Winter Break

My friend Ben is patiently awaiting another post on this blog. So here's to you, Ben! You're the one who cares to read this the most anyways.

So just a quick sum up of lately:

Been trying to start up some other blogs for different reasons I'll post about later.

Christmas with the family was good. Got lots of gift cards, my animal hat I'd been wanting, and some other cool things too. My family is starting to recognize that I am a tolerable human being who can hold conversation, and not just a child. Though I am, in a sense, the odd-ball of my family. I think they're starting to accept that though. I really enjoyed Christmas this year.

Been hangin' with boyfriend. His birthday was the other day, so we celebrated with fondue and such. I got him chocolates (he loves chocolate as much as me! :o) and a gift card to FYE for both birthday and Christmas. He got me chocolates and ductape for Christmas, since that's what I wanted. x) I think he still plans to get me something else, but he wants me to pick it out.

Decisions. Don't like them.

I've been listening to a lot of mew music, and am always looking for more.

I'm currently on winter break.

Yeah. So that's your update. Catching up on things right now, but I'll be able to write more later. Hope all is well and everyone's holiday season is merry!

The Weather is Racist?

And suddenly... SNOWPOCALYPSE!

... Round 2.

So we'll be snowed in I'm sure. Again. Woohoo.

I like the snow, but really, it's only worth being stuck if there isn't any school the next day. Which I doubt. Cause lol, they don't do that.

Either way, I'm ready for hot chocolate and marshmallows, curling up by the fire with someone special, and listening to Christmas music. :)

Hurmamerm.

**WARNING** THIS POST IS A RANT. IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO READ OTHER PEOPLE RANTING, THEN DO NOT READ THIS. IF YOU FIND RANTS HUMOROUS, OR YOUR GENUINE CARING-BUG FLARES UP AND YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ THIS, GO FOR IT. OTHERWISE, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. *Note: I didn't re-read this. So... lookout.

*rant starts*

So I'm confused.

Confused about what?

Life.

What about life?

Several things...

Like what?

*sigh* Uhm... Like, just things! A lot of things!

Could you give me an example?

:/ Well, for one, I just think way too much. That's why I get confused. And for another, I can't do anything ever, cause I can't get organized and I don't know why so that makes me confused, and I have all these goals that I want to do but when I get there I get lazy and THAT confuses me, and every time my life is going well, my mind always finds one little thing that's wrong about it, and then I dwell on that thing and it makes me feel all upset and then I'm in an endless cycle of absolute madness! And not even the good kind!

... Woah. Uh. Yeah. ... Well I gotta go...

Life man. Life.

You know what I want? I want some time on my own. I want to get away from the world, where no one can bug me and I can work through everything I need to work through. Change my perspective back to what it was.

Right now, I get angry a lot. And I get frustrated with people. And with myself. I feel stressed and that there's a big weight on my shoulders and people just criticize me and I can't do anything. And I never used to get angry or frustrated. But I think its mostly the people I'm surrounded with. Not like my friends... but those I am forced to be around. I mean I love everyone nonetheless but I just need a break.

But I won't get it.

So what am I to do? I've developed so many random pet-peeves, I've been randomly pissy if anyone says anything remotely annoying or frustrating, and sometimes I just get sad. Then I want people to leave me alone. But they won't. They don't understand. But this is not me!

I'm not this way!

I wanna get back to fun happy-go-lucky me. Then I'll be more willing to shovel through crap too.

I think another factor is the weather. I used to love winter, now I feel cooped up. I needa go running. Gotta get out. But I can't.

SO WHAT AM I TO DO?

Grr.

Don't get me wrong. I'm very lucky. I'm just confused and cooped up and put down and I'm frustrated. I just need some time to myself.

But I'm not in charge of the life I want so desperately to be in charge of.

Myself.

Why? Because I'm not a person. I'm a child. A teen. And we aren't people to those of 'legal age'.

They look at me and think 'teenage rebellion.'

And sure, I sound like it. But no one knows my mind. And that's all I'll say.

Either way I dunno what to do. If you read this, I'm sorry. You read a rant. A rant I typed frantically in about 2 minutes.

I like advice. But I want to warn you, I know the way my mind has been working lately, and I'll want to take your advice in an appreciative manner, but no matter how hard I try I could take offense. Damn teenage brain.

I'm posting this because I'll read it tomorrow and find it humorous, because often times these little rants are in short spurts and don't make sense. So maybe you'll find it humorous too. Assuming someone reads this.

Anywho, comment what you like. I'm off to distract myself. Tata.

*rant over*

I'll Never Grow Up.

YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.

I decided awhile ago that I'd stop physically aging at 25.

I'm just going to stop. That's just what will happen.

And as for my mental growth... The knowledge will grow, the curiosity won't stop, the need for adventure will never cease, and my love of people and music will always be prominent. But I'll always be young at heart. And mind. Well you know, to a point.

I'm already told I'm 'mature for my age.' *shrug* So it goes.

That's right! I'm silly and entertaining, AND I can have a riveting conversation with you.

Hahaha... I sound confident. Wooo.

Anywho, you (meaning reader) should know that I wrote a post about my fall party awhile ago, but have yet to post it because I still have to edit. So I'll do that soon.

But for now I'll tell you about my Thanksgiving break.

So we had Wednesday - Sunday off of school for break. YUSSSSS.

To sum up, I spent it either at dads writing music, with the fam eating foods, on some adventures with friends, or with boyfriend.

LETS GO PART BY PART.

Dads writing music:

Well, writing or learning music. I recorded a couple new songs in my studio, as well as started learning how to play 'United States of Eurasia' by Muse (<3)>

So hurray! :D

With fam eating food:

Thaaaaaaanksgiving!!!! :D So, I was upset at first about the fact my cousins couldn't make it up, but I understood. Dang weather. But they got a new puppy I get to meet at Christmas. :D Anyways we had delish food as always and, as an added bonus, A MUSE CONCERT WAS ON PALLADIA (music TV channel) WHILE WE ATE DINNER! :D *such happiness* :)

I got to see my grandma and uncle. :) Woo!

**OH RIGHT. AND I FORGOT TO SAY I WENT SHOPPING ON BLACK FRIDAY. No, I'm not crazy. We went after everyone was gone. I got a skirt and a fedora. FINALLY.

Adventures with friends:

So I was invited to a get-together with friends Max and Chris, and also asked to hang out with long-distance camp friend Curtis. Then boyfriend Mark asked to get together as well. Now, a boring person would pick one, sigh and tell the others sorry. But oh ho ho I'm no bore.

I just convinced them all to come together for awesome fun adventure tiiiime! :D

Ha, so at first the party consisted of everyone just goofing around and making fun of each other while they got to know each other at Max's. It's when we went outside into the winter snow when I regretted hanging out with 4 guys.

