I might not be on for a while- parental units have decided to take utter control of all electronics. Apparently my small child brain is already too much influenced by the Internet. Like I don't see enough porn at school! Jeez!
*cough cough. I wasn't looking up porn, mind you. It was one of those pop-up things that are marked "click here for music vids" or whatever. Luckily, one of my parents was on one of the compters right next to me...
Friday, November 23, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Spaztastic
Holy shit! I just found out that the band members of Triangle Forest are regular customers at our liquor store, and I just met 'em! Scusies, I just had two or three red bulls in under an hour...So are the White Mice. Probably some other ones I don't know of, too, because there are a ton of bands here...
Woo... I can breathe again. Just had to make you jealous for a sec :)
Um, nothing that interesting going on today. Except that I probably made a total fool of myself (discreetly). I was having lunch in our usual spot (one of the unused class rooms for that period) with some of my friends. They were talking about this guy I was sort of interested in. Some how they figured that out. And I unknowingly confirmed it by laughing uncontrollably. Sighs. I'm such an idiot. Later I looked back in the hallway and I locked eyes with him for a sec. I didn’t know he was there, but I had some psycho feeling someone was staring at me. His facial expression was different. And he was staring at me. Fuck, I hope they didn’t tell him. One of the guys I was eating lunch with was practically his best friend. And, um, my best friend had before reported some of the staring, so maybe it wasn’t because of this... Whatever- I'll try not to sound so self-conscious and girly anymore.
Ok, let me get one thing straight. Not all of my entries are so... cliché. So don’t turn away just because of this one...
Kumbaya, kitties. Peace.
Woo... I can breathe again. Just had to make you jealous for a sec :)
Um, nothing that interesting going on today. Except that I probably made a total fool of myself (discreetly). I was having lunch in our usual spot (one of the unused class rooms for that period) with some of my friends. They were talking about this guy I was sort of interested in. Some how they figured that out. And I unknowingly confirmed it by laughing uncontrollably. Sighs. I'm such an idiot. Later I looked back in the hallway and I locked eyes with him for a sec. I didn’t know he was there, but I had some psycho feeling someone was staring at me. His facial expression was different. And he was staring at me. Fuck, I hope they didn’t tell him. One of the guys I was eating lunch with was practically his best friend. And, um, my best friend had before reported some of the staring, so maybe it wasn’t because of this... Whatever- I'll try not to sound so self-conscious and girly anymore.
Ok, let me get one thing straight. Not all of my entries are so... cliché. So don’t turn away just because of this one...
Kumbaya, kitties. Peace.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
My Blackmailed Years of Pretense
I seriously have to get this off my chest, as well a spread the fact that most teachers are blackmailing bastards. I was blackmailed. For two years. Yeah. (That sounds so serious, I love it... but still, I was blackmailed.)
So, here it is:
There was this girl in my old school who had ADHD (I have absolutely nothing against that, by the way. I have many other friends who have it, too. I just had something against this girl). She was a total loony, a stalker, and many other words I wish to use, but won't, because I'm too lazy to write them down. But the worst thing about her was that she was over protected, by everyone in authority that got paid. Aside from her own mind, this kept her in a state of oblivion. She knew nothing about the hate that surrounded her, the people that disliked her so much. Because of this over protection, she had no notion that she had to develop. No notion, that she, aside from her ADHD, was not normal. As much as I hate to use that word, I think it fits quite well. She was still in her 7 year old state at 13.
Anyway, the point of this is not (mainly) to rant on about how horrible this girl was, but to rant on about how horrible and closed minded some adults can be. So I'll continue now...
Sometimes we had run-ins with each other in the bathroom, the hallways... I always said hi, or smiled, because that’s what you do in a small school. But one day she decided to attach herself to me. At first I had no problem with this; I thought it was semi-normal and that she wanted to become friends. But she went too far, to the near point of stalking me. I wanted to break the relationship that I had with her and decided to confide in a friend. We discussed "safe" ways to break it to her. One night, she got sick of me not doing anything (due to my lack of backbone at the time), so she phoned this girl herself and told her it was me, and that I wanted to speak with her tomorrow. She pretty good at duplicating my voice, I'll have you know. Naturally, the next day my personal stalker came up to me waiting for the schedulald dialogue. Of course I had not a clue in hell what she was talking about. About an hour later I got called into the guidance office, where I'd usually crash at for lunch time- just because the cafeteria sucks and that’s where some of my friends ate. The guidance counselor asked me about the phone call, which later my close friend choose to tell me about the existence of. Of course I was furious that my friend did that, and the situation was still a bit vague to me. So I got a couple of details wrong. Bam. Busted. I tried to lie and fix things, but they were still uncertain about what happened. So I pulled the whole thing on myself, trying to cover up for my friend and I at the same time. This worked, since they all appreciate honesty. If I hadn’t of done that, we would have both been suspended or something of the like, my friend and I. So after an hour long rant from the teachers about how wrong it was to take advantage of this poor mental girl (WTF, MATE?!) and a couple of yell sessions, we were free. Sort of. My friend was still in a bit of trouble for making the phone call. No more lunch with us for a month or two. What absolute bull. We got in trouble for some out of school activity, and for not wanting to be friends with this girl. There was nothing wrong with what we did, at all. They can't make us be friends with some one, or control our out of school lives. But at this school, they tried to. I was blackmailed into being her friend for two years. Even out side of school. One decline to a play-date or sleepover and I was dead. I would have been suspended or expelled if I didn’t plaster a smile on my face and parade the halls with the girl. Doing this also ruined my current friendships at the time. No one wanted to hang with me when this girl was around, which was most of the time.
