Dead

Sorry about this....I guess our blog sort of died. Keith and I have separate ones now. If you really want to follow up(alothough I seriously doubt that....) my new blog is at http://sparksoflife.blogsome.com/

Much love
K

feelign like a freaking fish

gaaaah!. thats all i have to say.......GAHH!
Life is so crazy right now, between trying to make new freinds, being stressed over highschool, suddenly becoming part of the band cult, and being utterly confused about old freinds......i just dont' even know for sure anymore. Thankfully, it seems im not the only one feeling liek this. Perhaps its the curse of first freshman week. Maybe they call usfish for that reason. We've always thought of ourselves as great individuals with strong identities and freinds and such, floating down a wonderful river. Now we're in the ocean full of other fishjust like us, and suddenly our security blankets...our "identities" fall out from underneath us. We cling onto old aquatances and practices, desperatly wishing our juvenile allusions were still with us. all we have for support are other fish , who we're wary of, and are wary of us too. What can we do to stop from falling into the cold depths beneath us? Currently, my only solution is to grin and bear and blog it all. -.-

I Love Lists!

Well, I haven't blogged in forever, because I'm a lazy, yet busy, bum. Here's a list of all the things I've done since i last blogged (what I can remember, anwhoo).

-Went to TIP (lovely nerd camp)
-Had my brain explode with information about religion
-Sat on Giles bench, which DOES exist
-Had the courageto ask a guy to dance, who turned out to be quite nice
-Made lotsa new freinds
-Aquiredthe phrases "weak/ strong sauce" and "sketchy"
-Stayed up all night (nooooo sleep. period.) on campus
-Lost 10 pounds
-Said goodbye to above mentioned freinds and TIP
-Slept like 2 hours on the plain and proceeded to stay up another 12 hours
-Got home, got Facebook, and got surprised when Ifound out that while i was gone, my freind aquired a boyfreind AND a stalker
-FINALLY finished HPDH (i couldnt get it until Monday and was soo busy at camp...)
-FINALLY saw HPOOTP
-messed up my keboard so the spacebar doesn't work right
-beat myself up working on the Nunsense crew at school
-decided i DON'T like the drama teacher
-Registered for school
-decided I DO like the color guard teacher
-Did something completly out of character and joined color guard
-Burned my feet to a crisp running around a waterpark
-Had fun doing so
-Marched in circles around a parking lot with the entire marching band and color guard (scary sight, let me tell you)
-Back to school shopping across town, and spotted my next door neighbor (oh the irony of ourworld: yyou gotta go across town to chat with your nextdoor neighbor)

Well,that's about it....fornow! Later my dear internet chums

~~K

Expofoam Razzispring

Hola internet chums! I'm back from summer camp with many stories to tell, but I won't be divulging them now because I'm lazy.

I will, however, talk about Harry Potter.

Chapter 3 of my Luna fanfiction is up at last! However, I'm taking a break before starting Chapter 4 and am entering a challenge. These can all be found at www.nevilleandluna.com It rocks, man. You should go there. Anyway, my fic is called The Diary of Luna Lovegood, please review it!

And much sadness, I have finished DH, it's all over now... *sob*

No...It didn't take me three days to write this post. Why do you ask...

Greetings from Alabama, the heart of Dixieland! (gag me) It really isn't as bad as I expected though. In my mind I had pictured a barren, flat, desert-like landscape. Actually, it's quite pretty with rolling hills and bunches of trees, a bit like north carolina (my favorite state, which I will happily be headed to in 4 days time!). Unfortunatly, intellect is spread rather sparcly. I am here to visit mi familia, consisting of my afflicted aunt as well as sister and neice from minnasooota, eh. And let me tellyou, it's a BLAST! (sarcasm). Don't get me wrong, i love to travel and see family, but sitting in a hotel room is not my idea of either. Thank the lord for free Wi-Fi!

My two-year-old nece is one big ball of energy who definitly gets her stubborn "leave me alone" attitude from my dear Grandmama. (I've got it too!) Cami's favorite phrasesare "No" and "Don't do that!" Although she does love her mommy and me, auntie tate.