Oddly, this sort of thing has happened before... Though last time I was baking with 4 guys. 0.o

Now, we started by walking to the fort back in the fields. Normally this would be fine, but I was in my new awesome tall (and fuzzy!) boots walking through deep snow. x/ I started with complaining, but I found it pointless with these guys and decided it'd be more fun to just enjoy the walk. *grumble*

So, we walked through the chill and had a mini snowball fight. Then we decided to head back where, after a series of events consisting of 'dishonoring families', the pile of shame, countless poking fun at me and Mark, we decided to take a trip to Cub Foods. If you're curious... The pile of shame was an uncomfortable pile of snow I had to lay on because I 'dishonored' Max's family. *shrug* He made it up, but I figured it'd make a story, so I took on the pile of shame. The result was a bad back and a cold butt from sitting on snow.

Well, Cub only resulted in laugh attacks and me owning a cute new stuffed owl, courtesies of Mark. And some carrots. Can't say I complain.

Then we decided to pull a prank on some friends who we new were having a party for a visiting friend we didn't know, using my friend Curtis, since they hadn't met him. Welllllll... It went too far when a fake phone call went overboard, so we packed it up, confessed the joke and headed home. *double shrug* It was all a good time 'sides that.

Hangin' with Mark:

The next day, after all the silly shenanigans and such, Mark and I spent the day together. We went to the mall together in search for an animal hat.

Such as this one. ^

No dice. Never found that perfect animal hat... *sigh* But the trip was fun nonetheless.

Then we came back to my house and watched 'The Notebook.' If you've ever seen this movie, you'd know. ITS SO SO SO SO CUTE AND AMAZING BUT I ALWAYS END UP SOBBING. I had forgotten how much I love that movie. Either way, I ended up squealing at most parts and quoting it and it was a jolly good time.

Though I was sobbing in his arms by the end. I had warned him.

Good thing we had bought chocolate at Target before hand. :) Nom.

And I won't write too much about Mark over thee blog, since I haven't asked what he thinks about it yet, but I will let you know he's the most amazing, wonderful, sweet, caring guy a girl could ever wish for, and I sure hope he knows how much I adore him. <3

All in all I had a fantastic break. I hope everyone had a great thanksgiving and such! :D

Anonymous-ness Part Two.

So, awhile ago I made a post writing anonymously to people and things, because I had things I needed to say but didn't always wanna say it to them. Thus, anonymously.

So yeah imma do it again.

I feel it'd be a good way to note what I've been up to, as well as get out what I gotta get out.

To amazing friend who seems so sad lately:

Please cheer up. You're so very loved, and you don't deserve to feel so awful. Please talk to someone. And know I'm always here.

To a couple of friends who seem to be upset about each other:

You're both just worried about nothing. Freekin' TALK it out and all will be fine. You want them to act a certain way, maybe you aughta show them that.

To my school:

If you cut out early bird classes and such, I'll seriously consider switching to my original district. That'd make me sad though, since I happen to like it there. Sometimes. :/ And if I go back, they might eat me. 0.o

To my style:

Come freeking back. I love doing fun style, but it's been too cold and I've been to lazy.

To amazing, wonderful, fantastic boy:

You've no idea how much every little thing you do means to me. You make me feel very special and you don't even realize how absolutely amazing you really are. I just don't see how you don't see it in yourself, you're absolutely my movie fairy tale. <3>

To music:

I need more of you.

To sleep:

I need more of you as well.

To choir and stuff:

I love you but you're frustrating right now. Choir is supposed to be the hour I have fun doing what I love... but I've had so much work lately that sometimes I need that time for homework. That's my fault, yes, and it bums me out. But what's happening right now is that you become an extra chore and that's no fun at all. Gah.

To music I'm writing:

I wish I had more time for youuuu.

To one group of friends:

I miss you, gang. And I really want to see you.

To other group of friends:

I can't wait for you to meet him. :) Don't corrupt him too much, okay? :D

To other other group of friends:

Where are you? Lets start getting together again. Please? I miss you.

To old group of friends:

Hi. I'm Kayla. Oh wait, we've known each other our whole lives? Hmm. Doesn't seem like it.

To my mind:

You're doing well. Haven't over-thought things too much lately. Got too many happy thoughts. :) Stay that way.

To my room:

Clean yourself.

To my food:

Wait, I've no food.

To homework:

You're not attractive, so I'm not doing you. Aw, gross Kayla. Hey, I saw it on Facebook.

To Facebook:

I need to stay away from you. I love spending so much time with you, but you've taken over my life.

To "The Notebook:"

You're such a gooood mooovie... But when I watch you with my boyfriend I'm going to completely LOSE IT. I'll prolly kill a whole Kleenex box. :/ Oh dear... Please be prepared dear.

To my blog:

I'm sorry I've neglected you. I'll try and write more.

To my youth group:

I love you.

That's all I can do for now, I think. Enjoy.

WOOH It's Been Awhile.

Why has it been awhile?

No motivation.

Nobody has commented on my posts for quite some time... Thus I felt like I had no readers... Thus I just stopped blogging.

Though I love blogging. And no, this isn't a post for pity.

I just had no motivation. *shrug* What can I say.

I've also been very busy.

With:

Drivers Ed (Pull out my hair. 10 days. # extra hours after school. X.x)

I dyed my hair! It's dark brown.

Made some new friends. :)

New music!

Writing music.

Choir things.

Not sleeping. X.x

Halloween parties and trick or treating. You're never too old!

Homework. Death.

Cleaning everything.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

"These are just excuses. Their not even that time consuming!"

Ahh, but you are wrong! I get home at 6 from drivers ed and there's different things I have to do everyday (youth group, cleaning, events, etc.) and then I have to do homework and TRY and find some relaxing time. Oh, and I'm trying to be healthy. And it's not working.

AAANNNDDD my sleep schedule sucks. So I'm always tired.

So there. I'll attempt to post more.

Muse

**Hello. Since I haven't had time to blog lately because of my play which I'll write about later,I'll be catching up hopefully over the next week or so.**

The Muse Concert.

All we could say after seeing it was "Wow."

Literally. And after every song I'd just blurt out "Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic." And each time I'd hear the first few notes of the next song and realize what it was, I'd scream and shout "YESSS!!!" since they played just about every song I wanted.

It was basically the perfect concert. Meaning Muse. The seats weren't the best, but we made it quite fun. Especially since we were in the nose bleed seats and were the only row headbanging and completely rocking out. At least we got the full view, though, and the full view was absolutely breathtaking.

I was mussing about Muse the next month. *Bu-bum, chhh.* And I still am. It was thee best concert I've been to yet, and it got me so into Muse.