I felt bad for her, that she was so over protected, because it didn't do her any good- unlike what her set of six parents and the school thought. I feel bad when this happens to people. It's a waste of effort, and you make things worse. And ruin other peoples lives while doing it.
Sighs. I'm done. Amazing how fucking idiotic adults can be, huh? Excuse me if you are one, but you do know what I'm talking about. If not you, someone you know. Or someone you know who knows someone. Think about it. (Laughing my ass off)
That was fun. I got to vent and practice my writing. Whatever... I'm going now. Bye.
Casey
And just so you know, that was a completely true story, no exaggerations at all. Ask any of my buddies.
So, here it is:
There was this girl in my old school who had ADHD (I have absolutely nothing against that, by the way. I have many other friends who have it, too. I just had something against this girl). She was a total loony, a stalker, and many other words I wish to use, but won't, because I'm too lazy to write them down. But the worst thing about her was that she was over protected, by everyone in authority that got paid. Aside from her own mind, this kept her in a state of oblivion. She knew nothing about the hate that surrounded her, the people that disliked her so much. Because of this over protection, she had no notion that she had to develop. No notion, that she, aside from her ADHD, was not normal. As much as I hate to use that word, I think it fits quite well. She was still in her 7 year old state at 13.
Anyway, the point of this is not (mainly) to rant on about how horrible this girl was, but to rant on about how horrible and closed minded some adults can be. So I'll continue now...
Sometimes we had run-ins with each other in the bathroom, the hallways... I always said hi, or smiled, because that’s what you do in a small school. But one day she decided to attach herself to me. At first I had no problem with this; I thought it was semi-normal and that she wanted to become friends. But she went too far, to the near point of stalking me. I wanted to break the relationship that I had with her and decided to confide in a friend. We discussed "safe" ways to break it to her. One night, she got sick of me not doing anything (due to my lack of backbone at the time), so she phoned this girl herself and told her it was me, and that I wanted to speak with her tomorrow. She pretty good at duplicating my voice, I'll have you know. Naturally, the next day my personal stalker came up to me waiting for the schedulald dialogue. Of course I had not a clue in hell what she was talking about. About an hour later I got called into the guidance office, where I'd usually crash at for lunch time- just because the cafeteria sucks and that’s where some of my friends ate. The guidance counselor asked me about the phone call, which later my close friend choose to tell me about the existence of. Of course I was furious that my friend did that, and the situation was still a bit vague to me. So I got a couple of details wrong. Bam. Busted. I tried to lie and fix things, but they were still uncertain about what happened. So I pulled the whole thing on myself, trying to cover up for my friend and I at the same time. This worked, since they all appreciate honesty. If I hadn’t of done that, we would have both been suspended or something of the like, my friend and I. So after an hour long rant from the teachers about how wrong it was to take advantage of this poor mental girl (WTF, MATE?!) and a couple of yell sessions, we were free. Sort of. My friend was still in a bit of trouble for making the phone call. No more lunch with us for a month or two. What absolute bull. We got in trouble for some out of school activity, and for not wanting to be friends with this girl. There was nothing wrong with what we did, at all. They can't make us be friends with some one, or control our out of school lives. But at this school, they tried to. I was blackmailed into being her friend for two years. Even out side of school. One decline to a play-date or sleepover and I was dead. I would have been suspended or expelled if I didn’t plaster a smile on my face and parade the halls with the girl. Doing this also ruined my current friendships at the time. No one wanted to hang with me when this girl was around, which was most of the time.
I felt bad for her, that she was so over protected, because it didn't do her any good- unlike what her set of six parents and the school thought. I feel bad when this happens to people. It's a waste of effort, and you make things worse. And ruin other peoples lives while doing it.
Sighs. I'm done. Amazing how fucking idiotic adults can be, huh? Excuse me if you are one, but you do know what I'm talking about. If not you, someone you know. Or someone you know who knows someone. Think about it. (Laughing my ass off)
That was fun. I got to vent and practice my writing. Whatever... I'm going now. Bye.
Casey
And just so you know, that was a completely true story, no exaggerations at all. Ask any of my buddies.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Odd
I noticed that people are astounded when they realize someone they know made something beautiful- like a painting or a drawing. When a person realizes what they are looking at is made by the person they are talking to, they go, "Really? You made that? It's amazing." Like, we look at a mug and think, "Yeah. Its a mug. So what?" But if a person you knew made that mug, it would change everything, "Holy Shit! You made that?" There is beautiful stuff all around us, but it's so rare that we know who made it that way. Or even realize that its beautiful. Sometimes we see what is beautiful by relating it to ourselves, or people we know. But what is beautiful?