I'm finally home and shoving in as much time of relaxationa before I ship off to camp at Duke campus on the 8th. Later lovelies!

~~K the auntie

Ordinary Miracle

Okeyday! I haven't posted in a while, I apologize. I've been busy (ish)

I had a dance recital Saturday night and SQUEE! I was practically having a nervy spaz, and actually I did mess up in the opening number. (I missed my cue, so I just sort of hid in the curtains and hoped no one noticed.) But I did a perfect gymnastics dance, and my jazz dance got a standing ovation!!! I've never heard of that happening before. I don't quite believe it, I never saw the audience, but that's what Mutti said... And I won best gymnast! I got a big shiny trophy and everything. I'm so happy!

So I'm going up north for a few days, and apparently so is K. But we're not going to the same place, we're just going to be gone for the same amount of time... Anyhow, I just finished packing, and we have to leave for the airport in a little under an hour now.

So... Ya. My plant seems sort of healthy now, but maybe that's just because I took all the dead flowers away. Hm...

Well I gotta go! Love ya, my internet pallys!

Variousness

Well, the opposum saga continues. Today, in the words of strongbad, I met a possum. I was going to water my garden (yes, at 11 pm. Why do you ask?) and I dropped my can in shock when I spotted a scurrying baby creature in my garden. Yeah....I'll water the plants in the morning.

In further news, it seems we have new neighbors to replace the messed up abusive or divorcive or whatever family that used to live there (they were also quite rude to us). I love meeting new people, especially neighbors and will do a bit of lurking until i spot them. I wonder if they have childers...

Our pool is finally finished and I have been floating and doing laps and becoming all pruny. :-) Tomorrow, I will be collecting cans in the park for a can drive that i organized, but didn't work out very well. Hopefully, I'll get some donations. I do like helping out others!

My freind is being rather troublesome lately- I think the transition to high school is concerning her- perhaps confusing. Isn't it doing that to us all? For now, no worries. Just the sound of music, degrassi, summer sun, and soon to be Alabama! Visiting there isn't my faveorite thing....or even in the top 100...but I'll see my little neice camille, so It's all good.

Good wishes and lotsa summer!~~K

Un-Awesome Opossum

An awful thing happened today. Twice. I removed the cover on one of the pool filters to discover what I first thought was a fish- then a hairpiece- then Chelsea set me straight. It was a baby opossum! And after mom fished it out, she informed me that the same thing had happened this morning. Two little creature siblings had perished in my family pool. As I gazed at the poor pink opossum face, eyes forever closed and matching tail completing the fetal position in quiet defeat, I considered what a horrible death he or she must have died, slowly drowning with no reason to live after its other family member was gone. This nearly brought me to tears. I decided to have a small memorial, if I could do nothing else. I said a few words over the trash can holding opossum and mourned. It's awful to die alone in the world, but if you don't die alone, you always leave someone else behind, forever mourning and remembering. I would be there for this poor opossum. He would not be alone.

~~K the mourner of small animals...and large ones....and people....

And One More Thing!

Talk about a sucky day to end all sucky days. I awoke after only a few hours of sleep to a blinding light being turned on by mi madre. Last night, I got an IM from who I assumed to be mike mikerson and was quite pleased that he too kthe trouble to find my screenname. However, a quick convo with him (in which he gave single word awners- practically, anyway) I found out that it wasn't him who AIMed me last night, and therefore it was probably my freind's irritating brother harrasing me. FUN- not. An hour later, still in a sleepy stupor (zzzzzzzzzzzzz....HUH- What!) Mom dragged me out with her to the doctor's, on the way t whic hwe ran tons of errands. Accomanying my mom to the doctor's may nto seem so bad, but you have to realize that I'm a germaphobe, OCD, and have a phobia of needles. Just a whiff of stale, sick-people air makes me want to have a nervy spaz. I can't even consider going to my own doctor's without becoming a wreck. Did i meaention that my hair looks like I went through a car wash- under a car? When we FINALLY got home, after 4 hours of errnds and an angry customer attck aimed at he doctor, I got on the compy to check my email. Guess what! My freind informed me that mikey now has a girlfreind- a fabby topper to my fabby day. If any boy likes me, or ever has for that matter, I'll br bowled over with shock. Ack. It's taken my an hour to type this post, because i keep getting called out of my room to do chores. SHUT UP phone!!! My day's outcome is rather ironic, based on my horoscope. And I quote-

"This is a terrific day for you, dear Aquarius, and you will find that there is a great deal of power at your disposal."

