I've started dabbling in animation! Here are the four things I have animated.
The Christmas Story
True Love
Scary Friend
Birdie
~Katie :)
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Tips For Writers, From a Writer
Okay, so I know I don't know everything, and you may or may not enjoy this...but I'm going to give you a list or two of things that could help you out with your writing, so you can write in a way that you'll enjoy writing...but also make sure others enjoy it.
~Katie :)
- Write about something you're inspired to write about. Unless it's for a class, and you're required to write something you don't really care about, write about something that inspires you. Write about something that just BOOM pops into your mind. It will mean a lot more to you, and you'll be more likely to write more often, and enjoy writing it.
- Write in a way that would make it interesting for you to read. If you enjoy reading it, it's likely that others will as well.
- Talk about your ideas with friends, and family, and fellow authors. Friends have the wonderful ability to completely encourage you, (or if they're Gavyn, build you up while tearing you down) and family knows your strengths and weaknesses, they can help you with that. And with the fellow authors, they can help you think about it critically. People have a hard time thinking about their own work critically....
- Go through the story twice. Once when you write it the first time, while your creative juices are flowing, and once again when you're done, to catch errors, and fix plot gaps. Then turn it over to either a professional editor, or a friend you know is infamous for correcting other people's grammar and punctuation, and reading lots of books. They'll know what you need to fix and things like that.
- Don't beat yourself up too much when you realize how many mistakes you've made, after all, we all make them.
- And most of all...have fun.
~Katie :)
Saturday, October 26, 2013
HAY IN MAH PANTS!!!
Okay, so you remember me telling you guys about this hay ride I was going to go on? And how I was somewhat excited for the food? Well...guess what. THE ACTUAL HAY RIDE WAS MORE FUN!!! I LOVED the hay ride. It was UP and DOWN and in CIRCLES, and over BUMPS, and we threw hay at each other!!! There were two trailers, and when the trailers got close to each other, we would throw hay at each other.
I shall start at the beginning...
We started out at the church at 6:00 PM, and all climbed into a bus. I was really quiet and shy, because I didn't know anyone, but soon these two guys climbed on, named Justin, and Michael, and they began being goofy. Michael was hilarious. He had a wolf mask, and he kept putting it on and sticking his head out the window, and he and Justin acted gay part of the time. But I don't think they really are. I think they're just crazy guys.
Dude, my face is burning, and the fingers on my left hand are kinda warm, and the fingers on my right hand are cold....so weird.
So, anyway, we got to this place out in the woods and stuff, and were told we could explore while hotdogs were being made, so we all explored, and I loved it, and then we went back and ate a bunch of hot dogs. Well, okay, I only ate too. If I'd eaten more I woulda got sick. I'm strange that way.
Somewhere during all the food eating, Justin 'strangled' Micheal, and apparently he blacked out for a few seconds, and felt like he was in a dream for like 2 hours...then he kept going on about it.
We then had devotions about being the same person you are on Sunday on all the other days, and vice versa.
We then went to the trailers! There were two of them, because there were a lot of us. I kind of followed Micheal, and three girls that were with them, because they seemed like the 'coolest' people to hang out with. You know, nice, funny, stuff like that. Well, Micheal helped one girl into the trailer, then the next, then the next. I climbed up, then he turned around and said, "Oh my goodness, I forgot to help you up, I'm so sorry!" And he gave me a hug, and I laughed, and said, it was okay, and hugged him back, then we all sat down.
THEN, we went hayriding. Up and down, and all around, and into water, (that was terrifying) and into circles, and up hills and down hills, and the trailers chased each other and threw hay at each other, which was totally awesome, and I was all for it, and ooooohhhhh, it was so much fun! And when we were ending, the wheels of the tractor spit mud at us. Yucky, cold, wet mud.
In between the first part of hay riding, and the second, we stopped on top of a big hill to stretch our legs, and look at the stars. Remember Micheal? Okay, so again, he was helping girls down, and this time, he said, "Okay, I'll help you down this time!" And he did. And I accidentally stepped on his foot.... He said it was okay, and stuff like that, but I felt really bad. But yeah, I was really impressed by that. It was pretty cool.
Then, at the end of the actual hay ride part, we went back to the bonfire, where we had--hey where did the word bonfire come from anyway?--S'MORES!!! They were the strangest s'mores I've ever had. They were on a cookie! You know how they make chocolate coated cookies? Well, we took two of them, and squashed a huge marshmallow in between them. They were actually pretty good, but also really messy.
And slightly before the s'mores, Micheal and I were talking, and I told him that he reminded me a bit of a guy that used to go to my school, except he was shorter, and not as skinny. And he really does! Though now that I think about it, his hair is darker too. And I think he's more confident than the other guy.
But yeah, I had fun.
And I met a guy named Keith, and a girl named Angel, and a girl whose name I can't remember, but who sat on me by accident, and I finally figured out the youth pastor's name, at least I think I did. I'm pretty sure it's Kip. But some of them call him PK. And there's a little kid named Kayden/Caden/Kaden/Cayden. But I'm used to spelling it Kayden, because I have a friend named Kayden.
Anyway...idk what to say now.
Goodbye
~Katie :D
I shall start at the beginning...
We started out at the church at 6:00 PM, and all climbed into a bus. I was really quiet and shy, because I didn't know anyone, but soon these two guys climbed on, named Justin, and Michael, and they began being goofy. Michael was hilarious. He had a wolf mask, and he kept putting it on and sticking his head out the window, and he and Justin acted gay part of the time. But I don't think they really are. I think they're just crazy guys.
Dude, my face is burning, and the fingers on my left hand are kinda warm, and the fingers on my right hand are cold....so weird.
So, anyway, we got to this place out in the woods and stuff, and were told we could explore while hotdogs were being made, so we all explored, and I loved it, and then we went back and ate a bunch of hot dogs. Well, okay, I only ate too. If I'd eaten more I woulda got sick. I'm strange that way.
Somewhere during all the food eating, Justin 'strangled' Micheal, and apparently he blacked out for a few seconds, and felt like he was in a dream for like 2 hours...then he kept going on about it.
We then had devotions about being the same person you are on Sunday on all the other days, and vice versa.
We then went to the trailers! There were two of them, because there were a lot of us. I kind of followed Micheal, and three girls that were with them, because they seemed like the 'coolest' people to hang out with. You know, nice, funny, stuff like that. Well, Micheal helped one girl into the trailer, then the next, then the next. I climbed up, then he turned around and said, "Oh my goodness, I forgot to help you up, I'm so sorry!" And he gave me a hug, and I laughed, and said, it was okay, and hugged him back, then we all sat down.
THEN, we went hayriding. Up and down, and all around, and into water, (that was terrifying) and into circles, and up hills and down hills, and the trailers chased each other and threw hay at each other, which was totally awesome, and I was all for it, and ooooohhhhh, it was so much fun! And when we were ending, the wheels of the tractor spit mud at us. Yucky, cold, wet mud.
In between the first part of hay riding, and the second, we stopped on top of a big hill to stretch our legs, and look at the stars. Remember Micheal? Okay, so again, he was helping girls down, and this time, he said, "Okay, I'll help you down this time!" And he did. And I accidentally stepped on his foot.... He said it was okay, and stuff like that, but I felt really bad. But yeah, I was really impressed by that. It was pretty cool.
Then, at the end of the actual hay ride part, we went back to the bonfire, where we had--hey where did the word bonfire come from anyway?--S'MORES!!! They were the strangest s'mores I've ever had. They were on a cookie! You know how they make chocolate coated cookies? Well, we took two of them, and squashed a huge marshmallow in between them. They were actually pretty good, but also really messy.
And slightly before the s'mores, Micheal and I were talking, and I told him that he reminded me a bit of a guy that used to go to my school, except he was shorter, and not as skinny. And he really does! Though now that I think about it, his hair is darker too. And I think he's more confident than the other guy.
But yeah, I had fun.
And I met a guy named Keith, and a girl named Angel, and a girl whose name I can't remember, but who sat on me by accident, and I finally figured out the youth pastor's name, at least I think I did. I'm pretty sure it's Kip. But some of them call him PK. And there's a little kid named Kayden/Caden/Kaden/Cayden. But I'm used to spelling it Kayden, because I have a friend named Kayden.
Anyway...idk what to say now.
Goodbye
~Katie :D
Writing, Writing, HAY RIDE!
Okay, so as I'm sure you've gathered, I've been writing, and I'm going on a hayride. I'm going on a hayride with the new youth group that I started going to in this town. It's a really big youth group.
The hayride is only $1 and apparently they will supply lots of food. I don't know how fun it will be, but I hope it will be really fun.
And I've been writing a book. Other than that, there's been nothing up.
Goodbye.
~Katie :):
The hayride is only $1 and apparently they will supply lots of food. I don't know how fun it will be, but I hope it will be really fun.
And I've been writing a book. Other than that, there's been nothing up.
Goodbye.
~Katie :):
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Hello All
I have a question for you. Are you kind of like me? You don't want to conform to anyone else? You want to be you, no matter what the popular kids say, no matter what they like, you will like what you like, and even if they're mean to someone you won't be mean to them? Okay, well I was mean to someone that everyone else was mean to once, but that's because we were friends and he hurt me beyond fixing...it had nothing to do with anyone else, but everything to do with the fact that I genuinely didn't like him. Most people I'm okay with.
My blogger thingy looks weird.
But, at the same time, do you also make sure to like everything that they don't like, and to dislike everything that they like? What if you found a really really cool band, and you loved it, but then you found out that the bratty popular girl loved the band, and her favorite member was the same one who was your favorite member?
Would you still like it? Huh? Would you? Or would you think something more like, "Oh crud, she likes the band, and she likes him, so now I have to hate the band, and hate him. *Sigh* he was so cool....but she likes it, so it's all messed up."
Well...what if you also get all irritated at all those people who listen to what the popular kids, who don't really like something, but act like they do because, "it's popular." You're just as bad as them! Do you know why I say that?
BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL LETTING THEM DECIDE WHAT YOU THINK!!! You're still deciding that if they like it you don't, they don't you do. If you liked it before they did when they do, you have to stop, if you didn't like it before they didn't like it, you have to like it. You're being just as fake as the popular-people-followers.
