Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Yesterday I got a car, but not just any car, a really beaten up car. I have named it Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. I love it already. My family keeps pushing whispers that they want me to take the Lexus once Winter rolls around, but a tiny part of me wants nothing to do with that posh status symbol. I like my car, even if it screams antiquity. It's mine. And I don't have to worry about scratching leather seats or having my family discover I've dented the bumper. Sorry, I imagine I sound a bit like a nonconformist brat right about now. Truthfully, I know I should be delighted to recieve such a wonderful gift. A lexus is a good car, many people would be extradinarily happy about owning one. I need to just swallow my pride and accpect the gift...along with whatever chains come with it.

Anyways, school starts next week. I'm really not thrilled about going back to the tedious prison, but I'm totally ready to be one step closer to graduation. One more year. It's a wonderfully terrifying concept to grasp. I love where I live, honestly, I don't think there's another place in the whole world like it, but I am ready to finally start study Theater full time. This coming year will be an exciting ride, I can just feel it. Even if my new Theater teacher is a total moron and my classes are overloadingly monotonous, I'll do my freaking best. This won't be a repeat of my previous failed attempts for good grades and such. I'll actually try this time...I think. Whatever, it's my Senior year, things are going to get crazy. :)
But don't worry, not too out of control. After all, I am a good kid.

Good luck everyone.

On the Road Again

Greetings from Arkansas! I'm currently on my way back home. At first I was, to say the least, very...unhappy about going. I believe my first thought was something along the lines of,"Come on! Honestly, who takes a vacation in the middle of nowhere?" Um, yeah...not one of my proudest moments. You see, I spent many of my younger summers sitting around out here. Back in the day I though this was just the coolest place to be, but you know, I'm seventeen now and too cool for school. Anyways, I sort of threw myself onto my mother's bed and started complaining about how I was going to miss seeing Ke$ha and going to a laser tag lock in all because I had to visit my grandma. Yes, yes, I know, Ke$ha, her music is just so addictive...like cocaine. Once the complaint was out of my mouth I immediately felt awful. I have a reputation for being a tad over dramatic, which has gotten me into quite a bit of trouble in the past. My older sister constantly reminds me of this flaw every chances she gets. After a day or two of pouting I buckled up for the trip and pasted a smile on my face, hoping it wouldn't falter.

Turns out the trip wasn't so bad after all. As the week went by I grew increasingly fonder of the country and I really missed my Grandma. She's pretty much insane, but in a hilariously endearing way. In the end I decided to come back around this time next year during my road trip. Well, looks like I'm going to have to cut this one short, I'm afraid I might loose internet connection any second now, but that's what I get for posting in the car.



Interesting quotes-
"The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes. If you foolishly ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself without it."-Frank Lloyd Wright

"Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones, and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake."- Victor Hugo

Random stuff-
1. My nails are currently chipped. Ugh.
2. I need to search for a new drink at Starbucks. I've been drinking the same thing for...ah, about five years now.
3. Soon I will master the tedious task that is most commonly known as parallel parking.
4. There are so many trees here. God, I love trees.


Have a great day Reader!

SandyShoreSleeping

Time passes.
Time passes like rain from the sky. At times too quick to grasp, or too slow to care.
Marilyn just wandered into the room and complained about the fact that it has indeed been raining for the past three days. She hates the rain. I love it. There's something soothing about its elusive falling. Afterwards, when the sky clears and the clouds have all rolled away all of nature brightens and appears exaltant. The greens, pinks, reds, yellows, all of the colors you see in the flowers or trees are suddenly brighter than before, coming to life after a shower. They burst into euphoric life right before our very eyes. It's all very inspiring. Well, haha, at least for me it is.

It'll probably carry on like this off and on for the rest of the day. It's funny, because I actually planned on getting everyone together and going to a park. So much for that. Oh well, I guess we'll have to make other arrangements now. In the meantime, as I wait for Natalie to wake up and Marilyn to get ready, I'll sit here and listen to the drops hit the roof.

