Thursday, December 31, 2009

It's quite clear that I'm stuck here...

... "so I'll devise a plan and cut out a door in my new living room floor"

By the way, it's new year's day. Where did the past decade go? Just kidding, I don't feel like it went by quickly at all. Oh well. I feel like everyone else is making resolutions but I personally don't have any. I mean, I prefer to just set goals no matter the time of the year. Besides, I never follow through with them.

And December 19th = possibly the best day ever. Now back to my story... :D The beginning was here, by the way...

There was a blizzard warning for that night, and I hoped that we wouldn't have to leave early because of the snow. It was freezing outside, and it was a real relief to finally file inside the theater. It smelled like stale cigarettes and burnt pizza, like I imagined it would. The lobby was filled nearly-wall to wall with anxious teenagers desperate to snap a picture with a band member or buy a CD. Me and my friends grabbed some free posters and bracelets by the entrance and shoved them into our pockets. I quickly checked the concert's myspace on my phone to see the set times. As it turns out, Stereo Skyline was the first band up that we wanted to see. We shoved our way to the main theater and I immediately felt the deafening yet comforting sound of pulsing beats flowing through the air as we entered the large dark room. A band was finishing up, and a decent-sized group of people had formed in front of the stage.

A shriek erupted from somewhere in the crowd as a tech brought out a bass drum adorned with the neat text, STEREO SKYLINE. As the three blond boys filed on stage along with a rather scene-looking brown-haired guitarist everyone, including me, erupted into screams and they began to play "Shake and Shout". They followed up with several songs (old and new), one saying something about moonlight, and another one about a messed-up heart. All in all, they were a fun set to watch, and Kevin's chin dimple was to die for.
"So baby keep my heart beat-buh-beat-beat-beating!" the crowd echoed as they began their last song.

I turned to find my two friends behind me. "A Rocket to the Moon isn't going on for a while. Wanna go walk around in the lobby or see who's playing on the underground stage or something?" They both agreed and we once again made our way through the hustle and bustle. When we got back into the lobby, a group of girls was crowding around one of the guys from the bands playing that day. I really wished that I knew who he was, considering that so many people seemed excited to be in his presence.
I spotted Larzz and Dan from Show Me the Skyline signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. Have I ever mentioned that Larzz has a lovely smile? Well, he does. I also caught a glimpse of one of the lead singer of Sparks the Rescue looking rather bored at his merch table. But I was most surprised to see the guitarists for one of the bands who had gone to my school last year walk by. "A'scuse meh," he said, working his way through random people. I turned to my friends. "Was that-?"
"Yep," they nodded.
Two girls from our grade suddenly walked up to us, pained expressions on their faces with one of the girls' dad tagging along behind them. Being a whole head shorter than me, I had to look down when one of them asked, "Do you guys know when Christofer Drew is going on?"
"Uh, he's going on last," I said. "So, maybe, like, 9:30?"
"Ugh it's like 4:30 now," the shorter of the two pouted, and I quickly knew that Chris Drew had been the only one that they had come to see, and Larzz's loveliness or the many hot scene dudes walking around or the Random Guy From a Band Which I Did Not Know Of did not impress them. They went over to the Nevershoutnever merch table in a huff. All three of us exchanged glances. "We should probably go see if A Rocket to the Moon is on yet," one of my friends said.


To cut it short, A Rocket to the Moon was great, Nick was adorable, Halvo was hot, and oh yeah, I fell down. Valencia was on before them, and I guess they managed to get the crowd really riled up when they ended their set with confetti and having the lead singer stage dive into the crowd (right on top of me, too. I managed to get my hand on his stomach to prevent from having myself smushed). Not that I minded moshing, but it was a little ridiculous when people started doing it to "If Only They Knew". At that point, I had already lost my other two friends. They had disappeared into the mosh pit, and there was virtually no hope of finding them before the concert was over. A few assholes decided to shove the crowd as hard as they could, squishing everyone into each other. Someone ended up falling, and it was a domino effect from there. I fell to the sticky floor, with a slightly overweight girl sitting on my ankle. That part wasn't fun, and I was pretty sure that A Rocket to the Moon found the whole situation very amusing. It must have looked ridiculous from the stage.
At the end of the set, much to my excitement, Halvo tossed his water bottle into the audience. I reached up both of my hands and managed to catch it... along with five or so other girls. After quite a bit of tugging and pulling, it had boiled down to me and a particularly short girl next to me. I knew I had a firm grip on it with both hands, but the goddam girl refused to let go. It was incredibly awkward, just the two of us pulling the now crunched up water bottle, a little of it spilling out. "Fuck it, you can have it," I grumbled and finally let go.

