Saturday, November 14, 2009

A composition of my Friday night.

After a particularly gruesome week my two friends and I decided we needed a Friday Night Escape. As always, I was in charge of deciding just how we would kill the hours. Due to a serious need of an improvement in my winter wardrobe, I chose the mall. 

Now let me tell you, some of these sales people are just plain creepy. I'm pretty sure some of them would actually sell a body part just for you to buy something. Oh, and what kind of horrible world do we live in where a mall closes at nine? 

By the time we actually came home it was around midnight. I'd reached the much-coveted moment in fatigue when you actually become delirious. Every word that came out of my mouth seemed to be coated in golden hilarity. Before one, I was out cold, still in my jeans.

Random conversation of the day-
I haven't had one yet, everyone is still asleep.

Random thought of the day-
Why do owls look so wise?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Little Dreams.

Why hello there world.
You're looking quite lovely today.

Lately everything has been spinning 'round so quickly. I barely have time to read, let alone sleep.
Complaint over.

Lately I've also learned that it takes a few things to get the job done.

Most of the time you don't just wake up skilled and wonderful, well-rounded and dazzling. You have to work for it, cultivate it. With practice comes performance.

We can't make it alone. DUH. God, where would I be without backup? Well, I'd probably be lost and hungry.

You've got nothing without it.
Might as well roll back over in bed for the rest of the day.

Saturday, November 7, 2009


The computer at my mother's house is broken, so I won't be posting often until it's fixed.

Update on my life:
The free days I once clung to so desperately have all disappeared. Seriously, I'm lucky to finish my homework on time nowadays. Welcome to LIFE, Katy. My time is split between school, Theater, friends, reading, writing, and sleeping.

My phone was also broken since, well, around the time that school started. The replacement came in the mail around two days ago. It was kind of nice, being cut off from the world for a few months. The silence was much appreciated and I'm sure the once again incessant ringing of my phone will take some getting used to.

I've been gone for so long that I don't even know where to begin. Maybe I can manage to squeeze in another entry tomorrow.

Random thought of the day-
Horses frighten me.

Random conversation of the day-
Dad- Katy, your nails are chipped!
Me- Um...yeah.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Say what?

Two entries in a row, huh?

Callbacks aren't for a few more days. So there's that.

Today I went to the mall and bought Identical and a red hat from Forever 21. God, I could live in that store, well, that and Urban Outfitters. The only downside to this otherwise altogether inspiring trip was one of the girls who I went with.

I don't want to get into details. For one thing, it would take a bazillion years to type that all out another is the fact that I'm not so sure that someone I know won't stumble upon my blog. I know, call coward.

God. Freaking walking stereotypes. Don't they upset you?

Have I ever mentioned my cat on here before? I love her to death, even if she is a Her name, ironically, is Lu Lu. She's a lovely little thing, but she does have a bit of a problem. As a kitten she was spayed. The medication they doped her up with made her naturally a little loony. The poor dear drools when you pet her and never seems quite coherent, or able to understand what's going on around her. And yet, everyone in my family seems to love her despite her strangeness.

Right now she's climbing me like a mountain, licking my face with a dreamy expression as she attempts to balance on my shoulder. It's not working out so well for her.

Random thought of the day-
I should buy a red dress to go with my hat. I'm thinking it'll look lovely, very home wrecker(ish).

Monday, September 21, 2009

eleven days

Let's jump into this.

I know this blog has been practically vacant for the past two weeks(ish). Here's what I've been up to-

1. Sleeping
2. Getting ready for auditions
3. Eating Chick Fil A
4. Going to a concert
5. Going to an Art Museum
6. Reading books
7. Screening calls
8. Drinking Coke

Today was Audition Day for our upcoming musical. This is also commonly known as- THE MOST FRIGHTENING DAY OF THE YEAR. Yepp, there's no sugar coating it. Your knees are sure to knock.

The class had never looked sharper. Seriously, these kids clean up well! The guys looked absolutely debonair in their black suits and ties. While us girls looked perfectly polished in out black dresses, skirts, and dress pants. I stood in the midst of them all, absorbing, clad in my black vintage skirt, dress flats, and green v-neck. We did our usual warm-ups, then took our seats in the auditorium. One by one we got up, introduced ourselves to the judge, performed out monologues, and sang our songs.

The room was too quiet. Quiet enough for you to hear the shallow breathing of those around you. I was shaking like a leaf. Honestly, I have no problem jumping up on that stage and acting, but it's the singing that really gets to me. I DO NOT SING. But today, I did. Really, I was hoping my monologue would over shadow my inability to carry a tune, but sadly, I don't think I cut it.

So I did it, I jumped on a chair, screamed at the audience, pulled my hair out, attempted to do Sweet Charity's Big Spender justice, then politely pranced off the stage. Somehow, I don't think it was enough. Maybe I should have pulled my hair out more, or shed a tear or two. Oh well, it's over now.

Or so I thought.

Word on the street is, our Theatre teacher is kicking some people out of our class. If you're not good enough, you get the boot. Mercy is something we only dream of.

Hopefully, I'll know where I stand tomorrow.

Random thought of the day-
I will carve pumpkins this year.

Random conversation of the day-
Friend- I got 15 minutes of sleep last night!
Me- Oh...that's nice?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

I know, I know.

Sorry, I know it's been nearly two weeks since my last entry. For the majority of this week, my computer contracted a nasty virus. Last week, I was still trying to get the hang of my new schedule.

So, this week has officially set the tone for, what I believe, the rest of my year will be like. Hell, that's what it'll be. Hey, don't get me wrong, I signed up for AP classes, Theater, and friends who are constantly showing up unexpectedly on my doorstep. It's just, I had no idea it'd be this hard.

