Sufjan Stevens

In 2 months is releasing a Movie, The movie soundtrack, A comic book, and a new album.

Christmas list.

enjoy...

There is truly something amazing

about highschool football games. I don't really watch the game, but you do sort of keep up with the game. The crowd is constantly cheering or booing, so you keep up somewhat with whats going on. But seriously, I love highschool pep-leadership-spirit functions. I love my alternative arts school lots, but Im going to be sure to hangout at lots of football games, and I am SO going to the Roger's prom.

But back to highschool football. I love the games. I love drinking hot cocoa, group hopping, and seeing kids you barely know and hanging out with people you didn't intend to hangout with. I meet people from other schools, I make people laugh, people make me laugh. We lost tonights game, but I had so much fun. I bought some cheesy plastic Mardi-Gras beads... SarhAnne gave me a ride home and that was a blast. I really missed my Rogers Friends. I need to crash RHS big time.

I find myself...

I often look back on something I did and remember, I'm occasionally sort of pathetic. You all have witnessed it. I do things like hug Mallery's leg because the movie is too scary. I am easily entertained, admitting to Friday's spent with me and a friend watching Degrassi. All the trashy reality television I spend my weeknights watching. So This childhood game I spent hours playing won't surprise you.

The kids of my neighborhood called it 'gas station'. Naturally, I named it, made it up, and wrote the rules. First, everybody would ride around the col-de-sac on their bikes. One kid would not have a bike. That lucky kid would be the gas station attendant. They would sit in a garage, and the driveway would be the gas station. If you were riding around and the attendant said to you "You want some gas?" you HAD to pull over and get some gas. And the attendant always said "You want some gas?" in a very bad southern accent.

Here is where things start to get more pathetic:

You would hand your bike to the attendant so he could pump your gas. He or She would then hijack your bike and laugh while driving away on your bike. And now, the person who is left standing bike-less is now the gas station attendant.

Here is where things REALLY start to get pathetic:

There is no strategy. There is no way to win. The attendant just chooses to ask you if you want some gas, and you MUST pull over and give him your bike. You know he is going to drive away with it and there is nothing you can do about it.

Now, just to prove how pathetic I am I was laughing the entire time I was writing this post.

Who is up for a game of gas station?

DANGER******highschool Open minded student aboard!

I hate bumper stickers Like this. I went camping with my family, and I had a blast. But the entire weekend I was staring at the RV in front of my tent that read "DANGER*****RETIRED OPINIONATED MARINE ABOARD."

I get it, you think your funny. Your a retired Marine and proud. FINE. But If your someone who considers yourself Opinionated-your an asshole-period. Everyone has opinions, but those who flaunt them, or take pride in them, or must have a custom bumper sticker that warns people driving by that your opinionated, are a little too into themselves.

Why have it on a bumper sticker? A shirt makes sense. But what will he do while driving?

"Get out of my blindspot!" - Mr. Opinionated

"sorry!"-innocent Driver

"Yeah, and for the record Im Pro-LIFE beotch!" -Mr. O.

But camping was seriously a lot of fun.

Spirit week.

So, as many of you know my first period class is leadership. We make posters and plan everything... so yeah, you could say we are the life blood of Kalles. WE all voted on spirit days this year. And you know how original us leadership kids are! SO we came up with Wacky Wednesday (has there ever been a spirit day without wacky Wednesday?), Comfy day Thursday, and school spirit day Friday. School spirit day is because we have a pep assembly (and its reality television themed, so its pretty cool.)

Im kind of upset. COMFY DAY? COMFY DAY? Every kid at our school wears sweat pants and slippers daily. comfy day will be no different. especially if your Miranda Flores and all you wear is white tank tops and Play boy pajama bottoms...

So I got a snuggy and some obnoxious slippers. Im going all out on "Comfy Day"... The snuggies are the things that are big red blankets with sleeves. you know, the ones with the commercials where everyone is lounging on a couch drinking wine by the fire? Yeah. Im wearing that.

Funny thing about the snuggy... Some guy was smoking a cigarette in a snuggy, which caught fire. The guy couldnt get out in time and died. So no smoking near me on Thursday.

You know that comfy day was voted for over Career day, Pirate day, and Farmer day? Yeah. It was.

So I developed my own list future school governments can adopt.

Shakespeare day. Everyone can wear long dresses and the guys can wear those damn sexy tights. the ones that the movie we watched in english class wore. It was Hot Hot Hot. Damn I wish guys dressed like that everyday. Plus it would be uber comfy. So Yeah, Shakespeare day.

Pop star Tuesday! Put on that body suit and grab your Disco Sticks! Its time to strut your stuff and show it all. SEX SELLS.


Naked day! there are just those people you want to see naked. I advise that students must be approved before stripping. No one wants to see the not so hot hotties strip down.


