to pull this one together, though. Considering how unorganized and chaotic our rehersals tend to me, most ND shows are nothing short of a miracle. By my count, we've only had three practices for this show so far. Who are we trying to kid anyway? We are so screwed.

Lastly, March will mark one year and three months since getting my learner's permit. If that doesn't sound pathetic, I don't know what does. I'm seventeen, I've had my permit for over a year, I even have a car...and I still can't drive. Getting pulled over my first time on the highway was a bit scarring. I don't care if that was last year, I don't want to try again. The best way to honestly describe my driving skills is something like, "Over hill! Over dale! ...Poor Dale." So here it is, one year and three months and I will once again sit behind the wheel. It's probably in your best interest to stock up on supplies, stay off the streets, and hide in your attic.

Though I am not excited for her lies and disappointments, March is going to be an eventful month for me. Finally out of Feburary's cold grip into spring's slow, reluctant beginnings.

March 1 marks four months, three weeks, and six days left until graduation.

Some people collect rocks, some people collect stamps, some crazy old ladies collect cats. I collect quotes. This is my favorite one to date.

"If I heard something, which I'm not saying I did or didn't, I couldn't tell you what I heard, assuming I heard anything at all, and still keep the surprise a surprise, by which I still don't mean to imply that there is a surprise or there isn't one."

-Dean Koontz, The Face

  My friends and I are writing a one-act play for creative writing class. The main characters:

Captain John Pigeon: Loves to say "arr!". Has a pet pigeon on his sholder than needs to be potty trained. Likes rum, chum, and chicken tenders.

Fred the White American Poseur Ninja: Not a very good ninja because you can see him. Short. Gives Jeff the emo to get his hair cut and gives Cap'n John an eye patch and diaper for his pigeon.

Jeff the Emo: Writes bad poetry, wears hair in silly ways.

Mimi: Jeff the Emo's girlfriend

Jeff's first poem in the play: The barber shop, after Fred gives him money to get his silly hair cut.

Oh my hair

Is no longer long

My saddened path

Grows darker still

Darker than my black hair dye

And tighter than my girlfriend's pants

This horrible murderer of hair has chopped mine off

And viciously thrown into the black abyss of the garbage can

Later on, John Pigeon kidnaps Jeff and takes him onto his pirate ship. Jeff cries and writes an even worse poem.

I am in a ship

Like my black heart

Locked in black chains

With black curtains surronding me

And black eyeliner

Running down my face, mixing with my crimson tears of blood

Emos are silly people. =3

Rachel gave me a splendid speech today:

Ladels and Jellyspoons,

        I stand upon this speech to make a platform. The train I arrived on has not yet come, so I took the bus and walked. I come before you to stand behind you to tell you something I know nothing about. Since next Tuesday is Good Friday, we'll be having a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only. Please wear your best attire if you have none, and make sure you stay home if you can come. Find a seat on the floor if there are any chairs left, and remember--no matter where you sit, the ushers will most likely spit. Thank you for your most unkind attention, and now we'll turn it over to our next act, the four corners of the round table.

Yes, I was quite inspired by this little platform. So inspired, that I had to incorporate it into my current project.

My English term paper begins like this:

I came before you to stand behind you to tell you something I know nothing about.

Lord of the Flies by William Golding....

Do you have any pets? 1 cyclopian kitty (Jazzy). plus a hamster (Casonova), mouse (George) and Bra-rat (Daisy) 
What color shirt are you wearing? navy
Name three things that are physically close to you: CD, lamp, cell phone battery
What is the last book you read? Ironside, Dancing Steps or Slapstick
Are you or were you a good student? yes
What's your favorite sport? Ninjutsus
Do you enjoy sleeping late? yes
What's the weather like right now? Getting over a storm
Who tells the best jokes? Liza, perhaps?
What was the last thing you dreamed about? I think I had a dream about Mr. Cain washing my car... o.o
Do you drive? If so, have you crashed? No, but I have gotten pulled over
Do you believe in karma? My karma ran over my dogma
Do you believe in luck? depends
Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up? scrambled
Do you collect anything? If so, what? manga, pens

Are you proud of yourself? When I have random bursts of self-esteem
Are you reliable? Half the time
Have you ever given money to a bum? yosh

What's your favorite food? Babies
Have you ever had a secret admirer? Well, he wouldn't be a very good secret admirer if I knew about him!
Do you like the smell of gasoline? ech, no.
Do like to draw? Yes. Check out my comic books sometime.
What's your favorite invention? Spinny computer chairs
Is your room messy? My room doesn't have a floor.
What do you like better: oranges or apples? I can't compare the two!
Do you give in easily? Depends
Are you a good guesser? "I guess there's no one coming...."
Can you read other people's expressions? usually
Are you a bully? Give me the money bitch!
Do you have a job? Not yet
What time did you wake up this morning? too early

What did you eat for breakfast this morning? burnt toast

When was the last time you showered? this morning
What do you plan on doing tomorrow? go to school, take a test, cry
What's your favorite day of the week and why? Saturday, and why not?
Do you have any nicknames? Onee-san (or is it -chan? I forget) and Kaye-chan
Have you ever been scuba diving? once, in a pool
What's your least favorite color? Grey
Is there someone you have been constantly thinking about? If yes, who? Yes....
Would you ever go skydiving? Possibly
What toothpaste do you use? Minty kindness
Do you enjoy challenges? Depends on the type of challenge
What's the worst injury you have had? Either head wound from crashing my moped into a truck, or head and knee would from trying to learn how to dance at play practice...thanks Joe.
What's the last movie you saw? POTC 3 or Dream Girls
What do you want to know about the future? Will I make any friends at college?
What does your last text message say? "Congrats on finding your phone!" (Ironically, I lost it again 2 days after)

Who was the last person you spoke over the phone to? Tristan?
What's your favorite school subject? Free! Also creative writing and multimedia
What's your least favorite school subject? English...not for the subject, but because of the people I have to take it with
Would you rather have money or love? love
What is your dream vacation? Japan!
What is your favorite animal? Kitties!

Do you miss anyone right now? yes
What's the last sporting event you watched? the 2nd race of the triple crown
Do you need to do laundry? Yeah....
Do you listen to the radio? Only if I can't help it
Where were you when 9/11 happened? 7th grade, period 7 Mrs. Jenning's science class
What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Hit it and yell at it

Have you ever caught a butterfly? Hn....
What color are your bed sheets? Blue and white
What's your ringtone? "Not Ready to Make Nice" -The Dixie Chicks
Who was the last person to make you laugh? Myself, falling from a chair
Do you have any obsessions right now? A lil'
Do you like things that glow in the dark? Who doesn't!

What's your favorite fruity scent? Watermelon...it reminds me of bubblegum
Do you watch cartoons? too many... lol
Have you ever sat on a roof? yes
Have you ever been to a different country? yes
Name three things in the world you dislike: isolation, motion sickness and complaining
Name three people in the world you dislike: Only three?!
Has a rumor even been spread about you? yes
Do you like sushi? Never tried it...liked onigiri, though

Do you believe in magic? in a young girl's heart?
Do you hold grudges? No, I never saw those movies

"Low Tide" -The Town Pants

It's 4 A.M. and we're sailing away

From a port that we call home

I feel a pain I cannot explain

A feeling I know all too well

Tears won't help but I weep anyway

For the ones that were left behind

Slowly I can't remember their faces

Slowly they start to die

I want someone beside me yett I push them all away

I walk upon these stormy seas when I feel I shouldn't stay

If you only knew what I could do

If you only knew what's really inside

If you only knew what I don't think I could tell you

It's better just to watch the tide

It's been way too long since I've been home

Longer than it's ever been before

Too long since I've stood on dry land

Too long since I walked through your door

I'm guilty of a lot of things I wished I hadn't done

I've sat back and watched while others set the sun

I know right now if I could do it all again

I wouldn't be so far away

From me...