And you should stop it. Yes, I've been guilty of it too.
But no, I DON'T like Thrift Shop. I don't like Gangam Style either.... I DO like The Fox, even if the annoying popular kids who can't even sing it right do, I don't like The Snake, because it's a disturbing gay/high guy. I do actually like Rebecca Black, (minus Friday, I don't particularly like that song, but I like the parodies) and I do like the game Crush the Castle 2.
I like what I want, when I want, how I want! RAWR!!! Boy, do I feel empowered.
And I didn't even have to wear a bikini to feel that way!!! Yeah, they used to call Bikini's power suits, and said that they would empower women.
Yup, they empower women to walk around in their underwear, and not get into trouble for indecent exposure. Just the thing every woman wants. Ha.
And furthermore, I've always liked Taylor Swift, and never been to fond of Miley Cyrus, and I don't get why they always get compared. Just like I don't see why Lord of the Rings, and Narnia always get compared. And I like them too. And I've always liked tomatoes, and Brussle Sprouts with Cheese, and I've always hated lima beans, and I've almost always disliked peas, but once I tried by itself, and it was disgusting, so I no longer like peas. I did strange things when I was a child.
Come to think of it...I still do strange things.
I'm super psyched. I might be getting a job! And at Sonic! Here's my "life plan" in no particular order.
Get a job. Get a job at Sonic, get my CDL, become a truck driver, graduate highschool, take a few college classes at a community college for things like writing, and movie making, maybe go to a Bible college, but idk what for, get married, have kids, write books, make movies, stay saved, build my dream house--a house with an attic, basement, first and second story, and tons of room for books--and open a shelter/camp/retreat thingy for abused girls/women.
I'll be busy.
And I'll be turning 16 next month on the 18th, and I'm going to have a Renaissance themed party. Yay!
I'm cold.
Goodbye.
~Katie :)
My blogger thingy looks weird.
But, at the same time, do you also make sure to like everything that they don't like, and to dislike everything that they like? What if you found a really really cool band, and you loved it, but then you found out that the bratty popular girl loved the band, and her favorite member was the same one who was your favorite member?
Would you still like it? Huh? Would you? Or would you think something more like, "Oh crud, she likes the band, and she likes him, so now I have to hate the band, and hate him. *Sigh* he was so cool....but she likes it, so it's all messed up."
Well...what if you also get all irritated at all those people who listen to what the popular kids, who don't really like something, but act like they do because, "it's popular." You're just as bad as them! Do you know why I say that?
BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL LETTING THEM DECIDE WHAT YOU THINK!!! You're still deciding that if they like it you don't, they don't you do. If you liked it before they did when they do, you have to stop, if you didn't like it before they didn't like it, you have to like it. You're being just as fake as the popular-people-followers.
And you should stop it. Yes, I've been guilty of it too.
But no, I DON'T like Thrift Shop. I don't like Gangam Style either.... I DO like The Fox, even if the annoying popular kids who can't even sing it right do, I don't like The Snake, because it's a disturbing gay/high guy. I do actually like Rebecca Black, (minus Friday, I don't particularly like that song, but I like the parodies) and I do like the game Crush the Castle 2.
I like what I want, when I want, how I want! RAWR!!! Boy, do I feel empowered.
And I didn't even have to wear a bikini to feel that way!!! Yeah, they used to call Bikini's power suits, and said that they would empower women.
Yup, they empower women to walk around in their underwear, and not get into trouble for indecent exposure. Just the thing every woman wants. Ha.
And furthermore, I've always liked Taylor Swift, and never been to fond of Miley Cyrus, and I don't get why they always get compared. Just like I don't see why Lord of the Rings, and Narnia always get compared. And I like them too. And I've always liked tomatoes, and Brussle Sprouts with Cheese, and I've always hated lima beans, and I've almost always disliked peas, but once I tried by itself, and it was disgusting, so I no longer like peas. I did strange things when I was a child.
Come to think of it...I still do strange things.
I'm super psyched. I might be getting a job! And at Sonic! Here's my "life plan" in no particular order.
Get a job. Get a job at Sonic, get my CDL, become a truck driver, graduate highschool, take a few college classes at a community college for things like writing, and movie making, maybe go to a Bible college, but idk what for, get married, have kids, write books, make movies, stay saved, build my dream house--a house with an attic, basement, first and second story, and tons of room for books--and open a shelter/camp/retreat thingy for abused girls/women.
I'll be busy.
And I'll be turning 16 next month on the 18th, and I'm going to have a Renaissance themed party. Yay!
I'm cold.
Goodbye.
~Katie :)
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Crazy Mouse!
Okay, so I am at the library in the town that my mom's fiancé lives, and it's absolutely crazy! I try to move the mouse on the computer and it goes WHOOSH, way to the other side of the screen! By the way, just so you know, I will be putting some pictures on here sometime, of stuff...and...stuff...probably my room, when I get all my stuffehz in it.
I have to save up 1,300 dollars...I also need a job. Here is why I need to do that: The place my money shall go. I want to get the one on the far left. I have discovered that I very much like Macs. They work better than most Windows computers I've used, though so far this one seems to be working well. Yay!
I'm writing another book...who's surprised? Yeah, me neither. It's what happens when I'm bored in English class. But shhh, don't tell Mrs. B, I don't want her to keep me involved :p Aren't I a rebel?
I also need to work on editing my current book (Adventure of a Lifetime) because my mom won't.
I probably won't hire an editor for this one, because I can just ask myself the same questions he asked on The Unnamed Legend. I'm a really good critic. Especially when it comes to criticizing myself. Like, last year, I got 2 Bs, and I beat myself up forever--and still do some--for one of them, because the only problem was that I forgot I needed Current Events! I plan to do better this year, and make all As. As of now I think I have all As, even in math! It's a low A...but it's still an A! And the first nine weeks is almost up! Yay!
But yeah, about the questions, I'm meaning things like, "Is this supposed to be funny? Uhhh, what are you talking about? Why does this sound strange? Where did you mention this before? This doesn't really add to the story, I suggest removing it." Things like that. If I ask myself stuff like that, I can be my own editor. NO MERCY!!! Okay, maybe a little, but for the most part...NO MERCY!!!
Maybe someday I'll print it out and have some of my friends read it.
So far, with the story I've been writing at school, Anjulah (my friend and fellow classmate, the girl who I don't have to kick out because she isn't girly,) likes it. Gavyn on the other hand criticizes it....
Granted, he has some right to criticize the first part, and it will be changed somewhat. Right now the person doesn't sound like Gavyn, who he is based off of. In the beginning it doesn't sound like him anyway.
See, there's three people I have based off of others...Devyn is based off of Gavyn (I had to have the y, because for some reason I like it...don't ask y....) Anjulah is based off of...Anjulah, and her name will probably be changed to Amber, if only I can remember to change it, and Kai is somewhat based off of me. I also have a family tree for the bad guys, because it was so hard to figure out who's related and how and all that junk. But I figured it out ^_^
Oh well, I gotta get to writing now. Goodbye.
~Katie :)
I have to save up 1,300 dollars...I also need a job. Here is why I need to do that: The place my money shall go. I want to get the one on the far left. I have discovered that I very much like Macs. They work better than most Windows computers I've used, though so far this one seems to be working well. Yay!
I'm writing another book...who's surprised? Yeah, me neither. It's what happens when I'm bored in English class. But shhh, don't tell Mrs. B, I don't want her to keep me involved :p Aren't I a rebel?
I also need to work on editing my current book (Adventure of a Lifetime) because my mom won't.
I probably won't hire an editor for this one, because I can just ask myself the same questions he asked on The Unnamed Legend. I'm a really good critic. Especially when it comes to criticizing myself. Like, last year, I got 2 Bs, and I beat myself up forever--and still do some--for one of them, because the only problem was that I forgot I needed Current Events! I plan to do better this year, and make all As. As of now I think I have all As, even in math! It's a low A...but it's still an A! And the first nine weeks is almost up! Yay!
But yeah, about the questions, I'm meaning things like, "Is this supposed to be funny? Uhhh, what are you talking about? Why does this sound strange? Where did you mention this before? This doesn't really add to the story, I suggest removing it." Things like that. If I ask myself stuff like that, I can be my own editor. NO MERCY!!! Okay, maybe a little, but for the most part...NO MERCY!!!
Maybe someday I'll print it out and have some of my friends read it.
So far, with the story I've been writing at school, Anjulah (my friend and fellow classmate, the girl who I don't have to kick out because she isn't girly,) likes it. Gavyn on the other hand criticizes it....
Granted, he has some right to criticize the first part, and it will be changed somewhat. Right now the person doesn't sound like Gavyn, who he is based off of. In the beginning it doesn't sound like him anyway.
See, there's three people I have based off of others...Devyn is based off of Gavyn (I had to have the y, because for some reason I like it...don't ask y....) Anjulah is based off of...Anjulah, and her name will probably be changed to Amber, if only I can remember to change it, and Kai is somewhat based off of me. I also have a family tree for the bad guys, because it was so hard to figure out who's related and how and all that junk. But I figured it out ^_^
Oh well, I gotta get to writing now. Goodbye.
~Katie :)
Saturday, October 12, 2013
I'm Making a Vlog!
I decided I was going to make a "vlog," so I videoed myself yesterday, edited it today, and am now exporting it to my flashdrive, and then I will put it on youtube :) And here too of course. Not that youtube will care much about it. You will though! I hope...maybe...if you feel like caring....
My First Vlog!!!
There's my first vlog. Farewell.
~Katie :)
My First Vlog!!!
There's my first vlog. Farewell.
~Katie :)
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Two Things to Speak of on this Fine Day
Okay, so the first thing I wanna talk about is movies. Or maybe I should say ARE movies. Eh...see there's a reason I'm not going to be an English teacher. I can point out problems (such as; "your going to the gym with you're mom right?") but honestly, I have no clue what a predicate is. And I'm not only an author, but a 10th grader. You see, you don't need to know that stuff for life! Math unfortunately is needed....