For example, my Theater class in currently undergoing insane preparation for our musical try-outs. This is a huge deal for us. We're expected to prance around in jaw dropping outfits, sing like stars, and act like Meryl Streep. But here's the real kicker- I CAN'T SING AT ALL. I know, I know, it's awful. You'd think acting would make up for this, but no, I'm up against triple threats here. These are kids who can waltz, belt it, and fall to pieces on cue.

Today I was well aware of what was about to happen to me. With my head held high, I strode into Theater, sang a few warm-ups, and then crossed the classroom to the piano on call. I've had a cold for four days, so my voice sounded like Grover's. In the eyes of my director, this wasn't even a bump in the road. Long story short, once a few notes slipped out of my mouth, I was a goner.

I murdered Sweet Charity's Big Spender. Sorry. I never claimed to be a pop diva or anything, but I've really got to spruce up my act. Personality will be my only saving grace, and apparently, if I can let that shine through, I stand a chance.

Sorry, I know this was mostly negative. Positive time? Yes, yes, yes!

Today my good friend, Marilyn, walked through my front door without so much as knocking. She tutored me in Math, and bought me a Sonic Java Chiller, which, by the way, was fabulous. We sat in my driveway for a few minutes while the rain poured down around us as we talked about Looking for Alaska and how much we liked it.

Another good part of my week was actually making progress in reading Macbeth. It's not a school read, I'm just a nerd.

This will not be reread or edited. I'll try to blog again ASAP.

Random thought of the day-
Today a random boy stood up in the middle of lunch, blew on his harmonica, causing the enire lunchroom to be quiet. This was a first, seriously, I've never eaten a quiet lunch at my school. This was thing topped by the kid screaming, "SHUT UP, YOU ADOLESCENT SPAWNS OF SATAN!" After that, he taunted our AP' without recieving any punishment. The principals all laughed. It was great.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

This made my day great.

Thursday is my favorite day of the week.

This Thursday was one to remember, that's for sure. Here's what went down.

So, like a normal person, I'm walking towards the girl's bathroom. The hallway is desolate, seeing as mostly everyone is either in class or at lunch. Everything is virtually silent until I hear three echoing voices booming down the hallway. I cocked my head to the side, listening to the them, and stopping dead in my tracks. They weren't talking, they were rapping. Immediately, I started laughing, because they were seriously, some of the worst rappers I've ever voluntarily listened to in my sixteen-year-old life. With that, I continued my tread towards the bathroom, ignoring the oddity. Unfortunately, I didn't get very far.

"Hey, lil' mama! I like your walk!" A voice catcalled from behind me. Two whistles followed.

Normally, I would react to this like I always do, which is telling them off or flipping the bird, sometimes both. Sorry, this isn't a meat market and I'm not a steak, I'm a person. Quickly, I spun around, mouth open and ready to spit acid stained come-backs. However, these three boys standing a few yards away were all well over six feet tall and looked more likely then not to come after me. Stereotypically, I mean. So instead of playing the Tough Girl, I rolled my eyes, huffed out a defeated sigh, and escaped into the solace commonly known as the ladie's room.

Of course, this didn't stop these guys. "Hey, it's okay! I'll watch for you outside."

And with that, I had to say something. "Um, no." I retorted sarcastically as I washed my hands.

"Hey, it's fine. I'll wait, baby!"

This was followed by an officer's shout, warning my new friends' they should be in class. The only sound left was their sneakers shuffling by and the continuos rapping growing more distant with each passing second, obeying the school cop. Suckers. I busted out laughing once the coast was for sure clear. Hopefully, they won't come looking for me tomorrow.

After that, I spent the rest of my hellish math class praying for time to magically quicken. More stuff happens, but I've got tons of homework and really need to make a solid dent in The Unbearable Lightness of Being, finish watching Wuthering Heights, and drink a delicious can of Coke.

I'll finish this story as soon as I can. But here's a little hint- it involves- Theater, Creepy guys touching poor defenseless freshman girl's hair, my Job, a musical, and people who think they're The Shit.

Random conversation of the day-

Kid, well not really a kid, a teenage I guess- My boxers play music! Listen, it's Christmas Carols!

Random thought of the day-
U2 has been popping up more frequently on my playlist lately.

Credit for the picture goes to leonard_ART on

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.

Today I will write about the strange people I've encountered within the past two days.

Person number one- Creepy Boy.

Reasons why he's on my list-

1. He shook my hand, then refused to let it go.

2. I've caught him staring at me for the past two years, every time I look his direction.

3. He stands way to close to me.

4. The kid just radiates creeper.

Person number two- The One Who Won't Shut Up

Reasons why he's on my list-

1. He flirts with our teacher, who is one of the most unlovable women I've ever encountered.

2. For some strange reason, he talks with a fake accent and usually only tells stories that involve illegal activity. Trying to be a cool kid?

3. Now, I'm a social girl, but this guy hardly glances my way. He's only interested in hitting on the teacher and socializing with about three people in the class.

Person number three- Screaming Kid With A Backpack

1. As I made my way towards the exit after school he sprinted towards me and roared directly behind my head. I turned around to him and raised my eyebrows. He stood smiling. "Who are you?" I asked. He just laughed and said, "I was trying to get in front of you." And with that, Screaming Kid With A Backpack sprinted towards the door. I glanced around the almost vacant hallway to see he could have easily dashed around us. The lion-like roaring was completely unnecessary.

What a bunch of characters!

By the way, today wasn't nearly as awful as yesterday, but still not great.

Random conversation of the day-

My teacher- If you need to stroke something, go to the bathroom down the hall and stroke yourself.

Random thought of the day- From now on, I'll honestly try to gossip less. I believe it will improve my character.

Credit for the picture goes to- _xxchange on

Monday, August 24, 2009

The art of being a natural.