I want someone beside me yett I push them all away

I walk upon these stormy seas when I feel I shouldn't stay

If you only knew what I could do

If you only knew what's really inside

If you only knew what I don't think I could tell you

It's better just to run and hide

Run and hide

So, I just got back from my second judo class.

Never thought I'd get my ass handed to me by a ten-year-old.

So June 2007 has finally come to and end, and with it, my senior year. The beginning of the month seems years away...

The senior days were pretty fun, even our trip to Alexandria Bay. But that water is so cold, as soon as you jump in your whole body locks up and you get the wind knocked right out of you. Upon surfacing, my first words were, "SHIT! It's cold!" Then I tried to concentrate on breathing and getting back to the ladder while I could still feel my limbs. When I was changing out of my wet suit in the bathroom, I heard a couple girls debating amongst themselves about whether or not they should go swimming. I tell them, "Yeah, you guys gotta go in. It's the best swim you'll have in your life."

"Really??"

*snorts* "No, no, you're gonna die."

I also got to save a fish's life, thanks to the help of a rather large tree branch that was taller than me.

Then final exams, but those are hardly worth mentioning. Graduation practices with Sister Mary Nazi...I mean Nancy, were quite a show. I destroyed my only pair of uniform pants after my last final and was so tempted to find Sister Mary Linebacker *cough* pardon me, Sister Nancy and sort of go, "Watcha gonna do now, biatch? Put me in ISS? I don't think so!" Then run away before she could pummel me. Although the infamous day of ISS will live fondly in my memory.

Then of course Baccalureate and Graduation, and Project Graduation. I must say I had the most fun on Captain Bill's. At one point I got pushed into the break dancing circle, so what did I do? The shopping cart, of course. Project Grad was one of the rare times I ever felt truly connected to my class, and also the last time. I'm glad that I never have to associate with any of these people I've come to despise, but there are a few I will miss. My creative writing class, for example. It was such a small class, and I came to learn so much about the girls I had it with. There are so many awesome people that I wish I had met sooner, or had at least opened up to. In the end, it was me asking for their forgiveness, when after all these years I thought it should be the other way around.

Also, June was my birthday month! Eighteen is a very big year. On the 27th I turned 18, on the 28th I registered to vote and on the 29th I went gambling, legally, for the first time. I won $9.50 on a horse named Big Yawn. Actually, altogether I won around $27.

I also recieved my first "oh shit" gift. I mean, I love my boyfriend, but this gift was seriously freaking me out. To be perfectly honest, this is getting too serious for my taste. But then again, when was the last time I took anything seriously?

So June is finally over, and as my high school days end, my college days begin. I even have to register for classes today! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!

My facebook status:

"Kaye is omigodohmigodohmigoddygodgod....SHIIIIITTTT!!!!!!"

All right, I know everyone in the world is blogging about Harry Potter right now. I just thought I'd jump in and join the herd.

It's hard to believe that this is the last one, that we will never again be able to analyze a new cover for hidden meanings, have a betting pool on which characters will die, reserve another copy. (This, by the way, was the only time I've ever reserved a HP book. Waiting around for the book was actually quite fun, especially because of the people we brought with us.)

This seventh book is actually really symbolic for me. I started reading these books in fifth grade, when I was 11. Fifth grade was actually a tumultuous year for me, and Harry Potter and writing became my escape. My friend Maggie and I would always play Harry Potter at recess, too. We always had fun inventing new situatuions and characters. Did you know Voldemort had a twin sister, named Violet Trema? Who we then converted to the good side and she became our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, at least until Voldemort kidnapped her back, and we had to go rescue her.

*Ahem* Getting off that tangent now....

It's for me that this is the last book, which would have been Harry's last year at Hogwarts came out after my final year in high school. (With a handful of exceptions, I have more fondness towards Voldemort than the people I graduated with.) When my sister, her friend and I were driving to pick up our bracelets, we were talking about how dark the series had gotten. I mean, the first three are okay, but I think the rest get too scary for kids. (GOF scared the eleven-year-old shit out of me!) We really have grown up with Harry Potter, though. (We were fifteen at the same time...for awhile.)

You know how when you finish a really great book, you close it, stare at the cover and let out a sigh? It's like saying goodbye to a good friend. So the seventh book is really bittersweet for me; it's saying goodbye to several years of friends.

My predictions:

Snape, good or evil, will die.

Harry will see Dumbeldore again.

Dumbeldore really is dead.

Harry Potter will not die!!

Though, I think this is what might really happen (minus the Dumbeldore bits):

Dear Harry Potter,

Please don't die. It wouldn't be very nice of you to break my heart.

K.E.N.

All right, I know everyone in the world is blogging about Harry Potter right now. I just thought I'd jump in and join the herd.

It's hard to believe that this is the last one, that we will never again be able to analyze a new cover for hidden meanings, have a betting pool on which characters will die, reserve another copy. (This, by the way, was the only time I've ever reserved a HP book. Waiting around for the book was actually quite fun, especially because of the people we brought with us.)

This seventh book is actually really symbolic for me. I started reading these books in fifth grade, when I was 11. Fifth grade was actually a tumultuous year for me, and Harry Potter and writing became my escape. My friend Maggie and I would always play Harry Potter at recess, too. We always had fun inventing new situatuions and characters. Did you know Voldemort had a twin sister, named Violet Trema? Who we then converted to the good side and she became our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, at least until Voldemort kidnapped her back, and we had to go rescue her.

*Ahem* Getting off that tangent now....

It's for me that this is the last book, which would have been Harry's last year at Hogwarts came out after my final year in high school. (With a handful of exceptions, I have more fondness towards Voldemort than the people I graduated with.) When my sister, her friend and I were driving to pick up our bracelets, we were talking about how dark the series had gotten. I mean, the first three are okay, but I think the rest get too scary for kids. (GOF scared the eleven-year-old shit out of me!) We really have grown up with Harry Potter, though. (We were fifteen at the same time...for awhile.)

You know how when you finish a really great book, you close it, stare at the cover and let out a sigh? It's like saying goodbye to a good friend. So the seventh book is really bittersweet for me; it's saying goodbye to several years of friends.

My predictions:

Snape, good or evil, will die.

Harry will see Dumbeldore again.

Dumbeldore really is dead.

Harry Potter will not die!!

Though, I think this is what might really happen (minus the Dumbeldore bits):

Dear Harry Potter,

Please don't die. It wouldn't be very nice of you to break my heart.

K.E.N.

So August has finally begin.

Saying goodbye to Harry Potter for the final time, goodbye to my high school friends and this carefree life.

August is shopping, buying, ordering, packing. August is trying to keep my brain together for another 21 days before I’m off to Alfred. My biggest fear for college isn’t that I’m not going to do well in my classes or anything like that. My biggest fear is that I’ll be just as lonely as I have been in high school. But knowing a few people, I think, will help. I already know Monica and I are in the same dorm, but we aren’t really great friends or anything like that. There’s still Tristan’s friend, as well as "Engineering Man" who I haven’t met yet, but we have talked via Facebook and IM.

I also talked to my roommate for the first time last night. I think it’s safe to say that my list of roomie fears (whore, druggie, party girl, fundamentalist Christian, etc.) are useless now. About midway through the conversation I realized that she was indeed, my long lost twin. I’ve heard horror stories about your first roommate on AU, how it’s not too unlikely that you get the roommate from hell first semester. If last night’s conversation was anything to go by, I don’t think that’s going to happen. At least I hope not!

