Optional English is a Great Idea.

So, this week, (my last week of English 101) my teacher decided it was "optional."
Which is the best thing a college professor can do, really.
I'm in the computer lab at Clark, and I should be working on the homework for that class, but what's the point of not going to class if you're working?
Although I have seen about 10 kids from my English class actually doing productive things with their time off.
Oh well.

I am the poster child for a water bottle intervention.
If you look in my room at any given time you will see between 10-25
empty or partially drank water bottles.
I just can't help myself.
You know what they say- "A moment on the lips, forever in a landfill."
Or something like that.

Speaking of over uses of H20, I have a weird stomach ache from drinking too much aqua.
My stomach was growling really loud a few minutes ago.
I could go for a churro.

I'm very excited for Christmas vacation.
It's coming up so soon, and even though I have more BGHS time than Clark time,
it's only one class.
I need to work on making my friends' Christmas gifts and my Christmas list.
Fun fun fun.
I love listening to holiday music when it's actually Christmas time.
Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmas Time" is currently jamming in my headphones.
I really hope we get a massive snow storm this year.
21 Days!
p.s. Click the countdown days link, because I'm going to keep putting up new Christmas pictures.

We Can All Survive Two Days.

That's all.
2 DAYS.
Then sweet sweet freedom of our first official break of the year.
Well, bitter sweet for some college kids.
After the break we have 1 week until finals, but then almost a month off until new quarter begins.
YES.
I will be doing homework all day Wednesday and Thursday because I'm not celebrating Turkey Day until Friday.
It's hard to believe that it's this week.
I love Thanksgiving so so so so much.

I'm in ipod rehab.
Not by choice.
I had to quit my ipod cold turkey when it died on the treadmill, and I feel like the withdrawls are only getting worse, not better
over time.
If someone would just give me their ipod video classic for free, I'd be more than willing to make them cookies, or fudge or a sandwhich.
More than willing.

I re-pierced my nose for the 4th time last night.
It hurt so bad I was crying, but it was so worth it.
I hate piercing it on my own because it's not a fast simple process like the two times I got it done professionally.
But it saves $30-$40.
So worth it.

I will never smoke pot.
I will never smoke a cigarrette.
I will never smoke hookah.
I will never do any illegal drug.
And I honestly think I will never drink.
I mean all of that.
I wish people who said things like that actually did.
The other day I heard the excuse to doing things like smoking and drugs was, "Well. That's high school."
No.
No is what I couldn't say. But what I meant.
High School is NO excuse to engage in illegal activities.
If our generation is so set on "change" and acting like adults, then start setting good examples for future generations.
I'm ending friendships for repetitive bad choices made.
I'm not going to surround myself with people who lie to me about things they've done (trust me, I always find out) or people who I don't feel comfortable hanging out with because they might persuade me to do things that are wrong.
I've got enough will power to say no.
That's not the problem.
I just don't want to be sucked into their mess.
I've shed way too many tears over trying to mend friendships. I now realize I'm not going to try and fix something that I'm better than.
I'm going to live a productive life filled with ups and down, but I won't be under the influence for any of it.
And that is a pretty incredible thing to say.
If you don't like it, then I'm not sorry.
I'm perfectly okay with not having a lot of friends for now, if that means I know I'm doing good things with my life.
More time to focus on family, school, and my future.
You can't lie to me for so long and expect me to be okay with that.

Whoa.
How come every time I start writing a bunch of emotional stuff just comes out?
I don't know.
But I'm okay with it.
It's time to watch a chick flick and do some laundry.
Tomorrow is Monday....and Thursday.
Oh heck to the yes.

this will be a short blog

Im at Clark on saras iPod touch and its hard to type on but I thought I would post a blog since I am incredibly bored. So...I guess that's all. One week until thanksgiving and one week and one day until my family gets to celebrate it! Okay now I'm done.

Sometimes

Sometimes all I need is someone to vent to and some Regina Spektor.
It's a feeling where I want to cry, and feel like I'll feel better after.
But I feel like if I cry tonight, I won't stop until I get everything off my chest in the form of tears.
I'm happy, I'm just in a weird place.
All I know is my chest hurts and I seriously feel like tears are a-comin'.

The Blog Of Music Videos

Here is every song that makes me feel good at this exact moment.
Maybe someday I (or you) will look back and enjoy these songs when I (or you) am/are feeling down.

I got Disco Fever

Have you ever had those nights where you just want to go to a city and explore?
And Just appreciate every little thing?
I have that exact feeling right now.
It's no fun when you can't actually follow through with it.
Man being 18 is gonna hit me hard.
It's like I can do anything I want. (Besides of course drink and gamble...neither of which sound applealing so that's okay.)
Not that being 16 is bad, because it's not and I'm not locked up or anything.
I like how it is right now.
Well, not how my life is going, because I'm always stuck, but I like knowing that I can appreciate being 18 for what it is when the time comes.
If I was given too much freedom growing up, I really don't think being 18 would be as exciting as it is now.

In 5 days I will have had my blog for ONE year!
Nostalgia Nerd comes to the rescue once again.

I want to write.
A Book.
That's all I'm going to say.

Turkey day is in 17, count 'em, 17 days!
I love me some Thanksgiving.
My house always smells awesome, we have quiche, and there is a parade.
Watching the musical performances on the Macy's Parade is so much fun.

I love my college (high school) english class.
It's practically filled with all high school juniors.
Except for 1 girl who just graduated, and 3 married people.
But everyone makes these intelligent remarks, which only a few people laugh at. And some laugh too hard.
It's just fun.
"I'm President. I'm here at Area 51. SHOW ME THE ALIENS. NOW."

If anyone knows some good volunteering places, let me know.
I haven't volunteered in such a long time, and it feels about time.
Not because it's almost the holidays.
It's just been way too long.

I'd like to thank this time to thank all the veterans.
Not just because we get a day off of school tomorrow,
but I really do appreciate everything they've fought for.
Because of their work, we can say whatever we want.
So, if you hate veterans, feel free to say so, and then you can turn around and thank them for fighting for your right to speak your mind.
Oh, and one more thing.
SAY THE PLEDGE. Or get out of America, because I'd much rather have someone who cares about their country, then someone who has no respect for it.

The rain was good to me today.
My hair stayed straight even through treacherous downpour.
And it was beautiful!

It's about time to get controversial up in here.
Well, not really. I'm just going to talk about God.
Who, after some time, I've realized really is real, and I do 100% believe in Him.
I always felt weird or embarrased admitting that, but now I don't.
I have NO reason to.
So what if someone criticizes me for believing? It's MY belief.
I'm not going to deny God just so I'll fit in during these 100 or so years on Earth.
My ultimate goal is Heaven. I can't imagine spending eternity in Hell for trying to look cool for some friends.
I wish everyone believed in God.
Because I do not want to go to Heaven, and know that I have friends who don't believe.
But I won't shove my religion down your throat. Since I hate it when others do that to me.
I'm here to talk to anyone, but please, if I don't shove my ideas onto you, don't shove yours onto me.
If you believe in God and Jesus, I highly recommend getting it out there.
It doesn't even have to be saying it to someone, but just know that you do, and never deny it.
Life is so much bigger than we can fathom, and I know that God has so much to do with it, or rather, everything to do with it.
There's my schpeal.

I cannot wait to travel.
I'm sure you are all tired of hearing about my travel dreams.
But you gotta dream a little dream, no?

I love writing. So much. I could write everyday for the rest of my life, and be perfetly okay with that.
Okay I feel a lot better about this vent session.
Which is exactly what every blog is to me. A vent session is.
Since I believe my friends are getting sick of me venting to them.
Not like I talk to any friends anymore, really.
Feeling friendless is weird.
And in an odd sense, I'm okay with it. Just a little bit. Mostly I miss my friends.
Chelsey, Cierra, Izzie, Sophie, and most of all Renee-
We need to hang out soon.
Call me up sometime.
I miss you guys.

Wow.

Sometimes things happen...
Hah.
I can't even describe how pissed and surprised I am.
I feel like an idiot.
And I also feel awesome.
Fuck.

I'm Really Freaking Sick

Of how I am right now.
I would not call it a high point in my life at all.
I'm not depressed or anything but I am in a rut,
and what's worse than being in a rut is that I realize it, and I haven't done anything to get out of it.
Well that's about to change.
I am seriously not going to keep going on like this.
It's hard to explain, but I can clearly see every point where I am going wrong in my life.
I wouldn't call this some deep dark statement, it's just a realization.
I'm much too youn, that's all I have to say.

Hello, High School.

Tonight, I'm making a list of everything I want to do before my high school career is over.
1 year and 2 months to go. I am very excited.
BRING IT BGHS.

MY 100TH BLOG!!!

I just realized that it was!
Well, it may not be my 100th POSTED blog, but it's my 100th attempt.
Whoa.
How time flies.
In 2 days, I will have had my blog for 12 months.
THAT'S A YEAR.
I have to say I am so glad I started this blog, because it's helped me record my highs, lows, and everything inbetween.
I am too sentimental.
Oh well, I like it.

Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve. Or today is.
I'm not sure which, but I'm excited!
Sam, Janelle, Sara (I'm gonna make her) and I are all going trick-or-treating!
I have no clue what I'm going to be, but it will be homemade and I have brown face paint, so I will probably be a black person of some sort.
I'm not trying to be offensive in ANY way I just love painting my face.