Hit the Lights was up next, which I was pretty excited for. However, I'm pretty sure that a good portion of the crowd was only excited for them because they were the next band before Nevershoutnever, and they put up with the excited HTL fans to get in a good spot for Chris Drew's set. I screamed when the band went on stage, belting out the lyrics to their songs. The lead singer, Nick was bouncing up and down the entire set like someone who had just downed a gallon of Monster. People had begun to throw balloons into the audience from an unknown place. A few obnoxious people grabbed the balloons and popped them. I managed to catch a few and drew faces on them using my trusty sharpie, tossing them back into the air. I finally wrote FUCK YOU BALLOON POPPERS on one. To my amusement, I even heard a few people talking about it later.

Next up was the set that everyone had been eagerly waiting for all day. It was at least fifteen minutes before one of the techs came onstage with a table adorned with an American flag, with the 50 stars replaced with a peace sign. The crowd erupted into screams in response to this, screaming even louder when he brought some bottles of water. A girl a few rows up had fainted, and a security guard had to pull her out of the tight group of people. "No, I'm fine..." she muttered, only to lose consciousness again. A half an hour passed, and finally, Chris Drew came on stage, much to the enjoyment of pretty much everyone. "Hey everyone!" Another girl in the front row fainted in response.

"Thank you for listening!" he said with a grin after finishing his first song. A few songs in, he grabbed one of at least eight water bottles next to him and took a sip. "You guys look a little hot," he said, closing the cap of the water. "I'll let you guys have some, but only if you take one sip and pass it on. Okay?" He tossed it into the crowd of red-faced, panting (mostly) girls, and no one nearby where he had thrown the water bottle hesitated to grab at it, clawing at others if necessary to get a change to put there lips where Christofer Drew had.

I felt a little sad when he finished up his set, as I do with any band I happen to adore. People had begun to file out, and I almost turned around, too. I remembered something, and pushed myself even further into the thinning mosh pit. Right on cue, some brave girl began to chant, "encore! encore!" A few moments later, Chris leaped back on stage and began to do pushups (can't say I'm sure why, but I was glad, regardless). He concluded with "Bigcitydreams" and I excitedly sang along, silently laughing at the people who hadn't expected an encore and allowed me to get even closer to the stage.

When the concert was over, we went outside and were immediately welcomed by a burst of cold air. Surprisingly, there was not a single fleck of snow on the ground. We walked by the NSN VAN on our way to the car, and I impulsively took out my sharpie and drew a smiley face on the window. I happily imagined Chris Drew noticing it, even though he would probably annoyed at the stupid person who had decided to draw on the window. "Hey don't write on the van!" someone called from behind. I couldn't be sure if the person was drunk or serious or both or just kidding, so I just replied, "oh, sorry!" and ran to catch up with everyone else already in the car.

Uh, yeah. That's all. :D

(I love concerts and sharpies)

These lyrics have been stuck in my head...

"Why don't you s p e a k up, baby?
I hear you got a way with words
and r i g h t now
your body sure is talking
but not in the form
of nouns
or verbs"


oh, and by the way...
this site = epic:

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Someday came suddenly

I know, I know. I haven't updated in a friggin' week. But it's winter break -- and while I've tried to debate with myself that it's a really good idea to get some work done I always end up goofing off or sleeping. Bleh.
I just came back from skiing today--wait, that's a lie. I actually got back at like 10 but I've been goofing off (of course). Also, I didn't even go skiing. Now, let me first tell you that I am a horrible skier. I make those two-year-olds on the bunny hill look impressive. However, we didn't get to the ski mountain until around 3:30, and by then it was already getting dark (what the fuck?). Much to my relief, we just went snow tubing for two hours instead. I'm proud to say I didn't hurt myself (or anyone else, for that matter) in the process. :]
Oh and I never got to finish my story about the concert. I'll do that tomorrow, I suppose (yay for procrastination!). I actually don't care if anyone reads it, I just want it recorded somewhere for the memories.