Today was my first day of the 11th grade, the ideal high school age. In total, it was one different day. Due to the fact that my school is run by imbeciles, everything was wrong. Classes were screwed up, freshman were lost, and worst of all no one had classes with any of our friends. It was almost like our educators premeditated this, set us up to be surrounded by the people who we've never 'clicked' with, thus forcing talking. It was one awkwardly strange day.

This year is also different because I've transferred into what's universally known as the 'smart people classes'. Let me tell you, some of these kids are wayyy to uptight. Frankly, the top ten percent isn't much of an interest to me. Don't get me wrong though, it's fabulous if you're valedictorian. As long as you've earned it with excellent grades, not groveling with teachers and pestering your neighbors for answers like so many of the people I know. Needless to say, I was not particularly fond of these people, but throughout the day, they grew on me. I even completed my math homework! I haven't done that in years! So maybe this year I'll managed to scrape up a few A's and even manage not to grimace when I see my report card. I'm a smart kid, but I have hardly any worth ethic. Frailty, thy name is laziness.

Alsoooooo, last night, instead of sleeping like a good girl, I went to the movies. But I have an excuse! Inglorious Basterds was out and I just had to see it before school started. It was so worth it. Brad Pitt's accents couldn't have been better. I've never seen the holocaust shown like this. Go see it now. I'll even see it a second time in theaters.

Random thought of the day- There is a coffee cup sitting next to me. It was great. I was craving coffee all day.

Random conversation of the day-
Ashley- I hate high school!

^^^Undestatement much?

Credit for the picture goes to monislawa from

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Lately, I've felt like so much is gone.

Melissa, my sister, just left for college. So she's out. I won't be seeing her for a few months. Lovely. It was time though, you could tell.

I've got to get a job, so it looks like all of the free days I once had are evaporating. This probably bothers me the least though. Some extra cash is much needed. Tomorrow I've got to get an application from the local sandwich shop.

And worst yet, time keeps slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. People I care about are leaving in more ways than one, but I'm a big girl. I can handle this just fine on my own. Things will be OKAY. I can feel it in my bones.

On a happier, much more upbeat thought, I've been listening to some awesome music lately. Awesome meaning- The Killers, Meg & Dia, Coldplay, Radiohead, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Vampire Weekend, and Muse.

Also, I reread The Hunger Games so that I'm ready for the sequel. Always a favorite. I also finished Franny and Zooey. A lovely look at arguing that I've never seen before, actually, bantering would be a much better fitting word.

Movies anyone? Benjamin Button, of course, Cashback, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, The Secret Window, Smokin' Aces, Fight Club. There's a million more, but I'm sure you're tired of this.

Credits for the picture go to sirxlem from

Random thought of the day-Today I went to my best friend's father's wedding. I'll blog about it ASAP.

Random conversation of the day-
My little sister- Sometimes I don't even feel like life is real.


Monday, August 17, 2009

And this is what happens.

I am currently vacationing in Florida with Marilyn and her father. They both tumbled into bed early and Marilyn is sleeping three feet away from me, so I'm trying not to clack to loudly on the keyboard.

Despite the fact that there's hardly any sun and last night we hunkered down for a tropical storm, Florida is great! Don't worry, there wasn't even any rain in the 'storm' only strong gusts of wind. On the bright side, the water is clean and the sand is white. Texas is known for it's muddy and much abused beaches, so this has been a welcomed change. Also, it's only in the low 80's! Thank God for that. I've actually been able to walk around outside without dehydrating or practically inhaling water like I do back home.

The drive here was unlike any other. I woke up in Louisiana, fell back asleep again, then woke up in Alabama and miraculously kept my eyes open until we reached our destination. Normally, sleeping in cars is like successfully robbing a bank to me-nearly impossible, but I did it and for a solid seven hours too! Sure, my neck had a crick in it when I awakened and my eyeliner was smeared, but it was better than nothing I suppose.

I really should get to bed. Marilyn warned me of an early wake up call. The only reason I'm agreeing to it is because they bribed me with Krispy Kreme. Sweet Dreams World!

Random thought of the day- My mother cut and dyed my hair. It's a bit blonder. Also, I bought a leather jacket and some nice fall boots. 

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Oh, life, how you surprise me.

Sometimes, when you're daydreaming or staring out the window absentmindedly, life catches you off guard. It has a peculiar way of throwing something, usually totally random and unexpected, right at your face. I just had one of these experiences.

To put it lightly, my father is cutting me off. Fabulous. It's strange that I'm not terribly upset about this. After all, I kind of expected it. I've never been his favorite daughter, seeing as I'm opinionated and not mindless. So here I am, forced to get a job. The thought of a job doesn't upset me. After all, I am sixteen. I suppose I'm excited to actually be able to pay for myself and rely on myself for once in my life. I'll be in control and able to do what I want when I want. What an invigorating thought!

Now here comes the tough part of the deal-finding a job. My total lack of experience and young age will most likely lead to my eminent downfall. Okay, sorry, that was a tad over dramatic. But, really, the majority of the local grocery stores and restaurants only want college kids and practically anyone who is seventeen or older. Well, now summer's over, so the spots are full and it's a mad race to see who gets the job.

Wish me luck.

Friday, August 7, 2009


After becoming stressed to no end, I finally took my break. It sounds strange to me, a break, even just typed out. This is probably due to the fact that I am a habitually lazy person. I honestly wish I was one of those people who could do it all-go out with friends, type out a few chapters, and get eight hours of sleep. But I just can't. Maybe I'm ADD, maybe it's just my laziness. But the point is, I have returned and it's time to get back to writing, cleaning and preparing for school.

I have currently found myself entangled with thoughts of my vacation to Florida next week, clothes shopping for the dreadful school, and saying goodbye to my sister before she leaves for college. Florida will be a lovely little escape. School shopping should be fun, especially because one of my closest friends will be accompanying me on the voyage. This girl can sniff out deals like no other. However, the goodbye probably won't be as easy as I wish it would. But, you know, things don't often happen according to our wishes. That would make for an ideal life, which none of us have. Anyways, I'm planning on writing her a letter since I won't actually be here to wave her off. I'll be too busy soaking in the sun.