I’m exceedingly nervous, but at the same time, so exhilarated. I’ve only wanted to get out of this pathetic town since the day I was born. Of course, I’m going to an even smaller town, but this is completely different. No one knows who I am. No one can judge me just by hearing my name. I can finally shake off all this high school shit, get away from the label that’s been pounded into me. (Though embracing it has lead me to some fun times: "I’m a loser? Okay. I’m gonna be the best damn loser you’ve ever seen!") Finally, I can be who I want instead of being who others expect me to be.

"Keshite RIRAITO shite"

Or,

"Erase and Rewrite"

Just close your itunes, open it again and don't click anything. Just press shuffle then play, and let itunes decides you life.
Then, fillin the songs in order according to these categories...

Opening credits:
Waking up:
First date:
Falling in love:
Love scene:
Fight scene:
Breaking up:
Getting back together:
Life's okay:
Mental breakdown:
Driving:
Flashback:
Partying:
Long night alone:
Death scene:

Here's mine:

Opening Credits:  "Rum Runner" -The Town Pants

Waking up: "Kaze no Machi e" -Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles

First Date: "Butterfly" from DDR

Falling in Love: "We are the Champions" -Queen

Love Scene: "Uptown Girl"-Billy Joel

Fight Scene: "Ugly Baby" -Stephen Lynch

Breaking Up: "Crazy ex-girlfriend" -Miranda Lambert (how appropriate!)

Getting Back Together: "I Am" -Bon Jovi

Life's Okay: "Gin & Milk"-The Town Pants

Mental Breakdown: "Unidentified Friend" -The Town Pants

Driving: "The More You Ruv Someone" -Avenue Q

Flashback: "As Long As You're Mine" -Wicked

Partying: "Imperfection" -Saving Jane

Long Night Alone: "A Man For All Seasons" -Robbie Williams, from the Johnny English soundtrack

Death Scene: "No Tomorrow" -Orson

Closing Credits: "Story of my Life" -Bon Jovi

Heh, the first time I tried that I got "March of Witch Hunters" from Wicked. Fun, fun stuff.

Hooray! It's unofficial right now, but my name will most likely be Órlaith inghean Amlaib. I have to check on the "inghean" to make sure it's period. The next step is to design some armor, drink some mead, and go to Pennsic!

For those of you who have no clue what I'm talking about: http://www.sca.org

I want a sword.

I just recently recieved this:

President George W. Bush was scheduled to visit the Episcopal Church
outside Washington as part of his campaign to restore his pathetic poll
standings.

His image handler made a visit to the Bishop and said, "We've been getting a lot of bad publicity because of the president's position on stem cell research, the Iraq war, hurricane Katrina, and the Veterans Administration. We'll make a $100,000 contribution to your church if during your sermon you will say that the President is a saint.

The Bishop thought it over for a few moments and finally said, "The Church is
desperate for funding - I'll do it."

Bush showed up for the sermon and the Bishop began "I'd like to speak to you all this morning about our President, who is a liar, a cheat, and a low-intelligence weasel.

He took the tragedy of September 11 and used it to frighten and
manipulate the American people.

"He lied about weapons of mass destruction and invaded Iraq for oil
and money, causing the deaths of tens of thousands and making the United States the most hated country on earth.

"He appointed cronies to positions of power and influence, leading to widespread death and destruction during Hurricane Katrina. He awarded contracts and tax cuts to his rich friends so that we now have more poverty in this country and a greater gap between rich and poor than we've had since the Depression.

"He has headed the most corrupt, bribe-inducing political party since Teapot Dome.

"The national surplus has turned into a staggering national debt of 7.6 trillion Dollars, gas prices are up 85%, which the people of America cannot afford, and vital research into global warming and stem cells is stopped cold because he's afraid to lose votes from religious kooks.

"He is the worst example of a true Christian I've ever known.

"But compared to Dick Cheney, George W. Bush is a saint."

Stolen (lovingly) from God-knows-what.

1. What is the last alcoholic beverage you drank?
Wine at a Yom Kippur dinner

2. Do you follow college football?
Nein

3. How many miles does your car have on it?
I'll tell you when I start driving.

4. Who was the last person to send you a text message and what was it about?
My sister, about this weekend.

5. Last time you went swimming in a pool?
Um....Channing's going away party, me thinks. August.

6. Are you happy?

=D

7. Where was the last place you went shopping?
Either Kinfolk or Wal-Mart. Today, the dollar store. Tomorrow, THE WORLD!

8. How do you feel about your hair?
Could be better

9. Where do you work?
University of Cardboardia Boxia

10. Last thing you ate?
Vitamin C drop

11. Do you wish you were someplace else right now?
No.

12. Last time you smoked a cigarette?
I only smoke if my hair's on fire.

13. Do you have any expensive jewelry?
Yea, most of it I don't have with me

14. AIM or MSN?
AIM

15. what classes are you taking now?
Writing II, Math for the Liberal Arts, Introduction to Psychology and Japanese I

16. How many hours on average do you work a week:
If by work you mean homework, then...too many. -_-

17. Who do you like right now?
I dunno. My cat's pretty cool. I like my kitty. Oh and my boyfriend. I like him a lot.

18. Favorite NFL team?
Um...que?

19. Do you watch the Olympics?
Occasionally, every couple of years. (Prefer summer)

20. What restaurant did you go to recently?
The Jet

21.Who was the last person to call you?
Alex

22. Whats your sign?
Yield to oncoming traffic 

23. Do you have a favorite number?
Ichi ni san yon go ryoko nana hachi kyu ju! They're all fun to say. ^_^

24. Last time you did volunteer work or made any donation?
I don't remember...I'm a terrible person!

25. What do you spend the majority of your money on?
Medieval club supplies

26. Where does most of your family live?
NY

27. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?
One great older sis

29. Ever been called a bitch?
Hell, I call myself a bitch!

30. Got any guilty pleasures?
Raw cookie dough.

31. Do you drink beer?
No

32. Have you ever experienced true love?

No, I haven't found my Westley yet.

33. Did you ever collect Beanie Babies?
I used to, yeah.

34. Ever ordered anything online?

Yes, mostly school books or anime!

35. Myspace or Facebook?
Facebook

36. Do you have T-Mobile?
No.

37. What is your favorite subject?
Psych or Japanese

38. Do you sometimes wish you were someone else?
Sometimes

39. Do you usually fall for the "bad boys or slutty girls"?
Feels pretty good to be bad

40. Were you an outcast in high school?
yes, but by choice

41. Last time you saw your parents?
The Town Pants Concert, september.

42. Do you have any talents?
^_~ That's a secret

43. Ever been in a wedding?
I think so, but i don't remember it.

44. Do you have any children?
Nope

45. Last movie you watched?
Galaxy Quest...ah, classic.

46. Are you missing anyone at the moment?
My sis!

47. Did you take a nap today?
No

48. What was your high school's mascot?
Crusaders.

49. Ever been on a cruise?
Not yet

50. Favorite vacation spot? 
Someplace warm. 

52. Do you have any wealthy friends?
Bill Gates!

53. Ever met anyone famous before? 
Yup, Hilary Clinton (running for senate)

54. Favorite actor?
Cary Elwes

55. Favorite actress? 
*shrug* Iunno 

56. Are you multi-tasking right now?
Multitasking: screwing up several things at once.

57. Could you handle being in the military?
Only if it's the army of Hartstone!

58. Are you hungry or thirsty?

neither

59. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Wendy's

61. What is your average cell phone bill? 
42

62. Do you own a camera phone?
Of course.

63. Ever had to take a sobriety test? 
Not yet

64. Do you believe in Karma?
Yes.

65. Can you speak any other languages?
Yo tengo el perro en mis pantalones!

66. Last time you went to the gym or worked out?
um

67. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
At AU? 4.