"Can you feel it, baby?
e v e r y time we kiss
everything around us
slowly seems to
not e x i s t"

"What you thought was right,
has been wrong all this time.
This is a gift for you,
u n w r a p your life"

(I love snow tubing, sleeping, music lyrics, and photography)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Four days 'til christmas and all I know is that I'm not quite ready to let go


I bet you're admiring how I manipulated the Nevershoutnever lyrics into my blog title to make it appropriate for how many days until Christmas it actually is, huh? No? Well then -.-

I feel like I've written a lot about Nevershoutnever (I read somewhere that he dropped the exclamation point but he writes it without spaces when he's happy) lately, but I probably haven't. Anywho I went to the Jingle My Bells Festival this past Saturday, and I'm rather upset that I can't find my adapter anywhere to put up my pictures. So you'll just have to use your imagination.

Whoopsies... I just got off topic before I could explain to you what the hell the Jingle My Bells Festival is and how it relates to Nevershoutnever. Well, I certainly hope you could figure it out by taking a gander at the picture above. If you haven't figured it out yet, Jingle My Bells Festival is a concert sponsored by Glamour Kills with a bunch of really great bands. I was originally not going to be able to go because my parents had to go to an anniversary thing and I was pretty much depressed because my friend was going to go without me. But of course the day before the concert my parents told me that they weren't going to the anniversary because a huge snowstorm was supposedly going to be where the anniversary was. Of course a snowstorm never really came, but I was super happy anyways.
When we got there in my friend's mom's white minivan (it smelled like ladybugs in there), me and both of my friends jumped out and ran to the end of the line running around the theater. We couldn't help but gawk at the wannabe scenesters with purple hair and shutter shades wearing t-shirts in freaking 40 degree weather. My friend spotted Chris Drew's van (the license plate said "NSN VAN" and I was overjoyed to find that it was from Missouri). It was covered in writing from fans saying things like "I'm a real big fan of yours!" and "You make me happy!" and myspace URLs and phone numbers. I pulled out my trusty black sharpie and wrote "Kay loves you!" on the side of the van. When my friend's weren't looking, I wrote down my phone number underneath my message. ;]
I was very preoccupied with deleting old pictures off of my camera while we continued to wait in line. I could hear Weatherstar playing my favorite song by him through the open door on the side of the theater. I quietly hummed to myself. Suddenly my friend began to violently poke my shoulder.
"Ow! What?" I said not looking up from my silver camera in my numb hands.
I whipped around to see the one and only walking down the sidewalk waving at fans squealing into their palms. He was sporting his sailor hat and sperm-defecting skinny jeans. His hair was absolutely lovely. It looked very soft. It took all the strength in my body to keep myself from attacking him. Now, I'm not usually the crazy fangirl type, but seeing him right there in person is a totally different matter...

I suppose I'll finish this absolutely amazing story later... I have homework to do :P

Please don't hurt me for turning my story into a narrative. I just find it a little more interesting... :]

I've realized that my posts have really started to center around music. It's odd...

In addition, I found out that Mitchell Davis has 12,113 songs on his computer... or ipod... or mp3 player... or something. Regardless, I'm rather impressed. That's more songs than the population of the town I live in.

[I love Chris Drew's hair, "snowstorms", sharpies, and sperm-defecting skinny jeans]

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Now all I see in you is another mistake right over my shoulder

Hihello (this is Mitchell Davis... haha),

I had a track meet basically all of yesterday. It was really fun--but very nerve-wracking. I ran a 300 meter race and was the second leg in a 200 meter relay (I couldn't help but worry that I would drop the baton because my palms were so sweaty, which caused them to sweat even more. However, I'm happy to say that I kept a strong grip on the baton the entire race). If I can do some quick calculations, I spent about 25 minutes warming up, a minute and a half actually running in a race, 10 minutes eating (I barley ate all day, which was probably a bad idea), a half an hour randomly stretching, and 6 hours and 3 and a half minutes doing absolutely NOTHING productive and worrying myself sick over how terrible I would do in my races. The bus was an hour and a half late in the morning, too, which was miserably boring. But all in all it was pretty fun.

And Grace tagged me in this... uh... thingie, so I decided to fill it out, even though it's incredibly tempting to do my American Government homework instead (sarcasm):

1. What's your name?
Kay Grace :]
2. Your favorite food?
I love food. So much. My favorite would probably have to be chicken salad... or a cinnamon raisin bagel toasted with butter :D
3. You could have any person’s closet in the world. Whose?
Valerie Poxleitner's (Lights)
4. Favorite Movie?
Probably Forrest Gump
5. Favorite TV Show?
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (sappiness for the win) but I basically just like watching it just to see the really cool house in the end... so I feel inclined to say that I like Cribs, too
6. You can have any guy in the world right now. Who?
Okay, I'll be a loser and say Christofer Drew Ingle :]

(I love track meets and chicken salad and Christofer Drew)

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I feel like dying, erasing all these memories...