A few days ago I was called back to prison. Okay, it's not exactly a prison, but it's built like one and feels like one. School is starting to rope us all in and I am definitely not looking forward to it. This summer was too sweet for me to give up happily. Hopefully rereading The Catcher in the Rye, shopping for a new wardrobe and going to Florida will make things a little less nasty when the actual first Monday rolls around.

Random conversation of the day-
Me- Do you think I could be a ballerina?
Friend- Hahahahahah. NO.
Me- Why?
Friend- You're too short.
Me- Um, five four is a perfectly average height!

Random thought of the day-
I need a car so I can work at a grocery store. It seems like either tons of fun, or tons of boredom.

Saturday, August 1, 2009


After two weeks of being never ending sleepovers.

I am alone.

It's a strange feeling.

Some explanation-

For two weeks Megan, my best friend who lives five and a half hours away came for a visit. Hanging out with her is a real treat due to the fact that I hardly ever see her. It was great, even though we mostly hung out around town without any major adventures. Being around someone who was so entirely different then me is something I need to experience more often.

A quick overview of our two weeks-

A trip to Dallas which was mostly babysitting on my part.

Concocting a blue cheesecake, yepp, you heard right. We used the entire bottle of blue.

Hanging out with my friends.

Breaking rules.

Making a new friend, someone who I could easily get along with.

Buying matching hats. I was particularly excited about this one, my love for hats runs deep. I wish people would wear them more.

Realizing just how different my sister is. In other words-how much she's changed.

Making videos, but then screwing them up.

Taking NO pictures. Jesus, I could kick myself for that.

Watched a ton of movies, including Benjamin Button, which I sincerely enjoyed.

So, now I am alone and feeling exhausted. Sleep deprivation is something is something everyone should experience every now and then.

PS-My next entry will have more back story. It will also involve how much of an idiot I can be when it comes to love.

Random thought of the day-

I'm going to Florida. Probably. Hopefully.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

All We Are.

Last night I dragged my friend to the movies to see Harry Potter. It was...interesting, filmed very differently to say the least. I liked it, but sensed a lack of explanation, or plot, really. Normally, I'm an extremely harsh critic when it comes to books turned movies. I liked this one. Yes, there were flaws, but every movie has those.

I've been very lazy lately. Correction-I've been lazy all summer. All year I've been looking forward towards summer because I can spend all day with my friends, and all night writing. Ah, you know what comes next. This little plan of mine, like so many others, hasn't exactly worked out. I feel like I should hire someone to yell at me for not writing enough. Someone threatening, and overbearing with a loud voice to snap me into spirit. Tonight I will write. Regardless about what it pertains to, I just need to do it.

I'm leaving in a few days for a mini vacation. After that my best friend is coming to visit for a week. She'll bite my head off if I spend any time blogging, so I won't make another entry for a good two weeks or so, sorry. On the bright side, I might see The Fray soon. Partayyyy.

Sorry about what's about to follow, but I'm severely sleepy. My thoughts are becoming vastly disorganized.

-"We're all mad here." I need to read Alice in Wonderland. It's supposed to be great.
-I wish I lived by a forest. Or an abundance of trees. Something nice like that would be ideal.
-Coffee sounds good now, but a nap sounds equally tempting.
-I wish it was socially acceptable to wear sweatshirts in the summer.

I am increasingly sorry if you've bared through this entire post. My mind is shutting down.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I never claimed to be bulletproof.

Right about now I should be doing something to better our world, like painting a house, or building a wheel chair ramp. But nooooooo. The world had other plans for me.
Saturday I stumbled my way into Ashley's church parking lot, sleepy and not entirely coherent at nine in the freaking morning. I handed over my suitcase, which was practically exploding with all of the crap I managed to stuff inside. All my life I've been a heavy packer. Anyways, we were forced to stand in the heat for a solid thirty minutes or so. In this time I began to feel, well, like shit. I began to feel exactly like I had at Warped Tour. Lovely!
I kept telling myself to tough it out, everything would be fine, just wait until they give you the okay to take off. I didn't make it. My vision went black, my hearing was overshadowed by a high pitched ringing, the ground began to wobble threateningly beneath me & my stomach started doing cartwheels like a gymnast. I dragged myself to the car my mother was waiting in. The air conditioning was like heaven.
My family wasn't too happy about this experience. They began to piece together the jigsaw puzzle. Sleeping too much+almost passing out+putting too much salt on her fried rice=Katy has a serious problem! Personally, I found it very amusing. My family is known for their tendency to be over dramatic. Maybe that's where I got it from. The situation remained funny until yesterday afternoon.
"We're just going for a blood test, Katy. It won't be that bad." She promised me in the car. I hate hospitals, blood, and doctors. I even made a youtube video about it. Long story, simple fact-I'm thoroughly convinced Oakbend is the king of awful hospitals.
And just where, oh where do we pull up to? Oakbend. "MOM, I am not going in there."
She unbuckled her seat belt and waved her hand in the air, an attempt to dismiss my fear. "Don't be such a wimp. It's not that bad."
I glared at the front doors. "That place is a hell hole and I'm not going in."
"Yes you are." Her voice became a tad bit threatening. "Honestly, Katy, you could never be in the military." She was in the Navy. Because of this she's acquired an incredibly high tolerance for pain.
So I got out of the cab like a good little girl and willingly let the nurse stab me with a needle so she could collect bottles of my blood. The whole time my mother stood across the room smiling.
"This should cure your phobia of hospitals." It didn't work. I still hate them. It's funny, because I've never thought of myself as stubborn until just now.
Tonight I'm supposed to go to the Harry Potter premiere. If I don't get my rides in order then I'm out of luck until tomorrow. Hopefully everything works out, because the 6th is one of my favorites and Helena Bonham Carter's portrayal of Bellatrix is fantastic.
Random thought of the day-
I like oranges, but not anything 'flavored' orange. Mleh, gross.
Random conversation of the day-
As my blood was drawn, my friend was on the phone with me. This is our conversation-
Friend-Is it happening?
Me-Shut up.
Friend-Look at it!
Me-You're insane! No!
Friend-You're soooo lucky I'm not there right not. I'd totally play this up.
Me-*Nervously glances at arm* Okay, I looked. I hate you.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

See you in a week.