Anyway, what are movies? Movies are stories displayed as pictures. Awesome, right? Eh...sometimes. I love a good movie as much as the next person...but movies almost always have happy endings. And that's depressing! Because, no matter how much I might want it, or someone else might want it...life isn't a movie. Life doesn't always have happy endings.
Sometimes the main character kills themselves...or they die in a wreck...or due to abuse they just shut down, and don't open up to anyone...they practically turn into a hermit...which isn't good.
Sometimes the person gets MURDERED.
In most movies...that doesn't happen. The girl who was going to commit suicide is stopped by her best friend who just knows something is wrong. The person doesn't die in the wreck, but their friend does--which is sad, and stuff, but still that wasn't the main character, right?--and they're left with depression, which they eventually get over, and they go around all happy and stuff--so not real life, the abused person manages to overcome the abuse--which in some cases they do, but in others they don't--and have super happy friendships and all that crap.
But real life isn't like that. In a movie someone gets kicked out of their house. What happens? Someone comes along, and rescues them. Always. But it's not always like that in real life. The popular bully ends up realizing the error of her ways, begs forgiveness--and even if she doesn't they end up being friends anyway--and the bullied girl is super sweet, and forgives them, and omw they are bff's forever and always, and never will be parted.... Yeah, I kinda doubt that happens in real life. In real life either the bully never realizes--or if she does, doesn't say anything--and if she does realize and begs forgiveness the bullied will still not want to be around them.... Although there probably are a few cases where they can be friends.
In movies it's love at first sight, they know it, and they go against all odds to be together, they find each other when their old, they kiss, and wa-lah they get married and have little Juniors running around...yay...but that doesn't happen in real life either. You gotta cultivate the relationship.
Yeah, that was my little rant of the day. I'll have another one later.
Actually, I have three things to speak of today. Two topics, and then my life in general. Do people seriously read my blog? It's a rather crazy blog. I applaud you if you can follow along with my conversations I have on here. I'm kind of ADHD, whoa, my mom is looking at something I reposted on fb. YAY! Actually, I'm ADHS. Attention Deficit Hyper Active--SQUIRREL! My friend taught me that, and it fits me perfectly. This is one of those bridge-y things you have in a song...just not in a song.
Next topic...one I'm sure I've explored before, and will likely explore again...FRIENDS!!!
Okay, so how many of you would say that you want a lot of friends? Me, I don't really care how many friends I have, but how awesome the friends I have are. I have some pretty great friends...too many to list. Then there's people that are my "friends" but they aren't very close, and I mostly count my friends as my close friends. The others are just acquaintances.
What are friends for? Well, friends are for companionship, and affirmation, and just general awesomeness. I cannot count the number of times when my friends have given me companionship, or given me affirmation--btw, to those of you who don't know what that is, that's when they remind you that you're worth something. I have good friends for that.--and oh my word, I could never count the number of times they've made me bust up laughing.
How many close friends do I have? Well, it actually differs sometimes. Sometimes I get closer to some friends then I do to others, then that changes and stuff, but I know that there are two people for sure that I could tell anything. And they've both reminded me things before. One's a guy, and one's a girl, and they're both amazing.
You already know my feelings about guys as my friends. I have another guy friend, but since I moved he and I aren't that close anymore. He's not really the type I could call, just to talk....the other guy friend and I have trouble with talking too much. So yeah, I can call the other guy a lot. My only concern is annoying him, because I'm not sure if he's joking or not all those times when he says I annoy the crap out of him. Yes, that's what he says.
Friends are also the people who can hurt you the most, and make you the most self conscience. It just depends on what they say, and how they say it.
There was--oh wow, I'm friends with a lot of guys--a guy who used to be like a big brother to me...but he teased...way too much. And then there were issues with me and his girlfriend, and one day it just got to where I promised myself, that if he hurt me, and let me down like that again--it had been so many times, and this is the big brother who promised he wouldn't just up and ditch me, which he ended up doing several times--I wasn't going to adopt him back. Because he was more of a teenage girl than me, and I couldn't take anymore stress like that. So I mostly depend on myself, and try not too trust too much.
So you gotta know that if I trust you...you're my friend, and you're one of the few.
If the afore mentioned people are reading this, yes I'm talking about you.
And there's things I don't just throw around as general knowledge. In fact, there's one insecurity I've had for over a year, and I FINALLY told someone about it yesterday. Yeah, one of those two friends mentioned before.
See, friends are absolutely amazing. And yeah, I think I have talked about this topic before, and said that if you need a friend I'll be your friend, because everyone should have a friend.
Wow, I type really fast, but that's a good thing because I think fast, and sometimes talk fast, and if I typed slow I would forget what I thought, and then you wouldn't have such long blog posts...do you guys like long or short blogposts? And furthermore, do you prefer glimpses into my life, my opinions, or educational stuff that I've picked up here and there?
Anyway, onto my "life."
I went to my friend Zena's school concert Tuesday, and it was utterly amazing. There was a beginning band, middle school band, high school marching band, high school choir, and middle school choir. And I loved it all.
And as we were leaving, there was a group of 2-3 girls and a guy, and one of the girls says, "Hola, senoritas!" And I shout back, "Hola senoritas, and senior!" And they laughed. But I think the guy liked that I didn't call him a senorita, because he called out, "Buenos Nuches!" And of course y'all might not know what that means, so translated into English, that is, "Hello miss'!" "Hello, miss' and mr!" And "good night!"
Yeah, it was pretty awesome. Then I went to youth group, then today, I went to school.
I've decided I want to take up tutoring. This is a conversation I had at school today.
Me to Gavyn: Do you think I'd be a good tutor?
Gavyn: (annoying, sarcastic, negative, very unserious, teasing response that I don't remember the words of)
Me: No, I'm being serious. For real, would I make a good tutor?
Gavyn: *thinks* Seriously? Yeah, you'd make a good tutor. Because you're smart.
Me: :) What about a teacher?
Gavyn: NO!
So it's settled. I'll be a tutor, but not a teacher. I mean, in a way I already tutor my classmates. I help them with their work and stuff, 'cause I'm nice, and smarticle like that. Oh yeah. Booyah. Oink. Random words. Rawr. Mmmmmhmmmm.
Okay, yeah, I'm done. I have to leave the library anyway, and my fingers are getting sore from all this typing :p
~Katie :)
Anyway, what are movies? Movies are stories displayed as pictures. Awesome, right? Eh...sometimes. I love a good movie as much as the next person...but movies almost always have happy endings. And that's depressing! Because, no matter how much I might want it, or someone else might want it...life isn't a movie. Life doesn't always have happy endings.
Sometimes the main character kills themselves...or they die in a wreck...or due to abuse they just shut down, and don't open up to anyone...they practically turn into a hermit...which isn't good.
Sometimes the person gets MURDERED.
In most movies...that doesn't happen. The girl who was going to commit suicide is stopped by her best friend who just knows something is wrong. The person doesn't die in the wreck, but their friend does--which is sad, and stuff, but still that wasn't the main character, right?--and they're left with depression, which they eventually get over, and they go around all happy and stuff--so not real life, the abused person manages to overcome the abuse--which in some cases they do, but in others they don't--and have super happy friendships and all that crap.
But real life isn't like that. In a movie someone gets kicked out of their house. What happens? Someone comes along, and rescues them. Always. But it's not always like that in real life. The popular bully ends up realizing the error of her ways, begs forgiveness--and even if she doesn't they end up being friends anyway--and the bullied girl is super sweet, and forgives them, and omw they are bff's forever and always, and never will be parted.... Yeah, I kinda doubt that happens in real life. In real life either the bully never realizes--or if she does, doesn't say anything--and if she does realize and begs forgiveness the bullied will still not want to be around them.... Although there probably are a few cases where they can be friends.
In movies it's love at first sight, they know it, and they go against all odds to be together, they find each other when their old, they kiss, and wa-lah they get married and have little Juniors running around...yay...but that doesn't happen in real life either. You gotta cultivate the relationship.
Yeah, that was my little rant of the day. I'll have another one later.
Actually, I have three things to speak of today. Two topics, and then my life in general. Do people seriously read my blog? It's a rather crazy blog. I applaud you if you can follow along with my conversations I have on here. I'm kind of ADHD, whoa, my mom is looking at something I reposted on fb. YAY! Actually, I'm ADHS. Attention Deficit Hyper Active--SQUIRREL! My friend taught me that, and it fits me perfectly. This is one of those bridge-y things you have in a song...just not in a song.
Next topic...one I'm sure I've explored before, and will likely explore again...FRIENDS!!!
Okay, so how many of you would say that you want a lot of friends? Me, I don't really care how many friends I have, but how awesome the friends I have are. I have some pretty great friends...too many to list. Then there's people that are my "friends" but they aren't very close, and I mostly count my friends as my close friends. The others are just acquaintances.
What are friends for? Well, friends are for companionship, and affirmation, and just general awesomeness. I cannot count the number of times when my friends have given me companionship, or given me affirmation--btw, to those of you who don't know what that is, that's when they remind you that you're worth something. I have good friends for that.--and oh my word, I could never count the number of times they've made me bust up laughing.
How many close friends do I have? Well, it actually differs sometimes. Sometimes I get closer to some friends then I do to others, then that changes and stuff, but I know that there are two people for sure that I could tell anything. And they've both reminded me things before. One's a guy, and one's a girl, and they're both amazing.
You already know my feelings about guys as my friends. I have another guy friend, but since I moved he and I aren't that close anymore. He's not really the type I could call, just to talk....the other guy friend and I have trouble with talking too much. So yeah, I can call the other guy a lot. My only concern is annoying him, because I'm not sure if he's joking or not all those times when he says I annoy the crap out of him. Yes, that's what he says.
Friends are also the people who can hurt you the most, and make you the most self conscience. It just depends on what they say, and how they say it.
There was--oh wow, I'm friends with a lot of guys--a guy who used to be like a big brother to me...but he teased...way too much. And then there were issues with me and his girlfriend, and one day it just got to where I promised myself, that if he hurt me, and let me down like that again--it had been so many times, and this is the big brother who promised he wouldn't just up and ditch me, which he ended up doing several times--I wasn't going to adopt him back. Because he was more of a teenage girl than me, and I couldn't take anymore stress like that. So I mostly depend on myself, and try not too trust too much.