Well, maybe I don't feel like dying, but I'm a little sad is all.
and I'm listening to Brokencyde (hmmm... where's Phat J in the picture?)... which is what I do when I'm upset :/ Schitzo, to be exact. And that particular song means I'm particularly upset. Oh well.
I can't hate myself more, because I don't think I've ever liked anyone as much as him. And I was stupid. Because he liked me. And I haven't come across anyone I've ever liked inside and out as much. And now he found someone else that is nicer to him than I was.
That other guy, well... he lacked personality. I don't know. I haven't had much luck with the guys as I would like :/
and every time I see that message... ugh
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. :p

Sorry my blogs have been so boring lately...

And by the way, I feel like whenever I read someone's blog I can't help but feel like I'm reading their thoughts. In fact, when I was typing this, I had accidentally written "mind" instead of "blog".

I feel so emo.

Mmm but Brokencyde always makes me feel better :]

[I love Brokencyde... and nothing and no one else at the moment]

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

You can find another me, but I can find a million you


I had a snow day today, and it was really nice because I was up until 1:30 last night working on my stupid English paper. Even if we got a 90-minute delay it would have been a fucking serendipity.
But it wasn't too bad, because basically the whole time I was listening to Stephen Jerzak and Every Avenue for the first time and now I can't get their songs out of my head. :]
Oh, and I have a lovely story I'd like to share. The other day I was craving kettle corn so I decided to make some, but the only problem was that we only had plain old butter, which I refused to settle for. I suddenly came up with this ingenious plan to rip open the bag of popcorn a little before I put it in the microwave and pour as much sugar into it as I could. It was a pretty bad idea, but it seemed brilliant at the time, so I popped it in anyways at put it in the microwave for four minutes. About three minutes later, the popcorn started to come out of the bag and burn. I quickly pulled the smoking bag out of the microwave, and tossed it onto my kitchen table; it was hot to the touch. I tore it open to find a huge burnt mound of popcorn. I picked out some of the hot non-burnt pieces and ate them. They didn't taste half bad, but I threw the rest away anyways. I then made a whole new batch and added the sugar afterward... it was delish! :D

Yeah, that was pointless. But I thought it would make a good metaphor xD

By the way, I would imagine Stephen to be rather cold when the picture above was taken... hmm

[I love snow days and Stephen Jerzak and Every Avenue and kettle corn. :) ]

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I'm not in Love but I've already fell

Hi [:

First let me warn you, I have a bunch of subjects that I'd like to touch upon...

I was sleeping over at my friend's house last Saturday (with my two best friends), and as you ought to know, that when people really spill their guts. Because we know each other so well, we no longer have to talk about cute boys we have "crushes" on; I know every person that the two girls have ever taken a fancy to like the back of my hand. We usually end up touching very deep subjects around 2 or 3 in the morning. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I could hardly comprehend when my friend muttered, "do you guys wish, you know, that were more like, I don't know, Rachel Smith?"
"You mean popular?" I snorted.
"No, no! That's a bad example. But I don't know, don't you guys wish we did more teenager-like things like go to parties and stuff? I know it's bad, but, you're only a teenager once..."
All three of us agree enthusiastically. I just love it when someone brings up a subject that you had been secretly thinking about and then you find out that you were both thinking the same thing.
The thing is, our larger group of friends is very... well, g-rated. We have organized parties where we bring cookies and play twister and watch High School Musical (yes, I know... don't snicker). I can't really say I've done anything much more hardcore. Can't say I've snuck out of the house. Can't say I've been to a wild party. Can't even say I haven't been to a party where someone wasn't inclined to play Taylor Swift music (UGH).
So me and my two friends came up with a plan. We've decided to start doing our own thing. Not entirely separate from our naive group of friends, but start to become a little more independent. I don't know. The whole plan was kind of sketchy and decided upon early in the morning, but it
could work.

