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.