I mean everything was ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC:

The Lights - They had lazer-type lights, lights times perfectly with the music, perfectly fitting with the music, they had screens up with amazing graphics and such and live video close-ups of the band, etc. My mind: "HOOOOLLLLYYYY SHITTTTTTT!!! :D"

The Music - Duh. Muse is phenomenal. Perfect live. They give their all every time.

The Stage - Started on big platforms that went down, then went to the front of the stage.

The Instruments - His first guitar lit up, one turned into a spotlight going around the center as he moved, the PIANO lit up (WANT. SOMUCHWANT.) etc. Just... ohhhhhhhhh.

Just... wow. Breathtaking. Everything.

Muse, you inspire me. Hehe. Muse. Inspire. Hehe. It's so perfect!!

There's not much more I can say. It was just too amazingly fantastic for words to correctly and thoroughly describe.

MUSE.

Homecoming and Such.

Update!

So most of my post's lately have been thoughts and such, but I haven't done one where I've said what I've been up to in a while.

So...

I had my schools homecoming dance yesterday. It was quite fun. While we were getting ready I did several of my friends' makeup, and so when the guys arrived I was still in my comfys. X) I had to rush and put on my dress and jewelry.

ZOMGZ DIDJA HAVE A DATE!?!

Noh. I went with friends. :) I had a date, but he couldn't make it.

:o WHYYY??

He lives a good distance away, and it just didn't work out in terms of rides and such.

WELL WHAT ELSE HAPPENED??

Oh you know.

DO NOT! TELL! ME!

Picture this:

Partyboying, the makerina to a random song, dance circles, absolutely crazy awesome amazing dancing, lots of interesting looks from people, me and the CCC. :D (And avoiding grinding at all costs, etc.)

And an awkward car ride on the way home, in which we all crammed into one van together, and I had to sit on my friend Ben's lap. (Hello Ben. I know you read this.) What made it even more awkward, is Derrick and Abby's conversation in the back seat, involving childbirth and other topics that just make things get weirder and weirder. *sigh* Gotta love 'em.

When we got back to my friends house we watched the homecoming video Grace's dad made (Involving good old Ben's dance) and then watched Ace Ventura. Fuuuunn times.

Interesting. OH! WHAT DIDJA WEAR THOUGH?!

A cute/classy black dress. :)

What else happened lately... hmm... Oh! I got side bangs!

They look pree good, I must say. I like how they turned out.

Apparently during Halloween my friend wants me to come to this haunted house where he's working. The CCC also wants me to go to a haunted amusement park with them.

I don't do scary. I'm absolutely terrified.

Psh, so don't go.

I'm a pushover. I'll end up going, and I'll also end up crying and having nightmares. Don't judge. I grew up a wimp.

I can't think of much else. Just school. Pth.

Yup. There's your update.

Shut Me Out.

"You got a problem with the way I think

I got a problem with the way you think

You can program me Like a damned machine

So I'll take a stand, and say 'Fuck this scene.'"

"I'm sick of imagery instead of artistry

I'm sick of apathy instead of harmony

I'm sick of poets working part time jobs

While pissy people pick and choose the stars."

I wanted to make a post about Nevershoutnever's song Sellout because it seems to apply to me quite a bit lately.

Looking into my world right now, as well as the world in general, it seems like the artists of the world are put down... put away for being their own people. For being different.

My dad tells me I have to fit in to get somewhere. To get a good job.

Well, his definition of a "good" job is something that makes you a lot of money.

My definition... is more so something that makes you happy.

You could spend your life making millions off of something you can do well, but not the something you want to spend your life doing.

Or... You could do something that doesn't get you too much dough, but makes you happier than you ever imagined.

Maybe I don't want to fit in.

The way I picture the world to become... is something like robots.

People all have to fit in and be the same. Work fancy jobs day after day, and not do something they love.

People shut out the deeper people, and those who try and be different.

People shut out those who feel. Those who care a whole lot. Those who think just a little differently.

I'm one of those people. So shut me out.

I'll make my way back in.

My Life is a Musical

Hi, I'm Kayla and my life is a musical. If you don't believe me, then you've never really met me.

I do burst out into random song.

I do make things very dramatic. In a funny sense. Not like "Ohemgee did you see her hair?!" kind of sense...

I frequently skip down the hallways.

I often break out into dance numbers, and what makes it better, is sometimes people join in.

Every time I see an instrument, I'll most likely go rock out on it.

When I'm upset, the way I view things turns black and white. There's a dramatic feel to it and depressing music plays in the background.

When I'm angry, something like metal music comes on in my head, and everything is shaking.

When I'm extremely happy, Nevershoutnever-type music plays and there's a skip-around-merrily vibe to all of it, and I often dance around my house like every classic movie where the girl hears great news.

When I'm chill, we got John Mayer goin' in the background and life is good. There's a calm cool look about it.

When I'm scared, creepy music plays in the background.

When I'm doing something dramatic, like running dramatically to a friend I haven't seen in awhile or something of the sort, you got the "dun dun dun" going in the background with the music that fits.

When I'm looking back, reflecting on things, a whole montage thing happens in my head, and the music will fit the theme.

Now, obviously, this too is a dramatization of how I view of my life. But a lot of it actually quite true. Such as I look at things from camera's point of view rather than just a person.**

**Seriously. Often times something will happen, and I'll think "Woah! That'd be a great music video!" Then I promptly record the idea on my iPhone.

The way I think of things is also musical-esque. It just happens that way.

I often fantasize aswell, and expect things in my fantasies to happen one day. And they will happen, dammit!!

I hope someday a boy will **** ** ** **** **** ** *** ****** *** **** ** * **** ** *** ** *** *** ***** **** ****.

(I *'ed all of that... 'cause I also imagine it will happen by the guy thinking of it himself. I don't ask for it to be exactly the same... just a general thing... It's hard to explain. Basically, it's not what he'll do... it's how he'll do it, and if he means it.)

I hope someday to become a famous singer/actress/songwriter. And it's gonna happen.

I hope someday to be able to help anyone who needs it. I try my best to be that way now.

I hope I can fulfill my purpose in life through God, while having an amazing time.

I try to have as many adventures as I can, so as to make memories and stories I can tell. So I can have an interesting life.

I'd like to think of it like... Someday I want my life to be able to be made into a successful musical. It could be a movie, be preformed on Broadway, in high school drama clubs, etc. So basically, I want my life to be so eventful and crazy-awesome, that it's worth watching. Lol. Not sure that's the best way to put it, but I think you get what I mean.

Either way...

I'm Kayla and my life is a musical. If you still don't believe me, maybe you will someday when you're watching me on the big screen.