In other news, I went to a Show Me the Skyline and Weatherstar concert last Friday (the 27th). It was pretty last minute, but I'm really glad my dad ended up taking me and my friend. Of course, he insisted on staying with us (bleh) but overall it was loads of fun. I nearly died when I caught a first glimpse of the people in the band. Although they're not incredibly famous or anything, it's exciting to see someone in person that you've only seen pictures of (especially if they're cute :] ) and hear their voice all the time on your iPod. I am absolutely in love with Larzz from Show Me the Skyline. He's a senior at a high school not to far from where I live. Pshh I totally have a chance with him (heh). That's a picture of him that I took (below) ... it's not the best picture of him but I still think it's cute :3

On a more dismal note, I just found out that one of my friends' mom passed away on Friday. I don't know her to well, actually, and I would categorize her in my group of "tertiary" friends, but it bothered me just the same. My friend told me yesterday via Facebook chat, and it brought me down quite a bit. Apparently it was a sudden thing, and she wasn't sick or anything. The friend who had told me (one of my very best friend)'s dad had passed away over the summer, and I know that she's still having trouble getting used to the fact. She's trying so hard to do so well in school because that's what her dad had wanted her to do. I had come with her one day after school to talk to one of the guidance counselors to see if there were any after school activities that would look good on her record. "My parents really want me to..." she had said. I heard her voice crack a little when she said the word "parents". She confided in me that she couldn't stop thinking about our friend who's mother had died all weekend. It's especially upsetting because it's so close to the holidays.

I suppose when it comes to death, it's always better later than sooner.

Well, Christmas is coming. It finally snowed yesterday, but there are just a few patches of white here and there on top of the muddy ground. I live right across from a Christmas tree farm, and people have been driving back and forth all week with sad looking evergreens tied to the top of their SUVs. "They kinda look like dead bodies," my mom said today.

[I love Larzz and the holidays and life. xo.]

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Purple Rain

I forgot about blogging again... damn
But I'm back for now. :D
I've been working on My NaNoWriMo... and failing (If you don't know what it is, look it up you lazy butt). I'm supposed to have 50,000 words by the end of November in a story that I'm writing, but unfortunately I've only been able to crank out about 7,000. Hence, FAIL.

See that guy to the right? Oh I bet you do... it's Eric Halvorsen, the bassist from A Rocket to the Moon, and he's rather delicious. Why would I put up a picture of him? Truthfully, I have no clue. :3 I met the band over the summer at Warped Tour and they were probably the nicest band there. Now, I would totally put up the picture of my friend and I meeting them, but for whatever reason I decided to quickly fix my hair before the picture snapped, and I was caught in mid-motion looking retarded. Whoopsies.

And it's Turkey Day! Meaning... I get to sit in my room all day while my younger cousins tear up our entire downstairs.
In fact, I just heard my brother say, "That's expensive! Don't break it!" My house smells like turkey.

Last night I stayed up until like 4 AM because I took a 5-hour nap prior to officially crawling into bed the second I came home from school. I mostly took a nap 'cause I didn't feel like cleaning the house, and no one ever dares to disturb me when I'm sleeping. Heh. It was a half day at school yesterday, and that was nice.
Hm... I'm also really bummed 'cause I'm not allowed to go to a nevershoutnever!/sparks the rescue/ stereo skyline/ weatherstar/ a rocket to the moon/ hit the lights/ ian walsh concert. But then the whole Thanksgiving spirit got to me and told me to get over it. So I'm trying my best to do so.

Indoor track practice starts on Monday, and I couldn't be more stoked. I'm just a little worried it could be a little pricey because our indoor track team isn't sponsored by the school. There were all these freshmen at the meeting on Monday. They were all very surprised to hear that the title "indoor track" is actually a misnomer, considering that we actually practice outside in the freezing cold, and our meets are indoors. I don't think that those little froshies know what they're getting themselves into.
Anyways, happy Thanksgiving!

[I love turkey and Eric Halvorsen. The end.]

Sunday, October 11, 2009

When we hear hearts break, we'll say they're playing our song

Props to anyone who tells me what song the lyrics in my blog titles are :]

I've decided to share a song with you (just lyrics... no way I'm putting up a video of me singing... you might as well just KILL me)

Here it goes...

Here's to You:

Content like a puzzle piece
that finally found its place
Snug in all directions
in the perfect embrace
You felt so right
you made my hear
t burst
But you can't judge a book 'till you've read it, first


Here's to you
for being sweetest at first sight
Here's to you
for being a little bit too nice
Here's to you
for keeping my thoughts awa
ke all night
Here's to you
for trapping me inside my own mind
Just look at what you've done
I hope you're happy now

My fear is bleeding through my palms
you can smell it
you can tell it's there
You make me so scare
You've got me shaking
Forehead's breaking out in sweat
One wrong move and you drown me in pure regret


So, I'm chatting with my pencil
and I'm speaking through my hands
I can't open just for anyone
it's just too much to comprehend
The taste of my tears
must give you satisfaction
'cause flinching in fear
is my only other react
Maybe someday I'll toughen up
and become just a little more brave
Either that or I swear to you
I'll take this to my grave