Musical day!
With me and my friends, we always bust out in song. So why not have a day where the world can join in?

thats all I got. See you thursday with my snuggy and slippers in tow!

So, I'm a little bitter

On a side note Sufjan Stevens is a year and a month younger than my mom. So I am hoping my moms amazing looks land her with him, and they can get married and my stepdad can be Sufjan Stevens. But then I would be attracted to my stepfather. And that would be plain creepy. So I guess my mom could go cougar and get with Zac Efron, Chase Crawford, and Justin Gaston. But she doesn't have the money to attract guys in their early twenties. I hope she goes lesbian. I wish I had two moms. She could marry Lady Gaga. only Lady Gaga is a little too wacky. So she can go for a cool musician, like Uh Huh Her. but they are taken. So I guess my mom is stuck with her boyfriend Albert. Oh this world. Maybe one day I will get with a professional musician. Or one who plays at least 2 instruments, one being stringed.

here you go.

"Girl world is at peace"

Emma mentioned a while back that the end of this school year feels like the last scene from "Mean Girls". And It does. Everything does. All of my little spats, and little things I didnt like about people feel so childish and useless. Im going off to a new scary place next year and will most likely loose contact with all of my Kalles friend's, except for a few. Why not see the best in people for one more month? And I think everyone else has this mind set. I think thats why people who dont want to go to the dance and go end up loving it - because Everyone loves everyone. and everyone loves everyone because the very reason that used to make me hate my 9th grade class. Everyone knows everyone. Its just one day away from nothing being the same.

I want to explain how Im feeling by first telling a little story. There was once a little cat. This cat is a beautiful and smart cat. However last year mr. sexually confused ditto saw her as a ugly lion. The cat called Mr.S(thats what we will call the boy) a mean name. Mr. S assumed the Cat was a certain type of person. And she wasnt. The next year Mr. S started talking to the Cat and realized how awesome she was. This Cat is the coolest, most down to earth, real, inspiring, friendly, humorous, and intelligent girl at Kalles. Mr. S saw the Cat as no longer a lion, but a cute kitty. Mr. S is me, and the Cat is Kinsey...

I used to think why I hated this year was because I didnt get to meet any new kids. I knew my entire small ninth grade class. And knew everything there was to know about them. Except each person. But after watching Mean girls I realized it was because I was sick of us not getting along and not seeing the best in each other. We need to support each other as a class for even ourselves to be successful. We need not to condemn someone to a stereotype. And that is why I wasnt a fan of this school year. Until now. When suddenly everyone just loves everyone. And Its for the very reason I hated: Because Everyone knows everyone. I know their strengths and I have finally realized the best of people. And enjoy everyone's company. I have found that the more I get to know people, like kinsey, i start to realize I wish I had been friends with them since 7th grade. A stupid spat shouldn't ruin something that could make your 3 year experience a little better. Even If someone hates me I will love them, because I will look more fondly on these 3 years at Kalles.

So I feel rather foolish. Why didnt we all just not care? Why weren't we kind. Why didnt we support each other? 3 years would have been way better. Im never going to see most of these kids again, so why didnt I make the best time with them for 3 years? Why hate anyone?



Kalles has brought me so many great opportunities. It brought me SoTA. and Best friends. And Theater. Sports. Relationships. Support. Loss. Education. Life lessons. Life Issues. Its part of who I am. I get school pride now. The concept. Suddenly, Im not too excited for Kalles to end. Im not excited for everyone to go on to high school. Nothing will be the same. Im not saying its a bad thing, I just want the last month of Kalles to kick ass.

And It truly will.

I didnt proof read this, I dont have time. I will later.

Week In review

Its a cold Wednesday. I head to the bus stop. Its rainy, as always. I continue through my day. The Usual Stressing in Geometry, Trying to make small talk with lettuce all of period 3, Wasting time, and Chatting with Momma D. Nothing out of the ordinary. 5th period comes along. Its 12:30. The Time When our mail comes. When we don't have school I ALWAYS check the mail. Its a little relaxing walk. Music and a purpose. All I need to survive. However It was the week SoTA letters should be arriving. And I was stuck at school this particular 12:30. I eagerly text my mom "Did it come?!?!" She gave me the same response she had given to me since monday. "sorry honey, but no."

I think she is uninterested. I know she is interested, and I know the text is brief because it is very difficult for her to send a text, so a sentence is 2 minutes of work. She is always supportive with everything I want to do. I went Veg, She did to. And lasted 2 years. I said I want to go to SoTA she got ready and drove me to the info night, where we left amazed. but at that time SoTA was just a dream. Something you see on TV. Like Zoey101. An amazing school that you dream of going to but doesn't exist. Only my dream school does exist. Its nestled in the City.