Crushcrushcrush.

So, in a couple of my earlier posts, I mentioned a group of people that I was jamming with, that could possibly become a band if we were good together. Then it kinda fizzled and never happened.

Well, it's happening now! Like legitimately this time! The drummer (Stobez) bassist (Grace) and guitarist (Jess) and now new guitarist/secondary singer all got together and played through our songs, Crushcrushcrush by Paramore and Wonderwall by Oasis, and it was successful! I can't wait until it finally all comes together. Maybe we can preform at the garage. :D

Well I'm pumped.

In other news, homecoming is coming up on Saturday and I've yet to get a dress. :o I hope to be getting one sometime this week. I'm excited for it, and I really really really hope all my plans for it work out. 0.0

In other other news...

I am so not ready for the cold. My house is freezing and my sweatshirts are not that warm.

My acoustic guitar still needs a new string. :(

Spirit week is this week! **

My play is going well. Though my friends and I all assume we're gonna bomb the dance...

I still need a haircuttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. >:/

** Spirit week for homecoming:

Monday- Prep day (I plan on curling my hair, wearing a pink sequined shirt and cute skirt, and doing makeup how preps do it.)

Tuesday- Rocker day (I plan on wearing a bright yellow puffy skirt over black leggings with a cool shirt and fingerless gloves. Also with a studded belt and jewelry, and I plan on scening my hair and dying it non-permanent purple.)

Wednesday- Jock day (Just gonna wear mom's old track uniform thing. A sweatshirt. I'm not sporty. :P)

Thursday- Nerd day (I plan on wearing suspenders with a plaid nerd shirt tucked in with my flip up glasses and silly socks. Oh and my awesome shoes I colored.)

Friday- School spirit day (My school makes "homecoming pants" for our spirit day. Each class of people gets a color and we take that color of pants and super-decorate them and wear them to school/ the game. Usually the floors are COVERED in glitter by the end of the day.)

Pumped. :D

Me today.

Me today, because of random bad things happening:

"..." *no expression*

Friend: "Hey!"

"... Hi."

Friend: "What's wrong?"

"... Nothing."

Friend: "You sure?"

"!!! Yes."

Friend: "Are you really sure?"

"YES!" >:/

Me today, when friends tried to cheer me up:

:J (Half smile)

Me today after school:

"Hey guys." *smile*

Friend: "You feeling better?"

"Eh, yeah, a bit. More than before at least."

Me today after literally eating sugar:

"NOM NOM NOM!! OOH A JUICE BOX! WOO! ZOMGZ THOSE CRAZIES AT REHEARSAL BETTER BE READY FOR ME!"

... Sugar and caffeine are like drugs for me or something. Literally makes me so hyper, it can change my mood, in a way. Though subconsciously I still know my mood. :P

Either way, I'm still hyper, and hoping it lasts throughout rehearsal.

So, what's wrong with Blogger?

All of a sudden my info isn't on the side anymore...

My newest post that I worked really hard on got posted BELOW the old one... ITS MY FAVE POST SO FAR, GO READ 1, 2, 3 Stomp!

Yeah that's it, but it's really stressful. :P

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EFFFFFF. I seriously just copy pasted something I wanted to post, deleted the original, then before pasting it I copied a link for 1, 2, 3, Stomp and now I no longer have what I was going to post.

THE ONLINE WORLD HATES ME TODAY.

Well, I was just going to talk about hypocrites, jerks, rude people, and judgers. But I guess you don't get to hear about that.

I have homework to do. Seeya.

I'm now in school.

LULS. AINT IT FUNNY.

No. I don't enjoy getting up early and spending multiple hours staring at teachers talking in monotone next to 30 classmates who's immaturity varies from extremely immature to HUHUH HE SAID DICK.

I hope you understand my position.

Either way, that's why my posts haven't been posted yet. I'm working on three posts but haven't had the time / energy to finish them. *sigh* But I will. Someday...

Meh. Anyways, I wanted to do a quick post about something I think I'm deciding...

Imma just stop trying.

... To impress, that is. I'm sick of spending time to look as close to perfect and normal as I can make myself look, sick of adjusting my style or taste to those around me, sick of getting stressed when I think that one boy probably doesn't really like me. Figuratively, of course.

*cough*

What I'm trying to say, is that was me last year. And this year, I just really don't give a rip! XD Imma have fun and be crazy like I was all summer.

I'll wear an extremely different style everyday if I want to.

I'll belt my darn heart out in choir and not even glance when the other girls stare at me.

I'll belt out my own compositions on the choir piano in free time.

And not stop if people listen in. Iwillnotbenervouswhenpeoplehearmymusic.Iwillnot!

I'll skip down the fricken hallways with my CCC friends, darn it!

I'll continue to care about every single person I meet.

I'll stop swearing for my own reasons and I'll brush off those who laugh at me when I correct myself. "Oh shit... I mean shoot." "... Wtf haha." "Grumblegrumble."

I'll actually do well in class this year.

I'll happily draw extravagant drawings in class with a cool quote along with it and not get annoyed with the guy next to me who'll go "...WHATS THAT UHUHUH."

I won't give a *darn* when I feel like someones ignoring me. I'll just message them once and let them either reply in their own time, or not at all.

Imma just have fun.

You get my point. I'm gonna have a mostly carefree year. Hope yours is good too. Luls.

1, 2, 3, Stomp!

Things I Wanna Do In The Next Year Or Two:

- Make a successful YouTube channel with lots of viewers, like Michell Davis at LiveLavaLive!
- Make a successful blog with lots of readers. :)

- Make a successful photography business, if not just taking and editing pictures for friends for senior pics or whoever/whatever for a small charge.

- More things, like the things my friends and I did today. **Will write about later in post.*

- Dress up crazier.

- Finish my songs.

- Preform at the Garage.

- Be in a legit band.

- Get a lead in a musical, and rock it.

- Learn the guitar down pat.

- Learn more about the piano.

- Be perfectly happy with how I look.

- Have good grades.

- Know myself.

- Become closer to Jesus. :)

- Master my new lightsaber! :D (Or, technically, "Sonic Saber" ... THIS ONE LIGHTS UP RAINBOW!)

- Bake cookies to say thanks to the CCC.

- Finish things I start, as to not become like somebody in my family.

- Get better at organization.

- Design an amazing room for my room at my dads house.

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So the things my friends and I did... Well, it's a great story, but difficult to explain.

Basically, mall trip! But not your ordinary.

Well, it started that way but... obviously didn't end that way. Though, that's to be expected with the CCC.