I'm really sick of friendships withering.
I just feel like everyone's friendship has a different story as to why I don't feel close to them anymore, and it has hit me with everyone of my friends.
Which is a crappy feeling, I'll tell you that.
Don't try and guess who you are, or do, and don't ask me.
I'm just gonna vent for a minute.
-Every single day we used to hang out, and I haven't seen you in WEEKS. But I hope that changes because I really really really miss old times more than anything.
-I really thought you were gonna be the person who didn't fall into that crap. I'm not mad, I just thought you were smarter than that. But that's not why I don't feel close to you. I hope that we start hanging out more, though because I miss it.
-I just miss you in general. We've been friends way too long to not hang out that much anymore. But I love talking to you everyday, you are the person I always text when I generally want to know what's up.
-I miss you probably the most out of everyone. It's weird how we went from best friends for life to people who you have to small talk with because we have nothing else to talk about in less than a year. I used to think you'd tell me everything in your life, and I would talk to you about everything, and now, no matter how much we say we miss eachother and never talk, I can't help but feel it will never be the way it used to be. I miss inside jokes with you, and music, and late night texts when either of us were crying and just needed to vent.
I remember the month I knew we had changed in friendship.
And as cliche as this may sound, I wish we could rewind from that month back and keep playing it over and over, so I would never have to lose you as a best friend.

I'm just in a nostalgic mood.
Not an essay writing mood.
So I think I'll avoid that some more, and think about old times.
Ho Hum
Sorry the 100th blog ended up kinda sad.

Damn I Love the Irish.

Does anyone else think it's brilliant

That Ben Fold's, "Hiroshima" has benny and the jets in it?
It's technically called, "Hiroshima (b b b benny hit his head)."
It took me a few times of listening to it, even after reading the title to realize the back melody.
Just thought I'd make everyone a little more musically informed, if you didn't know.
And if you did, go listen to the song again and just enjoy it.
I think it's gonna be so funny if someday my kids pick up and old Ben Fold's CD or something, and first ask what a CD player is, and then tell me that they love him.
And they will put all his songs on their ipods or whatever invention we use for music then.
Maybe when I'm pregnant I'll just put earphones up to my stomach playing Ben Folds and Ben Folds Five.
But probably not, "You Don't Know Me" or "Bitch Went Nuts" since that could send a bad message to my unborn child.
"Rockin The Suburbs" and "Best Imitation of Myself" should be fine, though.
Enough chit chat, I've got dishes to do.

Crying Out For a Thrill

I want, no no, need a scary movie to watch.
Not some low budget, low quality scary movies, but a good one to make me scream.
It's almost Halloween and what is the grand total of scary movies I've seen this month?
That would be zilch.
That's just down right un-holiday of me.

I have my first ever college midterm on Tuesday.
I even get to use the ever so official "blue book."
If that's not life altering, I don't know what is.

Rilo Kiley just may be my favorite band.
Well, they are definitely in the top 5.
I just want to live life when I hear them.
I hope I have a boyfriend someday who will one day put on a Rilo Kiley song when we're together, and I'll be so happy he loves them too and we will just sit and enjoy the song.
God I'm such a cornball.
But that sounds so nice.
It's shocking that I have no crush.
Well, I have a crush, but not an official person I like.
I wish I did.
More than that I wish I had a boyfriend.
But I guess you can't rush these things if you plan to enjoy them.

The Office this week made me laugh literally outloud on more than one occasion.
This season is kicking primetime ass, I gotta say.
"Its easier to bang. That's what she said."
I seriously popped out a laugh.
Which made me laugh more.
Keep up the good work, NBC.

My eyetwich is back. Bum Bum Bum.
I had the worst eyetwitch in 8th and 9th grade.
And the twitch made me worry, which as you can guess, made my eye twitch more.
Now I just get them randomly, and only for a few minutes.
And it's funnier now, not freaky.

I do not want to sleep. I want to stay up and enjoy my Friday and the only day I won't spend this weekend cramming my cerebrum full of US History chapters.
I don't want to get up and take Tito to Alder Creek Vet.
I look foward to the weekend every week, staying up late, sleeping in, and whatnot.
But by Friday night I'm so tired from the week, I'm out before midnight.
I wish I could be more creatively satisfying to you and me, but my eyelids are controlling my evening.
And they are closing...

The Act of Being Single.

Or in http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/single's words:
"bachelor, companionless, divorced, eligible, free, living alone, loner, separated, sole, solo, spouseless, unattached, unfettered, unmarried, unwed"
FUCK EVERY DEFINITION OF THE WORD.
except bachelor since I'm not a dude.

It's Unbe-weave-able

I wish I had a weave just so I could say that all the time, and pull it off.
Instead I sound whiter than I already am, or like I have one of those weird little kid accents.

I love putting my feet over the heater when it's running but the worst feeling ever is when the heater just randomly shuts off, and I feel like my feet got submerged in ice.
That's why I have on my lap what I like to call "plan B."
A blanket that can quickly be thrust upon my feet after the heater shuts off, thus resulting in warm (or at least luke warm) feet.
And they said you had to pass algebra to be smart...

It's 6:10 on Sunday night, and have I started my homework?
Nope.
I have so much to do and I can't believe I've yet to begin.
So, this will be a semi-short blog since education comes first.
Or is supposed to.
Sometimes I miss high school alot.
But does high school offer free cocoa, tea, and coffee EVERY morning?
Why no, no they do not.

I wish it was warmer.
How typical is it that as soon as it changes seasons to the season I've been yearning for, I miss the last one.
I guess I could have a pool party to bring back some good old summer memories, but what fun is swimming in ice?

Do you ever get a craving to stay in a hotel?
People make your beds, it's a new setting, it's clean (or so they say) and it's just fun.
The Battle Ground Hotel does not seem very fun, but they have a pool.
I just want to stay in a hotel in some big city.
Even Portland will do.

It's so weird when people you know who live in the same town as you move
to some big, new, exciting place.
You never expect people from your hometown to move away to cool places, but they do.
Although most kids here go to Clark or WSU.
I'm going to pass on that.
I hope kids that are in high school after I graduate think, "Oh, Kymi, I remember her...she moved to New York City. High Five for her!"
Maybe they won't say, but I'm still moving.

My HOT feet and my new music are out.

T-Minus 12 Days

Wait.
T-Plus 12 days.
That's how long it's been since I've blogged.
So, I'm sure you all assume I have been doing much much more fascinating things, but that my friends, is where you would be wrong.
Not that life isn't good right now, because it is.
It's just very...dull.
I haven't really left my room all day.
My dirty, in much need of a cleaning, funky smelling room.
With no DVR.
But-I am in charge of planning, shopping for, and cooking all our dinners starting next week.
And believe it or not, I'm really excited.
I haven't cooked in a long time and I miss it. And grocery shopping by myself makes me feel grown up (especially when I can drive myself there)

Would it be a Kymi blog without a music shoutout?
I have yet to hear a Miniature Tigers song that I dislike.
It's like they don't know how to make a bad song.
Although, I haven't heard all of the songs off their new album, "Tell it to the Volcano" (genius album name, I might add.)
But I think I'm going to buy it next week.
Not like I currently have an ipod to put the songs on, but songs don't expire.

I wish I had juicy boy gossip to spill out onto here, but I really don't.
Not like my life is normally filled with boys beyond belief, but I don't even have a crush.
Pathetic, right?
All I do is stare at the cute boy in my U.S. History class and picture what he would look like when laughing, or when taking pictures, or other fun everyday activities we could do as a couple.
I'm such a creep it's unbelievable.

My mind is engulfed in New York City thoughts lately.
It's been my dream since I was 9, if you exclude last year when I had my heart set on Hawaii.
Well, I do still want to apply to UH and Hawaii Pacific University, but they come second to New York.
I even wrote out a pro and con list of both states and their colleges on a note to Cierra.
Weather was a big factor, but now I've decided I want to move to Manhattan so bad not even freezing cold temperatures could stop me.
Everytime I see NYC on tv, (which happens more frequently than I would have imagined) I start thinking about college again.

I miss CASEE. ALOT.
College is awesome, (all of my classes were cancelled yesterday, and I even debated if I should go because I love hanging out there with friends and getting new stuff and people watching) but CASEE was the best.
I really want to go back next year, but things change, and it's not like all my friends are going back.
But I've always wanted to be in Mr. Hogg's class (after surviving Watrin it's like I've earned it.)
And I think it would be awesome to be an upperclassmen there.
To ease my CASEE-missin' blues, I think I'll go there sometime soon and take a walk on the loop trail or something.

Lost comes back in January...
I'm excited but DAMN YOU Abc for making me wait so long.

I can't think of anything exciting that's happened recently.
Well, Gundy's volvo did break down on my street the other day, which was pretty funny.
Sara and I pulled up from Clark, and were talking about who the random number that kept calling me was, when we saw Gundy (waving the cell phone that was the random number) and Garret with two cars in front of my neighbor's house.
We soon found out that Gundy's Volvo stopped working when he tried to make it up the hill on our street, so we drove back to our house to find starter fluid, which we didn't have, nor did we know what it looked like.
Garret drove to our house to park his car, but I don't remember why, and then ran back to where we were.
Then Sara, Garret, and I pushed Gundy's car ALL the way down our street thinking that that would start the car, but of course it was an automatic. Ha Ha.
When my parents got home, they looked at it and weren't sure what was wrong either, so Garret and Gundy went and got starter fluid which they didn't need, and Gundy called his dad and found out something slipped off in the car.
So, we sat in Garret's car, met Woodrow, and listened to his very loud speaker system.
All I know is I am not buying a volvo anytime soon. Sorry Chelsey.

