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.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
"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.
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.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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!
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!
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