68. Do you have a photo hosting site that you use?
no

69. Last place you drove your car?
I don't even remember the last time I drove!

70. What is your college mascot?
Saxons!!

71. Ever been to Las Vegas?
I was a headliner!

73. Have you ever bought condoms?

No, but I've stolen some when they were being given away free

75. What do you think is your best feature?
*shrug*

76. Have you ever been gambling? 
Yes ^^ 

77. How old are your parents?
late 40s/50s.

78. When is the last time you updated your blog? 
Uh...scroll down and check. 

79. Do you have your wisdom teeth?
No.

80. Favorite place to be?
Armoring.

81. Have you been to New York City?
Yes, and I hated it 

82. Favorite sit down restaurant?
Olive Garden, The Jet

83. Ever been to Disney? 
Twice, I think 

84. Do you have a favorite cartoon character? 
If by "cartoon" you mean "anime"..... 

85. Last thing you cooked?
Calzones

86. How is the weather today?
Splendid, thanks for asking

87. Do you email?

Yes

88. Last letter/piece of mail you received besides junk or a bill?
A calculator

89. Favorite store?

In Alfred, Kinfolk. At home, Walden Books

90. Are you dating someone right now?
Yup

91. Last voicemail you received?
Alex D.

92. Do you drunk dial? 
Hopefully not =p 

93. Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone? 
Broke it 

94. What is the best city in the state that you have lived in? 
Alfred NY!! 

95. Favorite band? 
The Town Pants! 

96. Last time you were sick?
Dunno...I'm trying to avoid that!

97. Are you bored right now?
No...procrastinating!

98. Last concert you went to?
Roy Rogers band, Miranda Lambert and Dierks Bently. Or TTP.

99. What are your plans for tomorrow?
Class.

100. Where do you think you will be at in 5 years from now?
Five years older than I am now, or else dead.

Yes, I do believe so. If you run track for six years and join the SCA, you must really like pain. If that doesn't qualify me, this will.

I must really hate myself.

And at the same time, I've never been so happy in my life.

One last thought:

"That's not writing, that's typing."

-Capote

Perhaps...but....

"We're going on an adventure Charlie!"

A guessing game time for music lovers!
(Guess the song titles. Artists too if you feel so inclined! Show me how brilliant you are. Or
rather, what good taste in music you have.)"

Step 1: Put your iTunes or equivalent on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Bold out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!

1. Hirogaru yami no naka kawashiiatta kakumei no chigiri

2. My friends from high school married their high school boyfriends

3. All right, partner. Keep on rollin' baby. You know what time it is.

4. All the small things

5. Do I stress you out?

6. Come stop your crying, it will be all right

7. Heart don't fail me now

8. I've drunk an ocean

9. In diapers, report cards, in spoked wheels and speeding tickets

10. Woaah Poopie don't worry

11. There lived a certain man in Russia long ago

12. 1, 2, 3 turn your head and come with me

13. All around the country, coast to coast

14. My gift is my song

15. Why did you steal the matches from the one-room motel?

16. Well the street lights shine

17. Well I found a bar where I can drink all night

18. In you and I there's a new land

19. Sick and tired of this world

20. Why you wanna tell me how to live my life?

21. It took me five bars, some forty lisence plates

22. I should tell you I'm disaster

23. An old man turned 98

24. Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the rorain' waves

25. When you try your best but you don't succeed.

On your marks, get set, go!

Hey, God?

FUCK YOU

Those who know me will also know that I hate emo kids with an undying passion. I've never much told anyone why, other than the fact that their poetry sucks. I don't want this to become a rant about these livejournal whiners, but let me just say this.

What do they have to be so depressed about?

I have fought with depression, suicide, humiliation, loneliness, uncontrollable anger. Last year I became a bitter old woman. As Mark Twain once said, "I have been through many terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened."

Well, look at me now. I feel alive again, and I've never been happier in my life. I feel like after so much confusion, I found a place where I belong. Just thinking about my life before AU makes me twitch with revulsion and throw up a little bit inside my mouth. But that's not my point. Oh, goodness, I'm getting off track.

After third grade, my life began to swing downward into a pool of suckiness. Yes, life can suck even when you're nine years old. My Aunt Linda was like another mother to my sister and me, but she died when I was eleven. I hated life, the world, everything. I haven't even been able to talk about her until now, seven years later. I still cry a little when I do.

In junior high, all my friends and I were brutally bullied every day. In high school, I was ignored by almost everyone around me to the point of isolation.

Here's the point I'm trying to make. Conditions were perfect for me to sulk in my room, write bad poetry and just feel sorry for myself. No, I wasn't always happy. But you know what? I always tried to be. Sometimes, I even was. See for example: junior year of high school...aside from chem, was actually not bad. =p

I still throw myself pity parties from time to time, there are still times I refuse to smile, but I'm working on it.

The key word of the above sentance: refuse.

Things have become clearer now. I'm finally realizing things that I have always known.

Happiness is a choice. Even when things look their worst, you can still choose. It's all right to cry, it's all right to be sad or angry or hurting. It's part of being human. Another part of it is choosing your actions. It's not always easy, it's sometimes impossible, but you have to try. You are the only one responsible for your happiness. Laugh or cry, it's your choice.

Good news: My mom somehow got a Wii!

Bad news: We only have Wii Sports for it.

Good news: I saw Brawl in Target the other day.

Bad news: I am a poor starving college student.

Good news: I figured out how to play Gamecube games on the Wii.

Bad news: I can't find and GC controllers.

Good news: I have a Game Boy Color, the '89 version of Mario Brothers and a Jellyfish CD to rock out to.

YOUR BOY SIDE—-
[x] You love hoodies.
[x] You love jeans.
[ ] Dogs are better than cats.
[x] It’s hilarious when people get hurt.
[x] Shopping is torture
[x] Sad movies suck.
[ ] You own a car racing game.
[ ] You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.
[ ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
[x] You owned a DS, PS2, N64,or Sega.
[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
[x] You have watched sports on TV
[ ] Gory movies are cool.
[ ] You go to your dad for advice.
[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.
[ ] You used to collect hockey cards.
[ ] Baggy sweats are cool to wear.
[ ] It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
[ ] Sports are fun
[x] You talk with food in your mouth.
[ ] You sleep with your socks on at night.
[x] You have fished at least once
total: 11


—-YOUR GIRL SIDE—-
[ ] You love to shop.
[ ] You wear eyeliner
[ ] You wear the color pink.
[x] You go to your mom to talk.
[ ] You hate wearing the color black.
[x] You like going to the mall.
[ ] You like wearing jewelry.
[ ] You cried watching The Notebook.
[ ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
[ ] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
[ ] You don’t like the movie Star Wars
[ ] You are/were in gymnastics.
[x] It takes you around one hour to shower and get dressed
[ ] You smile a lot more than you should.
[ ] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
[x] You care about what you look like.
[ ] You like wearing dresses when you can.
[ ] You like wearing high heel shoes.
[x] You used to play with dolls as a little kid.
[ ] You like putting make-up on others.
[x] You like being the star of everything
[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.
total: 6

Hooray for stereotypes.