I sure am in a traveling mood.
Whether it be to New York or a foreign country, I'd be there in a second if someone just handed me a ticket.
I don't think I ever get out of traveling moods, come to think of it.
But do I travel? Nope.
When I turn 18-watch out seven continents-you're about to get explored.
That sounds like a creepy pick-up line..."You're about to get explored."

I've said it before, and I'll say it again-I'm an awesome cupid.
Last night at the game, I brought Izzie over to her knight-in-shining-trumpet player. (Or some other instrument that's in the band that he plays.)
And she got two hugs. And had the biggest grin on her face.
Needless to say Cierra, Sara and I were screaming in the stands.
Kymi-Cupid strikes again.
I'm thinking about picking up a career as the white, female version of Hitch.
Just a thought.

I have an essay to write that I've had a week and a half to write.
I haven't started, and it's due in 48 hours.
It's times like these that make me miss summer.

Everyone is at homecoming right now, having a wonderful time, I'm sure.
Maybe I'll stop being a social outcast and attend winterball this year.
Who knows.
I just know that I've got an essay I need to avoid like the plague.

Not the Worst Monday

So, today is Monday, which just screams bad day but it wasn't at all.
I drove to BGHS for the first time ever...which is very exciting!
And Sara and I got our parking pass thing, and we only have one class at the high school, so we get to park up front and that's pretty sweet.
Clark was good, too. I got 100% on my quiz!!
I was hoping for a C at best, but an A+ is much much better.
English went by reall fast, too.
And in the hour I have after class where I sit and do homework, there was a semi cute boy who asked if he could sit across from me, and I was totally being a creeper and texting Brooke all about my inferences on him.
I also drove tonight for the first time at night, and I gotta say, this whole driving thing is amazing.

I'm watching True Life: I'm Living off the Grid
which is like an hour long documentry on people who choose to live in the woods for a year at a camp.
It's all living off nature, and finding your own foods and being one with the environment.
Which is awesome. I was pretty jealous since they have so much courage to go a year without music, television, driving, electronics, everything.
It didn't actually sound too bad for a while.
But heres the thing-once a month they get to go back to camp and use computers and cell phones and everything for a few hours.
If you're going to do something that consumes a year of your life, you may as well commit to it.
And when they were in the woods eating raw fish guts, they had a Walmart PLASTIC bag.
Way to stick it to the man, guys.

It's time for bed...or The Hills.

Hello Old Friend

I haven't blogged in a while, so here we go.

It rained today. On and off. But at some points when it did, it poured.
And it was wonderful.
I walked to a completely different hall without an umbrella or hood, and in flip flops,
just so I could enjoy the rain.
And of course during my hour while I wait for Sara to finish her last class, I sat on a couch in my favorite hall at Clark, and read my book and enjoying the rain that was echoing.
Needless to say, it was awesome.

I take my license test tomorrow.
I probably shouldn't write about it, incase I don't pass, but I won't be too embarrassed if I fail.
It's not like I'd be the first to fail, and I certainly wouldn't be the last.
But I'm thinking positive.

College homework is rough.
When they say it is, they actually mean it.
And saving homework until the night before it's due is just about the stupidest idea in college.
I've learned that lesson the hard way a few times this week.

It's only 11:30 ish and I am so tired.
So that's probably why this blog is so boring.
I promise I'll write more when I'm not half asleep.

P.S. Read, "Life As We Knew It"

For Youuuu

"Bruises" by Chairlift just might be my song of the week. Or month. Or life.
It's such a..."something big is going to happen in life, and we all have a purpose" kind of song.
And really what more could you ask for in four minutes and 1 second?
I can't think of any better way to spend 59 seconds shy of 5 minutes.
Wow maybe applied algebra has improved my math skills. Maybe it's too soon to tell.
Today we circled pairs.
Watch out Yale, here comes a girl who's really good at circling things.

Start to hide the kids, Kymi passed the first part of her license test.
Third person isn't something I usually talk in, but hey, it's Wednesday.
I don't know why they call it the written, since it's on the computer.
Maybe no one calls it that anymore, and I just missed the memo.
Either way, I passed.
After having a mini heart attack at the computer, since I skipped the first one, and missed the second.
But after all was said and done, I only missed one, and I had to skip a few.
Plus, slipping a Benjamin to the DOL guy didn't hurt.
I'm kidding.
But it was definitely an option.

So, my best friend got herself a lunch date with a guy she's in love with.
And I am a great part of that.
Sure, she lives in Indiana, but I told her to get some balls and ask him for his number.
Which she did in a sly way, and BAM, the next day, DATE.
I'm sooo happy for her. It's the happy only a best friend can be for her best friend.
But I'm also jealous.
Really jealous.
Since we were the last 2 single girls from "the group."
And now that places me as the VERY last one to never go on a date.
Perhaps I'll cry myself to sleep tonight.
It seems fitting for a night like this.
And I guarentee she's going to read this, and then call or text me saying something super sweet
because I said I was going to cry, and then I'm gonna cry more because I have the nicest bff ever and no boyfriend.
This, my friends, is what we call a double whammy.
Can I blame her for being amazing and getting a date with a babe? No.
Can I wallow in self pity? You betcha.

My counselor for BGHS has a rock garden in her office.
I just thought that was pretty cool.
Maybe I'll get myself one of those.

I found my dream college. It is the place I've been looking for that I didn't know I wanted until I found it.
Will I tell everyone what it is?
Noo.
Because you all will apply there after you find out how awesome it is, then take my spot there, and I will be stuck at Clark for 4 years.
And that's just not okay with me.
It's sad to think this is how my brain works.
I was reading student blogs from the college, and a girl on there was living my dream. Literally.
And I started to tear up. I don't know why, but I did. It just hit me that people out there fulfill their dreams, and there is hope for going to college and doing what I've always wanted to do, where I want to do it.
Which is one of the greatest feelings I've ever had. Besides sneezing.
There aren't a whole lot of things that feel greater than sneezing.

Butt punching.
Two words that strike fear into the hearts of teens around the world.
Well maybe not the world.
But Janelle, Sara, Sam and I sure don't like to get butt-punched.
I think I made it up when I punched Sara in the butt the other day.
I guess the title is kind of self explanitory.
But it didn't stop there. Oh no.
Today I got butt punched multiple times.
Once at Applebees, and I tripped and got a flat tire while doing it.
Then I punched Sam really hard in the arm and got mad at him, when it was Sara who did it.
So he shut a door on me.
This is a vicious cycle I guess.
So if someone is walking behind you, watch your back.
I mean butt.

Lately I can't wait to turn 18.
I've never been dying to turn 18, but it seems like a really good age lately.
Ever since I was 4, I've always known 17 is going to be my greatest year.
I don't know if a 4 year old is even allowed to make those kinds of decisions, but I did.
So, I really hope next year brings something great.
And I have a feeling 18 will, too.

People who drink/smoke and put pictures up on myspace look like idiots.
I don't think that makes you look cool at all. I probably never will.
I almost always look at pictures of people I know drinking or smoking or other illegal activities.
And what do you know? Everytime I lose more and more respect for them, and realize just how sad they are.
Way to go, guys.

My butt just twitched.
I'm assuming it's from all the unneeded pummels to my ass today.
And on that note, I'm done writing for today.

The Bens.

I've got a case of The Bens.
"The Bens" include...
-Ben Lee
-Ben Kweller
and
-Ben Folds
I bet you did not know that in 2003 they toured as "The Bens" in Australia.
Or maybe you did know. I didn't until just recently.
They are individual artists, they just toured together and did a few songs as a band.
I've loved Ben Lee and Ben Folds since about 8th Grade.
Ben Kweller I just recently fell in love with.
So, as an ode to these 3 wonderful wonderful wonderful boys, I will share with you a music video of my favorite song by each of them.
I'm just that excited.


First up, Ben Lee. After years of being in love with him, I re-fell in love after seeing this music video.
Try not to smile when you watch this. I guarantee you won't be able to.
Ben Lee -- Catch My Disease


Ben Folds is next.
This isn't the official music video, but it is my favorite song of his, for now.
It's new, too!


Last, but certainly not least...
Ben Kweller.

This is Ben Kweller's Grandmother, "Bubbie" dancing.
It really is her...check his website.


So, there you have it. My The Bens fever is not going to stop anytime soon, but this helped get out my excitement about them.
GO THE BENS!

I've been thinking as I do...

And I know this much.
I LOVE SARAH PALIN.
I wish she was running for president. Not that I don't like McCain.
Oh, and another thing...
I DON'T THINK OBAMA SHOULD BE PRESIDENT.
That's right. I said it.
Everyone is in love with him, but why?
I honestly feel he is just a fad. It's hip to vote for the young, part black, democrat.
That must be the reason since he hasn't proven any great leadership skills.
Did he serve?
Nope.
Did McCain? Yes.
AND Mccain was in a P.O.W. Camp, and when he was offered to be set free, he said, "No."
NO. No to a complete chance of freedom from an awful place. Because he didn't think it was fair that he left when there were other prisoners who had been there longer than him.
That's heroic.
He served for 22 years which shows his compassion for this country.
Obama on the other hand...
While giving a speech in Berlin said, “I come to Berlin as so many of my countrymen have come before, although tonight, I speak to you not as a candidate for president, but as a citizen — a proud citizen of the United States, and a fellow citizen of the world,”
I'm no speech expert, but I would like a president who can be both a citizen of the United States, and the World. Not one for certain times.
I love the World, and every country. But I am an American Citizen. AND a citizen of the World.
I think Sarah Palin is a huge reason of why I want McCain to win.
Plus, I just really hope Obama goes down.