HAHA~~~K

Oatmeal vs. Meatball Sandwich

Ah, the joys of obsession...

K and I are new addicts to Degrassi: The Next Generation. I felt it meritted a post. I mean, it's a teen soap opera. How awesome is that?!

My plant, I think, is doing better. All the flowers died but I've got some healthy leaves, so that's good, right?

K's pool is finished! SQUEE! We can swim again! At last, I won't be immobilized at home, sitting on my couch and blogging to no one.

I spent $105 on books the other day. My bookshelf is getting fuller ;D

What else is there to report? Oh! My gymnastics performance is in less than a week. -shiver-

Tootless!
Keith

My lappy's quite covered in cat hair now

I am feeling rather reclusive and especially mellow today. I spent quite a bit of bored minutes irritating nettie the nut, although she certainly shouldn't have been irritating. I was doint her a favor, picking off loose hairs and cat dandruff. It was like a free spa treatment for the furry-shorted, but instead of being greatful, she just twitched a lot.

I was considering becoming a proffesional cat dandruff-picker, but forget that. I'm going to open a cat spa. There are a few obstcles in the way though- cats would object to getting wet, additionally, i think manicures would only irritate them. Also, I con't give them specialized bottled water, because I just saw a news special on how awful bottled water is for the enviorment.

Now they're discussing how bad it is to feed wild parrots. (it was quite a surprise to methat we even had wild parrots, but anywho...). Well, I didn't have any plans involving that, which is good, unlike the botled water fiasco. Ah well. I've always been more of a tap water person anyway. I'll have to consult nettie. She can be my kitty spa buisness partner.

~~K the cat dandruff-picker and non parrot-feeder

Dreams

I wish...I wish....we, as people, seem to say that a lot. Some people seem to think my life's perfect- or maybe even that I'm perfect- but they're quite wrong. Not that I'm complaining, I don't think I'd trade lives with anyone I know- at least not too many people.

In my dream world, I'm way skinnier, mikey mikington isn't moving and even likes me. I'm not so socially awkward, people see me differently. I don't have these crazy mood swings and nervy Bs and insecurities and depression. I take more risks, relax more and am overall more centered and at peace. I have a bf and my life is more exciting. My friends aren't all better than me and are more willing an ready to take action and not just dream (no i'm not a complete hypocrite- I've taken quite a few actions this summer).

The great thing is that some of these wishes and dreams may come true when I go to camp at Duke campus. I hope I'm not getting my hopes up, but this should be a chance to reinvent myself and meet a variety of new people. I'm gonna take another leap and hope I don't fall!

~K

No One Mourns the Wicked

Okay! Um... I'ma listening to Wizard Rock. Yay! I had something to say, but I don't remember what it is now... O.o

Oh! I don't have TB, so that's good news. My life isn't ruined.

More good news! CLPG (My sister- what, you don't remember?) used to work at a Gilato (Italian ice-cream) store called Piccomolos, but it had to close because the owner (named Sunny) got cancer :(. But it's re-opening! (Unfortunately, Sunny won't still be running it.) She's at a job interview now. (I like parathenses!)

Um... I attempted to brush my hair today and I did pretty well. Which is an improvement. GAH! I can't wait until I get my hair layered. Then it will be managable.

Happy First Day of Summer!

Mysteriosity, Cockroaches, and Mixed Signals

Well, a bit much has happened since I last posted and I have no earthly idea how to link it all, but I'll try my very hardest, my gorgey chums, so as not to confluster you to the point of being loon royalty. Here goes something!

I believe previous posts have been postified on the subject of my boy conflusterment- specifically concerning mikey mikerson. Unfortunately, my state has only worsened. In fact, now he is either quite angry or quite afraid of me as well as untrusting. But enough about that. Concerning another male in my life, mi primo loco has recently taken housage in mi casa loca. He has moved from another part of the wonderful *cough* state i live in (as in Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas....state, not as in denial) to live in this wonderful *COUGH* city. He seems to have taken quite a liking to me and jabbers on about things. I find it peculiar that a 23-year-old man would find comfort in ranting and chatting politics and everything else with a female teenager, but perhaps I'm just underschooled in that respect.