So some-mostly-imaginary-and-some-real-readers... do share with me what you think the song's about :]
I love whoever has read up to this point *<3*

Friday, October 9, 2009

Hide In Youe Eyes; Mirrors Tell the Worst Lies

Why am I such a hypocrite? I feel like I'm always trying to identify and correct my flaws, but I do nothing about them. But by "flaws" I don't mean flaws like the scar on my cheek or my unevenly tweezed eyebrows.
I always tell myself that I need to get up and run, otherwise I'll be totally out of shape for track come November. I always tell myself to eat something, because that's how I'll stay healthy and not become an anorexic. I always tell myself to not worry about my looks so much, and how my waist size is perfectly fine the way it is. I try to stop lying. I always promise myself to get home and study the second I walk through the door. I tell myself to get over him. I want to, but why can't I?
When I'm stressed I tell myself to get just lie down and really listen to music. To just close my eyes and let my heart keep in tempo with the beat; to let the layers of guitar and drums and voices and computer-generated sounds flow through my veins is to be in pure ecstasy. Listening to music is something I can do without a second thought. And writing. Practice. Author. Photography. Yeah...
On a more formal note, I just felt the need to share with you guys that I always feel sad when I find out that a guy likes me... Why is this? I dunno, I feel like I should be happier or a little more confident or something. Instead, I just feel I'm walking around with a heavy heart and some sort of burden on my shoulders. It's odd.
Another random thing; I bet you guys (I actually have followers now, so I have to stop calling all of the readers "imaginary" :D) didn't know that I write songs, now. It's true. I might post one of 'em one of these days. I really want to learn how to play guitar. That would be cool to have a guitar accompany my lyrics.
I just took a chem lest the last period of the day. It really drained me of all of my enthusiasm for today. It was easier than I expected, though. Meh.
I like blogging. Why did I stop? It's a nice way to practice my writing and organize my thoughts.

HEY YOU. I love you. Have a nice three-day weekend. :)

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Remember when we never had to remember when times were better?

I changed a lot within a short period of time.
No joke.
Or just developed my personality?
I don't know...
I haven't posted on here in, like, nine months.
I was such a loser nine months ago. Oh, poor, dumb, 'ol me.
Hmmmm... how did I change, exactly? Let's see, still-imaginary readers. First off, my musical taste has expanded quite a bit. That's right, instead of liking about four bands that happen to be well-known, I've started liking a lot of less-popular bands. I'm super glad they're that way, too. I feel special liking music that not many people know about. Another odd thing is that I've developed a taste for... dundundun... screamo music. Oh my, nine months ago screamo music would have scared the shit out of me. Now I'm listening to bands like brokeNCYDE, A Day to Remember, and Eatmewhileimhot!. And one thing I noticed about nine-months-ago me was that I never ever put that I was listening to music while I wrote those stupid little state-of-the-union things. What was wrong with me? Going on the computer and not listening to music? WHAT?
And I said that listening to the electronica music genre was weird ... again, WHAT?
And my writing. Yeah, it's improved. My second semester English teacher really whipped me into shape. And I've been practicing.
My running? Hasn't been that great. I love running, don't get me wrong. I'm just not motivated and/or busy. Indoor track stars in late November, and I'm super excited for that.
Well, I suppose that's all for now. When I'll post again, I have no idea.

And I'm going to be looking at this in another nine months and thinking, "I was so stupid..."

And I'm re-reading this right now... and it sounds stupid.

Maybe I haven't changed that much after all?

Oh well...

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

My Boring Day... And Sore Legs

Hey people! Today was (ahem, president) Obama's inauguration. I felt the need to acknowledge it, mainly because a girl I know from my school went to go see it in DC! It must have been insanely crowded!
Anywho, I just got back from track practice at 11 (we didn't have school today. :D) My legs are pretty sore and I'm verrrryyyy tired. I haven't really been doing anything all day, really. I've been flipping through TV channels for the past two hours, and believe it or not, daytime television is not interesting at all.
I guess I'll do a right now.

I smell: Nothing. No one's cooking or anything right now.
I hear: My dad watching something on TV, the soft hum of my [dad's] laptop.
I'm wearing: Mt track clothes (I never bothered changing out of them; black spandex shorts, purple Soffees, my favorite House T-shirt), a pink fleece, and my gray Uggs.
My hair: is in a ponytail...

Peace, meh peeps!