Now onto something other than politics.
High School is full of soooo many chances to do something I don't believe in.
And I have plenty of people in my life who do things I don't agree with.
But the more and more I decide to keep being a clean, straight edge, good person, the more I realize I love not doing idiotic things to look cool.
For instance, marajuana.
Pot is one of the most pointless things to do.
And I think it is very ignorant to think it has no effect on the body.
Hmm...last time I checked depression, psychosis, schizophrenia, bronchitis, emphysema, heart attacks, strokes, and abnormalities in the brain were all NEGATIVE effects on the body.
Not to mention a 41% better chance of getting permanent psychosis. (Not being in touch with the real world)
I don't have the slightest clue why someone would want to put themselves at that much risk to look cool, really I don't.
If you are doing it to fit in with the rest of the World, just know that 4% of the World's adult population does it annually, and only .04% do it daily.
That's less than a percent.
So, if you really want to fit in, and have brain cells left, I'd skip the pot if I were you.
And guys-Coming from a girl's point of view, there is NOTHING sexy about guys who smoke pot, cigars,anything, or drink. I find it disgusting and trust me, your respect level drops big time by doing that.
You don't look like a grown up because you can smoke a cigar. You just reek and look like you wish you were older than you are. If are old enough to buy a cigar, then you're old enough to smoke one.
And drinking doesn't make you look any better, either. It causes you to make bad decisions that can hurt people. And nothing says attractive like barfing all night.
If you all want to change this generation, like you all say when you are high and feeling "intellectual", then put down the drugs and start setting good examples for the next generation.
Now there's an idea.

I don't hate growing up

My whole life I've wanted to grow up faster then it was happening.
This last summer I wanted growing up to stop so I could enjoy it.
I kept thinking that time is flying by, and I am going to grow up before I know it hits me.
I just wanted to go back to when I was younger, and re-live everything.
But now I'm realizing I do love growing up.
Today I walked into school as a junior.
A JUNIOR.
The people I was terrified of as a freshman, even more than seniors.
Granted, I had to use the giant map to find my only class, but maybe I'm just bad at directions.

School I thought was going to suck.
And it totally did not.
One class a day for 3 weeks? Check.
Seeing friends I missed? Check.
Sara and my car routine again? (this time in the SENIOR parking lot) Check.
Not over sleeping? Check.
Wrong Math? Check. But it almost felt right for today. Who knows maybe I'm destined for algebra, or greatness.
Cute Senior in math class? Check.

And would it be the school year without a bad sleep schedule? Of course not.
I didn't go to sleep until 2 last night, and I still got up with no complications.
Heck, it's 11 pm, and I'm blogging and doing laundry.
8 Hours of sleep eat your heart out.

What is the most exciting thing in the whole world at this very moment??
I GET MY NEW PHONE TOMORROW!
Lg Chocolate 3, here I come.
Or, here it comes to me since It's being shipped here.
It has an FM Radio Transmitter, and you can put on 250 songs, before you have to put in a new MicroSD card. Which I have.
And since I don't have an ipod right now, this bodes well for me.
Plus, it's baby blue!

My stomach hurts since I can't stop eating carrots.
Stupid little orange crunchy delicious nutritious healthy snacks.

The small range of boys that I like is surprising.
I swear it's the same type of boys I fall for everytime.
I'd love a boyfriend, I seriously would.
But if it's not in the cards for me right now, so what.
That will just make my first time falling in love that much greater.
I like myself. I don't hate myself at all for being single.
Wow, look at me all growing up.

I can't wait for all the holidays coming up!
Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas
I Love them all so much
As I get older, I learn to appreciate fall so much more.

Well, I have school in the morning (man that's not as weird to say as I thought it would be)
and even though I'm not tired, I should try sleeping.
I can't believe how much I love school this year.
I have a feeling junior year is going to be one of the greatest.
Life is so fun.

Eeeeeeets-uhhhh-b-loggggg

That was me using my phonetic talk.

So guess who had their surprise birthday party tonight?
Why, that would be mwua!
It was such a good birthday
My family and friends are the greatest

I've come to realize that I am drifting away from certain friends.
A lot of my friends, actually.
And I miss them, don't get me wrong.
But neither side of the friendships have made the effort to stay connected, so I'm not completely torn up about it.
Maybe this new year will mean new friends, new adventures, new love (who am I kidding that never happens) but who knows?
I am still close with certain people, and I never want that to change. You have to have some friends that you will always be close with.
But sometimes the best friends who you can tell anything to, become the friends that you don't really know what to talk about anymore and I guess that's okay. It sucks. But it happens.
I guess it has a big part to do with when a group of friends branches off and goes into mini-groups.
And then its like cliques.
I'm guilty of it, but I hate it when people do it.
It's all so hard to explain, but I miss how things used to be.
It hasn't been the same with my group of friends in waaaay too long. I can actually pin-point exactly when and why it changed.
But it's not like I can do anything about it now, since that pairing up decision probably won't change.
And if it does, I don't even think it would be the same.
Everyone can try and guess who I'm talking about, but I doubt you will figure it out.
Don't get all torn-up or up in arms if you think I'm talking about you.
I'm probably not.

Izzie is the greatest.
I'm just gonna throw that out there.
I love reading her stuff (someday she'll read my novel..haha) and she is so supportive.
Now THAT is a friendship I'm glad is getting closer.
She really does not seem like the, "I'm gonna ditch you for something else" type. Really, she doesn't.
Mornings at BGHS...watch out.

The Ramones have a way of making you feel cool.
Listening to them just makes you want to do something powerful for your own generation, and like you are connected to a previous one.
What more can you ask for in a song?

My lips are chapped. More than usual lately. I think it could be the change in the weather. But I do live in a weather bipolar state, so my lips should be acclimated by now. Guess not.

I feel like I've lost my ability to write. Or to write well. Maybe I never wrote well before, but I was always pleased at how my words sounded. And now I'm not.
Maybe I should hang up blogging for a while.
I write much better drafts in my head, anyway.

I wonder how many teens are out there right now wanting to do something creative.
I know I sure am.
Maybe, just maybe, if all of us yearning-artsy-wannabe-hopefuls get together, we can make something beautiful.
How does one go about tracking down people who are bored and feeling artsy? I haven't a clue.

My Writing is making me more and more depressed. I hate the way my words sound.
I don't know whose idea it was to stick all the emotions in teenagers, but it was a dumb idea. I am getting emotional over how my WORDS sound.
Piss.

Growing Down

We're all guilty of it.
Saying, "I wish I was young again." or "Why can't it be like how it was when I was young."
But let's face it.
Unless Doc from Back to The Future figures out this whole time travel thing, we are stuck in the here and now.
And is that really such a bad place to be?
Because I'm sure ten years from now we will all look back and remember how great this time was.
So, why not make an effort to make today and everyday something to miss when we're older?
Just a thought.
I shouldn't be coming up with meaningful advice at 2:30 AM.

My dog just barked and made my heart stop.
Since it was silent downstairs.
Love them German Shepards.
I remember in 6th grade everyday Ryan Byslma and I would argue about if it's better to buy a German Shepard in Germany or not.

Recently I've realized I get these sudden bursts of creativity, or overwhelming emotions about life, and I just have to get it out.
So, as a girl who is living in the 21st century, where should I turn?
My blog, of course.
And yet, I always seem to come up short on portraying exactly what I am thinking.
Perhaps an interpretive dance would do the trick.

Summer is drawing to a near.
Wait. Scratch that.
I don't even want to think or talk about school.
This is one of those things that I sweep under the rug, and don't talk about in high hopes that maybe, just maybe it will dissapear.

I hate being jealous of people who seem like they have everything you want.
It is seriously such a crappy feeling.
I really hope someone out there is thinking right now, "Wow. I want to be just like Kymi. No, I want to be her. She seems to have it made."
That's not to sound conceided but I would just like knowing someone looks up to me.
And I hope someone looks up to them, and so forth.
But I do feel bad for the person at the bottom of this looking-up-to-chain.

My shortcomings of writing are getting worse and worse. And I should probably catch some z's anyway.
I wish I knew if people actually read this blog.

It kills me to say this.

But I may actually like The Shins.
Okay maybe love.
I was so so so against them, for no reason other than I thought they royally sucked.
But now, man, I don't know.
Crap.

I don't even know what to entitle this.

There is really no point of this blog.
It's more of a...vent session.
Alright, here we go. Let's drain the brain bitches.

1. I got my schedule fixed up today.
So, that means I have Geometry first period (even though I should still be in algebra...)
and then the rest of the day I have classes at Clark.
Thank God.
But I still have to register for Clark on the 25th. I just wish all my classes would sign up for themselves since college crap is confusing.
I decided I'm just gonna stick with 2 classes for the first semester at Clark. US History 146, and English 101 which are required.
I can do electives later, but I'm not gonna get a full load, just because I can.
So, that makes a grand total of 3 classes. Holllaaaa

2. Phone shopping. Oy Vey.
I LOVE getting new phones. Probably more than I should.
But I just can't deciede. Everytime I do, something is wrong with it.
Or there is too much monthly payment.
So now I'm just pissed more than excited.
Maybe I'm just being dramatic.