So you gotta know that if I trust you...you're my friend, and you're one of the few.
If the afore mentioned people are reading this, yes I'm talking about you.
And there's things I don't just throw around as general knowledge. In fact, there's one insecurity I've had for over a year, and I FINALLY told someone about it yesterday. Yeah, one of those two friends mentioned before.
See, friends are absolutely amazing. And yeah, I think I have talked about this topic before, and said that if you need a friend I'll be your friend, because everyone should have a friend.
Wow, I type really fast, but that's a good thing because I think fast, and sometimes talk fast, and if I typed slow I would forget what I thought, and then you wouldn't have such long blog posts...do you guys like long or short blogposts? And furthermore, do you prefer glimpses into my life, my opinions, or educational stuff that I've picked up here and there?
Anyway, onto my "life."
I went to my friend Zena's school concert Tuesday, and it was utterly amazing. There was a beginning band, middle school band, high school marching band, high school choir, and middle school choir. And I loved it all.
And as we were leaving, there was a group of 2-3 girls and a guy, and one of the girls says, "Hola, senoritas!" And I shout back, "Hola senoritas, and senior!" And they laughed. But I think the guy liked that I didn't call him a senorita, because he called out, "Buenos Nuches!" And of course y'all might not know what that means, so translated into English, that is, "Hello miss'!" "Hello, miss' and mr!" And "good night!"
Yeah, it was pretty awesome. Then I went to youth group, then today, I went to school.
I've decided I want to take up tutoring. This is a conversation I had at school today.
Me to Gavyn: Do you think I'd be a good tutor?
Gavyn: (annoying, sarcastic, negative, very unserious, teasing response that I don't remember the words of)
Me: No, I'm being serious. For real, would I make a good tutor?
Gavyn: *thinks* Seriously? Yeah, you'd make a good tutor. Because you're smart.
Me: :) What about a teacher?
Gavyn: NO!
So it's settled. I'll be a tutor, but not a teacher. I mean, in a way I already tutor my classmates. I help them with their work and stuff, 'cause I'm nice, and smarticle like that. Oh yeah. Booyah. Oink. Random words. Rawr. Mmmmmhmmmm.
Okay, yeah, I'm done. I have to leave the library anyway, and my fingers are getting sore from all this typing :p
~Katie :)
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Nanu-Nanu
Okay, so I've met Mork and Mindy (in other words, a TV show called Mork and Mindy,) and I like it! It's really cool! It's pretty awesome, I really like it. One of the things Mork says a lot is "Nanu nanu," it's basically his hello.
One thing I don't understand is why a girl can't be friends with a guy without everyone saying they're soooo in love, and saying they're dating, and stuff like that. It doesn't make sense. A guy and a girl can be good friends, without having romantic attractions toward one another.
I mean, seriously, two girls are friends, and everyone just thinks they're friends. I mean, they can even hug each other, and say they love each other and stuff like that, and people just think they're friends. Two guys can be friends without people thinking they're in love....unless they hug and tell each other they love each other....at least the way girls do.
But a guy and a girl can be best friends, without hugging, without saying "I love you," and yet they're so definitely madly in love.
I have two close guy friends. Neither of which I'm dating. Neither of which I'm madly in love with. Neither of which I dream about–okay, I have dreams about them sometimes, but not the romantic kind. I have weird dreams about being related to them...but that's it.– yet people say we're in love.
For example, one of my friends who lives in the town I used to live in, my family knows, and they think that I need to marry him, and bring him into the family. He's my friend. Just my friend. And I honestly don't think I could survive a relationship with him...we'd clash too much. Honestly, he infuriates me sometimes...like clashing, like...not a good relationship.
Then, I have another friend, who goes to school with me, and our classmates, and even some of the teachers say we're madly in love, flirt all the time–load of crap–and stuff like that. I could maybe handle a relationship with him, but it's highly doubtful, because he really gets on my nerves. There's a reason I punch him. But we don't clash as much as the other guy and I.
Plus, I can go to one of them if I'm having trouble with one thing, and another if I'm having trouble with a different issue.
For one of them...we'll just put his initials KJN, I can go to him if I need help with something to write, and if I'm in a fantasy mood, we can talk fantasy all day long. I know he's my biggest book fan.... I don't care what my family says...but KJN is really my biggest fan. He gives me suggestions that I know I'll never use, and suggestions that are actually pretty good ideas....I've also promised that when I make my book into a movie he can be in the movie. If you wanna buy the book: Paperback, Kindle edition
Now the other guy, again, we'll refer to him by his initials, GWJ...whoa, his initials look cool. *tilts head to side like puppy and stares fascinated* And KJN's initials look like KJV. (or King James Version) *Tilts head to normal position* no more fascination with initials.
Okay, anyway, GWJ has also been there for me...a lot. He's one of the first people I go to if I have a major problem. Especially if it involves guys. He's really really super annoying, but I know that if I have a serious issue he'll take the time to listen. I think he feels the same way about me. Ya know, he can talk to me about anything.
I also go to him for homework help sometimes...then again, I also go to KJN for help. That's the upside to being behind in math. If you can't get ahold of your math teacher, you can just call two of your friends who have gone through Algebra 1 already! Awesome, yes?
I guess I also tend to talk to GWJ more than KJN, because I see him at school everyday, but KJN I rarely see anymore, and he's not one of those people you can call just to say hi, and then talk for an hour or so...GWJ is...that's why I call him while I rollerblade.
But see, I can talk to either one about a variety of things.
However...when it comes to straight up boy-talk...you know what I mean girls...when you talk about the guys you're in love with, and all that lovely stuff.
If I talk to KJN about it...he kinda makes fun of me, and acts all...yeah...I don't really know how to describe it...I can kind of talk to GWJ about it...but I kind of think he feels a little awkward when I do...but anyway, when it comes to guy talk, I got my friend that is a GIRL to talk to about them.
Ahh yes...it's a wonder she still loves me. Lots and lots of guy talk. *giggles giddily*
You know, I came readily prepared with a real topic, but this kinda took over, and now I'm off!
Until next time....
Nanu nanu.
~Katie :)
One thing I don't understand is why a girl can't be friends with a guy without everyone saying they're soooo in love, and saying they're dating, and stuff like that. It doesn't make sense. A guy and a girl can be good friends, without having romantic attractions toward one another.
I mean, seriously, two girls are friends, and everyone just thinks they're friends. I mean, they can even hug each other, and say they love each other and stuff like that, and people just think they're friends. Two guys can be friends without people thinking they're in love....unless they hug and tell each other they love each other....at least the way girls do.
But a guy and a girl can be best friends, without hugging, without saying "I love you," and yet they're so definitely madly in love.
I have two close guy friends. Neither of which I'm dating. Neither of which I'm madly in love with. Neither of which I dream about–okay, I have dreams about them sometimes, but not the romantic kind. I have weird dreams about being related to them...but that's it.– yet people say we're in love.
For example, one of my friends who lives in the town I used to live in, my family knows, and they think that I need to marry him, and bring him into the family. He's my friend. Just my friend. And I honestly don't think I could survive a relationship with him...we'd clash too much. Honestly, he infuriates me sometimes...like clashing, like...not a good relationship.
Then, I have another friend, who goes to school with me, and our classmates, and even some of the teachers say we're madly in love, flirt all the time–load of crap–and stuff like that. I could maybe handle a relationship with him, but it's highly doubtful, because he really gets on my nerves. There's a reason I punch him. But we don't clash as much as the other guy and I.
Plus, I can go to one of them if I'm having trouble with one thing, and another if I'm having trouble with a different issue.
For one of them...we'll just put his initials KJN, I can go to him if I need help with something to write, and if I'm in a fantasy mood, we can talk fantasy all day long. I know he's my biggest book fan.... I don't care what my family says...but KJN is really my biggest fan. He gives me suggestions that I know I'll never use, and suggestions that are actually pretty good ideas....I've also promised that when I make my book into a movie he can be in the movie. If you wanna buy the book: Paperback, Kindle edition
Now the other guy, again, we'll refer to him by his initials, GWJ...whoa, his initials look cool. *tilts head to side like puppy and stares fascinated* And KJN's initials look like KJV. (or King James Version) *Tilts head to normal position* no more fascination with initials.
Okay, anyway, GWJ has also been there for me...a lot. He's one of the first people I go to if I have a major problem. Especially if it involves guys. He's really really super annoying, but I know that if I have a serious issue he'll take the time to listen. I think he feels the same way about me. Ya know, he can talk to me about anything.
I also go to him for homework help sometimes...then again, I also go to KJN for help. That's the upside to being behind in math. If you can't get ahold of your math teacher, you can just call two of your friends who have gone through Algebra 1 already! Awesome, yes?
I guess I also tend to talk to GWJ more than KJN, because I see him at school everyday, but KJN I rarely see anymore, and he's not one of those people you can call just to say hi, and then talk for an hour or so...GWJ is...that's why I call him while I rollerblade.
But see, I can talk to either one about a variety of things.
However...when it comes to straight up boy-talk...you know what I mean girls...when you talk about the guys you're in love with, and all that lovely stuff.
If I talk to KJN about it...he kinda makes fun of me, and acts all...yeah...I don't really know how to describe it...I can kind of talk to GWJ about it...but I kind of think he feels a little awkward when I do...but anyway, when it comes to guy talk, I got my friend that is a GIRL to talk to about them.
Ahh yes...it's a wonder she still loves me. Lots and lots of guy talk. *giggles giddily*
You know, I came readily prepared with a real topic, but this kinda took over, and now I'm off!
Until next time....
Nanu nanu.
~Katie :)
Thursday, September 26, 2013
How Old am I?
When I was younger, like around 12, or 13, everyone thought I was older, like 15, or sixteen....now that I'm 15 almost 16, everyone thinks I'm around 13, or 14....sooo...how old do you, my wonderful fans think I look?
Me half smiling.