Appearance •
[x] I am shorter than 5′5″
[x] I have many scars.
[x] I tan/burn easily.
[ ]I wish my hair was a different color.
[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[ ] I have a tattoo.
[x] I’ve had/have braces.
[ ] I have more than two piercings.
[ ] I have / had piercings in places besides my ears.
total: 4

• Embarrassment •

[ ] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.
[x] I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
[  ] I’ve glued my hand to something.
[x] I’ve laughed ’til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
[ ] I’ve had my pants rip in public.
total: 2

• Health •

[ ] I’ve gotten stitches.
[ ] Broken a bone.
[ ] I’ve had my tonsils removed.
[x] I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
[x] I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
[x] I’ve had serious surgery.
[x] I’ve had chicken pox.
total: 4

• Traveling •

[x] I’ve driven/riden over 200 miles in one day.
[x] I’ve been on a plane.
[x] I’ve been to Canada.
[ ] I’ve been to Cuba
[x] I’ve been to Niagara Falls.

[ ] I've been to South America
[ ] I’ve been to Ottawa.
[ ] I’ve gone to Sudbury.
[ ] I’ve been to the Caribbean.
[x] I’ve been to Europe.
[x] I’ve been to Florida.
total: 6

• Experiences •
[x] I’ve gotten lost in my city.
[x] I’ve seen a shooting star.
[x] I’ve wished on a shooting star.
[x] I’ve seen a meteor shower.
[ ] I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
[x] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[x] I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.
[x] I’ve been to a casino.
[ ] I’ve been skydiving.
[x] I’ve gone skinny-dipping.
[ ] I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. (This is so gross!)
[ ] I’ve crashed a car.
[x]I’ve been skiing.
[x] I’ve been in a musical.
[x] I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.
[x] I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
[x] I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.
[x] I’ve played a prank on someone.
[x] I’ve ridden in a taxi.
total: 15

• Relationships •
[ ] I’m single.
[x] I’m in a relationship.
[ ] I’m engaged.
[ ] I’m married.
[ ] I miss someone right now.

[ ] I’ve gotten divorced.
[ ] I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
[ ] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
[ ] I don't believe in love
total: 1

• Honesty / Crime •

[x] I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
[x] I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
[x] I’ve snuck out.
[ ] I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.
[x] I’ve cheated while playing a game.
[ ] I’ve ran a red light.
[ ] I’ve witnessed a crime.
[x] I’ve been in a fist fight.
total: 5

• Death and Suicide •
[ ] I’m afraid of dying.
[x] I hate funerals.
[x] I’ve seen someone / something dying.
[x] Someone close to me has attempted / committed suicide.
[ ] I’ve planned my own suicide before
[x] I’ve written a eulogy for myself. (It was for a class. I also have my obituary, funeral plans, and will all prepared.)
total: 4

• Materialism •
[ ] I own over 5 rap CD’s.
[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime / manga.
[ ] I own designer purses costing over $100 a piece.
[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.
[x] I collected comic books.
[x] I own something from The Gap.
[x] I own something I got on E-Bay.
[ ] I own something from Abercrombie
total: 3

• Random •
[ ] I can sing well.
[ ] Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
[ ] I open up to others easily.
[ ] I watch the news.
[x] I don’t kill bugs/don't like to.
[x] I sing in the shower.
[ ] I am a morning person.
[ ] I am a sports fanatic.
[ ] I twirl my hair.
[x] I care about grammar.
[ ] I have “?”’s in my screen name.
[ ] I love SPAM
[ ] I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.
[ ] I bake well.
[ ] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.
[x] I would wear pajamas to school.
[ ] I like Martha Stewart.
[ ] I know how to shoot a gun.
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] I laugh at my own jokes
[ ] I eat fast food weekly.
[x] I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class
[ ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[x] I am really ticklish.
[ ] I like white chocolate.
[x] I bite my nails.
[ ] I’m good at remembering faces.
[ ] I’m good at remembering names.
[ ] I’m good at remembering dates.
[x] I honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
[x] All my answers were totally honest
Total: 10

1. Spell your first name backwards
Eyak

2. Story behind your facebook display name?
I'z not on facebook

3. What month were you born in?
June

4. Where do you live?
Valley of the Insane

DESCRIBE YOUR:

5. Jewelry worn daily
Alpha Phi Omega service pin, if any

6. Pillow cover right now?
White with blue polka dots

7. Best Friend:
M.M. and L.P., now and forever.

8. Favorite t- shirt:
Macaroni and  Cheese "Soulmates"

9. Cologne/Perfume:
Clinque happy

10. CD in stereo:
Uh...I have Worms 2 in my computer right now...does that count?

11. Piercings:
None

WHAT ARE YOU:
12. Wearing now:
black wool coat, mismatched socks (one of which is my roommate's boyfriend's), jeans with holes and a t-shirt

13. Wishing for:

courage

14. Wanting:
To eat soon

15. Something you are deathly afraid of?
Needles

16. Do you like candles?
Not paticularly

17. Do you like the taste of blood:
Weirdly enough, yes

18. Do you believe in love:
Sure, why not?

19. Do you believe in God?

Uh...we'll see when I die.

20. What's something you wish you could understand better?
Myself, why I can be so screwed up. ><

FASHION STUFF:
21. Where is your favorite place to shop?
I can't afford to shop, silly!

22. What is your favorite thing to wear? 
Pants

23. How much is the most you've ever spent on a single clothing item? 
Over $100 on a prom dress

24. Who is the least fashionable person/people you know?
Probably me.

25. Do you match your belt with your hair color? 
I don't wear belts 

26. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
2, plus a 2 pairs of boots

27. What is the worst trend you see today?
Teen pregnancy being the "in" thing

RANDOMNESS:
28. Do you do drugs?
Nope

29. What kind of soap do you use? 

Dove.

30. What are you listening to right now? 
TV commercials 

31. Who was the last person that called you?
I dunno, I haven't seen my phone in hours

32. Where do you want to get married?
On the off chance that I actually do get married, I want a wedding like in Pirate of the Carribean 3

33. buddies are online right now?

I don't know.

What are essentials in your life?
Friends, school, writing

35. Do you send out holiday cards each year?
No

36. Hair right now?
It's everywhere

37. When was the last time you got a sunburn?
Summer vacation

38. Things that drive you crazy?
Texting in class...and my suitemates.

39. Where are you right now?

Common room of my suite.

Have you ever made out in a bathroom?

Not yet

 
41. Do you think the last person you kissed is nice?
Definitely

42. What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had? 
Diet coke

43. Would you take any of your exes back?
If situations changed, maybe.

44. Are you scared of spiders?
Depends on how big the spider is.

45. When was the last time you were so drunk you threw up?
I never have gotten that drunk.

46. Do you miss anyone?

Not right now.

47. I accidentally deleted #47

48. What are your plans for this weekend?
Going home

49. Been to a bonfire party?

Yes


50. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes

51. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
Depends, it is really not my favorite pet name.

What's irritating you right now?
Sarah Barellis music being used in commercials...I liked her song "Fairytale" before "Love song was ever on the radio!

53. Is cheating ever okay?
No. Not. Ever.

54. Are you listening to music right now?
Nooo.

55. Do you like Chinese food?
Yes, I just had some for dinner tongiht.

56. Do you know your father's birthday? 
yush

57. What is the last movie you saw in theaters and with who?
Australia with my parents, sis and Kylie

58. Is there anyone you wish was still in your life?
Isn't there always?

59. Do you get distracted easily?
OMG A CHICKEN!!!!!

60. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
Kissed Johnny, I think. 

61. What was your childhood nickname?
Kaye-kaye. Or I take a bath. I actually had a few. Does Galadriel count?

62. Is it easier to forgive or forget?
Forget.

63. Do you give out second chances too easily?
We'll see, shall we?

64. Are you jealous of someone?
Not really

65. Do you have a best friend?
You're my best friend. =p

?
Ne~?

7. Would you live with someone without marrying them?
I think so

68. Have you ever had a dream about people you love dying?
Yes

69. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Probably Johnny.