3. Since when did my ipod decide to be full of shit??
I put it on shuffle, and I am hating EVERY song.
Sure, I put them on there, but I can't get any good indie or alternative music at all.
It's christmas music. Lots of it.

4. You know when you aren't attracted to anyone UNTIL you have a dream about them. I totally had that today.

I just felt like venting.
I will still respect you if this blog bored you.
It bored me too.

My heart goes out to failed attempts at the news.

Video Productions was one of my all time favorite classes so far in my academic career.

Although I left after the first semester to go to CASEE, I really did like the class.

I was thinking about this tonight, and the random videos Foster would always show us.

This one being a favorite.

So, here's to Louis.

The worlds worst (but most persevering) weatherman.

Realizations of a Camping Trip.

So, this past weekend I went camping at Battle Ground Lake State Park.

Normally I don't call it "State Park" but incase you were wondering if it's an official state park, then yes it is.

I've been camping there a bazillion times, and have spent the past 7 summers swimming out there all summer.

But this most recent trip, I came to a few conclusions.

So, here we go.

1. Battle Ground Lake has some very cute park rangers. And of course, I look like crap when I camp. I mean, I am not an extremely superficial kind of person, but still, it would have been nice not to look like a yeti when there are such good looking boys out there. Remind me to apply there.

2. Battle Ground Lake has a ranger that very quickly earned the nickname, "Barney Fife."

I'm pretty sure he is one of the people who think they have a lot more authority than they actually do. Just by announcing, "Park Ranger" upon every arrival, doesn't necessarily mean people will bow down to you. Although you can never underestimate the power of a goatee and a bicycle.

3. I hate the heat. More specifically, heat that is over 100 degrees. 

Sunshine is great, but there is such a thing as overkill. 

4. My family has a thing for "The Ove Glove." I guess it is quite an appealing item, though. What other item do you know of that can be placed on your hand and withstand temperatures of up to 480 degrees? Not a mitten, that's for sure.

5. Reading by flashlight outside by the fire is really the best way to go. No one is talking, there are just a few people or cars walking by, and it's so peaceful. On the duration of my trip, I finished a book, got about 60 pages into the next, and even threw in some Shakespeare. Because I just have to see what all the fuss is about.

6. I love watching little kids. As creepy as that last sentence sounds, it's not. We had neighbors camping who had two adorable little kids. The little boy and little girl would change sports whenever they didn't get how to play it, and hug eachother when they didn't do so well.

Why can't life be like that? Drop what you will never be able to grasp, and hug it out once in a while.

7. Cougars come up much more in everyday conversations than I would have assumed. Not cougars, like the ferocious animal, but cougars as in the ferocious much-younger man hunting older women. I just love hearing about those crazy mid-life crisis love affairs.

8. Gilly Suits are a whole lot funnier at night and at campgrounds. Sara and I could not stop laughing when we followed Joey around to various campsites while he swiftly moved past and made Chubaka noises. Especially when the little girl freaked out and her dad was laughing the whole time.

All in all it was a great trip, even though it was much too hot for my liking. But I can never say no to nature. 

And I think I'm just going to start randomly driving up there during the week to go read in the woods. 

Wow I sound like such a nature/knowledge nerd. But I'm sure someone can relate.

If the mood fits,

Blog about it!

I am literally falling asleep...but I am in such an amazing, hopeful, excited mood, that is was impossible to sleep without letting out some good ol' creative energy.

Nothing amazing happened tonight.

I went to the fair, which was great, but it's not like something hit me, that made my thoughts go crazy. They just did it on their own. 

All I can think right now is about how I wonder when we will realize we are having "the times of our lives."

I'm sure in 5, 10, 20, 50 years we'll all look back to now and think, "Wow, I was really living"

But it's not as if we think that on a day to day basis.  Maybe it's just me, but it always hits me just how great life is when I'm thinking about memories, more so than when I am actually living the moment.

That's fine with me, it's just something to ponder.

Wow...

I am so tired.

So many things are running through my head, but I think the fact that my eyes are on the brink of shutting down for the night is too over powering right now.

All I know is I want to write.

A lot.

I want to write articles, novels, life-altering words someday, and now.

My blogs haven't been astounding lately, but I just know I will write.

Ahh

I am so tired

and so full of thoughts.

I need someone to talk to right now and just talk about life.

In the best way possible

It's a mush feeling

That I just sunk into.

I honestly feel like I want to cry, for reasons I don't get.

(I was almost gonna put "for reasons I don't know why" but it would have rhymed, and that just isn't the kinda vibe I want to put in this blog.)

Little Jackie has been playing non-stop for 2 days, but right now it's just too cheery.

A few of The After's songs will do.

I don't mean to be so depressing, but I just feel kinda crappy right now.

Not crappy like sick, just bummed.

I have had a great day, though.

The Fair is always a fun point in the summer.

I saw Kaitlyn, who I missed a bunch, and Maren (we decided we will go to coffee soon)

so that was awesome.

I kind of want to cry, but I don't know if I'm that bummed, yet.

I shouldn't put this much thought into my tear ducts I'm assuming.

Maybe I'll just read.

Or sleep.

But sleep always seems like a bad thing to do when you're upset. I say cry or talk it out.

Never go to bed upset.

I really want a boyfriend.

Or just a crush and someone to adore.

Is that so much to ask?

Of course it is.

I feel like releasing some creative energy, or doing something productive.

No. Since that might make me feel better.

I just want to sulk.

Ugh I am in such a shitty mood it's ridiculous.

The wait is over

I'm back from Shasta, and let me tell you, it was amazing.

I have soooo many stories to tell, but I am not feeling like writing out all 7 days of my experience, so you'll have to take my word on it.

...chapstick break time.

 It's not like you are taking a break, I guess, since you all just keep reading.

The neighbor's stupid dog won't shut up.

I reaallllllly miss Brooke.

It's not fair having your best friend living so far away that you can't drive to her house when you want to cry, or just go to coffee.

I know no one said life is fair, but I miss her so much more than she'll know, and I can only tell her over the phone.

I love Little Jackie

"The World Should Revolve" is such a great song

I just may be wearing it out, though.

I tend to do that with all new songs I love. I listen to them non-stop for days, then I get sick of it before the week is up.

I'm trying my best not to do that anymore.

This week at Shasta I read about 500 pages, and I realized now more than ever, whenever I read a book, my thoughts start to sound like the author is saying them.

I don't think about anything different, but when I think things, it has the authors wording in it.

It happens with every single book I read.

Which makes it hard to tell what my thoughts actually sound like.

I probably sound like an absolute lunatic right about now, but it makes sense in my head.

(Whose thought's are currently sounding like Stephanie Meyer)

I wish I understood the world better, or myself.

I may only be 16 (oh yeah, I just had my birthday, I love being sixteen so much by the by!)

but I look at some teens who are my age, and just understand life.

I feel like there should be something more I am searching for.

Something to strive for, or feel complete about.

I sound like I'm going through a quarter-life crisis, but I'm not.

It's just I am looking for something, and that something is a mystery for the time being.

Don't get me wrong, I love who I am so much (although I hate my body for currently have hiccups that hurt) but I wish I was more sure of who I am or some sort of purpose.

I guess I just don't know how I feel right now.

Or perhaps I do, and I just can't figure out to explain it with words.

Maybe an interpetive dance would be better...

I want to paint my nails with the nail polish Brooke mailed me for my birthday.

She picked out two great colors, and I'm actually way excited.

 

This sounds awful, and I'm sure it's not true, but it seems like pretty people have things so much easier.

It's like, if they have a bad day, and they're crying, they can look in the mirror and be like, "Oh yeah...I still have that."

I'm so against people calling themselves ugly digging for compliments, and I'm not saying I hate how I look, it's just one of those "grass is greener" deals.

I probably sound extremely shallow, but I just hate looking at jaw droppingly gorgeous people, and wishing that I looked like them.

Go Society.

Wow I am in a bummed/thoughtful/weird mood so I'm gonna hang it up.

Maybe it's that I'm tired.

Maybe it's the jet lag from a 10 hour car ride.

Either way I feel sick and I have a head ache from hell.

I can't believe it's not even midnight and I feel like I'm more than half asleep.

It's one of those nights

Where the outside is just calling my name.

I want to pitch a tent or grab a sleeping bag and sleep out in my backyard.

It's summer, beautiful outside, and peaceful.

What more could I ask for?

I actually think I might take my laptop outside...it's so nice.

Sam, Janelle, Sara and I just had smores outside and cooked them 

on our patio bbq. Talk about delicious!

Too bad no one else will probably sleep out there, and

we have nature (i.e. Coyotes) out there.

Oh Michael Buble, don't ever stop singing with your pretty little voice...

The outdoors are so romantic.

But do I get anyone to share it with?

Nooope.

I have the perfect backyard/property to hang out with a boy

There are so many cool places to explore in the woods

And of course, I'm single.

Ahh I'm starting to think this whole single thing is going to last forever.

Alright I re-located outside and it's wonderful

But I am so not in a writing mood so I'm gonna stop.

3D is the new 2D

Journey to the Center of the Earth sounded like a sort of kiddie-movie, 

but OH MY GOD, it was amazing.

Probably the best movie I've seen all summer.

And the best part?? It was in not 1, not 2, but 3D.

The first official 3D Movie I've seen in theaters, and it was great.

I was screaming so much and gasping.

Not a lot of movies can do that to me, either. Plus, the theater was GIGANTIC

I would give it 2 thumbs up. Or should I say 3 (d) thumbs up.