Me fully smiling.
So, how old do I look?
~Katie ???
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
So...How ya Doin'?
Okay, you're getting sick of me talking about exercising probably, but I have found this lovely youtube person who I like, because she's so supportive of the people watching the videos, and she encourages them along the way, and tells them things like, "Good job!" And "You've got it!" As well as reminding them, "Keep your back straight," and stuff like that. And she's not super quiet either.
Awesome Lady < that's her.
Well, I just mostly wanted to say that she was awesome.
Oh, wait, no, I got a good grade on my horrid paper, even though I felt like I'd done horrible. I sure didn't do it during the time when I was supposed to. I did it the night before it was due. And yes, I hated it with a burning passion. I hate papers and stuff like that. Because you don't get an option, and I don't always care about the stuff she tells me to do my paper on.
~Katie :)
Awesome Lady < that's her.
Well, I just mostly wanted to say that she was awesome.
Oh, wait, no, I got a good grade on my horrid paper, even though I felt like I'd done horrible. I sure didn't do it during the time when I was supposed to. I did it the night before it was due. And yes, I hated it with a burning passion. I hate papers and stuff like that. Because you don't get an option, and I don't always care about the stuff she tells me to do my paper on.
~Katie :)
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Y'all Get a Double Whammy
I'm sorry, but y'all just get to have a double post today. And yes, I did just say y'all. Sometimes I wonder if I'd be a good hippie.
So, back on the exercising thingy-ma-bobber. (yes, I do like that word) I don't understand how people who do yoga can hold such crazy poses. I'm gonna try it. Yoga is a less breath robbing form of exercise, so I think I'm going to alternate my breath robbers with my less breath robbing, and yoga exercises. I think Yoga (while it can be harder) is a less breath robbing exercise because it is slow, and precise. A lot of other exercises are fast, and repetitive. While yoga can be repetitive, it's also...oh I don't know. Why don't you try yoga, and "normal" exercising, and tell me which is easier for you, and why, and which one is a less breath robbing thing.
I wanted to share with you some things I've noticed since I started on my exercise craze.
By the way, I have a ton of exercises for the core, but not quite as many for the arms, very few for the thighs, and lower legs, and only one for the butt. If anyone knows of any good exercises for those areas, I will gladly accept them.
On the bright side though...I know for sure I can count at least to twenty for repetitions :p
Wow, it's really noisy in a room next to the library....okay, I'm done now.
~Katie :)
So, back on the exercising thingy-ma-bobber. (yes, I do like that word) I don't understand how people who do yoga can hold such crazy poses. I'm gonna try it. Yoga is a less breath robbing form of exercise, so I think I'm going to alternate my breath robbers with my less breath robbing, and yoga exercises. I think Yoga (while it can be harder) is a less breath robbing exercise because it is slow, and precise. A lot of other exercises are fast, and repetitive. While yoga can be repetitive, it's also...oh I don't know. Why don't you try yoga, and "normal" exercising, and tell me which is easier for you, and why, and which one is a less breath robbing thing.
I wanted to share with you some things I've noticed since I started on my exercise craze.
- I'm more confident.
- I'm more interested in eating healthy, although I still like junk food, because junk food is awesome.
- I want to learn more exercises.
- I care more about if I'm sitting straight.
- I keep checking my tummy to see if it's less "fluffy," because I don't agree with Gavyn that girls are supposed to have fluff.
- I'm spending more time on youtube...looking up exercises...and looking for stuff to watch/listen to while exercising.
- I want to challenge myself more. Then again, I already did that...just not with exercises.
- I've decided I want heavier dumbells for my birthday, as well as a bunch of legos, a better camera, and an apple computer. But I'll be content with one of whatever, or even random stuff, so don't think you have to get me whatever.
- I think I sleep better, but I'm not sure, because I didn't sleep well last night...then again, it was really cold last night, and the cold and I do not get along well at all.
- Yeah that's about it.
- But I like bullets so I'm gonna keep typing for a little bit.
- Never mind, I'm done.
By the way, I have a ton of exercises for the core, but not quite as many for the arms, very few for the thighs, and lower legs, and only one for the butt. If anyone knows of any good exercises for those areas, I will gladly accept them.
On the bright side though...I know for sure I can count at least to twenty for repetitions :p
Wow, it's really noisy in a room next to the library....okay, I'm done now.
~Katie :)
The Phone Goes Green Green, I Pink it up and Say Yellow
However, no one is calling me, so my phone isn't going green green, so I can't pink it up and say yellow...what a bummer.
I haven't gotten any pictures of my wooden stuffehz yet, I forgot, but I found an AWESOME song. The Fox It's absolutely amazing. And hilarious. And I love it. ChachachachachachaCHOW. It's a Norwegian song. But it's in English, so I'm sure you could understand it.
I don't like Gangam style though....it's just...strange...I also don't like Gentleman....I basically just don't like Psy...I mean...after all...have you seen his music videos? He looks like he's absolutely horny...so disgusting....
I prefer to stick with more awesome songs like the one that I just shared, or something like Fireflies, or something like The Last Night, or This is What Dreams are Made of, or The Long Word song....all those different songs. Hang on, I'll post links.
Fireflies, The Last Night, This is What Dreams are Made of, The Long Word Song
Yeah, there's a bunch of other songs I love. Dude, I love so many songs it's crazy. Songs were probably made just for me. Okay, probably not just me...but...yeah...I'm really glad that God made songs, because if he hadn't, I'd go crazy. I honestly am not too sure I would be alive if it weren't for music, and songs. I would just explode.
Do you know what I don't get? I don't get how people think that when you spend a lot of time on the computer, you're wasting time. People who make movies spend a lot of time on computers, yet people love them. There are some people who type all their stories on a computer...so they spend a lot of time on computers. There are people on suicide prevention sites who talk to suicidal people. They spend a lot of time on computers...would you say that that's a waste of time? Trying to help people not kill themselves? Teachers spend time on computers finding teaching methods, putting in grades, and finding things to do to help their students...is that a waste of time?
Just because people spend time on computers, even a lot of time doesn't mean that they're wasting time. It would be more wasteful to stay off a computer, and only eat food, and watch movies.
Now, if you can juggle a lot of time on a computer, and time off a computer, that's good. And if you're doing more than just watching stupid youtube videos, and playing a bunch of computer games, you're cool.
By the way, I don't recommend listening to any other songs by the people who sang "The Fox." Turns out that there are cuss words in their other ones....I mean, for at least one of them, it would be okay except for...ya know...language.
Back to my former topic.
I spend a lot of time on facebook...mostly because that's where I can connect with people I don't get to see often. Although, I do spend more time texting them now, because I have a phone with unlimited texting minutes.
I also don't get how people complain about teenagers texting...it's called, "you can't always actually talk to the people face to face because you live in different places." And furthermore, you can in fact read a book and text at the same time. I text while rollerblading. And while doing homework. And on my way to school. And on my way back from school. And...well, you get the point...I can multitask. See, I'm ADHD, which means I don't look like I'm focused, but really, I'm focused on a lot of things at once. Although sometimes I accidentally tune someone out when I'm trying to talk to them...it's really bad. I will say though, that I don't easily focus on more than one thing when I'm sleeping, or reading a book. Other than that I'm good.
I can't even just sit and watch a movie most of the time. I have to read a book, (it's a little hard sometimes, but I can normally get the main idea of both) or draw, or eat, or do homework, or exercise. (which I've been doing a lot nowdays.)
Oh, I also got heavier thingy-ma-bobbers....dumbellish thingy-ma-bobbers. I filled up two gatorade bottles with water, and they're heavier. More of a challenge. After we move to Doug's town, I might look around and see if there's a gym, and possibly join it, in addition to doing my main exercises. I also want to join some sort of Karate, but it costs a lot.
Oh, btw, here's a conversation between me, and my friend Gavyn.
Me: Do you think I'd be good in Karate?"
Gavyn: No.
Me: Why not?
Gavyn: Because.
Me: Because why?
Gavyn: Because I don't want to die.
So, in other words, I'd be great in Karate, but Gavyn's worried I would break the Karate code of ethics and use my Karate to beat him up. However, he's kinda right, and kinda wrong.
You see, I'd get stronger if I joined Karate, so when I punch him, I'll have more force, and I'd probably instinctively use the punches I learned in Karate, you know, after they get pounded into my brain.
However, I already use a few Karate moves. Well, only one really. The one where I grab his wrist, and twist his arm around so he stops poking me in the shoulder with his pencil.
Oh wow, this is a longer post than I meant to write...or even thought I could, because I didn't have much to discuss when I started it....well....
G'bye.
~Katie :)
I haven't gotten any pictures of my wooden stuffehz yet, I forgot, but I found an AWESOME song. The Fox It's absolutely amazing. And hilarious. And I love it. ChachachachachachaCHOW. It's a Norwegian song. But it's in English, so I'm sure you could understand it.
I don't like Gangam style though....it's just...strange...I also don't like Gentleman....I basically just don't like Psy...I mean...after all...have you seen his music videos? He looks like he's absolutely horny...so disgusting....
I prefer to stick with more awesome songs like the one that I just shared, or something like Fireflies, or something like The Last Night, or This is What Dreams are Made of, or The Long Word song....all those different songs. Hang on, I'll post links.
Fireflies, The Last Night, This is What Dreams are Made of, The Long Word Song
Yeah, there's a bunch of other songs I love. Dude, I love so many songs it's crazy. Songs were probably made just for me. Okay, probably not just me...but...yeah...I'm really glad that God made songs, because if he hadn't, I'd go crazy. I honestly am not too sure I would be alive if it weren't for music, and songs. I would just explode.
Do you know what I don't get? I don't get how people think that when you spend a lot of time on the computer, you're wasting time. People who make movies spend a lot of time on computers, yet people love them. There are some people who type all their stories on a computer...so they spend a lot of time on computers. There are people on suicide prevention sites who talk to suicidal people. They spend a lot of time on computers...would you say that that's a waste of time? Trying to help people not kill themselves? Teachers spend time on computers finding teaching methods, putting in grades, and finding things to do to help their students...is that a waste of time?