And I'm off. Onwards I'll tread towards camp. The march of death.

Now I know to most people camp is a piece of cake, fun even. Let's just say my past camp experiences were filled with memories I enjoy suppressing. That's putting it lightly. I promised myself for years I'd never go back. Not ever again. I'd lost too many friends in the previous years to even think about enduring the circus again.

Then my friends started to plead, my mom began to harp, and my courage was tested. So, here I am, packing away. I leave early Sunday morning for a week of house-building and Jesus-singing fun. Sorry, I'm only remotely aware of how pessimistic I'm coming off.

Monday I finally went to that writing group. I was the youngest there, which didn't exactly come off as a surprise. There was one older man there who let us read a piece of his that the New York Times was running in its next issue. To say the least, it was astounding. There wasn't an error in sight. Flawless articulation and a strong voice. The group proceeded to rip apart each other's work. It was like watching a puppy being run over, tragically mesmerizing.

I'm not quite sure if I'll be returning to re-watch the horror. These were genuinely talented people who were sucking the creativity out of each other, devouring it like the first meal they'd had in days.

On a happier note, I'm making my older sister a CD tomorrow. I'll throw in a tad of rap to humor her, but the rest will be purely awesome. Marilyn's a musical genius, so she should have no problem helping me out. When I told Melissa of my plans she started laughing and said, "Hah, sure. Go ahead." Wait till she hears it. Her ears will practically explode!

Random thought of the day-
Paramore's new single is pretty awesome. Once a bamf, always a bamf. Oh, and I need to see Rent again.

Random conversation of the day-
Me-What time are we waking up tomorrow?
Friend-Too early for you.
Me-Ugh. What time?
Me-Ew. Are you trying to kill me?

Saturday, July 4, 2009

And we will all sleep the day away.

I am incredibly tired. Yes, this is a well-known fact now.

Let's start with Warped Tour. It was, to put it lightly, an amusing disaster. The sun was absolutely baking everyone in sight. There was no shade. The friend I went with forced me to pack "at least five bottles of water". She's the concert pro. Plus, she's been to Warped Tour for the past three years. She was 100% dead on about the water. I was downing it like a camel. Seriously, on a day to day basis I normally only drink a glass or two of water and two Cokes. Yesterday was a new breed of a day.

Everything started out fine. Sure, my bag full of my eight water bottles and various unknowns was heavily weighing down on my shoulders. Also, it was sweltering. I swear to you, the sun must have been looking down on us and screaming, "Burn!". Nevertheless, I remained pumped. In record breaking time I bought a Meg & Dia shirt, received a free acoustic CD of theirs, bought a random, unheard of band's CD, watched another band perform and met a few cool drummers and guitarists. After three hours I felt like I was dying. My tank top was sticking to my skin, the water wasn't cooling me down in the slightest, my stomach was twisting like a jazz dancer, and my mass of blond hair felt like a fur coat piled on my head.

Try as I might to tough it out, I was breaking. No, no, no. Today was supposed to be epic. I was going to meet Meg & Dia, watch some stunning performances, and meet new people. After a solid thirty minutes of internal debate, I caved and texted my dad, telling him to pick me up early. It sucked. Really sucked. The friend I came with almost passed out. Another friend of mine got sick and left before I did. Countless people threw up and blacked out. Still, I hear it was pretty awesome.

Oh well, I suppose the muggy heat and I have never really been anything close to BFFs. In fact, I think we're enemies. I prefer the snow, or non-humid sunshine, or even the rain.

I'm sorry for this entry being so awfully whiny.

Random thought of the day-
The blue fireworks are my favorite, but the tend to appear the least.

Random conversation of the day-
Friend-You are a trip.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Time is of the essence!

Really, it's no secret that I write best under pressure. My friends should be coming over to watch Moulin Rouge within the next thirty minutes. What a little procrastinator I am!

Oh, oh, oh! Warped Tour is Friday! However...there is a bit of a problem. It's been raining all week, in fact, we even had a power out. I spent the dark hours with a flash light and Pride and Prejudice, which was fabulous and absolutely everything that everyone has cracked it up to be. Anyways, rain+bands=no concert for Katy. And if that happens...I'll have a throw down. Oh, you only think I'm kidding! I will literally throw anything in my path against a wall! Well...maybe that's a little dramatic. But, hey, I suppose that's what I get for being a theater kid, right?

Tomorrow I have the great joy of visiting the dentist! Oh, the merry times we've spent together! Actually, I can't stand the man. He makes jokes while he peers into my mouth and expects me to laugh along with him. By the way, his jokes are more stale than a Saltine cracker that's been left out overnight. He's just lucky I haven't bit him yet.

Ah, and the writing group I've been meaning to attend! Yes, I'm sorry to say that meaning is the key word here. Last Monday my mother was too sick to take me. The monday before that she was too busy. Have I mentioned I need to get a car? First I just have to get a permit...

Friday, June 19, 2009

If I ever grow up.

Katy #1- You really should make another video.
Katy#2- Ugh, I know. Stop nagging me, kay?
Katy #1- You're so lazy. You have absolutely no work ethic whatsoever.
Katy #2- Do you want to be punched? I mean really, you're just asking for it now.
Katy #1- Fine. Go ahead, sleep in and eat pizza rolls! Accomplish nothing!
Katy #2- Maybe I should...
Katy#1- Yeah, that's what I thought, dofus.