Ha Ha such a cornball.

Cierra and Sara are the greatest....

So maybe I'm crushing.

Maybe.

I fall for boys too quickly, and I know this.

But does that stop me? Nope.

And exactly when you think you know who you like...in swoops one boy that you just can't have.

Greatttttt

I cannot hide my excitment...Shasta is in officialy 8 days!!

And Joe and William get here tomorrow.

Whoa that is so soon

It's gonna be such a fun July

Woohooo

I had a dream last night that I got drunk.

Now, I may have only had 1/2 a drink in the dream, but man it got me good.

Although it didn't hit until about an hour later. And like the sterotypical drunk I figured it was safe for all of us drunk girls to drive.

And then all of sudden this intense wave of guilt kicked in, and I realized my reputation of

a girl who has brains and chooses not to drink was gone, and I could never get that back.

Then I woke up and realized I was still a straight edge about drugs and drinking and felt much better.

Some may think it's pathetic that I only get drunk in dreams, and I still feel bad about it, but I take it as a sign that my parents raised me well.

High 5 for kids who make good choices!

It's a wonder I have any friends...

Microwaves...friend or foe?

Everytime I go to nuke something in that nifty little "cook-from-the-inside-out" machine, I fear that the radiation will kill me if I stand in front of it.

I've heard rumors, but who is to say if it's dangerous or not?

Maybe I'm being a hypocondriact but I'm not gonna be the test dummy in a death trap.

Google will probably tell me the answer.

So, until further research, I'll pass on standing in front of the microwave.

Unless I'm feeling like living on the edge.

I need to sink my teeth into some good books.

After seeing the movie tonight, I am considering checking out some of Jules Verne's books since the movie was amazing, and I hear the books are always better.

The stupid library makes it a rule so you can't check out a library book if you forget your card and don't have alternate i.d. 

I don't know about you, but I get such a rush checking out library books from someone else's identity, and then selling them on the black market.

It's 1 AM, and although I'm not tired I should probably be doing something other than rambling.

Ciao America

Ooh, gotcha with the mixed languages

I am one bilingual fool.

I get by with a little help from my friends

Cierra is probably the coolest friend in the whole entire universe.

Okay so Thursday I was supposed to spend the night at her house,

but I got sick that day. Like total cold/headache/sore throat. All that crap.

So I couldn't go. :(

And I was laying in bed, waiting until the shower was open and trying to nap.

Then my mom came upstairs and said that Cierra was at the door, and I was way confused but I went downstairs.

And in walks Cierra with 2 balloons (including one very cool Hannah Montana one), and like 4 Fred Meyers bags that had popsicles, soda, gatorade, cough drops, sunny d, and even airbourne.

It was the sweetest thing in the world!

I don't know what makes me deserve such a freaking nice best friend but Oh My God I love her!

I think that was the happiest I've ever been while I was sick

And I've already drank so much of what she bought me, and the popsicles are the only things that help my throat and they are DELICIOUS!

Cierra is amazing, that's all there is to it.

This is gonna be a really short entry since I need to get to bed, 

but just so all of you know, I am feeling a whole lot better thanks to Cierra.

Less than 2 weeks until Shasta!

My Mom: The Blog

After much praise and adoration for the "Sara Blog" my mom, a regular reader of this blog I hear, wanted a blog devoted to her.

And who am I to deny her this fun task?

Let's begin, shall we?

My mom isn't just my mom. Oh no. She is mother to all of my friends as well. She has a way of making my friends feel comfortable around her. I looove that about her.

Although I am willing to share, she is my mom. Mine. And I am so dang proud to say that.

Not only is she nice, but she is beautiful. She always has the cutest jeans and amazing highlights. Where do you think I get my amazing looks from? 

She was the one who taught my sister and I how to match clothes, shop for bargains, and that you don't always need makeup to be beautiful.

She has internal and external beauty which is something most girls would kill for.

So what else does this beautiful mother-figure have to offer? Talent, of course.

She is an award-winning engraver/carver, and is published in a book devoted to egg art.

She has talent that people work lifetimes for, and has developed it in about 3 years. No challenge is too great or no task too small. She always makes sure the job is done 110%, even if she is getting paid less than it's worth.

Carving and engraving aren't her only talents. My mom loves to play the banjo, and can pick up songs like you wouldn't believe. And she rocks out on the drums. That's right, the drums.

You may be asking yourself, "Shouldn't a mom be cooking and cleaning and not playing the drums?"

Well, she can do all 3, and have time to talk to us about our day to day life.

SHES THAT GOOD.

Here are some quick nifty facts about my amazing mom...

-She gives the best bear hugs

-She grew up on a ranch with produce and horses and everything

-She can surf

-She works at Fred Meyers

-She saved a boy from drowning

-She has the BEST daughter in the world.

Well, that's my mom in a nutshell.

Beautiful, talented, caring.

I would be lost without her and I don't think she'll ever understand how much I love her and look up to her because it just can't be put into words.

I love you sooo much mom & I'll always have time for our drive-by hugs

:)

Sara: Not just a pretty face

Sara Inger Nicole Heney.

Otherwise known as Saralami, Scarybear, or Sarabelle.

This sister has recently expressed that she would like a whole blog written about her.

So, here we go.

We met July 31, 1992. A beautiful day when one very special girl said, "Hello" to the world. (Yes, that's me.)

She is always there to watch an episode of Family Guy and crack up when Stewie says anything.

Right now she is laying on the floor across from me texting.

Oh, that's another thing-If we are going to do ANYTHING (driving, watch tv, talk) she can't do it until she finishes her text.

It's annoying at times, but kind of funny, since as soon as you open your mouth to talk she goes, "HANG ON!"

She is also a big fan of rap, and can memorize lyrics like you wouldn't believe.

Sara is a great driver, and drives a red Saturn Ion. (Way better looking than our neighbor's Ion)

Her dog is quite an interesting little thing, but is great at soccer.

She ALWAYS takes me to get mochas. And 99% of the time, she pays for them. Acutally, she pays for most of my stuff.

And she never complains about it.

One day when I get rich I'll pay her back.

She is a reaaaaaaally talented piano player, guitar player, and singer.

I am sooo jealous of her talent, and glad she doens't make fun of me when I sing off key in the car everyday

Oh, and for all you fellahs looking for a shot at love with Sara, well, here are some basic requirments.

-You must love Oldies

-You must be cute

-Preferably republican

-Christian (No love for Jesus, no love from Sara)

-Take a dance class with her (Salsa or Ballroom, heck, go crazy Hip Hop)

-Take her ice skating

-I hear she's looking for a blond, but if you aren't we can probably work around that

-You must be able to buy me nice stuff, since I'm letting you date my sister

-Take her horse back riding through that tunnel we always pass on the way to the lake

-Be a frequent shopper at Fred Meyers

-You CANNOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE be younger than Sara.

If you meet most of the requirments, let me know, and I can hook you two up.

She is the most beautiful person I know.

And the nicest by faaaaaar.

I wish I could be as nice, organized, pretty, considerate, thoughtful, devoted, or cool as her but that probably won't ever happen since she's set the bar pretty high.

Well, there you have it, Sara.

A blog written about you.

Now go clean my room, and buy me some coffee.

I LOVE YOU!

Nothing says palatable like menthol

Sore throats are my thing now, I guess.

Some bodily quirks we just don't get to pick, and I got stuck with this one.

Cough drops aren't tasty when your horking down menthol, but they work.

I think I just made up the word "horking." I smell trademark...

I'm going to Cierra's tomorrow!

I haven't spent the night at her house in FOREVER

Her house is always warm and toasty and smells nice and feels like a second home

Cierra is the longest friendship I've ever had

Since the 4th grade baby! 

I miss sooo much listening to the Rugrat's soundtrack, Spice Girls and Dream Street

and dancing and doing cartwheels in the front yard.

If I could go back to any time period, it would so be 4th grade.

I love Usta!

Embarrassing Kymi moment of the day?

I love the girl band Clique Girlz. The band has two 13 year olds and a 12 year old.

But they are amazing. "Then I Woke Up" has been playing non-stop for 2 days.

When there CD gets realeased, you better believe I'm buying it.

It just makes you feel great to be a young girl with her whole future ahead of her.

Wow, the corniness just keeps on coming...

College, college, college.

Otherwise known as options, options, options.

Hawaii has been 1st pick for a while. 

Manhattan has been a dream since pre-middle school.

Washington is a recent option.

I know, SHOCKING.

But Whitman College sounds like a great choice for school.

Downfall? It's in Walla Walla. And while I am a fan of their onions, I hear it's in the middle of nowhere. Which could be fun.

But probably not.

Seatlle is starting to sound nice.

It's only a few hours away from home so I can come home and visit on weekends, and it's an actual large city.

Plus, it has rain. And maybe just maybe Greys Anatomy will re-locate to Seattle, just so the show becomes more believable, and I will catch me some McHOTDOCTERS.

Sara is the best sister ever

She gave me a chocolate brownie AND she is cleaning my room tomorrow!

Plus, she is going to be on a TV Show involving babies

It's not a great show such as Kid Nation was, but it'll do.

I think I just "horked."

I coughed while simultaneously trying to drink some juice, and choked, thus, "horking."

And there I was thinking it couldn't be done.

Jason Mraz has some crazy-quirky lyrics.

I don't understand half of them, but they all make me smile.

What a cute little geek in the pink.

Have I mentioned how much I hate sore throats?