Just because people spend time on computers, even a lot of time doesn't mean that they're wasting time. It would be more wasteful to stay off a computer, and only eat food, and watch movies.
Now, if you can juggle a lot of time on a computer, and time off a computer, that's good. And if you're doing more than just watching stupid youtube videos, and playing a bunch of computer games, you're cool.
By the way, I don't recommend listening to any other songs by the people who sang "The Fox." Turns out that there are cuss words in their other ones....I mean, for at least one of them, it would be okay except for...ya know...language.
Back to my former topic.
I spend a lot of time on facebook...mostly because that's where I can connect with people I don't get to see often. Although, I do spend more time texting them now, because I have a phone with unlimited texting minutes.
I also don't get how people complain about teenagers texting...it's called, "you can't always actually talk to the people face to face because you live in different places." And furthermore, you can in fact read a book and text at the same time. I text while rollerblading. And while doing homework. And on my way to school. And on my way back from school. And...well, you get the point...I can multitask. See, I'm ADHD, which means I don't look like I'm focused, but really, I'm focused on a lot of things at once. Although sometimes I accidentally tune someone out when I'm trying to talk to them...it's really bad. I will say though, that I don't easily focus on more than one thing when I'm sleeping, or reading a book. Other than that I'm good.
I can't even just sit and watch a movie most of the time. I have to read a book, (it's a little hard sometimes, but I can normally get the main idea of both) or draw, or eat, or do homework, or exercise. (which I've been doing a lot nowdays.)
Oh, I also got heavier thingy-ma-bobbers....dumbellish thingy-ma-bobbers. I filled up two gatorade bottles with water, and they're heavier. More of a challenge. After we move to Doug's town, I might look around and see if there's a gym, and possibly join it, in addition to doing my main exercises. I also want to join some sort of Karate, but it costs a lot.
Oh, btw, here's a conversation between me, and my friend Gavyn.
Me: Do you think I'd be good in Karate?"
Gavyn: No.
Me: Why not?
Gavyn: Because.
Me: Because why?
Gavyn: Because I don't want to die.
So, in other words, I'd be great in Karate, but Gavyn's worried I would break the Karate code of ethics and use my Karate to beat him up. However, he's kinda right, and kinda wrong.
You see, I'd get stronger if I joined Karate, so when I punch him, I'll have more force, and I'd probably instinctively use the punches I learned in Karate, you know, after they get pounded into my brain.
However, I already use a few Karate moves. Well, only one really. The one where I grab his wrist, and twist his arm around so he stops poking me in the shoulder with his pencil.
Oh wow, this is a longer post than I meant to write...or even thought I could, because I didn't have much to discuss when I started it....well....
G'bye.
~Katie :)
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Dun, duh, duh, duh.
So, my mom is getting married, and her fiance (Doug) has a wood shop that I get to work in whenever I want basically. I get a room upstairs, a swing, and possibly (hopefully) a slide. I've already made three things in his work shop (that are completed.)
A banana (it was originally supposed to be a moon, but it messed up, so I turned it into a banana)
A smiley face.
And a cross.
I didn't get to go to my Renaissance festival, because Doug (Who was taking us) was in the hospital with a blood clot...so...no Renaissance festival :( Maybe next year.
I'm also going on a "fitness" thingy-ma-bobber. I exercise every day. Well, every night. Not day. I'm at school all day.
I do wimpy push ups (against the counter, in the girly way, which does exercise your muscles, but doesn't cause near as much pain to your chest. I do sit ups, crunches, twists, side twists, I try to touch my toes, I do some weight lifting with my tiny little 1 pound dumbells, but I plan to fill up two gatorade bottles with water, and use those. It would give me more of a challenge. I also do the "Warrior" yoga pose, and that one pose that I don't remember the name of...maybe the moon pose? And I do squats. One thing I've noticed is that the biceps on my right arm are stronger/bigger that the ones on my left arm...I don't quite know why.
If I had a punching bag, or knew how/had the stuff, to make one I would use that.
I also drink a lot of water, grapefruit juice, and I rollerblade all the time. I also plan on finding more exercises on google, and youtube, and wiki-how.
If anyone knows any good exercises, please let me know!
I don't exactly know why I'm doing this. I guess I'm wanting to get stronger, and more fit. Ya know, 'cause I got fluff, and I don't like my fluff.
My classmate Gavyn says that girls are supposed to have fluff, but I don't have a boyfriend to impress with my fluff, so there's no reason I should have fluff...and he also goes from saying that I'm not smart because I'm a woman to saying that I'm smart because I am a woman...it's very confusing....
My abs are sore from all my crunches and sit ups, however, my upper chest is getting a lot less sore, even with all my push ups. However, I really need some "weights" that weigh more. I should look up and see how much a thingy-ma-bobber of sand costs, that way I can make some heavy weights.
Whoa, a whole heard of peoplez just came into the library...and I must get on with my movie, and on with my research.
Also, if anyone knows how old David was at First Samuel 16, please let me know.
Alright, g'bye
~Katie :)
A banana (it was originally supposed to be a moon, but it messed up, so I turned it into a banana)
A smiley face.
And a cross.
I didn't get to go to my Renaissance festival, because Doug (Who was taking us) was in the hospital with a blood clot...so...no Renaissance festival :( Maybe next year.
I'm also going on a "fitness" thingy-ma-bobber. I exercise every day. Well, every night. Not day. I'm at school all day.
I do wimpy push ups (against the counter, in the girly way, which does exercise your muscles, but doesn't cause near as much pain to your chest. I do sit ups, crunches, twists, side twists, I try to touch my toes, I do some weight lifting with my tiny little 1 pound dumbells, but I plan to fill up two gatorade bottles with water, and use those. It would give me more of a challenge. I also do the "Warrior" yoga pose, and that one pose that I don't remember the name of...maybe the moon pose? And I do squats. One thing I've noticed is that the biceps on my right arm are stronger/bigger that the ones on my left arm...I don't quite know why.
If I had a punching bag, or knew how/had the stuff, to make one I would use that.
I also drink a lot of water, grapefruit juice, and I rollerblade all the time. I also plan on finding more exercises on google, and youtube, and wiki-how.
If anyone knows any good exercises, please let me know!
I don't exactly know why I'm doing this. I guess I'm wanting to get stronger, and more fit. Ya know, 'cause I got fluff, and I don't like my fluff.
My classmate Gavyn says that girls are supposed to have fluff, but I don't have a boyfriend to impress with my fluff, so there's no reason I should have fluff...and he also goes from saying that I'm not smart because I'm a woman to saying that I'm smart because I am a woman...it's very confusing....
My abs are sore from all my crunches and sit ups, however, my upper chest is getting a lot less sore, even with all my push ups. However, I really need some "weights" that weigh more. I should look up and see how much a thingy-ma-bobber of sand costs, that way I can make some heavy weights.
Whoa, a whole heard of peoplez just came into the library...and I must get on with my movie, and on with my research.
Also, if anyone knows how old David was at First Samuel 16, please let me know.
Alright, g'bye
~Katie :)
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Thoughts
I've been thinking. And do you know what I've realized? At my school--a private CHRISTIAN school, there are so many insecure people. I know of at least three. And there's bullies too. I don't know if some of the bullies even realize they're bullies. And there's also some people who are perfectly nice, but when they're put together with one of their friends, they can be mean. Then there are people that I am pretty sure are some type of strange bipolar, because sometimes they can be super mean, and other times they can be really nice. And there's one person at our school that everyone thinks is perfectly fine, but he's really an arrogant, stuck up, know it all, who is really a jerk. Especially to his sister, who can be really nice and sweet. She isn't always, and yes, she can get somewhat annoying at times, but she's not the ugly, weird, brat that he says she is.
He yells at her to shut up, and acts like he knows the answers to everything, all the time. You know what, I need to get off of the topic about him, because if I don't, I'll get mad, and if I get mad, I'll really start to rant, and if I start to rant, I'll get off topic, and if I get off topic I can't make a point, and if I can't make a point, y'all won't know what's going on inside my brain, and if y'all don't know what's going on inside my brain, my blog will be useless, and if my blog is useless, I have no business having a blog, and if I have no business having a blog, I'll just get rid of it, and if I just get rid of it, I'll have no outlet for my rants and stuff like that, and if I have no outlet for my rants and stuff like that I'll explode.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, insecure people, and bullies. They don't always bully, and sometimes it looks like teasing. But there's a difference between bullying, and teasing. Bullying hurts, and teasing merely annoys. Maybe they don't mean to bully, maybe they think they're teasing...but a lot of that kind of teasing can be painful.
Having a classmate call you a cross-dresser, just because you're a tomboyish girl, hurts. Especially when you don't know if they're teasing, or really do want to make you insecure.
Remember what kind of school I go to? Oh yes...a Christian school.
A Christian school where people make gay jokes, and perverted jokes, and purposely mispronounce words to make them sound dirty, and shove other classmates into desks because they got super annoyed.
Oh wait...that last one was me...um...well...and I did apologize, and I think he forgave me. I'm pretty sure he forgave me. We're good friends.
And I have a friend there, who a guy won't talk to anymore, simply because people at that school teased them mercilessly, and said that she liked him...when she didn't. And it's happening again, with another guy.
And I get teased constantly, both among my family, and at school about guys. My family is bound and determined I'm going to marry one of my guy friends, and everyone at school is bound and determined that I am madly in love with another one of my guy friends.
Well, guess what...I'm not. And I'm not too sure I'm even gonna get married, or have kids. Besides, I was told by someone that they can see me as a single lady. I'm too independent anyway. And argumentative, and opinionated....
Anyway, I just wanted to point out that just because "Bible" is tacked onto something doesn't make it Christian, and I wanted to point out that my school is slightly messed up sometimes.
OH! And a guy who quit coming to our school came back to visit, and he looks WAY different. He bleached his hair, and apparently he dyed his eyebrows, and eyelashes, and he wore a stocking cap IN SEPTEMBER, and he had super skinny jeans, and he looked WAY different. WAY different. If I don't stop saying that, that's all I will say, because he looks WAY different.
I really need a personal massage therapist....