This brings me to mysteriosity. is I was ruminating over my new found blogging habit, I began to consider secrets. Between all my friends and my family, I seem to find that I have few secrets to keep in the little corners of my mind for comfort. I mean, in the midst of Nervy Bs, I have dislodged things that perhaps oughtn't have been dislodged, mostly concerning feelings and such. Perhaps it is a good thing that I am an open person. No one know everything about me, but between them all, they do. The fact that I have little to no mysteriosity about me troubles me greatly. Well the toilet is running- must go catch it!

~~K

Into the Wild Blue Yonder!

Hola! I get the results of my TB test today. Which, I should mention, was torture. I don't... like... NEEDLES.

But no matter. Assuming I DON'T have TB, it'll ensure my entrance into the Duke Talent Identification Program (TIP). It's an awesome summer camp, from what my older sister (to be reffered to as Crazy Learner's Permit Girl or CLPG from this point forth) tells me. The class I'm taking is Mind and Myth, which should be exciting. I just hope they don't say the same Greek myths they teach us year after year in school. We even watched the same moving two years in a row. -.- Well, this should be different.

My first choice for a class was Creative Writing, but I was looking forward to Mind and Myth just the same. I want to become an author, you see. A famous one, like JK Rowling. Except not so... Phenominal. You know? I want to be able to sign my fans' books and go on tours.

So, yes. This was a very pointless post and I had trouble thinking of a title, which is a first. You might not realize it- most of the time you need outside information- but my titles really ARE related to the post. Usually.

Ciao!

Serial Labeller (no, not Cereal Labeller)

"Labels are for soup cans, not people." Is I mature, I see the truth of this more and more. I am guilty of being a serial labeller myself, clumping people into types on sight. I know I'm going all after school special and what not, but judging people on appearance and who they hang out with is really...not...good. Living a culture like ours, with people who differ so much from us, its rather difficult to see individuals. When we can't relate to people who differ from us, we tend to group them with others we know who look similar and use stereotypes from mass media like "popular", "goth", "gay", "jock", "nerd", "stupid", "ugly", and so on. Some labels may not seem so bad, like "athletic" or "pretty" and maybe they aren't. It's really he practice and concept of judging people uninformed that's dangerous. When I find myself doing that, I am reminded that there aren't "those people"- there are only individuals.

~~K the ranter and lecturer

Blue MnM's

Hey pallys. My bookshelf is finished! -squee- Now I just need my mutti to take me to Borders and buy me more books. BOOOOKS....

Um, I finished a Harry Potter analysis book last night. About Snape. I say he is innocent! Free Snape! Sure he's a jerk, but understandably so. And not working for Voldy.

31 more days!!! AH! I think I'll die. I can't believe Deathly Hallows comes out in a month. The end of an era... I'll cry when I get it at midnight.

NEVILLE AND LUNA FOREVA!