My sleep schedule is insane. I seriously sleep like cat. Yesterday my friend, Marilyn, had the brilliant idea of copying Alaska from John Green's Looking for Alaska, and going to various garage sales, buying every book we found interesting. I should have made a video of it. Well, the night before, last night, I ended up lying awake, restless in my bed. My body was tired, but my mind was speeding, refusing to slow down. Eventually I abandoned any thought of sleep for the night.

I pulled out Speak. It was an interesting read. The thought process is so well written. I love that, it makes it easier for me to get absorbed within the story and focus on the character's thoughts and mindset. I finished the book around 5:30 in the morning. We were supposed to go garage sale hunting at seven. Lovely.

So, we began our adventure in the humid Texas morning. I ended up only buying one book. Pathetic, just pathetic. Every sale we went to put it nicely, composed of junk. Though I did find that one book and an electric keyboard, I've had an itch to take lessons. Apparently, it's not a good idea to do this the weekend of a holiday. Who'd of guessed?

All in all, I'm happy I went, even if I despise waking up early. So here I am, sleep deprived. For some wacky reason I find it much easier to write when I'm all tuckered out then whenever I'm wide awake. Maybe it's because my mind isn't going a hundred miles an hour, so it's easier to zone in on one thing. Maybe I'm ADD.

Random thought of the day-My family owns a random workout video hosted by an Australian man in spandex and his mother. It's hilarious.

Random conversation of the day-
Mother-So, I found out where all of the little ducklings in the local pond disappear to.
Me-Really? Where?
Mother-The snapping turtles eat them.
Me-....I'm going to go cry myself to sleep.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Who said I don't like change?

The time has come to enroll myself in a writing class. Let's face it, if I want to improve...this could be handy. Anyways, the only local class, or something close to that, is at Barnes and Noble once a week. Now, I really love Barnes and Noble. I've always wanted to work there. But, the thing is, if I go my work will be critiqued. Out Loud. In Front Of Everyone. Oh, ho, ho. Marvelous.

Maybe I'm this way because of Theater. In my Theater class the teacher sort of rips you to shreds every time you perform. There will be tears. Well, maybe in some morbid, completely dysfunctional way it's working for him, because his musicals are known to be the absolute best around. People flock to them every year. And the actors? Wow, you can't top them. He's got kids in Broadway, radio shows in NYC, and even a few in jail...not that I aspire to be a criminal, or anything.

Nonetheless, I'll show up with a smile plastered on my face. Yeesh. The things I do for writing.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Wax on, wax off.

I'm going to start taking Yoga classes with my friend, Amber. My mother keeps saying it's demonic, but it's not like I believe in all of it. I'm just in it because it's something to do and it sounds like fun.

My big plan throughout the duration of my sophomore was to sleep till two, hang out with my friends, then come home and write until four in the morning. You see, this schedule worked out flawlessly for me last year, so why wouldn't it work that way this year?

Well, now more and more of my friends have cars, which means we can hang out more, so I'm staying out later and later. Also, my family has been waking me up at noon. Gross. I despise waking up before two. I'm like a cat. Wake me up early and expect to be scratched.

Oh, oh, oh, I dyed blue streaks in my hair! Actually, my friends Marilyn and Sam did it, but I think it looks rather lovely.

Random conversation of the day-
The day is too early for speaking. It's only 1:31

Random thought of the day-
Snow leopards can't roar.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Let freedom ring from the lockers all around.

I'm officially finished with Sophomore year.
Let me say, this year was ten times better than last year. I'll carry on many happy memories and new friendships into Junior year.

Tonight I'm off to my friend's sleepover-party-thing. I'm already and hour and a half late. Well, I've never been one for schedules or telling time. Plus, I do have some time to kill before my mother comes to pick me up. Oh, the woes of being a sixteen-year-old without a license. What's even more pathetic is the fact that I don't even have a permit. I know, my accomplishments at the DMV are an inspiration to the world.

Today, as I stood outside waiting, for the last time, hopefully for the rest of my life, to take the bus home. It was nice outside. Actually not blisteringly hot. Spring is still holding on by threads. I'm going to enjoy every second of it before stepping outside and realizing that sunscreen is now a daily necessity.

The best random conversation I've had in the past two months-
I was curled up in a ball on my bed, trying to nap. Melissa, always chatty, was standing in my doorway.
Melissa-It's amazing, you know?
I lifted my head and looked at her, trying to tell her to leave with my glare. She obviously didn't get the message.
Melissa-That we're here, living in America, above the poverty line with a great family and friends.
My mouth fell open. Melissa's profound moments are about once a year, so I jumped at the chance to draw this conversation out.
Me-I know, it's crazy when you think about all the billions and billions of people in the world.
The conversation continued to flow in this direction for a few minutes before she skimpered off to Anne's house before work.

Random thought of the day-
Sarah, my second youngest sister, is going to sixth grade next year. Enjoy the shell shock, kid.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

My dearest sister, Melissa.

Today Melissa turned 18. Well, actually only twenty three minutes ago, considering the fact that I'm writing this at 12:23.

I believe I failed my Spanish 3 exam today. Lovely thoughts, Katy. I AM NOT retaking Spanish 3 next year is this is the cause of my failing the year. Hells no. These past three years of Spanish have been torture. I swear, one more conjugation and I would have thrown my binder at the board and screamed, "I HATE SPANISH! I ONLY GOT THROUGH THE PAST THREE YEARS BY CHEATING OFF THE NERDY KIDS AROUND ME!" Yeah, I'm a little exuberant, what can I say?