I know, You behind the screen- "Oh, GAG. What is this girl thinking?" Well, yeah. But I need some way of keeping my thoughts in track.
I think I'm going veggie. I can't stand the thought of biting into a piece of dead flesh, webbed veins breaking apart, blood seeping out of steak, the abuse.... I'm fine with blood and gore (I admit it's perfectl entertaining), but I think it's cruel just to eat another living think that thinks as we do- to think ourselves superior. But someone’s gotta be in charge, huh? Whatevs.
Which brings me to the topic of anarchy and tyranny! I'm all for anarchy, but it wouldn’t work at all. Imagine... peace... no one in anyone's business... then some motha-fucka with a machine gun stomps in and wants to take everyone over. It would just be this never ending war, and someone would always want to lead or own- it's our nature. I think a good government should be between tyranny and anarchy- not to much control, but enough to keep that motha-fucka with the machine gun in line, to prevent warfare amongst our people. Yeah, yeah, I know, Government sucks, but imagine we lived with out it. It would be total chaos.
Which would you be more afraid of, by the way? Just wondering. I think I would be more afraid of anarchy, because then I wouldn’t know where anything is coming from- attacks, blah blah blah... Tyranny would be from one side, more predictable.
Much randomness...
...and this is Kelly (Casey) signing off!
arrivederci
Note to self: Sleepy Hollow? Ignore, all.
I know, You behind the screen- "Oh, GAG. What is this girl thinking?" Well, yeah. But I need some way of keeping my thoughts in track.
I think I'm going veggie. I can't stand the thought of biting into a piece of dead flesh, webbed veins breaking apart, blood seeping out of steak, the abuse.... I'm fine with blood and gore (I admit it's perfectl entertaining), but I think it's cruel just to eat another living think that thinks as we do- to think ourselves superior. But someone’s gotta be in charge, huh? Whatevs.
Which brings me to the topic of anarchy and tyranny! I'm all for anarchy, but it wouldn’t work at all. Imagine... peace... no one in anyone's business... then some motha-fucka with a machine gun stomps in and wants to take everyone over. It would just be this never ending war, and someone would always want to lead or own- it's our nature. I think a good government should be between tyranny and anarchy- not to much control, but enough to keep that motha-fucka with the machine gun in line, to prevent warfare amongst our people. Yeah, yeah, I know, Government sucks, but imagine we lived with out it. It would be total chaos.
Which would you be more afraid of, by the way? Just wondering. I think I would be more afraid of anarchy, because then I wouldn’t know where anything is coming from- attacks, blah blah blah... Tyranny would be from one side, more predictable.
Much randomness...
...and this is Kelly (Casey) signing off!
arrivederci
Note to self: Sleepy Hollow? Ignore, all.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Pervy Mark
Ok- there is this total perv in my art class. I'm forced to sit next to him every Thursday and Friday. Joy. So yesterday I sat at my friends table cause we had a sub. She was wondering if he had ADHD- so I walked up to him and asked. Of course the dumbass didn’t know what it meant. After class he came up to us and was like, "What the hell is ADHD?" I told him it’s when you have an erection that lasts over four hours. You should have seen his face!! It was a mix of awe, wonder, disgust, and sorrow- sorrow that he didn’t have this so called "ADHD". Of course, he made this big scene in the hallway for everyone to hear, but that, clearly, was the joy of it. Later I told him what ADHD really was- attention deficit hyperactivity disorder :)
I was just wondering why I made my blog pink. I mean, I'm ok with pink, but I won't wear it and it is certaintly not my favorite color. Why wont I wear it, you ask? Cause it so frigging stereotypical for girls to wear pink. I hate it when it makes guys think they can walk all over you or makes them think they're better. By the way, does pink really turn you on that much? Whatever, I'm not a guy, so I won't comment on it.
My cousin came over today and she thought I dressed like Janis from Mean Girls. My outfit was randomly thrown together and swept of my floor today- so... yeah. Ugh- I'm going to stop thinking about my clothing, its making me vain.
I want some freaking body mods now!! We're talking tattoos, piercings, scarifications... I just WANT them. Partly to piss people off, but mostly cause I already have in mind what I want done- and I have to wait what seems like forever till I can get them done. Heres a list of what I want:
-Corset piercings (I probably wont get them done, but I think they look awesome)
-My ears completely pierced- at least 5 piercings (a row of them on my lobe, a conch, multiple helixes, a daith, a rook, an industrial...)
-Scarification done on the lower left part of my rib cage- a couple of roses sweeping from below my armpit to below my breast
-A tree (leafless, and with it's roots) starting at my lower back and ending at my shoulders, with lots of branches
-Maybe really small plugs- I hate the big ones
Maybe I'm totally vain, but I'm obsessed with body mods. I don't know why. Ever since I've studied the Mayan religion and culture, I got crazy over them. It gets my parents pissed because they think its retarded, and they seem to relate everything I do to them- rubbing skin off with erasers (totally random, and not my dumb idea, by the way- it was Taylor's, and we were bored in art...), my crazy hairstyles and clothing, schoolwork... the list goes on.
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