Slow Motion

Helloooo Internet journal. It's been a while since I've written on here and if I'm going to be honest, I've dearly missed you. But despair not, for Summer is on the verge and then I will have a virtually infinite amount of time to dwindle away on these posts. So, what do you say we start off on the right foot now?


My Math grade is a disaster. Yeah, I'm pretty challenged in Math, seriously, do not doubt it. It's embarrassing, what can I say? Anyways, Summer School or no Summer School, I'm hunting around for some acting classes/camps. I mean, geeze, I'll go insane if I keep all my creativeness boxed up for an entire summer. :] Right now I'm looking at some not so cheap classes downtown at a not so unknown theater. These classes would be extraordinarily ideal and would probably teach me a lot, but hey, it's in God's hands.

Aside from all of the general havoc of school and frivolous friend drama, my life has been pretty wonderful. I've finally gotten on what seems to be a decent track with God and my family. My older sister and I have actually been getting along, like way back when we were little kids. Oh, and I actually voluntarily ate a salad yesterday, not even force fed or anything! It's a great feeling, being healthy inside and out. However, I'd be lying through my teeth if I neglected to mention the two Cokes I still drink daily and the mass amount of sugar I consume. I'm Seventeen, sue me.

P.S.- In the picture, I'm the one on the far right.

Quotes that have been on my mind-

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."-Martin Luther King Jr.

"Not all who wander are lost."-J.R.R. Tolkien

To escape the clock.

Postponing sleep is like quicksand-you will almost always succumb and sink below the surface.

However, that is exactly what I am trying my utmost hardest to avoid. I have to be up and rolling in a solid two hours to feed the homeless. We're long past the point of sleeping now.

You see, normally, I snatch all the extra hours I can get to sleep in, seeing as I don't get to do it nearly as much as I'd like to anymore. Though tonight, that was a different matter entirely. For my friend's birthday we ended up celebrating it classic indie city style- The Rocky Horror Picture Show. At first, I was extremely wary. I've read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and all that, so I was fully aware of what I was about to waltz my way into, or so I thought. As it turns out, nothing can prepare you for an experience that that of attending a shadow casted movie where transvestites roam the night and girls walk around in underwear. Pretty much, I went just to appease everyone else.

Let me just say- THOSE WERE THE STRANGEST TWO HOURS OF MY LIFE. However, now I have that experience under my belt, so I feel a little bit more street-smart. I laughed, I gaped in horror, and best of all-I met a bunch of characters. It's safe to say I'll probably never go back.

Oh, would you look at that-It's Valentines day as of four hours ago.

To whoever is reading this: Have a good one. The world is filled with lovely things.

Ferris Bueller Would Be Proud.

This week started out slowly, stretching slowly out in front of me like a hundred acres. Today is Wednesday, AKA- the absolute middle of the school week. Marilyn and I finally reached our breaking points this morning. We had actually pulled into her parking space by the auditorium doors when she said, "God, Katy, can't I just go home and skip today?" She of course was just being sarcastic, but I took what she said a little more seriously. "Okay," I said, refusing to get out of the car. "Let's skip." It took a solid five minutes of bantering and scheming to get her to put the car in reverse. Somehow, God only knows how, I got her to be a little rebellious.

Now please keep in mind that I truly have been overall a pretty good kid this year. Last semester I didn't even cut class once. This is major improvement for me compared to second semester of Sophomore's 8 days. But hey, think of it as a mental health day. I mean, really, what would Ferris Bueller do?

The way I see it, a little skipping here and there is practically essential. If we don't take the time to do something mischievous every now and then, we get wound to tightly. And you never know when you'll snap, or spontaneously combust.

Two quotes that have been on my mind recently-

"The course of true love gathers no moss."

"We're all bizarre...some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."-The Breakfast Club