And now, I leave you with one of my favorite songs, Up Against the Wall, by Boys like Girls. :)

EDIT: Sorry, but I have NO clue why two vids showed up....

Saturday, January 10, 2009

My Day... and Chapter One

Hey! Today was a pretty...interesting day. I had to get to school (on a Saturday?!?) so I could get on the bus to a track meet we had today about an hour away. I had to be at at school at 7:15 (it takes about 15 minutes to get there, so I planned on leaving at seven) because the bus was going to leave at 7:30. Our coach told us that if we weren't there on time, the bus would leave without us. I groggily got up early this morning and gazed at my digital clock by my bedside. You wouldn't believe how loud I screamed when I saw it read... 7:03.
Don't worry though, I got there on time :). (It required a lot of running.) I got to run a 300m race at the meet and I got about 55 seconds. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but I'm proud of it for now.
Anyways, I thought that I'd finally add a little bit of my story I've been working on for a while. It surrently has no title, but I would love it if you helped me decide! So with no further ado, here is part one!

part one

I stare gloomily at my toes sticking out of my pink Old Navy flip-flops. I have nothing to say and I’m not planning on saying anything. I prop my feet up onto the dashboard, and my mom frowns. She’s not into getting dirt on her brand-new silver mini-van, very much like everyone else’s in our neighborhood.
My mom wrinkles her eyebrows at me as I plop back down into my original position. I read once on a Snapple cap that wrinkling your eyebrows uses up twenty-thousand times as many muscles as it does to frown. Whenever one of my friends’ eyebrows begins to wrinkle, we always shout, “You just wasted twenty-thousand frowns!”
“Don’t look like that,” my mom says, obviously taking note on my sour expression.
I say nothing.
“I thought you always wanted to go to sleep-away camp!”
I say nothing.
“Camp Winnahana will be fun! You know, I went there as a girl…”
Oh boy, a blast from the past.
“…I made so many new friends and learned so many things…”
She goes on talking for about ten minutes and she clearly doesn’t notice I had stopped listening nine minutes and fifty-five seconds ago.
I finally decide to say something before she needs her inhaler. “Mom, I never said I wanted to go to sleep-away camp,” I huff, “I wanted to go to basketball camp with Tori.”
My mom sighs, “Well, it’s a bit late now, isn’t it?”
You bet. I glare at our G.P.S. perched right of my mom’s steering wheel. According to it, camp Winnahana, AKA not basketball camp, is only 2.8 miles away.
Six weeks. Six weeks is how long I have to stay at camp Winnahana. Six weeks away from my bed. Six weeks away from Tori. Six weeks without basketball. Six weeks without my Westie, Skye. Six weeks practically isolated from civilization.
It’s all so depressing.
My mom takes a swig of her pink Vitamin Water. This is her fourth one today (I’m guessing), and a lovely red mustache has formed above her upper lip. I swear, that woman is addicted. In our basement back home, she has seven bulk packages. I’ll bet she has power-c dragonfruit in her bloodstream.
It is then that I realize how much I’ve missed my brother and dad. They’re always going out on exotic camping trips without mom and I. This time it’s Colorado. I wonder how a sixth grader and a fifty-year old man have enough energy to climb mountains and cross deserts when my mom and I only have the ability to power-shop (Well, they don’t really climb mountains or cross deserts, but they do go on LONG hiking trips. I’ve been on one; I made them turn back after about ten minutes).
“Here we are!” my mom cheerily announces as our G.P.S. monotonously states, “You have reached your destination.”

Hope you liked it!! :) Peace outt! :P

Monday, January 5, 2009

My Trip

Heyy. I just got back from school and track practice. It was pretty rough. You know how rough? I'm sitting in science with my incredibly boring teacher and a horrible vexation ( a cool new word I found :D) sitting right behind me, while the rest of my family is getting up. THAT'S HOW ROUGH.
Anyways, I went to New York yesterday. We walked around Manhattan for a few hours, even though it was a school night. Wahtevvs. After we walked around for a while, we stopped to eat at this SICK diner! It was SO cool! My dad saw a TV actress there, but he couldn;t remember her name. He said that it was rude to point out celebrities in NYC, so that's why he didn't tell me sooner (I wish he had, anyways). So... I had this really good club, and afterwards we had this strawberry cheese cake that was AMAZING. Not just that, but their lemon meringue pie was a foot tall and then some! It was so cool! It looked like a beehive. When we went past Saks I saw the prettiest dresses and I HAD to take a pic or two. :) (and of course I had to edit them- I couldn't help myself!) Take a lookie! My favorite was the green one! :)