SO! We all came in 2 separate cars and met up at the Sushi place. ("We," consisting of Max, Grace, Abby, Derrick, Chris, Garritt, Sabrina, and Bridget. Oh and me.) Immediately, we turn it into a massive game of 'The Floor is Lava" and start jumping from tile to tile, making sure only to step on the blue ones. This was only the start of our adventures.

We started walking around the mall. I don't know how it got started, but apparently just walking wasn't good enough... We all lined up in a train and made a "parade" walking through the mall.

But not just any parade.

We were strutting. Strutting in a big line down the mall, in and out of stores. Now, the best part of this train, is that every time the leader would count "1, 2, 3!" We'd all stomp simultaneously and call some major attention to our parade of people.

We got tons of smiles, many weird looks, and even 3 girls who decided to join us to tag along until they got to their next store. It was a very very entertaining time, and I think the people around us enjoyed it as much as we did. I absolutely LIVE for this type of thing. It just makes my week.

Another cool thing we ended up doing, this one being my idea, was to pose with the mannequins in store windows. So, we got into a store and did just that. We all took up a pose along side the mannequins and tried real hard not to burst out laughing as the people outside the windows did double takes.

We got quite a few smiles and laughs from that as well.

After awhile of standing in the windows, certain people would just stop and look at us. We then decided, on the count of three, to just break out dancing.

We did so, and got even more laughs. And a strange look from the manager, so we booked it.

After that, the rest of the trip was quite normal. I bought my suspenders, a lightsaber (Max and Abby bought it for me. I love you people.), my flip up glasses, and other amazing items (including some Caribou, paid for by Chris. THANK YOU!!) and we headed out.

... And had a mini kick line outside the mall.

THEN we actually left. It was a fabulous day. I don't think I'll forget it. Thanks CCC. :)

Peace to yo muthuh.

If I became a hippie, would you judge me? But would I be fit to be a hippie? Fit in with the hippies?

I like to eat meat. So I don't think this works.

I also care about what people think about me.

I don't do drugs.

I like psychedelic stuff though!

And lava lamps.

I'm really good at looking like a hippie.

But I don't think I can be as chill as them.

Hmm.


What about a punk? Scene person? Emo?

I like the clothing.

The hair...

THE MAKEUP.

But it doesn't fit my personality.

That much.

And I like variety.


How about a prep?

... Just no.


Grungie?

I like the beanie thing.

Cool shirts.

Don't have to worry about appearance.

But I don't work on anything...

I like to be clean.

And again, variety.

And I need colors.


I think I'll just stick to what I am.

All of the above, but in my own style.

:'(

So today my friend Grace and I got together for a long-awaited photoshoot we'd been planning for quite awhile. We planned on taking pics at a park, downtown and in front of these graffiti-covered trains to create amazing profile pictures. Hah.

Anyways, we changed outfits for each new location for complete different looks, and stopped to get a refreshing drink every once in awhile, since we were biking everywhere.

I was feeling confident and pretty while getting my picture taken, and I felt like a good photographer while taking the pictures of Grace. It was a lot of fun and I was excited to see the pictures go up on Facebook.

When I got the notification that I was being tagged in a bunch of photos, I got super excited and looked through them all, getting especially excited about the train pictures. As soon as I got to them... well picture a wide-eyed look of confusion and concern. The pictures were fabulously taken, but I looked FAT.

Never before had I thought this about myself so much. I had a little bit of a confidence bug when it came to weight, but I always thought I was pretty good. Now looking at these photos, I realized that I was wrong. It made me want to go exercise. Never eat again. Regret eating the ice cream I just had.

This needs to not happen. I'm young, and I shouldn't have to worry. But I am. It makes me upset. I want to cry.

Boo.

Now what?

*sigh* I don't want to post this, for fear of people going:

"OMG YOU'RE NOT FAT!"
"Omg, don't go anorexic!"
"Omg, Kayla. OMG OMG OMG BLAH BLAH BLAH."

... You get the point. No, I'm not gonna go anorexic. But I do wanna eat better. Exercise more. For now I just feel crappy. :( And this is how I'm gonna rant. So bear with me.

Don't get me wrong, I still love the pictures. I just need to... idk... eat better. Bleh.

... I don't know how to end this. So yeah. Bye.

HOLD THE PHONE!

It's been forever. I know. I'm sorry.

But it's not like anyone waits for me to post anyways. XD

So. I suppose I should do a quick overview of everything that's happened since I last wrote.

Here we go:

I love love love Nevershoutnever and his adorable music.

I've been Skyping a lot with some amazing people. ;)

I've been hanging out with a group of people from camp and we take amazing pictures.

Had a cool sleepover with the girls of The Gang. :D Some interesting things I learned. 0.o

I've decided to dye my hair purple half way through the year.

Edited a butt-ton of pictures.

Found out I can fourwheel.

Went to several parties.

<3>

Went to the mall several times.

Had an amazing photoshoot with a friend, in front of some cool trains with graffiti.

Still trying to figure out how to design my room.

Went to one rehearsal. Got made fun of, but brought it back and nailed it.

Saw a good friend from a play, who now joined Midsummer. :D

Got some cool things, planning on getting more.

Wrote several songs.

Etc, etc.

So yeah. There's your update. I just didn't feel like writing for awhile and so I didn't. Then I completely forgot about it. Heh. But I'm back. :)

Achoo.

*cough*Iwantyoutotalktome.Idontwanttohavetostarttheconversation.*cough*

*cough*Idontknowhowyoufeelaboutme. ImnotsureIwanttoknow.*cough*

*cough*OkaysoIdowanttoknow. ButIdontwantyoutoknowIknow. *cough*

*cough*Imincrediblyconfusedateverythingever. AndIknowitllstaythatway. *cough*

Wooh. I think I'm getting a cold.

Hehehe. This aughta be interesting.

There are certain people in my life that just make me happy. But letting them know that in my way (writing extremely heart-felt things) would probably creep them out. So they just don't get to know.

... Is that bad?

Maybe I can just say a bunch of anonymous things on here to people. And nobody but me will ever know who they are to and what they mean!

And they don't all have to be positive! I can write to anybody!

Sounds like a plan.

To awesome guy who acts at all these churchy things I go to:

You are amazing! I only wish I could've gotten to know you, and not just to say hi. I'm very impressed at your acting skills and your braveness to get up there. *applause*

To dude who I think is quite adorable:

Why must you be 3 years older than me? I don't like that because I think it would be looked upon with scorn. Bleh. But you're adorable none the less. Wish I knew you a bit more though... But I do not have a crush on you like everyone thinks. I just think you're cute.