The whole cheating thing is sadly true. Test me in any other subject and I'll pass gracefully, especially English. Give me Shakespeare and I'll fly. Anyways, I really only got caught cheating once, I didn't even get in trouble, just scolded. My friend and I laughed our whole way through it. Stupid state requirements. Stupid striving for a distinguished graduation. If I don't pass, then screw it.

I should really get back to writing. I started last summer, determined to write as much as possible. Same story going, but there's lots of editing that needs to be done and I'm not really looking forward to that.

Oh, right, back to my sister. It's her birthday today. Whoo hoo! I'll tell you a little about her.

A profile of Melissa-
First of all, she's gorgeous in the Barbie way. Seriously, she's a brunette version of Barbie. She's stick skinny, tan from spray tanning, which, by the way, I detest, five elven, and ditsy as hell, but we all love her anyways. She'll make you laugh when you want to punch her in the face and sing her heart out as she dances around the living room, pretending not to hear you screaming for her to shut up. Melissa is the type of person who chooses to see the good in the world, rather than the truth. This is both a blessing and a curse. She makes friends like Dominoes makes pizzas, but often finds herself in sticky situations with people she thought would love her unconditionaly. A happy go lucky kid. And that's just it, to me, she's still just a kid. I'm so motherly towards her, constantly watching out for her and telling her what to and what not to do, who to avoid entirely and what music to listen to. Well, I guess you have to cut the cord somewhere right? The pliers are coming out-college is approaching. I love her to death, but she irritates me more than almost any other person I know.

Monday, June 1, 2009

An amusement of sorts.

School is almost done! Par-tay!

I saw Paramore in concert this past weekend. We drove all the way to Dallas because the tickets were only ten dollars, which is outrageously cheap considering the fact that No Doubt, The Sounds, and Paramore were all playing.

It was lovely and I was so happy. Now, I'm just itching to go to another concert. PRONTO!

So, here I am, sitting and babysitting, drinking Coke, writing this entry, and listening to Pandora. Today is truly a chill day.

I wore a dress to school today. It was fantastically vintage. Speaking of which, my room's thing is vintage. I'm thinking of painting it a lovely green. I should write a quote on the wall. But which one?

I'm currently devouring the next book in the Gone series. It's called Hunger. I'm trying to read it slower, to lengthen the experience. Let's face it, I'll finish it in a matter of hours.

Today, it was a bit sad to say goodbye to a few friends. Okay, a bit is an understatement. I hated having to say goodbye to these people. I know that you just can't expect to be friends with some people, but it was still a melancholy experience. Oh, look, now I'm all nostalgic. I can just imagine how teary it'll be when I graduate and drive of to college. Super.

Random thought of the day-I'm almost a junior. I think seventeen is the ideal high school age. You're not yet an adult, but no longer a child.

Random conversation of the day-
Marilyn-It's so cold! I'm going to run over to the heater to warm myself up!
Me-You look like a witch stirring her cauldron.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Those damn ballerinas!

Sometimes I wish I was a ballerina. They're just too cool with all their leaps and twists and turns. I wish I could do that. Maybe I should stretch more?

Random thought of the day-There is lovely bottle of silver sparkly nail polish next to me.

Random conversation of the day-
Friend-I love how you do absolutely nothing in school and you get away with it.
Me-Ha ha, thanks. I do try.

Monday, May 4, 2009

It's okay.

It's okay. Everything is going to be fine. Don't worry. Everything is okay.

I'm going to keep feeding this sentence to myself until it becomes true. So far it's working. Later I'll read Wuthering Heights until I cry and drink Coke until I fall asleep with the sweetness still saturating my tongue.

Basically, a lot of things keep hitting me. It seems like it's one thing after another. Like gunshots, pelting my chest. Bam. Bam. Bam. Maybe this is some kind of test for my endurance...well, I'm going to keep fighting. I will not be broken this easily.

Change is also looming on my horizon. I'm not exactly the biggest fan of change, in fact, I hate it. It's just standing there, glowing in the distance and it's not like I can run sprinting towards it, throwing caution to the wind and forgetting all of my cares. Time cannot be quickened by us. So I stand, waiting, watching, preparing myself for what is to come. I say my heartfelt goodbyes and welcome the strangers into my life who I know will spin my life around. It's necessary, but I can't help feeling a little out of control, a little anxious.

Sorry. I do feel better now.

Random conversation of the day-
My sister's friend-Who's a cutie?
My dog-*folds his ears back*
My sister's friend-Who's a little baby craw fish cutie puppy baby?
Me-Um? Hah?
My dog-Grrrrrrrr...
My sister's friend-Why is he growling? Puppy baby, sometimes you're a nice kitten, but sometimes you're a meanie!

Random thought of the day-Skyway Avenue by We the Kings is playing on Pandora right now.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Honestly, honestly, honestly.

Today I woke up at six on a Saturday. No, I'm not insane, I had to go to Saturday school. Fun. It really wasn't so bad. I've been about once every year for the past three years. I'm such a rebel. Two of my friends were there with me, so that also lightened my mood considerably. I passed my seemingly eternal sentence by writing and reading.

When it comes to my writing I'm very strange. Really, take my word for it. I have never shown anyone anything that I've written seriously. This may be because it's so important to me that I don't want to be completely vulnerable like that without being sure that I've done the best I possibly can. Who knows. Normally I save the majority of my writing onto my laptop. Everything else is written into one of my black and white 'writing journals'. Normally, I carry one of these with me as often as possible. You never know when you'll have a sudden burst of creativity and feel the need to write down your thoughts before they slip away. At least, that's what I do.

On a happier note I got my check in the mail yesterday. About once a month I get paid for babysitting my little sisters while my mother works courtesy of my church. It's a marvelous arrangement. So, I'll be blowing through that money as quickly as possible. Faster than the big bad wolf blew down the little pig's house made of straw.