I'm going to a Renaissance Festival on Saturday!!! Okay, goodbye.
~Katie :)
He yells at her to shut up, and acts like he knows the answers to everything, all the time. You know what, I need to get off of the topic about him, because if I don't, I'll get mad, and if I get mad, I'll really start to rant, and if I start to rant, I'll get off topic, and if I get off topic I can't make a point, and if I can't make a point, y'all won't know what's going on inside my brain, and if y'all don't know what's going on inside my brain, my blog will be useless, and if my blog is useless, I have no business having a blog, and if I have no business having a blog, I'll just get rid of it, and if I just get rid of it, I'll have no outlet for my rants and stuff like that, and if I have no outlet for my rants and stuff like that I'll explode.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, insecure people, and bullies. They don't always bully, and sometimes it looks like teasing. But there's a difference between bullying, and teasing. Bullying hurts, and teasing merely annoys. Maybe they don't mean to bully, maybe they think they're teasing...but a lot of that kind of teasing can be painful.
Having a classmate call you a cross-dresser, just because you're a tomboyish girl, hurts. Especially when you don't know if they're teasing, or really do want to make you insecure.
Remember what kind of school I go to? Oh yes...a Christian school.
A Christian school where people make gay jokes, and perverted jokes, and purposely mispronounce words to make them sound dirty, and shove other classmates into desks because they got super annoyed.
Oh wait...that last one was me...um...well...and I did apologize, and I think he forgave me. I'm pretty sure he forgave me. We're good friends.
And I have a friend there, who a guy won't talk to anymore, simply because people at that school teased them mercilessly, and said that she liked him...when she didn't. And it's happening again, with another guy.
And I get teased constantly, both among my family, and at school about guys. My family is bound and determined I'm going to marry one of my guy friends, and everyone at school is bound and determined that I am madly in love with another one of my guy friends.
Well, guess what...I'm not. And I'm not too sure I'm even gonna get married, or have kids. Besides, I was told by someone that they can see me as a single lady. I'm too independent anyway. And argumentative, and opinionated....
Anyway, I just wanted to point out that just because "Bible" is tacked onto something doesn't make it Christian, and I wanted to point out that my school is slightly messed up sometimes.
OH! And a guy who quit coming to our school came back to visit, and he looks WAY different. He bleached his hair, and apparently he dyed his eyebrows, and eyelashes, and he wore a stocking cap IN SEPTEMBER, and he had super skinny jeans, and he looked WAY different. WAY different. If I don't stop saying that, that's all I will say, because he looks WAY different.
I really need a personal massage therapist....
I'm going to a Renaissance Festival on Saturday!!! Okay, goodbye.
~Katie :)
Friday, August 30, 2013
About School
Well, for one thing, I don't particularly like Computers class. Mostly because Miss. Montgomery insists that we have to type, "correctly." I can type much faster, and much more accurate, with the way I taught myself. So why do I have to know how to type, "correctly?" And I don't particularly think I like Bible class much. I think I liked Miss. Montgomery better as an English teacher.
Mrs. B (the teacher that most of the students don't like,) seems okay, although I don't like her too much as an English teacher. She makes us read out loud (which I don't like because I can have the whole story read, and absorbed in much faster than it takes for us to read it aloud) and interrupts to explain things, and talks about her opinions and stuff, but she seems alright.
Brother Todd is of course one of the best teachers ever, although he's more strict this year. But he still allows me to render punishment upon Gavyn, for he deserves it, for he annoys me. Although I will say that Gavyn is also one of my best friends.
Mr. Miller is also awesome! But, unless Karen comes back for choir, he won't let me hit optional high notes. Because I'm the only one that can hit them. And it makes me sad. And makes me miss Karen even more. She's one of my bestest friends ever. Mr. Miller said that sometime he whistles out the window at his wife (because she's on campus too,) and embarrasses her. I find it funny.
Miss. Sickler (aka Tonya, because I knew her as Tonya first) is a pretty good teacher too. I've known her for a long time, just not as a teacher. She's a really good teacher, it's very, very, helpful to have her explaining math in a way I can understand.
Mrs. Hinthorn is a pretty good teacher too.
I think I've just been blessed with an awesome group of teachers!
And I've even made it into a deputation group! We "stole" one of last year's group's names, Sustaining Grace, because we couldn't come up with any names ourselves :/
And, I just might get to be my classes STUCO rep! Gavyn and Angela said they'd vote for me, and Gabe said he would too. All I have left to convince are Martin and Corgan. Corgan said something about running for rep too, and Martin is already in STUCO, so Martin wouldn't run for rep. But, if Gavyn, Angela, and Gabe all vote for me, Corgan can't win anyway!
You see, I want to be in STUCO, but I don't want to be in one of the four main offices, but I want to have the fun of helping out with STUCO activities. Hence why I want to be a rep.
Well....that's all I had for now....
G'bye!
~Katie :)
Mrs. B (the teacher that most of the students don't like,) seems okay, although I don't like her too much as an English teacher. She makes us read out loud (which I don't like because I can have the whole story read, and absorbed in much faster than it takes for us to read it aloud) and interrupts to explain things, and talks about her opinions and stuff, but she seems alright.
Brother Todd is of course one of the best teachers ever, although he's more strict this year. But he still allows me to render punishment upon Gavyn, for he deserves it, for he annoys me. Although I will say that Gavyn is also one of my best friends.
Mr. Miller is also awesome! But, unless Karen comes back for choir, he won't let me hit optional high notes. Because I'm the only one that can hit them. And it makes me sad. And makes me miss Karen even more. She's one of my bestest friends ever. Mr. Miller said that sometime he whistles out the window at his wife (because she's on campus too,) and embarrasses her. I find it funny.
Miss. Sickler (aka Tonya, because I knew her as Tonya first) is a pretty good teacher too. I've known her for a long time, just not as a teacher. She's a really good teacher, it's very, very, helpful to have her explaining math in a way I can understand.
Mrs. Hinthorn is a pretty good teacher too.
I think I've just been blessed with an awesome group of teachers!
And I've even made it into a deputation group! We "stole" one of last year's group's names, Sustaining Grace, because we couldn't come up with any names ourselves :/
And, I just might get to be my classes STUCO rep! Gavyn and Angela said they'd vote for me, and Gabe said he would too. All I have left to convince are Martin and Corgan. Corgan said something about running for rep too, and Martin is already in STUCO, so Martin wouldn't run for rep. But, if Gavyn, Angela, and Gabe all vote for me, Corgan can't win anyway!
You see, I want to be in STUCO, but I don't want to be in one of the four main offices, but I want to have the fun of helping out with STUCO activities. Hence why I want to be a rep.
Well....that's all I had for now....
G'bye!
~Katie :)
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
I'm ALIVE!!!
So, I survived first day of school, and have gotten settled in fairly well with my classmates, and schedule and stuff.
So far Algebra 1 (most likely my hardest class this year) seems fairly easy. I hope it stays that way. And Health seems super duper boring.
I like Mrs. B okay...but she treats us like little kids. It's understandable, because she taught the 7th and 8th grade class...but still...tenth graders don't need to have stories read aloud to them....I could have read the whole thing in less than half the class period.
And I like Larry Tudgeman from Lizzie McGuire.
Well, just wanted to tell y'all that my stress was for naught.
~Katie :)
So far Algebra 1 (most likely my hardest class this year) seems fairly easy. I hope it stays that way. And Health seems super duper boring.
I like Mrs. B okay...but she treats us like little kids. It's understandable, because she taught the 7th and 8th grade class...but still...tenth graders don't need to have stories read aloud to them....I could have read the whole thing in less than half the class period.
And I like Larry Tudgeman from Lizzie McGuire.
Well, just wanted to tell y'all that my stress was for naught.
~Katie :)
Monday, August 19, 2013
My Artwork
I draw sometimes....so here's my art!
A mask.
A minotaur. Actually, it's probably Aldon, but my mom is the only person who knows who that is....
A girl!
An unfinished drawing that will probably be unfinished for forever....
My hands.
My left hand
A duck...or my graaaaduataaan picttaaaah....but only Karen, and Brenda get this.
Friends of God enemies of the world, Friends of the world enemies of God.
A heart is like an onion.
Anything worth having is worth fighting for.
Kissing people.
Lovin' my book.
This is a wonderful drawing that I will someday be turning into a book.
An unfinished drawing...mostly because I got sick of drawing cobblestone.
A girl on a horse.
This is a drawing of my fictional character, Jasper. Ignore the thing about Jamaica, and Minnesota.
An unfinished farm
This was supposed to be a drawing of a girl smiling with her mouth open, but instead she looks like a creepy alien.
A girl in a blue dress.
Left to right: Giant, centaur, Aslan, driad, dwarf, minotaur.
Girl in a green dress.
And I draw the sometimes super loneliness that comes with being the only person around without a significant other.
A girl in a purple dress.
A purple dragon. Can anyone tell what I forgot to give it? Wings....
I demonstrate how a mask works.
A rather bad portrayal of the game stretch.
What will someday...possibly...be the coverart of one of my books.
Or this one.
Or this one....
Okay, well, lemme know if you like them, and which one your favorite is, and stuff like that....
~Katie :)
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I start school, tomorrow, I wish it would go away! Okay, so maybe I don't want it to go away...but I'm so nervous. It's going to drive me crazy! What if I'm not prepared enough? What if I'm TOO prepared? Is it possible to be too prepared?
I have 4.5 binders and 3 pencil case thingies that go into the binders, and one that I could just carry around.... I HAVE to have one of the pencil case thingies in my math binder....but then, it would also be wise to have one in my Bible binder, because if I don't, and I forget pens or pencils, Miss. Montgomery will KILL me. Figurtively speaking...but...yeah.... Then I should also have one with my English binder....this is so not cool....and I'd need one in the one I put everything in....it was much more simple last year when I only had two binders....and idk, maybe I should scrap the .5 binder which I was going to use for computers class, and use the one I would use for everything else? And if I did that I would have 4 binders instead...I really didn't quite understand if I was supposed to have a separate binder for math either.... And I could always scrap the binder I was gonna use for English...but then what if we get a lot of story handouts? I suppose I could always take my "English binder" home, and just take the stories home too, and put them in the binder there, and I would only have three binders like I started out with....