To awesome new friend:

We have so much in common! It makes me happy! Plus, you're super positive and you appear to care about me, so that's happy. :) And having someone to join me when I sing just makes my day, legit. X)

To people who send me "good morning" texts:

You make my day. :D

Dear group of friends:

People always say they don't like drama. Well then why create it? Ptthh. It's really too bad the group is splitting up because certain individuals just couldn't deal with others (who btw, you were friends with for quite awhile, jussayin' and I hate to see that change so quickly.) I find that the mature thing would be to just work it out and not freak out about stuff. Respect each other. Oh, but I suppose I don't know the story. Ohwait. I do. :P

Dear other group of friends:

We have so much fun together, but I sometimes feel like I'm not respected. I need to be able to feel safe with you guys, and right now I'm not at that point.

Dear other other group of friends:

Well gbye I guess. Hey now, I try to make an effort to get together, but apparently you don't care so much for me anymore since you make no effort at all. We used to be best friends. :/

Dear blue and gold school I was gonna go to:

I'm sorry, but it looks like I won't be going to school there. I go to every event though, so you'll see me. :) And I still live near here, so anybody can make plans with me! Just note, it's a 2 way street. You gotta do some planning too.

Dear maroon and gold school:

Those are your colors right? I'm still pretty new to you, but I guess I'll be at this school this upcoming year. I hope to meet many people in the school and make tons of friend whilst making this the best year yet and finding myself.

Dear sammich:

Imma eat you.

Dear guy friend with aweshome hair:

I learned some more about you this past week, and you're quite the cool guy. :) I love the poems and stuff and I love the caring nature in you. Oh, and I love that drawing, it's adorable. Shoot... I just told you about this blog didn't I? Oh well, you're cool, feel cool. Nom nom nom.

Dear guy friend who lives further out but comes to see me:

I love you! You're awesome, and I feel you understand what I tell you for the most part, and you care. And you drive out to come see me. I hope I can be as good of friend to you as you are to me. And I plan on it.

Dear x:

I truly do hope you're doing well. I hope you're a happy person, and I hope you regret telling lies about me... because people know me, they tell me what you say, and they know you lie. I think you made some new enemies. Not my fault. Despite everything, I still would never wish the worst upon you. And I didn't reply because I can't let negativity back into my life... but I'm not and immature typical-teen who ignores people. I'll say hi to you, but I'm not letting you back into my life.

Dear family:

I don't feel like I can be "me" around you, and I don't feel like you're proud of me. I really don't want anything to do with you lately, just because of these feelings. I try, I do. Why don't you ever see that?

Dear directors of "A Midsummer Night's Dream":

Thanks for giving me the part of "Cobweb" the fairy! You won't regret it! :D

Dear dude I only talked to on chat but now we hang out and talk in groups:

I think I liked you better before... I just don't like getting made fun of all the time. Yeah, you're just kidding, but that's just me... I don't like getting made fun of all the time. Tone it down a bit please?

Dear person who I've written songs about:

You're not the only person I've written songs about, but you're the main one I write about. It still bugs me a bit... what you did... how it ended. Even though at this point, I really am over you completely. For awhile now actually. Getting hurt that much doesn't quite appeal to me. You prolly have your false view of me still too. Eh. You apologized, but still don't really talk to me. It makes me wonder how much of what you actually say you mean. Oh, and I'm sorry the timing was off. I couldn't help that. And you didn't help by putting me down either. I still wish you well though. I always wish you well. And I hope the thought of me isn't equivalent to my thought of you.

Dear person who I know will read this and text me about it:

Ahaha. :) Hi Ben.

Dear all people who read this:

Thank yuuuuuuuu. :D

Dear good? friend:

I care about you so much, but the way you acted made me wonder how much you care about me. I'm really bad at accepting what people say lately, and this didn't help that at all.

Dear silly awesome guy friend:

I nevah see you and I wanna fix that.

Well thank was fun. :D Now lets sit back and watch people wonder... ask... freak out... assume. :) This is gonna be fun. :P Thanks for reading. I might take this down tomorrow, just 'cause. It's cool to get these things out though. *shrug*

Blank.

And the sad part is, I still won't say it. If I say anything, it'll be a broad little piece of shit nobody can figure out. And that's just how it works.

Doubley.

So... I've realized that in certain posts I sound like a drugged-up-melodramatic-crazy-ass-teen who must be on some type of shrooms whilst writing her blog or on ecstasy while doing the things she writes about.

And I'm perfectly fine with that. I swear to drunk I'm not God.

Something I'd like to clear up right now though: I'm completely sober at all times. For not only would it be illegal for me not to be, but also that I just don't roll like that. 'Kay?

Well Kayla, then why do you write and act so crazily?!

'Cause! 'Cause I can! And 'cause I'm that way! Ask anyone! Except I'm even more psychopath-esque than I've written about. Maybe I should be more psychopathic. Or, maybe I can be both... for those who like one way better than the other. Idk. Maybe I'll just have moments?

Anyway, I feel the need to tell you that there are way too many sounds going on in my room right now... I feel like I'm in a tornado or something. Or like a raging thunderstorm like you see in movies. Phenomenal. I could see me acting in one-a those.

The sounds I mean are my fan on high speed and my window open. It's just really dramatic for me I guess. You'd get it if you were here.

Oh. And I'm not psychopathic all the time. I can be a deep thinker and a ear when someone needs to talk. I like both ways of acting.

Speaking of acting... I'm gonna be auditioning for a play coming up! It's SHAKESPEARE! :D!!!

I love Shakespeare.

So it's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and I'm auditioning with a monologue from "Much Ado About Nothing."

Every play I've auditioned for, I've known nothing about. And that record is still going.

Yeah. So it'll be amazing. I was a fairy in a parade today to advertise it. :) And then I sang at Laker Idol and didn't place but I don't care 'cause in my opinion their judging system is bullshizzle. Hurrah, run on sentence.

After that I went swimming in my clothes for the millionth time this summer and watched fireworks.

I said some interesting things at the fireworks show. My friend Jordan made a Facebook post about it:

At the fireworks:
"I think they should continue the helicopter rides during the fireworks." -Kayla
"That might be a bit dangerous, just saying." - Jared
"But even if you did die, how epic would that be? The obituary would be all 'died in a freak helicopter/firework accident.' AWESOME. You would be the talk in heaven!" -Kayla

A typical conversation with my friends :) Kaylee, Melanie, Jordan

I felt so awesome. And loved. Special too. It was a good thing. Being tagged is my favorite. And for a quote too?? LEGIT!!! I feel complete. For just a day.

OHMYFRICKENGRACIOUSGOODNESSTIEDTOGETHERINAWESOMESAUCE!

My friend Anna, just 2 seconds ago, tagged me in a post! OMRGGTTIAS! (acronym for above exclamatory statement.) It said "Kayla, I love you."

How nice is that??