Cool, huh? I'll do a right now, I suppose. :)


I feel: A little bummed, a little pissed, a little tired (I'll explain later)
I smell: This really sick aerie hand lotion that I've been putting on nonstop! :)
I hear: My dad watching videos on the computer, my brother attempting to do his math homework with my mom. (there's a lot of arguing going on)
I'm wearing: A black coat (it's pretty comfy, and i didn't feel like taking it off), a gray Hollister long-sleeved shirt, DKNY dark blue skinny jeans, and gray classic short Uggs! (which btw, this girl in my grade who I hate got them,too- ONLY HERS ARE TALLER!)
My hair: is in a bun. I never bothered taking it out from track.

Peace out, my lovelies! :D

Saturday, January 3, 2009

My Morning

Hey everyone (or no one)! You know what's really annoying me? I keep on making indents when I'm making the post but they never show up when I publish it. Humph.
Anyways, I just got up and had Froot Loops for breakfast (yum) and I was gonna have at least some bacon, but my brother had all of it >.< Whatever. I don't even really like bacon unless its chewy, but my mom does not take the time to make it for me like that. :( Anyways, I haven't been doing anything all winter break. I almost want to go back to school, but I have finals as soon as I get back (I know, finals in the middle of the year? It sux, and then we have them again in June. :P) I'm gonna quickly do a right now, anywho.


I feel: A little tired 'cause I just woke up.
I smell: Bacon being cooked by my mom
I hear: Bacon sizzling, my dad shuffling around in the snow outside, my brother attempting to play some football video game on his PS2.
I'm wearing: An oversized gray sweatshirt that says American Idol across the front of it (my dad got it in the mail from work), a short-sleeved dark blue t-shirt from Hollister, blue PJ pants from Aerie, and no shoes :)
My hair: is in a messy ponytail, 'cause I slept with it like that

Okay, that's all for now. Peace. :)

Friday, January 2, 2009

My Music

Hey *nonexistent* readers. I'm back again. As I type, I am listening to my iPod (2nd generation nano, just in case you were wondering). What am I listening to? Skyway Avenue by We The Kings. It's a pretty good song :) I love music like crazy. I'm really into alternative music, and that especially includes Boys Like Girls, The Plain White T's, and We The Kings. You should listen to their songs if you don't already. They have really quotable lyrics so you can put them as your Facebook status or whatever. I also really like Daft Punk, which is kind of random, being that they are an electric-type band.
Anyways, music is a humungo part of my life, and without it I just might die. I mean, what would fill those awkward silences in the car if radios only played NPR? Who would listen to that? And what would I sing to in the shower? And movies would suck without music anywhere in them, and what would I put as my Facebook status? Huh?
Anywhoo, I've gotta go. My dad just came back with pizza, which I haven't had in forever. Peace out, my dear imaginary readers :)

My First Post

Heyy. well, here's my first post... exciting. I doubt anyone's really going to read this, so there's not really any point to me writing here. whatever. So... it's almost 11:30 in the morning on Friday of winter break. It's actually pretty early for me to be up at this time, due to the fact that I usually wake up around noon or later. (on weekends and breaks, of course. I have to get up to go to school at 5:30 :P) I missed track today, which started at 10, and I woke up at 9:40. Whoops. "Let's just bag it", my dad said. It didn't take me long to go along with that.
On another note, I've been working on my story :). It currently doesn't have a title, 'cause I'm not incredibly creative in that field... humph. You can think of a name for it, though, my nonexistent readers. I'll post some of the story when I get around to it... blehh.
Right now I'm gonna do this thing called Right Now, which will tell you what I'm doing, feeling, or hearing... right now. duhh. It seems stupid, but I thought it sounded pretty cool...


I feel: Just fine, thank you very much. I'm just the smallest bit tired
I smell: This Bath and Body Works hand sanitizer I just put on my hands... it smells like passion fruit!
I hear: My dad watching this random documentary thing online about criminals or something (for work, maybe. idk), my rabbit, Jasper chewing on his cage vigorously (I should probably let him out...), my 8-year-old brother watching the Fairly Odd Parents
I'm wearing: My old brown crochet Uggs, my favorite light-colored jeans, a white belt, a red shirt from Hollister, an old light blue fleece
My hair: is up in a ponytail. It's pretty gross today :(

Well, that's all for now. Peace, my nonexistent readers. :)

Oh, and here's a picture of my Bunny, Jasper (I think I said that... and he is named after the Jasper in Twilight, lol)


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