Then Dance class happened. And I knew for sure SP is rekindled.

I wake up the next day. Thursday. The whole day happens untill 5th period comes around. It didn't come. I text Demi, and feel guilty as always. I know Demi won't mind - but Im killing Pipers hope. And I feel like I'm Santa clause and Giving her coal on Christmas.

Friday Comes along. I've given up hope. I thought the letter would come Saturday, where I would open it, jump, and run to Olivia's house while sending out a massive text. But we all know that isn't how it happened. The weather is beautiful this friday. I will always remember thinking that on the way to the bus stop on March 20th. I remember thinking it was a good Omen. I mean, It wasn't raining. But I still didnt believe. I had no faith. I didn't think it would come.

Piper waltzes into the nook. Everything looks ordinary. Everyone is being really nice to me. At least, I remember it that way. Of course whatever happened this day I will remember as good. So I watch piper walk in. Her excited face is absent. I admire her beauty, innocent appearance and soft features. And Her hair. If you asked me to describe Demi, Piper, or Emma I would have to mention their amazing hair first. Although I may Have to comment on Emma's figure first and foremost. Piper just says "Its not coming today. I dont think it is." I concur and Everyone jokes that that means the letter is coming today. Friday. Then, for a second, I feel like It is coming. The third omen. First It was the wind, telling me that I will get it on Friday, "lets hope." I loved it when people would tell me WHEN I get it. I was confident in my work, but not that I was going to get in. Then There was the second omen. The weather. Then Emma's joke.

I went through the day as usual. Today felt like a good day. I even enjoyed G's company 2nd period.

I text my mom 5th. No response. Dangit. I am irritated with her phone. It is always dead. Its battery is poor. Then in 6th we do everything as ordinary. the right people come sit at my table. I give up hope and stop checking my phone. I go snag one of the last computers. I decide on the Ivory Coast. Its French, African, and Small. Its like the Luxembourg of Africa. My phone is on silent, as it is 24/7 and as I always regret. I peak at my phone. My moms text says It's here. in bold letters ITS HERE. Her support had returned. She had sent it to me twice, since I didnt reply for a long period of time.

I jumped up, resisting to gasp. I walk fast to Emma - until I clear the computers. Then I run. I fall on my knees by her head and inform her of the good news. I call my mom. She brings it. She had been crying. I open it, and the moment I open It I know I got in. The envelope must have released the news through the air I breathed. Then I was positive when I noticed it was stuffed with more than 1 piece of paper. 3 exactly. 9 layers folded. but I didn't know the exact number at the time. I scream "I got in" before I even pulled the letter from the envelope. I realized immediately I sounded foolish because I wasn't Entirely sure. But I mean, why would a rejection letter have 3 pages? My mom nervously laughs an optimistic laugh. She is positive. It calms my nerves. This all happened in 15 seconds. But I remember each second. I read it and scream and jump. Up and down. I Let my mom read a little bit before I snatch it and leave Olivia with my mom. I tell Ms. Fox because she was walking along side me. I walk into play rehearsal to Tavern's Bitching. He is frustrated. But I don't mind. Suddenly the world is beautiful. The people, weather, and our Kalles Commons. Tavern tells everyone, leading to many congratulations throughout the rehearsal. Thank you Tavern.

Demi looks so proud and so accomplished when she opens her. Of course if the alternative was PHS I would be too. The Dream is now Fulfilled, for most of us. We assumed all of us.

I get home and text my grandma. She cries. Not a surprise because she cried after my interview. She is so proud, she always reminds me. My family was all supportive. Everyone. Funny Story. When SoTA opened in 2001 my grandma was reading the paper. SoTA had an article. It was about it's opening. My grandma cut it out and told my mom that my First-grade-self would be going here. I didnt give it much thought. High school was too far away.


All week Ive been Facebook-ing Johnny. Asking Question after Question.

I get to go where my grandma said I would go when I was in the 1st grade.
I get to go where that girl who did my make up in 7th grade goes, and recommended.

I get to go to my dream school.

THANK GOD!

that's progressive

you know thows progressive car insurance commercials, that they have a huge white colored set with grocery store shelves? and on these shelves lie boxes of progressive logos for people to costumize? I love them. I laugh at them, watch them and their intirety online, and also must admit I have a "big Lesbian crush" on the spokeswomen.


She is so hilarious. I love her bubbly, optomistic, and product selling personality. I want someone like her to sell ME car insurance. Heey-heeeey. I want to have babies and raise a family with her charector. THe charectors name is Flo. How cool is that? IDK much about the actress, except according to google her name is Stephanie Courtney. SO stephanie needs to get that clerk uniform on and become besties with me. ANd I hope she is as bubbly and as happy-go-lucky in real life.