Day made. Doubley. :D

(I prolly aughta explain the long exclamatory thing. That's like a bunch of my catch phrases put together so as to emphasize my excitement. :)

Creativity? Yep, that's the word for it.

I feel it's time you know what I do when I'm home alone.

When I'm not writing music or on Facebook or the phone, I do some entertaining things... without even trying sometimes. For example:

Last night, I was on the computer. There was this tiny bug that kept flying onto my screen, and it was starting to annoy me. It got to the point where it'd freekin' crawl all over the screen, completely distracting me from what I was doing. Thus, I decided that the bug had to die. *insert maniacal laugh here* I had to think quick before it got away, and a simple hand-swipe wouldn't do. So, I grabbed the nearest item (which happened to be a sock) and started randomly whacking my computer screen repetitively with all the rage I had for this evil bug. After I calmed down and stopped whacking my computer screen, I looked around huffing and puffing to see where my victim had fallen. When I couldn't find it, I looked around in the air. Psh, cmon... how could it have survived that?? I then heard a loud buzzing noise in my ear and I screamed bloody murder as flailed around. It struck revenge. And then it got away.

Maybe the interesting part is actually how I go about things...

But anyways, another example of my crazy antics happened just a few minutes ago. It all started when I got the idea to try and make a glove out of a sock. Don't ask. I cut it to look perfect, but I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted it to be green. So, I went into my basement in search of some dye. I needed something to put it in, and couldn't find any containers that I could throw out in case I ruined it. So I decided to use a bag instead. A Cheetos bag. But of course, I had to eat the Cheetos first. Okay, it wasn't a smart idea to use a Cheetos bag, I know. I ended up using a paint cup. But anyway, the real story is the Cheetos. So I started eating my little bag of Cheetos... and right away I found myself utterly unsatisfied. The last Cheetos I had had before the current bag had been flaming hot Cheetos. These were just regular. Well, I told myself that they just wouldn't do, so I went on search to make my Cheetos spicier. I searched through my spices around the house, not knowing anything about any of them except for one kind. I took the container out and sprinkled some on a plate. The pieces were too big for Cheetos. So I tried to crush them. I failed. But I put them in the Cheetos bag anyway and shook it. I then tried some Cheetos, expecting a pleasantly spicy treat. Nope. Boring.

I decided I'd have to venture off into unknown spices. I looked around in the cabinet until my eyes rested on some Chili Powder. In my mind, I was thinking "Hmm. I've heard of this stuff. It's gotta be hot enough." I then put some on a plate and tried some on my finger.

While I was chewing ice, I looked for some less spicy stuff. I tried this and that, but nothing worked. I decided I'd just put a bit of the Chili Powder on my Cheetos and try them, standing next to the freezer, just in case.

I nervously shook the bag and tried one of the newly flavored Cheetos...

Success!! It was delicious and perfectly spiced. When I finished eating my awesome amazing creative creation and telling the world of my genius, I looked down to see my fingers covered in orange from the Cheetos, with little spots of Chili Powder too. Excited, I licked one finger and waited for more yumminess to happen. A few seconds later, I realized that there was a bit too much powder and that my tongue was now on fire.

In a normal persons mind, this would be bad. For me, it became a game. I quickly shoved the other orange finger into my mouth and counted to see how long I could stand it. When I felt I was about to explode, I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of ice and quickly put it on my burning tongue, laughing at my own stupidity.

The good part? I'm amusing to myself as well as others. :) Hehe. So there you go, I find ways to entertain myself when I'm alone, and they often make decent stories to tell.

Note: Certain parts of these stories are more of a dramatization, but everything I write here happened.

OMG, DID SHE DIE? DID KAYLA DIE?

Yes. Well, the old me did.

You see, I wasn't able to write for a week or so because I was at bible camp. And it changed my life.

I feel so much closer to Jesus.

I made tons of amazing friends who care about me and treat me right.

Worship was amazing.

Services were fan-freakin'-tastic times twenty million. It's like everything I needed to hear, was said. Like it was just for me.

I climbed the iceberg. If you don't know what that is, I'll tell you: It's a huge, iceberg-shaped floating climbing wall on water. Wanna know something? I am afraid of heights, rock walls, and drowning. And I climbed it. Twice. Epic epic epic win.

Btw, the camp theme was "Epic." Legit, I know.

I legitimately feel different. I don't want to be the same way at all. So I'm no longer old me. I'm new me. The me who loves Jesus times a bajillion and wants to tell the world. So, I'm gonna.

Person

Future has been bugging me lately, as well as present.

If someone were to have a conversation with future me, maybe right out of high school, this is what I'd want to hear:

Person: How do you feel now that you're graduated?

Me: I feel great! I'm super pumped for life and I know exactly what I'm going to do!

Person: Are you happy looking back on your high school career?

Me: Absolutely! I feel like I got everything out of it that I needed and wanted to. I have my best friends, great grades and GPA, and my music. Plus, I've had amazing unbelievable times like I've always dreamed, and I got to accomplish so many things through music. And throughout all of it, I've had Jesus guiding me through. *smile*

Person: Do you feel prepared for college life?

Me: Of course! I got my perfect college that's right for me and not too far away from family and friends. I've got everything prepared and I know I'm ready!

Person: Do you feel you know yourself?

Me: Yes I do. I know exactly who I am and who I want to be.

Person: What are you going to do now?

Me: CELEBRATE!

Ideally, that would be just a dream. I'm so afraid that I won't accomplish that dream though... everything seems pretty confusing right now. I'm young and got a long way to go, but I still can't help it, ya know?

I MADE SEMI FINALS!

Title says all. :) I advanced to the next level in Idol. :D Now all I have to do is pick a new song and sing well. :)

I'm so grateful for my supportive friends, as they really calmed my nerves and clapped really loud. X) Thank you so much!

Be Prepared for Mild Insanity.

Ugh. I'm having troubles. Time for one of Kayla's famous lists...

(Note: It's 4am, so I will sound like a high lunatic.)

Troubles:

1. If I stay up too long, I can't get myself to sleep.

2. If I don't stay up too long, I'm not satisfied, and I end up laying there for hours on end anyways.

3. Certain old memories and people are coming up. Some good, some not so much. And I'm not sure what to think.

4. I don't know who I am.

5. I don't know what I want to do.

6. What am I missing? I want more.

7. I'm questioning certain things... friendships, decisions...

8. I find myself reflecting a bit lately, and I'm not sure what to make of it.

9. My house is an effing mess.

10. Organizing what goes to my dads and what stays here is going to be a pain.

11. What the hell am I doing for this upcoming school year!?

12. I still have to pick songs for my competitions.

13. Ugh. I need to eat better.

14. Can I really survive with a wall up? I'm not used to that. Not sure if I'm happy or not.

15. AHHG.

16. I need more Jesus in my life.

17. I HAVENT USED MY FAIR PASS AND ITS GONNA EXPIRE.

18. Depth?

19. There are way too many thoughts encircling my mind right now... What the hell.

20. Why did I start swearing?

21. What am I going to be like in the school year? I don't want it to be like last year. I want to keep the summer happy-go-lucky-ness.