70. Have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink?
No, but I have brushed my teeth with it

ou ever changed clothes in a vehicle?
Hahaaaa.... yes.

72. Shortest relationship?
In sixth grade I was "going out" with someone for two weeks...I was too scared to even talk to him when we were, lol!

73. Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt?
Love hurts?

e you ever broken someone's heart?
Yes, and I still feel bad about it.

o you believe that you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend?
I am the bad girlfriend

eak really as bad as it sound?
It doesn't have a sound, the worst things don't.

77. Have you dated people who weren't good to you?
Nope, and hope I never will

78. Have you ever dated someone older than you?
Yes.

Total number of tracks: 4536
Total tracks: 869

Sort by song title:
- First Song: "Accidentally in Love"-Counting Crows
- Last Song: "9 Crimes" - Damien Rice

Sort by time:
- Shortest Thing: "Finish Him" - Mortal Kombat (1 second)
- Shortest Actual Song: "Bad Horse Chorus (Reprise)" - Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (16 seconds)
- Longest Song: "Jungle Land" - Bruce Springsteen (9:33)

As an added note, 3 out of my 5 longest songs are all Bruce Springsteen. "Devil's Arcade" (9:32) and "American Skin (41Shots) [Live]" (7:53)

Sort by album:
- First Song: "I Want You" - Across the Universe (Across the Universe)
- Last Song: "Play Something We Know" - Adam Hood (6th Street)

- Last Song that I Actually Listen To- "The Long and Winding Road" - The Beatles (1)

Top 10 Most Played Songs:
1. "Life Less Ordinary" - Carbon Leaf (49)
2. "Rewrite" - Asian Kung-Fu Generation (48)

3. "Epiphany" - Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp (47)
4. "Vindicated" - Dashboard Confessional (40)
5. "Bowling Ball" - Superchic[k] (40)
6. "Low Tide" - The Town Pants (39)
7. "Montage" - Team America: World Police (39)
8. "Fight the Sky" - Gavin Mikhail (38)
9. "Almost Lover" - A Fine Frenzy (37)

10. "Me Against the World" - Superchic[k] (37)


Search...
"sex": 2
"love": 46
"you": 118
"death": 4 

"hate": 1
"wish": 4
"ben": 5, not all of which are Ben Folds

"live": 19, only 3 of which are live tracks
"waste": 0
"my": 77
"time": 14

Why "Ben?"

I've been reading booksay's blog for awhile now, and I must say that it has inspired me today. I have to admire Mtt for doing something that I haven't. That is, finishing his novels. I make excuses about having no time, about writing something yesterday so I'm off the hook today, but I'm not going to do it anymore. I can keep talking about how they'll end, but I'll never accomplish anything if I don't sit down and do it.

I worried about publishing, about everything I wrote being a lot worse than I thought, and just about everything in-between. I didn't like to write then, because I just saw it as a daunting task from start to finish. It wasn't fun anymore; it was a chore.

I've changed my mind. Today, I'm going to write for myself and for sheer enjoyment instead of annything else. I'm going to forget about everything that I'm afraid of, and just let myself have fun with it.

And I'm going to finish.

L and Kira's hilarious and horrible (all at once) love song:

"Doin' all I can do

Just to be close to you

Every time that we meet
I skip a heartbeat"

-Scouting for Girls, "Heartbeat"

I smell an AMV! As soon as I can get clips, dang nabit.

The normal steps to my big idea process:

1. Try to fall asleep. This will fail. Instead, stay up thinking about everything because your iPod is dead and you have nothing to distract yourself with and you don't feel like turning on the lights so you can read. Seriously consider investing in a clapper. Realize the University might charge you for that, so you go back to thinking. Repeat until a regret hits.

2. Think of possible ways you could fix this. Stay up two more hours, getting excited by your plan.

3. Wake up. Sleep through your first class. Forget about your plan.

4. Try to sleep. Instead of sleeping, think about your plan. Does it sound good in your sleepy little brain? If yes, good. If no, go back to Step 1.

5. Wake up. Charge iPod. Think about your plan constantly. Does it sound good during the day, when you're awake? If not, go back to step 1.

6. Relax as you are sung to sleep by whatever you have on your iPod.

7. Wake up. Does it still sound like a good idea in the day? If the answer is yes, you're almost ready to make a decision.

8. Try to sleep. Go crazy wondering if you're going to be okay. Listen to your "Calm the FUCK DOWN!" playlist until you fall asleep.

9. Wake up. Think on your plan a little more, say screw it, I'm not waiting anymore, and put it into action.

10. (Optional) Watch as everything falls to pieces.

I am currently on Step 5.

Zelda: You know what your problem is, Link? You think the sun rises and sets on you!

Link: Actually, it does.

I think winning Nanowrimo might have made me a bit optomistic about writing, and while I really don't want to put all my other projects on hold for a month, Script Frenzy is too tempting to pass up. I hadn't considered it last year, but I want to try this year.

I've had this superhero running around in my head for about a year, but the problem was that I couldn't write this story the way I normally do. This was somethng that was meant to be a comic book. Now, I'm lucky I'm able to draw stick figures as well as I do, so the art aspect was my biggest obstacle. That and I have no idea how a comic book is made.

Well, I found a friend willing to draw it for me, and I'm still not entirely sure how well it's going to be. I don't know about writing discriptions of panels and stuff...but I know that any story, no matter what you're writing (as long as it's not an improv skitch!) needs a script. And that's where I come in. At the end of April, the world's going to see another kind of superhero.

http://www.scriptfrenzy.org for those interested.

I'm so sick of the guilt that comes from just the way I was raised and my Catholic high school, a place that I've been trying to leave behind as soon as I became a freshman there. I used to pray with phrases like, "protect me from what I want", but now I have to ask, what's wrong with wanting? What's wrong with feeling pleasure or passion or taking a step away from something? I want to stop thinking about where I'm going after this life or if this is something Jesus would do. I hate the knot in my stomach and the shame I feel after my boyfriend touches me. I hate crying each night from fear and guilt preventing me from taking the next step.

I want to walk down the street with confidence, I want the ability to raise my hand in class and say what I really mean. I want to not be afraid of breaking walls. I want to be intimate with my boyfriend and smile instead of wipe tears away from my eyes. I want the courage to take the next step.

Confidence, courage, expression. Those are things tha I want. I want to smile and be proud of the person that I've become, and the person that I am growing into. I don't think these are things that I need to be protected from. I need to be protected from the things that takes me away from them.

Protect me from what stops me from gaining these things.

Amen.

You know that stereotype about people from Conneticut? Totally fucking true, and I am getting sick of it.

Lighting people on fire is a crime, right?

So, my first Easter after quitting Catholicism. No mass, no reading from the Bible. No easter baskets either, but I can live with that.

My feelings of this event are best expressed by pop music:

"So what?

I'm still rock star
I got my rock moves

And I don't need you

And guess what

I'm havin' more fun

And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm all right
I'm just fine

And you're a tool

So what
I am a rock star

I got my rock moves

And I don't want you tonight

You weren't there
You never were

You want it all
But that's not fair
I gave you life, I gave my all

You weren't there

You let me fall

So, so what..."

-Pink

Today ends my fourth semester at college. It means a lot of things to me: saying goodbye to all my friends, cleaning, leaving the suite for the last time. I'm not so sad about leaving the suite, at least not the way I was about moving out of my room last year. I suppose it helps when you want to light one of your roommates on fire. I'm really looking foward to living in an apartment next year, but there's a few months between then and now. I don't want to go home and leave my college family. I have a few summer plans, but now I dread the months that I used to look forward to so much.