My esophogus is about 3 seconds away from being amputated from my body.

Don't think I can amputate something that isn't a limb or phalange?

Watch me.

When you give up on people, and then you miss them, it's not a good feeling.

But then I always look back to the end of what we had, and I remember that it's so not worth the effort.

Some friendships just don't need to be re-plenished.

Well, summer is going greaaaaaat and there are 2 COUNT 'EM 2 weeks until Shasta!

Ahhhh yeahhhh

Shame? So not an issue.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Honesty is the best policy.
Being yourself is perfection. No one else can take that title, so, as a girl who has recently realized this, I feel obligated to write a blog about things I'm not ashamed of.

-My ipod is chopped full of embarrasing songs, that I will never take off because I listen to them all the time.
-I've never had a first kiss. (or a boyfriend)
-Family time comes before friend time. Family is always gonna be there.
-I don't drink, do drugs, or smoke, and I don't think I'll ever do any of them.
-Democrats make me wanna hurl half the time. Actually more than half the time
-I always have an incredibly messy room.
-When I get really excited, and no one is looking I do this weird little freeze/jump/arm movement thing that just pops out.
-I have a tendancy to fall for nerds. I can't help it.
-I get really excited when people mention my blog.
-I average about 4,000 texts a month, more or less depending on the month.
-The Macarena is my favorite dance, and I will never stop loving it. I just may have it played at my funeral.
-I'm really looking foward to getting married.
-I love fast food.
-I am not a partier whatsoever. I hate big parties.
-When I hear certain songs on my ipod I daydream I can do really cool ice skating routines.
-When I feel someone is getting too friendly, I block them out completely. It's kinda rude I guess.
-I text all the time, but I've heard I'm one of the worst texter-backers
-I rarely answer my phone when it rings
-I can find the beauty in every car.
-I use the dictionary on my widget page ALL the time
-I am just dying to fall in love.
-I'm doing the Battle Ground's library Teen Summer Reading Program
-When I learned that I was spelling, "defientely" wrong, it took me 3 months to type it again
-I failed my driver's ed final the first time, and only got an 86% on the drive part.
-I learn about people over myspace, then forget I don't actually know them. (The song "Myspace Girl" is great by the way)
-My reading is pretty much limited to teen novels for now, but I like it that way.
-I have very little school spirit. Sometimes I wish I did, but the kids who are on ASB, every sport, every club, and every dance court bug the living crap out of me.
-I drink out of the milk jug all the time.
That's about everything I can think of.
I'm sure there's more, but now you know a little bit more of my life.
Don't forget people...it's better to be yourself than someone else.
:)

My Clicker is acting up

Whatever the mouse thing is on my laptop.

It feels a little off

I can't even think of the name of it.

Probably because its almost 6 AM, and I've yet to get some z's.

It's hard to believe I would be getting up for school around this time.

Gotta love summer and incorrect computer lingo.

Guitar is a skill I have yet to perfect. Or start...

Taking it when I was 8, then dropping for a good 8 years wasn't the best idea.

I wish I could play and sing and be great at it, but it's just not in the cards until I take some lessons.

You can learn on Youtube though...

Some people make me wanna barf. Haha I typed "bark" the first time.

I guess barking can be an angry expression, too.

As much as you love someone, they can bug the crap out of you, too.

Sara's dog is the new Jesus.

Don't know if you all got the memo...

Either that or she is some sort of part dog/part dolphin scientific miracle that fears water.

Here's some happy news for all you optomistrists....I'm actually starting to wear my reading glasses!

It has become a habit, and I'm kinda proud of it.

Too bad I rarely read in public so all of you won't get the joy of saying, "Hey Kymi! Great job on reading with your reading glasses! High-5!"

I'm just guessing thats how it would go.

Izzie is in Brazil, (I mean Brasil) right now!

Not like she has internet there, or at least I'm assuming she doesn't but I'd like to give a heartfelt "hola" to all those crazy Brazillians!

Sleep is just something I'm not feeling right now.

Obviously since it's almost 6 and I haven't slept.

I tried, for like 10 minutes.

Then I journaled, read, and straightned my hair and sang infront of the mirror for a good hour.

Does anyone else do that? Sing in front of the mirror??

I have a feeling that my real singing career won't pick up for a good 10-never years, so might as well give it my best lip syncing shot while I'm in front of a mirror.

Maybe sleep wouldn't be such a bad idea right about now...

Gooooood Night 

Or Good Morning or whichever you like best.

North America is so last week.

Alrighty. 

This is a great city/state/country/continent.

Buttttttt

I need to travel.

Just to see what all the hooplah is about. I am dying to travel the world.

Let's just say it's at the top of my to-do list.

So I have generated a game plan, cleverly titled, "Get Kymi Out of North America".

How does it work you ask?

Simple. Let me tell you.

Phase One: Get my mom to talk to my Great Aunt Trudy about any relatives (I don't mind if I don't know them) that live in a cool, far away country. Since she is the woman to go to if you need to learn about your family. We didn't even know we were mostly french until we talked to her.

Phase Two: Call these distant relatives, and say, "Hey...Do you need a cool cousin/neice/half-cousin-three times removed for the summer??"

Phase Three: Spend a summer with these relatives.

Fail-proof plan.

Unless of course

a. We do not have relatives in a cool far away country

b. The relatives want nothing to do with me

c. They live in Greenland

But other than that, I'd say it's a go.

It has been unbelievably hot lately.

I'm sunburnt like I've never been sunburnt before.

But the thunder and rain has been nothing short of the coolest thing ever.

It's too hot to blog.

I guess Greenland wouldn't be so bad.

I really DO love the new millennium.

So, you know Vh1's "I love the 80's" or "I love the 90's"?

Well they recently came out with the "I love the new millennium"

At first I was mad because-

a. This decade isn't over

b. It has seriously ALWAYS been my dream to be on that show to discuss stuff.

I wish I was kidding but I always would put fads and music in a "That's gonna be on Vh1 someday" category in my brain.

Oh well, maybe the next decade.

Anyway, I love watching it. It's hilarious and it makes me realize how much I've experienced in the last 8 years.

It seriously makes me feel old, though.

Just another growing up thing to put on my mind.

Haha I love the "Bushisms"

Now, I have nothing wrong with George Bush. Really, I don't. I just think the impersonator is funny.

I think that if we had a terrorist attack tomorrow, there is not a single teenager who could do anything about it, so stop saying Bush is destroying our country.

Has there been another September 11th? NO.

So shut up.

He only has a few more months, so suck it up kids. 

Oh, and Michael Ian Black just may be my favorite person in the world.

I really want to just travel.

That is probably exactly what millions of teens are thinking right now, but I really do.

First of all I want to travel somewhere cool in America for a while.

Like Alaska or New York.

Then, onto bigger and better continents.

Okay, there is so much more I could say, but I don't feel like typing.

Sorry for this boring blog.

Alright Stop. College Time.

I realize for the past two days all I have been able to think about is how growing up is 

coming too fast.

But now, college is on the brain.

Now don't get me wrong, Clark will be great.

But a University is calling my name. 

I know I am not even an official junior, but I can't wait to start applying to colleges.

Scholarships...Essays...Campus Websites.

It's all so freaking exciting.

Princetonreview.com is a website I most highly reccomend.

It has amazing college lists, tips, everything.

Lately I've been thinking about which majors I'm considering,

and it has always always been Marine Biology.

But all I am interested in is SCUBA Diving, or just being underwater.

Science just isn't where my heart is at.

I know that whatever I do, I want to be eager to get up and do everyday.

SCUBA sort of limits your career options.

There is underwater construction (yeah right.) or a SCUBA instructor.

Well, I'm sure theres more, but it's not like I can just swim in the beautiful ocean for cash.

A major that I have not really considered until recently is English.

I love reading and writing. It's just something that I have always clicked with.

I can't think of a more amazing career than just traveling with a laptop, and writing books around the world.

Teaching just isn't in the cards for me, but I would love to write.

Maybe journalism, although probably not. 

I did win the "Best Story Writer" Award in 2nd grade. I mean, that's gotta count for SOMETHING.

"Forever" is an amazing song...

Normally I am kinda anti-top 40 songs, but I love this one.

I didn't until I heard it outside in the mormon dance parking lot, and Cierra pointed out it was playing, and now I'm hooked.

Go Chris Brown!

(Plus he is one fiiiiine boy)

I really really hate being jealous of people you barely know.

I hate being jealous in general.

It gives me this knot in my stomach.

So, all you people-stop being cooler than I am. 

Thanks.

Outie Bellybuttons are just down right freaky looking.

No offense all you outies.

I have to stay up until 2:30 to wake up my mom.

She needs to work on an engraving project since the deadline is approaching.

That's 2:30 AM for all you kids on the metric system. :)

I have 1 hour and 50 minutes to go. Or 150 degrees Celsius.

It's time to go immerse myself in a good book.

Gotta quench that thirst for knowledge.

I'm reading a really good book called "Play it Cool" or something.

The author is hilarious.

I looooove having a library card.

Charge it, baby.

Brooke.

I could seriously seriously use her right now.

Maybe it's lame to post a blog about your best friend who is millions and millions (okay thousands) of miles away, but I don't care.

How lame is it that the best friend I've ever had lives across the country?

This whole growing up thing is freaking me out, and I could use her right about now.

Ugh I don't even know how to explain it.

I want to be a little kid.

I'm so not the typical high school student like I thought I was gonna be.

I don't go to football games anymore, I'm not a club person, I don't care for school spirit.