22. Oh shit.

23. I can't spend any time alone. It's like I get anxious. I should be able to be alone, no prob. But if I feel totally alone, I feel so unhappy... just bad. My negative thoughts take over and it's just not good. I'll have to get over that.

24. How do people plan things?

25. I forget everything.

I need to sleep.

But I want more.

So to catch up...

I have like 30 minutes 'till my friend gets here to hang out. So I figure I can use that to catch up on writing about my life since last post about my life. If that makes sense.

Anyway, in summary, I went to another crazy-ass CCC party, went to an 80's fest with Sarah, practiced singing at Hoolies with Morgan and her dad and Peter, almost ruined a graduation party, revived some memories, and questioned my being. Interesting week. But I want more.

It starts with the CCC party. It was a Disney movie marathon, but its always more interesting with the CCC. It's hard to explain, so I'll just leave it at that. But we watched The Goofy Movie, Tarzan, and Oliver and Company!

Next was this 80's fest. We went and saw "The Ladies of the 80's" (a cover band) preform many 80's songs (I knew almost every single one of them!) and got to go up and dance. It was exciting. :D I was bummed I didn't know there was a costume contest... I would've pwned. After we had a sleepover. :)

Then comes karaoke! I'm going to be competing in a competition called ***** Idol so we practice at Hoolies. (This restaurant is like my 2nd home. I know both owners, the employees, and those who go and eat there.) Anyway, I'll be competing in the teen division and singing "All Around Me" by Flyleaf for my first song. Between practicing, Morgan, Peter, and I sang "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen for a little fun. ;)

Okay, so I didn't almost ruin my cousin's grad party. But my mother sure made me feel like I did. I made us a bit late, and we provided the forks. DEAR GOD CALL THE COPS. Anyway, it ended up being just fine.

The memories I retrieved are from when I was in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (a musical.) I got to talk to a few different people who were in it with me, and it brought back so many memories. I had to go back and look at what I wrote about it and all the pictures. *tear* I miss it. :')

I am questioning my being. Who do I want to be? Yeah thats about it.

Well there you go. You may call it eventful, you may not. All I know is, I'm enjoying my summer, but I want more.

Taggy Bloggy Thingy!

I haven't written in awhile, and I super super am sorry about that, but I've been uber busy. I'll write super regularly when school starts *shudder* and I'll have more enthusiasm for it. For now, all I wanna do is go to the beach and party and work on singing competitions. :) Oh crap... Now I feel obligated to write about it... I feel 2 blog post day coming on... Anyway! I wastagged in a THING! Yeah! And I'm supposed to answer questions. So I'm gonna. :D

What shoe size are you?

It depends on the shoe. I honestly don't know.

Where do you work?

I don't. :D Never have! But I plan on either working at Caribou, T.J. Hooligans, or Tropical Smoothie Cafe next year so I can pay for things. :)

Favorite piece of clothing you own?

Uh. Uhm... OH! My 80's jacket! It's exactly like my personality, and shows my obsession for the 1980's. (The color is way different than below, that's just the editing.)

Your favorite blog?

Definite win by Hyperbole and a Half. I stayed up until 5am two nights in a row because I couldn't stop reading this blog. It's the first time I've laughed that hard in quite a bit of time from reading something.

Do you have any pets?

I have a dog named Bobo. He's an american eskimo, but he's quite old now and blind from cataracts. He still acts like he's young and tosses around his bone and is a major attention hog, even though he often runs into things... but he obviously doesn't mind.

How many siblings do you have?

None. Zip. Squat. Only child here baby, but I do have a friend I consider my brother, so I call him my "unbioligical brother." His name is David. :)

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

Well, I haven't thought much about this. I've always dreamed I'd be going on tours... traveling to places and making people happy... but never thought about an actual PLACE where I'd live. I thought about what it would look like, but not location. I need to be able to see family and friends, but have my own life in a place that fits me. I just don't know where that is yet.

What were you doing before this?

Watching Disney and looking at Facebook. I also painted my nails rainbow (though I originally planned on black) and caught up on some blog reading.

Your favorite food?

My grandma's fudge. I called her Gamma. She made the best fudge and chicken noodle soup, and also the way she made french toast was my favorite. She always listened to me and loved me and I miss her greatly.

Do you have a middle name?

I feel like to know more about the answerer, this question should ask: "What is your middle name?" So I'll answer both. "Yes." and "Marie. It's incredibly original, isn't it? Though I have a story behind it."

Your favorite websites?

:) I do enjoy this question. My current favorites are Facebook, YouTube, Blogger, Lookbook, AddictingGames, etc. I will admit that for a great portion of my life I was um.. *cough* addicted to Club Penguin (I refuse to link it for fear of getting curious and re-logging in.) XD Don't judge. I had full membership and the most pimpin' igloo EVAH. :P

Who do you tag?

I'd love to tag my favorites, but I'm going to pull a low-confidence moment and say I doubt they'll respond. (Some.) Tag: Delphine, Two Beans, Legacy from A Stranger in a Strange Town, Allie from Hyperbole and a Half, Sarah from A day in the life of Miss Sarah.

Is that all I do? Or is there like a special process? Eh, whatever. Seeya, Imma write another less-casual catching-up blog post now. :)

Halleluja

I've recently been jamming out with a couple friends (Grace, Stobes) and our progress is... well, not very progressive. But hey, how much do you expect out of a first rehearsal? We're going to learn Halleluja by Paramore as well as a couple other songs too. I'll be singing and filling in on guitar and piano where needed.

We started off by basically playing randomly... actually no, technically we started off with eating doughnuts and listening to me complain about how tired and hot I was from lack of sleep and biking all day. It's a legit excuse to complain.

We ended up deciding we all need to learn our parts for Halleluja and then we'd meet up again. So with that figured out, we relaxed by playing mind-crumbling Brawl. After that we played Call of Duty for more relaxing of course and then I left to go back home after spending more than 24 hours with Miss Grace.

Awhile back I had constructed a "Breakup Kit" for those who just went through a tough breakup and need a little support. I got all my supplies ready, now all I need is something to put it in and BOOM! Insta-fun for the hurt heart. :D It's legitimate, fasho.

(Random thought: I really need to go to the Fair soon...)

Well, shalomala 'till next post... and don't forget to wash your makeup off BEFORE entering your shower. Trust me, I would know.