Random conversation of the day-
Gay guy-You can always come at my house.
Straight guy-Huh?
Gay guy-Yeah, you can come and live with me. I only have one rule, you can't wear any clothes. You're comfortable taking pictures for the Internet naked, aren't you?
Me-Let's face it, you're never going to get an offer like that again.
Straight guy-I'll pass.
Gay guy-I had to try!

Random thought of the day-
Today I spent six dollars on coffee only to leave it in my friend's car for five hours, letting it spoil in the hot Southern sun. Wonderful.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

It falls.

The volume on my computer is cranked up as loud as it will go. I'm not sure why I do this. Perhaps to drown out thoughts, or noise, maybe it's just because I like my music loud.

Yesterday I went to my best friend's youth group, which I adore. We went up into her mom's office and decorated her computer with post it notes. Each note had a random fact about me on it. She's practically my second mother, so she found it very amusing and 'cute'.

You know who I think is just made of awesome? Natalie Portman. She's such a good actress. I recently rewatched V for Vendetta and was once again, dazzled. I've only seen it twice, but I know that I'll see it many more times. You see, normally I either really like something or really don't like it. It works that way with people, too. Love or hate. Anyways, I have many things that I just love to death and many things that I cannot stand.

I love waking up to music. It gets my blood pumping and my eyes open.

I cannot stand going to sleep to music. I'm sorry. I wish I could learn to love it, but I just can't. Unless I'm really tired, I can't fall asleep with any noise or too much light. Yes, I know, I'm

Random conversation of the day-
Me-Have you every noticed...that our teacher looks like an elf, a very angry elf?
Boy in my class-Um, no, but he so does! He looks like the elf leader!
Me-Ha ha? Leader?
Boy in my class-Yeah, because the leader elf is always super mean!

Random thought of the day-
My sister, Melissa, bought a tie die shirt today. I'll be borrowing it soon.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Summer Girls.

Today I had to suffer through state testing. If you don't know what that is, consider yourself outrageously lucky. It sucks. They group you in a room with about twenty other people in alphabetical order. I had a bottle cap thrown at my head. Really, I don't know why that upsets me so much. The guys who threw it were aiming for the kid behind me. Anyways, after sitting in a room with that many people for five hours, things get antsy. Also, my friend, who is a senior, told me that he thought I looked like a freshman. Yes, I'm only a sophomore, but it's almost junior year, shouldn't I look like an almost-adult already? Oh well, maybe this means I'll age slower or something.

Slowly, but surely, I am becoming addicted to two sites-Pandora and Deviantart. Maybe it's because they're both similarly made of awesome? Or perhaps it's because they both enable me to look at free photography and listen to free music, especially picked for my liking? Intrigued yet?

In my Theater class we're rehearsing Othello. I get to be Desdemona, meaning, I get to be strangled. This is quite a change. In the last scene I did from Veronica's Room, I got to be the crazed strangler. I'm not used to playing the innocent damsel in distress.

Summer is so close, it's almost tangible! I can't wait! I think I might just be turning into a Summer Girl. For so long I've been a huge fan of the cold. I practically live for warm soup and scarves, but lately, I've been itching to get to the beach and put on a pair of shorts.

Random conversation of the day-
Mother-Katy, don't touch your face or hair. I don't want you getting the swine flu. Now is not the time to get over your phobia of touching people!

Random thought of the day-
My friend threw a confetti egg at my head today. It was great.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Music and Spelling.

You know, as a kid I had the hardest time spelling the word Wednesday? Call me challenged. I've been having the weirdest dreams. For example, on Monday night I fell asleep reallllyyyy early. I'm talking seven, people. As I slept I had a dream that I stole hundreds of dollars from the poor then proceeded to lie about it, telling everyone I really gave the money back to the homeless. When I awoke the next morning I felt utterly confused. For a few minutes I actually thought I'd stolen the money. I felt extremely guilty until I realised I was being an idiot because it was all a crazy dream. I guess that's what I get for letting my imagination run wild!

Lately I've been listening to a lot of Meg & Dia. If you don't know who I'm talking about then go look them up...NOW! I mean it. Anyways, they're coming here this summer for the Vans Warped Tour. I'm bringing my sister and hopefully my best friend with me this year. It should be an educational experience for Melissa, she only listens to a few genres. My goal is to broaden her musical horizon, ha ha.

I have to admit that finding out we are in the last six weeks of school threw me for a loop. For one thing, this year is soooo much better than last year. Let's just say that I had my reasons for having a shitty year. I feel like this year has been a year of significant growth. You could say I opened my eyes to the world. I've been reading as much as I can and writing like a crazy person. Plus, I switched out of my dreadful choir class. Don't get me wrong, choir kids are just awesome. Some of my best friends are in choir, it's sort of a 'cool' thing to do at my school. Anyways, I was a member of choir for a good four and a half years. Really, I should have dropped out on my first day. I CAN'T SING. AT ALL. Now I'm in theater. It's ten times better. I learn a lot more and find myself enjoying the class. In fact, I liked it so much I was moved into the JV class.

So, like I was saying, I'm excited to be a junior and all, but I just don't feel like I'm old enough to be one. Sure, I'm tall enough the be one-five four, but that doesn't really count. My older sister will be going away to college. I'll be driving and working. It'll be a whole new world and I've never been one known for liking change. In fact, it's safe to say I fervently hate it. We'll just have to see how the year maps out, won't we?

Well, I'm off to go buy some fried rice and drink a can of Coke!

Random conversation of the day-
Melissa-Have you ever snuck out of the house?
Me-Shut up.
Melissa-No, really, Katy! Have you ever snuck out your window and jumped over the air conditioning vent & hopped over the gate?
Me-Why would I hop over the gate?
Melissa-Because you can't walk through it!
Me-Um, I would try opening the gate next time. Idiot.

Random thought of the day-Today I painted my nails red in the middle of class. I am a model student, aren't I?