And to top it all off, I haven't even had a boyfriend. Or a freaking first kiss.

I'M ALMOST SIXTEEN.

Ughhh

I'm a junior.

A junior.

That is so old.

Or at least it seems like it.

Crap growing up gives me a massive stomach ache.

Maybe it's all the pizza I ate at Sam's Grandmas.

Either way I could use a time machine and a blankie.

I can't think of a catchy title, so here.

Lazy Summer days are nice

I had an AMAZING dream last night.

I've been having alot of those lately, and I LOVE it.

Okay, so my family was in Hawaii. (Does this tell you how good it was?)

And we were at some cool hotel, and there were concrete steps all aroud, but 

apparently the volcanic eruptions made the steps uneven, but it was cool.

And there was a bunch of pools around, but they were different depths.

Like one was 2 in. deep, and one right next to it was like 20 ft. deep. It was crazy

And the ocean was RIGHT next to us, like no sand barrier.

But the waves were taller than houses, and the clearest blue I've ever seen.

To top off this amazing dream, there was a way hot pro swimmer there, and we pretty much fell in love.

It's dreams like these that make me want to stay asleep for just a few more hours...

I guess we advanced in years pretty rapidly.

Everytime I think about how I (and all my friends) are Juniors, my stomach churns.

I always thought they were the "Big Bad Juniors" but now I am one.

But even though I am going to be a junior, and my sister and best friend will be seniors,

I still feel like we are in 5th grade or something.

Maybe that's how it works.

I won't realize I'm graduated until in 25.

And it will hit me that I'm 25 when I'm 30.

All I know is I will be sixteen in a matter of weeks,

and then it's license time.

Or monkey.

I guess you wouldn't really understand that unless you were with me on that fatefull day when I was 9 and signed off my first car in replace of a monkey.

Mormons!

I love them!

Mormon dances are so much fun

And I finally got a dance card!!! It's official!

I was discussing with Sedale about converting a mormonism.

Seriously, I never drink or do anything bad.

I'm practically mormon except I love caffeine.

Plus, they do a 2 year mission trip when they come of age.

Which I am alllllllllll for.

Summer has been amazing so far

So relaxing.

And it's nice to get away from certain people.

I can't believe someone you never thought you would grow apart from can make you so 

upset everytime you think about them.

I get mad, and sad, and anything other "ad" expression besides maybe rad.

I guess some friends really don't stay Best Friends Forever.

I'm just glad its summer and I don't have to deal with that.

So

I think it's nap time right about now.

Because it's summer, and I can.

:)

My Summer, Thus Far.

Let's just say I am so NOT hating it.

:)

So, as a newly appointed junior, I have been completely enjoying summer.

Tuesday, i.e. Day Uno, I watched Bourne Identity with My Faja and Seester.

Reeeeallly good movie. And normally I don't watch action flicks, but I loved this one.

And I took like a 3 hour nap on my mom's magic couch.

I call it magic because, well, it is.

It's this couch in her shop, and it's super comfy. And as soon as you lay down, BAM.

You are out like a rock.

Not even her engraver wakes me up, and It's right by the couch.

I'm pretty sure you cannot have a bad day if you sleep on that couch.

For the rest of my evening I ate junk food and watched a horror film and Family Guy.

That is what I call a good evening.

Yesterday, I went to the gym twice.

(Oh yeah and Kayleigh and I go to the same gym hollahhh!)

I don't really remember what else I did, but I know I fell asleep reading in the library,

and I went grocery shopping by myself, which was surprisingly relaxing.

Plus both guys who work in produce are fiiiiiiine.

Thank you, Fred Meyers.

But I was too nervous to grab a cucumber that was over by where the guy was working.

Maybe that's lame.

But I got baby carrots, so I guess the situation was a-ok.

Today.

I got to sleep in which is always wonderful.

Although I am starting to feel a little sloth-y when I do.

Sara and I walked our dogs to the primary school, and sat under the hop scotch area.

Haha some loser in a car drove by and was all, "Do you want to buy some weeeeed??"

Yes, as a non-pot smoking, non-drinking, teenager with a  brain, of course I would like some.

NOT.

After we got home, my whole family went to CASEE to paint the goat pen.

And guess what??

We didn't have paint roller holder things, (as you can tell my vast knowledge of painting is overwhelming..)

So I said I would check in the shop, which will probably be locked.

But it was not.

So I walked in, and very stealth-like tiptoed over to the paint cupboard.

I'm not gonna lie, I totally felt like a spy.

Sneaking in to get something I'm sure I was allowed to use anyway.

I don't ever to rebel things, if you haven't noticed.

But let's not crush my dream of being a spy like I oh-so admired on Spy Kids 1, 2, and 3.

Then we had some delicious Subway for dinner.

There is no yummier treat than Subway on a hot day.

After dinner I went to the gym, and worked out for 2 hours.

588 calories beeeeeotch

It felt soo good.

I forgot that the gym doesn't suck.

I am so tired and sweaty right now, so

I think I will either shower, read, or eat a cereal bar.

What to choose, what to choose.

Anyway, I hope everyone is enjoying their summer as much as I am.

It's only been 2 days and I already feel so much more stress free than I did last week.

Oh and F.Y.I. I discovered I make a pretty mean grilled garlic chicken and salad.

Hit me up if you are feeling like some food that some say is neck-in-neck with Wolfgang Puck or Rachael Ray.

Okay, just I say.

And I've never had their food.

But it's tasty.

Sophomore no longer.

I'm officialy a JUNIOR.

:)

I seriously cannot believe it.

When I was younger I always pictured what being a junior would be like,

and now it's here and I swear I still feel like I'm 12 years old.

And my sister, my best friend, and some other friends will be SENIORS.

Holy Crap Life comes at ya fast.

And I plan to enjoy every minute of this summer.

-Screw waking up early

-Homework is for lame kids

-I'm getting a license

-Job-Hunting at the end of summer

And I plan to spend this summer improving myself, and enjoying being a teen since I will be an adult soon enough.

GO SUMMER!

It's 3 AM and suddenly it all makes sense.

Me. I am a pretty ginormous part of my life.

And it's about time I start acting like it. 

Sure, I've never been the person who is always there for other people, or the natural "mother" of the group, but I haven't done in my life what is going to make sure I live exactly the kind of life I want to.

There is so much ahead of me as a 1/2 way through high school student.

And I'm not just talking about making sure I give myself half hour bubble baths scheduled in once a week, (although I do love taking baths with a good book and candles.) No, I am talking about making sure I am setting up habits thats will carry onto the rest of life.

Such as actually doing homework, or learning how to wake myself up instead of sleeping in and making everyone else late.

It's the little things that add up, and that is probably one of the best lessons I will ever learn. (Aside from don't eat yellow snow, and that everything Oprah tells you could be false.)

I have big dreams. Sure, I am not sure what my "big thing" in life is. But it's okay with me.

There is so much out there...so many places to travel, so many people to meet, so many emotions to feel, and so much love to enjoy.

I may just be 15, and hey, even that sounds a little young to me, but I know that life is much too short to just sit and accept what is handed to you.

I have friends who I know aren't going to go anywhere in their life. The are going to get married straight out of high school, pop out 18 kids, and barely scrape by month to month. Maybe that's okay with them, but it sure as hell will not be my path of life.

There is absolutely NO reason for us kids not to have the future we deserve. Excuses are something I am great at, but I REFUSE to have an excuse for why my life cannot be all that I want it to be.

I have a good 100 years ahead of me, and I plan to enjoy every minute of it.

Not aspiring to be anyone else but me. Because, hey, who will everyone else look up to? :)

Sometimes it just hits you how many millions and millions of people surround. Actually, 6,677,563,921 to be exact.

I do not want to be famous for acting. Or singing. Far from it, actually. I just want to be happy, and proud of my life.

Perhaps Strikeforce fighting isn't the best thing to be watching at a break through time like this, but hey, those guys are rippppppped. 

I guess break throughs just kind of hit you. Like this.

I think one of the worst things you can do is to shove everything under the rug, slap a smile on, and call it good.

Sure, I am guilty of doing that quite a bit, but I realize this.

We have problems.

We all do. It isn't a sin, and it isn't something to be ashamed of. How are we supposed to enjoy the times when we are honestly, genuinely, beautifully happy when can't work through the rough patches?

The biggest piece of crap I have ever heard is, "Just be happppppy. Just Forgettttttttt. Smileeeeeee."

Okay, as an honest-to-blog happy go lucky girl, even I know that is bullshit. And I PRIDE myself on being a happy person.

It's just Hippy Mumbo Jumbo.

I think people give that advice when they don't know what to say.

When you have a problem, LAY IT ON THE TABLE.

Seriously I guarentee a cleared head is the way to the best nights of sleep.

Grab a friend, family member, pen and paper, sketch book, or online blog.

Anything. 

And I promise you will feel better once it's out there. I'm not saying it's gonna solve itself, but at least it's not cooped up.

Life is far to beautiful and far too short to lose it on sadness.

There is no excuse for an unhappy life.

There is no excuse for a chance to miss out on everything you've ever wanted to do.

I think this summer is defiantly going to be a summer of self realization and just getting to know myself and what I am seriously capable of. (Besides getting hired at a minimum wage job and getting my drivers license.)

My eyes are in pain from this whole staying awake, but baby, when you gotta vent, you gotta vent.

Life has been, is, and will continue to be nothing short of beautiful in every way it can be.

And you can quote me on that.