~Keith the Bibliophile

Nickos y Lingos

As far as launguage goes, Keith and I are a bit odd. We tend to make up words, use espanol pequena, y (and) pick up lingo from the confessions of Georgis Nicolson (our inspiration- one of many, anyway). However, you won't find much chatspeak here (though I am fond of the phrase BTW). We have decided to use silly Nickos (nicknames) for anyone involved in our stories, god forbidding anyone we know comes acreoss this blog and is offended. The names are clever or just stupid and are oten derived fro mour favorite media venues, including the works of Strong Bad, found at homestarrunner.com. Other references may include Georgia Nicolson, Freedom Writers, Rent, and-um-other stuf....anyway! I thought I should explain this, to assure that anyone who happens to be bored enough to read our rants may not be quite as conflustered.
~~~~~~K

Flying Death Monkeys

My two great fears are dolls (which my mutti happens to collect- ooooh...) and needles. I can't even watch some stranger on TV get a shot. Even if it's animated. Badly.

So, naturally, I have to get a TB skin test for camp. I mean, I don't mind immunization (okay, yes I do, but I can tolerate it), but a test? I don't need a doctor to stab me and tell me there's nothing wrong.

Oh gosh. What if I DO have TB? Double merde with knobs. Ooh, internet chums, you won't abandon me if I have TB will you? I heard a radio thing on it, and it takes months to cure. Nyah! My life will be over!

Okay, calm down. I don't have TB... Probably. I'll know in 2 hours anyway.

Short Term Memory Loss

Ok, well there's this guy...(isn't there always?)...The other day I told him I liked him...(because I do)...and he sorta freaked out. Strangly, my announcement didn't seem to make things too akward, either that or he's just too nice to never talk to me again. This post had a point, I swear, but it seems it's been lost. I was going to ask for advice on what to do, but what can I do? I mean, I suppose its possible he likes me, but more likely he would have told me after I told him. Or maybe not....anyway, I am quite confused and at a loss. Last time I talked to him, he seemed to have utterly forgotten about our little encounter- Short Term Memory Loss or Denial are always feasible explanations.
~~K

Yeesh- What a muddled post!

Nettie the Nut

"What is that strange name?" you may ask. That would be a nickname for one of my four crazy pets, which actully outnumber the homosapiens in my household. The nut is a most interesting creature. Neffertiti, a cat named for the egyptian queen certainly lives up to her name. She knows that she practically runs the house, for the simple reason that we're deathly afraid of her potential wrath. When things don't go her way, she makes quite a show of getting on our laps, on our beds, and peeing. Right there. Also, we think she's a) schitzophrenic, b) psycotic, or c) both (a.ka. CRAZY). Furthermore, she's intelligent enough to teach herself how to open the back door and play trics on our other cat- a lethal combination. Did i mention that she likes to catch lizards? She doesn't just kill them either- no, that would be too humane. She likes to torture them andleave them half-alive and tailless for me to find behind bookcases. Can see why we're too scared to get her declawed?
~~~~~~K

Sunshine, Daisies, Buttermellow...

I've wanted a plant for a long time now. So mom got me a nice healthy plant. I put it on the windowsil and watered it.

I woke up the next day and a couple of flowers were drooping. I was concerned but couldn't grasp what I had done wrong.

Today I checked on it and nearly all the flowers had wilted. I moved it to a sunnier area and I just hope I haven't killed it already.

What did I do wrong? Why is my plant dying two days after I got it?

Your very own plant killer,
Keith

Mwuhaha, I Type From The Lappy in My Living Room!

Hola mi internet chums! Ish Keith. I suppose you want to hear my side of the infamous car crash? Fine then.

Well, officer, I was reaching down to open a new pack of Thin Mints (hey, we were hungry) when I was jerked backwards. Probably why the seatbelt marks make me look like I've been attacked by a large animal. Anyhow, it took me a while to realize I had dropped my glasses, which in itself is startling as I'm half-blind without 'em.

Anyway, you should be impressed, because not only were we facing in the opposite direction, we had managed to hit both the front AND the back of the other car.

And our airbags didn't go off. It was some big car we hit (An SUV? Bah, what do I know of cars?) so it hit above the airbag sensors. Not good, says I! I may start a petition to have airbag sensors higher in all cars. My sis could have died if she wasn't wearing her seatbelt. I mean, she already has a pretty decent dent in her chest from the steering wheel.

As K said, no one was hurt, although I feel rather sore today. Or perhaps that's just from dance practice. I felt like I'd never get out of bed this morning... But then again, I stayed up til 3 am setting this up with K. It's not like either of use could sleep.

All Shook Up

Well here begin the "exciting" chronicles of my life. Today was relatively exciting, actually. I got into a car crash. my friend, Keith's sister, was driving us to a show and we had found ourselves quite lost. She swerved into another car in the middle of downtown. It was so scary- one minute we were cruising along, trying to figure out which direction to go, and the next we were smashed in to another car. No one was hurt, but thank god we were wearing our seat belts. Then we just sorta had to stand around until the police arrived and took our reports. I was majorly stressed out and rattled, fidgeting and pacing. I'm never getting in a car again- not for a few days at least.
~~~K