I've watched a lot of people change of the course of this year, for better and for worse. It hasn't been a smooth year for me, so I'm not entirely sure where I stand right now. I hope that I'm a better person, but I don't exactly have an objective opinion here, so I can't judge it.

I shouldn't stay too  long, so I'll just leave you with my summer plans for jobs in this floundering economy, totally stolen from the Arrogant Worms.

I used to be a 'sitter and I made a living fine

I walked to work each day and had lots of sleepy time
But the kid was tough and times were hard, the patience wasn't there
Then the school took my cash and told me fair is fair

I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no,

"Hire you now," they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go!"

Lawn-mowing promised me a measly little sum
but I've got too much pride to end up just another bum

Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?

I'm gonna be a PIRATE on the river of Chemung!

Ahh...feels good to be home again!

Last Wed. I began my treck North-ward, specfically to Anime North in Toronto, Canada. I live closer to PA than Canada, so it took me a few clever arrangements to get up to Niagra Falls, and then Toronto. Where to start off? Perhaps with my company?

Lizzie- Our host for the weekend, 3 year veteran of Anime North. Is also now friends with Svetlana Chmakova on deviantart.

Becky- Lizzie's older sister, very sweet but mostly insane. Also an awesome baker.

Jaime- Cosplayed as Professor Oak. A very strange creature that I didn't appreciate hitting on me.

Gorbi- One of my very best friends from school. Another strange creature and rumored dendrophiliac.

Ginger- Has analyzed all of the 150 pokemon, and then some. Has a large ginger beard.

And then there were the friends that we made along the way:

Cody- Lizzie and Becky met him 2 years ago at Anime North and have kept in touch to see him again every year. On Saturday he was wearing a school girl outfit...not that he stood out or anything. Still, I think it's really cool that they made and kept a friend after only knowing him for about three days.

Link- Becky, Lizzie and I all dressed up as Navi and ran around harrassing all the Link cosplayers we could find. "Hey! Listen! Hey! Listen! Hey! Lava is hot! Press A to open the door! That wall looks rough, you can climb on it! Hold Z to target your enemies!" And, my favorite for the Dealer's Room: "Press A to select an item!" We kept running into the same Link and ended up chatting for a little bit.

Kiyu- A friend of Cody's, at his first con of the day. We met at dinner on Saturday night and he tried to convince me that Chinese wasn't as difficult as it sounded while I blathered on about Japanese particles.

Ryan- Stood in line behind us for the J-pop dance, (It took us almost 2 hours to get in, and then we danced for 2 hours, never realizing that our roommies were waiting for us) who appears to be living my life before I can. Psych major who went to Japan after graduating...this guy stole my plan! He also cosplayed Dark on Sunday, awesome costume complete with expandable wings!

Kristen- A very promising young artist that Lizzie and I both encouraged to keep up with her drawing hobby. She was doing really great stuff for someone her age, and I just hope that her talent keeps blooming as the years go by.

Dixie- A dog who, upon finding out we possessed donuts, ignored her master for most of the afternoon.

Sventlana Chmakova- I MET HER! I FREAKING MET HER AND GOT HER TO SIGN HER PRINT AND I FREAKING MET HER!!!!!!!!!! She is kind of my manga-ka hero, especially for North American manga. The only other manga-ka I would love to meet as much as her is Mineko Ohkami, because I still am a ridiculous Dragon Knights fan, but mostly because I really want to know what happens to Nohiro. Also,

I MET SVETLANA CHMAKOVA!

Taking pictures was fun, spending all my money in the dealer's room and artist's alley was fun, the panels were great ("Pokemon Biology" and "Sailor Moon Never Dies" were very fun, as was the Ouran one). Getting free hugs, free kisses (well, only one. And it was on the hand! It doesn't count as cheating.) Getting sunburnt, watching all the "normies" stare at us (which were actually hard to find until Sat. night), Zelda photoshoot, and dancing for two hours straight were all a lot of fun. But what I love most about cons is that you're surrounded by thousands of people who love the same thing that you do. You can go up to almost anyone and start a conversation. I believe I talked to someone about Sailor Moon for about 20 minutes straight, especially about how annoying Chibiusa is. It's one of those places where you can really geek out and not be afraid to show how much you love something. It's a place where waiting in lines is fun because you never know who your neighbors will be. It's a place where everyone gets your jokes, and for three days, a crazy different world full of short skirts, unnaturally colored hair and thousands of people around you, all coming together for the same reason: celebrating something that you love with everyone else who loves it too.

And I met Svetlana Chmakova.

By the by, my hypothesis did prove correct. Canadians really do give the best hugs.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.

I wear BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser. (Actually, I am, and I enjoy it very much.)

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm BISEXUAL, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.

I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.

I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.

I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.

I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.

I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.

I'm JAMICAN so I must smoke weed.

I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.

I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.

I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.

I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.

I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.

I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a stuck up whore.

I wear skirts a lot, so I MUST be a slut.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.

I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.

I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.

I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a big peter.

I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.

I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.

I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.

I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.

I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.

I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.

I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a whore.

I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.

I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.

I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO. [Or a fag hag. One of the two]

I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.

I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.

I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST have a small penis.

I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.

I'm PREP, so I MUST be rich.

I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.

I'm CHRISTIAN, so I MUST hate gay people.

I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.

I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.

I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.

I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.

I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse

I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist

I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.

I watch PORN so I MUST be perverted.

I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.

I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.

I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.

I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.

I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE. (though will no longer fit in this category by the end of the month!

I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST have bad teeth. (Though if this is the only English stereotype, they got off easy. Maybe I MUST like tea, or something?)

I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet.

I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE.

I care about the ENVIRONMENT, so I MUST be a tree hugging hippie. [Trees have feelings too!]

I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan

I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion.

I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blonde blue-eyed lesbian.

I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.

I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG.

I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.

I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.

I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED.  (I'd hope I'm a person!)

I don’t CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast.

I'm SWEDISH, so I MUST be WHITE.

I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.

I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos

I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.

I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting. (Eh, I still feel loosely Christian)

I’m RUSSIAN, so I MUST love Vodka and Caviar.

When someone close to you dies, it's hard to believe. You lived your whole life, always knowing that this person would be there for you. My neighbor dying was an impossiblity. It was never going to happen. Six days ago, it did, and I'm still having difficulty believing it. At the funeral I stared at the casket and knew that she wasn't in there. Sure, her body was, but I knew that her spirit or her soul or whatever you want to call it wasn't around us anymore. I know that she wasn't suffering anymore, and that's good.

When someone dies, it feels like the whole world knows. But the world doesn't stop turning for you. It doesn't stop turning because it can't, and it reminds us that we can't stop, either.

"Where troubles melt like lemon drops
High above the chimeny tops
That's where you'll find me..."

"No guys! If a man comes up to us, we'll TASER them!"

I'm going to start adopting cats once I'm out of high school. I hope to have at least fifty of them by the time of my death. (Only to be found two weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs.)

In short, men are scum.

"Bowling Ball" - Superchic[k]

Maybe he'll change
Maybe things'll get better
Maybe it would be nice

If he didn't only put you down
Maybe things'll work out
But maybe they'll never
And I think you've given him
The benefit of the doubt.

You need that boy like a bowling dropped on your head
Which means not at all
You have too much to give to live to waste your time on him

You need that boy like a bowling ball dropped on your head
Which means not at all
You have too much to give to live to waste your time on him

Maybe he'll change
If you could be better
But maybe it's not your fault he's checking out the waitress now

But someday you'll change
One day you're stronger

And you will have changed enough and it's time to get out

You need that boy like a bowling ball dropped on your head...

As I wash my hands of the previous boyfriend, I am starting to compile a list of my dating do's and don'ts. Right now I seem to have more don'ts than do's, but here it is thus far:

I will not date anyone....

Who has hair longer than mine.

Over the age of 25.

Who lives more than four hours away from me for the better part of a year.

Who wants to move at a faster pace than I am comfortable with.

In my circle of friends, but drunken making out is okay.

Who is a friend's ex.

Who is an ex's friend.

Who does not treat me well.

Who can't stand to be away from me for a weekend.

Who takes me on a date and talks about Star Wars the whole time.

Who insults me in a less-than friendly or teasing manner.

Who disrespects my parents, sister, or friends.

Who is, overall, a jerk.

Who I know is bad for me.

Looking at this, and then looking at all the guys at my school, I could be single for a long time.

Above all, I will avoid alcoholics, workaholics, emotional fuckwits or perverts.

Hands down, this is the worst summer of my life. Right now the score is

Losses: 3

Funerals: 2

Jobs I hate: 1

Being lonely: multiple counts

FML: every day.

Puppy: +1 morale bonus.

Another weird thing I learned.

Ladies: take note. If you know most or all of the words to "Master of Puppets" by Metallica, you suddenly become sexier.

It has been a really good week for me.

Monday and Tuesday- No class!

Wednesday- One of my friends now has the entire series Samurai Jack. =D

Karate Yellow Belt Review - Went much better than I had expected, felt much more confident. Was still on the fence to take the test, though.

Bought Piano Squall's album - amazing pianist who plays songs from anime and video games on the piano, and the majority of the money he makes from albums and concerts goes to charity. My favorite is either the tetris theme, or "Creul Angel's Thesis"

Finished Kit's (an RP character) backstory, which was approved by the GM. Huzzah!

Thursday- Stolen away by sister and saw Zombieland! And then got to share some of my favorite Zombies vs. Humans stories.

Friday- Neuropsych test went surprisingly well, considering how little I studied for it. One class was cut short.

Decided to follow Bob Dylan's advice: "Don't think twice, it's all right" and took the yellow belt test. And got it!! There were tears in my eyes when Sensei announced that we all got our belts. I had been so worried that I would be the only one to get it.

I am so proud of myself right now, as I probably should be. Even if I injured one of my toes during the test.

In fact, this week has been so good, I'll even forgive it for snowing. And only 15 days left til Nanowrimo! Dun dun dun!

I want to have a conversation that goes something like this.

"So, you don't like people?"

"As a general rule, no."

Because it's true.

I live in a very small college town. The population (around 1,000) more than quadruples when the colleges are in session. The schools themselves are very close knit. Everyone knows everyone. If not by name, at least by face. Even people you don't spend much time with are at least familiar with you. It's, overall, a safe community. It's a place where you don't expect a lot of disasters to happen.

This morning, at about 5:30, the corner of main street caught on fire. Four businesses burned down entirely, one is closed due to extensive smoke damage, and off-campus apartments also burned to the ground. 13 students are displaced from their homes and have lost everything. Every where you go, someone is on their cell phone, having the same conversation.

It's strange and scary all at the same time. You never expect something like that to happen in a place like this. More than that, it feels like everyone in the world knows. Everyone in this small town certainly does, but for the most part, outside of it nothing is different. It feels like the world was supposed to stop turning, but instead, somehow, everyone is still going through their routines. People are going to class, my meeting tonight hasn't been cancelled, things keep moving on. Even when it feels like everything has stopped, we keep going. Maybe it's the routines that keep us sane. Maybe we only keep going on so we don't burn down, too.

John Mayer is a lying fink. "Say what you need to say" my ass! My beautiful ass! And someday, someone who is worth my time is going to love my beautiful ass and the woman attached to it.

I can't believe that it's Decemeber already! This semester went by so quickly...

The score of the semester

Random bouts of depression: 1

Rock puns: 4 or 5, used over again

Students that I want to kick in the teeth: 9, most of them in my anthropology class

Parts of the brain I learned about: Uncountable billions. @_@

Ranks in karate achieved: 1

Apartment door grafitted: 1

Firecrackers thrown at door: 1 string

Beer bottles thrown at door: 1

Calls to public safety: 3-4

Meetings with the Dean: 1

Dinner with Mormon Missonaries: 1

Buildings Burnt Down: 3

Weeks of Folk Dancing: 5

Parties: 2

Computer crashes: 1

Becoming a bitter, jaded old lady: Since the summer, but getting better

Irish Festivals: 1

My parents being awesome: Multiple counts

Games finished: 2

Novels finished: 0

Complete meltdowns: 1

Fancy tea parties: 1

Crying on the phone about boys: 3

Having the best friends in the world: Always. =p

Positions given in clubs: 2

FNL Shows: 2

Skits written for FNL: 1

Throwing down my geology book in frustration while shouting "I don't care!": About 4

Fire alarms that I set off: 0

Fire alarms that one of my roommates set off: 1

Cosplaying: 1

Typewriters found: 1

Words written in November: 51,000, and a little extra

Near-electorcutions: 1

Near concussions: 1

8 Page papers written in one night: 1

Finally being happy without one of those boyfriend doohickeys: Priceless.

The end of the semester is always a bit of a sad time for me. It's not just the snow falling down or the exams and work piling up. It's the thought of missed opportunities, of time wasted when you could have been doing other things. It's the memories of complaining instead of laughing and of being alone in your room instead of out with friends. There's always a definite loss at the end of the year, and it's not just from time going by more quicky than you ever thought it could.

When I was a kid, I always thought that life moved in cycles. If Christmas wasn't very good this year, there was always next year. If you couldn't wait that long, there was also Easter and my birthday. If I missed the parade one year, I could go to it next year. It was okay if I didn't go today, I could go the next time.

For a child, that might have been a good way to think. That was, of course, until I graduated from one school and moved on to the next, and then had to learn new events that would repeat themselves. In other words, there was always time to correct a mistake. There would always be a chance to do it over.

I'm slowly starting to learn that this really is the only chance we get. There is no time left to think twice about something, or wait for it to come the second time around. Already in my life I have done things that I may never do again, and I've very glad that I have done them. There will be no chance to correct them, so I'd better be pleased with the way that I lived through them. There is no time for corrections, and no time for regrets. If all we have is now, then we need to live it, every moment that we can.

I think I'll move to New Hampshire so my hatred for Massachusettes is a bit more justified.  

Massachusettes: 2

Me: 0

I have decided that the world would be a much better place if people never broke these three simple rules:

Don't be a dick.

Don't be a pussy.

Don't panic.

I think I just figured out a way to face my problems.

I've dealt with anxiety all my life.

I was a shy kid and I had a hard time making friends in school. I hated standing up in front of class and talking. Even in high school I still had huge problems giving a speech. I turned 16 and it took me 6 months to get my driver's permit. I graduated and left home and had a hard time adjusting to college.

But things were okay. That was just the way I was, and I was functioning pretty well. Until around this time last year, that is. It's not like there was something there that wasn't there before. I'm not sure what it was, but something in me must have snapped. I remember staring at the circle of about twelve faces when I was supposed to be summarizing something that we read for class. I just started crying and couldn't stop. After that, I almost never spoke in any class.

I've had some treatment, but things aren't working. I thought it might be just because I was trying to talk to a guy that I had a crush on, but then I was sitting in class again...

We were doing another discussion, and I actually had something to say. I practiced the words over and over in my head. There finally came a pause. I should have been ready to talk. I knew exactly what I was going to say, but my heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. I couldn't open my mouth.

Something needs to start working, or I'm doomed to be always be frustrated and silent.

Fuck.