Yes, these are the pre-school (not preschool like little kids, pre-school, as in before school) things I wonder and stress about.
And honestly, this will be the first, "first day of school," I've ever had because I was homeschooled, and I came to school late last year. Only a week late...but late anyway....
And then there's the whole the-seniors-graduated-taking-with-them-most-of-my-good-close-friends.... I mean, I seriously have only one close friend left at school...and I can't exactly talk to him about guys....I mean, well, I could...but he's a bit of a big tease. He's still one of my best friends though. And then there's the whole, "oh wow, now there's gonna be another girl in my class," thing...which I don't know if I'm thrilled about this or not...I mean...how do I know if she'll be nice? What if she's snobby? Honestly, we have ENOUGH snobby girls at my school, we don't need more. And then, what if she's not snobby, but just really mean? Oh, and someone can be popular without being snobby. I think it would be safe to describe Travis as popular...and he's not too snobby. He can be a bit mean sometimes, and a bit of a know it all, and if I was more myself at school I think Travis and I could get into some wonderful arguments. I like arguments. But I'm a bit lost at school.
You know, I go from one topic to the next so fast, I don't even know when I should make a paragraph break! It's horrible...especially sense I'm supposed to be an author....
Well, if you'll excuse me...I shall go stress elsewhere.
Farewell my loyal readers!
~Katie :)
I have 4.5 binders and 3 pencil case thingies that go into the binders, and one that I could just carry around.... I HAVE to have one of the pencil case thingies in my math binder....but then, it would also be wise to have one in my Bible binder, because if I don't, and I forget pens or pencils, Miss. Montgomery will KILL me. Figurtively speaking...but...yeah.... Then I should also have one with my English binder....this is so not cool....and I'd need one in the one I put everything in....it was much more simple last year when I only had two binders....and idk, maybe I should scrap the .5 binder which I was going to use for computers class, and use the one I would use for everything else? And if I did that I would have 4 binders instead...I really didn't quite understand if I was supposed to have a separate binder for math either.... And I could always scrap the binder I was gonna use for English...but then what if we get a lot of story handouts? I suppose I could always take my "English binder" home, and just take the stories home too, and put them in the binder there, and I would only have three binders like I started out with....
Yes, these are the pre-school (not preschool like little kids, pre-school, as in before school) things I wonder and stress about.
And honestly, this will be the first, "first day of school," I've ever had because I was homeschooled, and I came to school late last year. Only a week late...but late anyway....
And then there's the whole the-seniors-graduated-taking-with-them-most-of-my-good-close-friends.... I mean, I seriously have only one close friend left at school...and I can't exactly talk to him about guys....I mean, well, I could...but he's a bit of a big tease. He's still one of my best friends though. And then there's the whole, "oh wow, now there's gonna be another girl in my class," thing...which I don't know if I'm thrilled about this or not...I mean...how do I know if she'll be nice? What if she's snobby? Honestly, we have ENOUGH snobby girls at my school, we don't need more. And then, what if she's not snobby, but just really mean? Oh, and someone can be popular without being snobby. I think it would be safe to describe Travis as popular...and he's not too snobby. He can be a bit mean sometimes, and a bit of a know it all, and if I was more myself at school I think Travis and I could get into some wonderful arguments. I like arguments. But I'm a bit lost at school.
You know, I go from one topic to the next so fast, I don't even know when I should make a paragraph break! It's horrible...especially sense I'm supposed to be an author....
Well, if you'll excuse me...I shall go stress elsewhere.
Farewell my loyal readers!
~Katie :)
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Countdown....3.....
Can you guess what I'm counting down to? That's right! School.... I know I've said this before...but I'm both excited for school, and...bummed about school.... I'm a bit nervous.... I mean, I like some of the teachers, and I miss some of them, and I miss some of my classmates, and a few people from the other classes...oh, I guess it's just the principle of the thing...you know, sitting down for hours, being under the control of people who aren't my mom, and a bunch of work that I have to do.
And, I've been working on my updos some more....
And, I've been working on my updos some more....
Meet the ballerina bun. It's done by making a ponytail, then taking little pieces and twisting them super tight and pinning them up so it looks awesome like that....
Okay, you see how complicated this looks? Guess what...it's not complicated at all! I didn't even realize how hard it really looks until my mom took a picture for me. What you do is...yes, you make another ponytail, and then you make a twisty braid. If you don't know how to do that, here's a link: Twist Braid
Just don't wrap any hair around the ponytail holder.... Then you just twist it around in a circle and pin it.
This is just a normal bun....I prefer different buns :p
Well, I gotta go now...and leave the wonderful world of blogging, online hairdos, and Lizzie McGuire. Lizzie McGuire
G'bye.
~Katie :)
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
My Quest
I'm on a quest to find writing competitions for teenaged authors. If you know of any, TELL ME.
Thank you!
~Katie :)
Thank you!
~Katie :)
Pictures, pictures, pictures!!!
Okay, so to start with, (no, you don't get your pictures right away, hang on, and you'll get some) while at camp I got a job. You can either be a server, a waiter, a bathroom cleaner, or a dishwasher, and I don't know if you get paid for being a server. Anyone want to guess what my job was? I was a bathroom cleaner! And yes, I unfortunately had to clean the guy's bathroom too, and it was DISGUSTING. So disgusting. Plus there was a point in time where I was out of the foamy cleaner stuff, and I had to use bleach. I almost passed out because of the fumes. I hate bleach.
Anyway, I got paid 50 dollars. 5 of which went to tithe, and 15 of which went to paying for the room I shared with my cousin, and best friend, and the rest went to school stuff. Pens, pencils, binders, paper, erasers, and new boots. Although, I didn't have enough for the boots, so my kind wonderful, loving cousin helped me out. He said it was my birthday present, although my birthday isn't until November. It was awesome.
And I found out that I'm related to one of the board members, which is pretty crazy! See, he's my dad's mom's cousin. Pretty cool, huh?
Anyway, I've also been preparing for school by figuring out some updos I can do that won't give me a headache, and are fairly easy and fast to do.
To start with, here's a few pictures of my new boots:
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Anyway, I got paid 50 dollars. 5 of which went to tithe, and 15 of which went to paying for the room I shared with my cousin, and best friend, and the rest went to school stuff. Pens, pencils, binders, paper, erasers, and new boots. Although, I didn't have enough for the boots, so my kind wonderful, loving cousin helped me out. He said it was my birthday present, although my birthday isn't until November. It was awesome.
And I found out that I'm related to one of the board members, which is pretty crazy! See, he's my dad's mom's cousin. Pretty cool, huh?
Anyway, I've also been preparing for school by figuring out some updos I can do that won't give me a headache, and are fairly easy and fast to do.
To start with, here's a few pictures of my new boots:
That picture was kind of dark, so I took another one.
See, you can tell what color they actually are there.
There's a picture of them on my feet.
And there's a picture of the kind of outfit I would wear to school. I have to have sleeves below my elbows, my hair up, a long skirt below my knees, and closed toe, and heel shoes.
This is my new dagger in its sheath. I love it. A lot.
This is my dagger out of its sheath.
Me holding my dagger, smiling hugely, and looking cheesy and creepy.
This is me looking less creepy and cheesy, but loving my dagger none the less.
This is me with my hair wet.
This is my hair up in a new hairstyle I came up with.
A semi better picture of it.
I redid it, trying to keep it from slanting up. It looks huge right there.
A sock bun, however, I see that the sock is seen. Bummer.... I need to work on making the sock unseeable.
Another picture of the sock bun.
The updo I'm practicing for today. I kind of like it. If you want to know how to do it, what you do is you take your hair, and put it into two ponytails, then you braid your ponytail into several different braids, of different sizes, then you just twist it all together, and around the base of your ponytail, then you pin it up like a normal braid.
And there is a rather blury picture of my mommy :)
You know how I said I bought new binders? Well, here's the one that I had last year. Yes, I decorated it all myself.
This is my schedule from last year, all up close and personal.
And this is a close up of the hand I had on my binder.
My English class binder for this year.
The title, "English" on my binder.
A close up of one of my favorite quotes.
I figured that this would be a good Bible verse to put on a school binder.
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My Bible class binder.
A close up of one of the sayings I put on my Bible binder.
This is a quote that they have in the back of the tabernacle at camp.
A close up of the title, "Bible" and John Three sixteen.
One of my favorite scriptures.
My name, which I will be putting on my locker :)
And this is my schedule for this year! See the difference?
We've even got three new teachers! My friend Lee's mom is going to be teaching first and second grade, because we had first and second grade teacher problems last year, because the teacher had to leave after the first semester. Sad huh? And then they had two first and second grade teachers for the last semester.
Then we have a new 7th and 8th grade teacher, and the former 7th and 8th grade teacher is going to be teaching English, and the former English teacher is going to be teaching Bible. However, she's still going to be teaching Computers. BUT she won't be teaching Journalism. The former Bible teacher ran off and got married, which is really upsetting. She also taught Heath/P.E., and Evangelism We no longer have an Evangelism class, but, our other new teacher is going to be teaching Psychology, and I think Business Math.
I would have taken Psychology, but Mr. Brewer doesn't like me, so he decided to put Choir and Psychology at the same time. I'm taking choir again this year, because I don't want to have to take Art. Not that I have anything against the art teacher, it's just that I can teach myself to draw just fine by myself, and I like to sing.
I'm also going to try to join a deputation group, because I...um, again, I like to sing. I just hope I don't end up with a bunch of people I don't like.
And apparently we have a new girl in my class. I should be super excited, but I'm not really. I mean, for one, what if she ends up being one of those annoying girls who only thinks and talks about boys, hot actors, clothes, and hair. I mean, I talk about that too, but I also talk about cats, and dogs, and horses, and movies (the actual movies, not the actors) my dreams, my books, see, I have much more to talk about than them. And what if she's not quite like that, but she's snooty? And, besides, now that she's here, I'm less unique! I mean, seriously, how many non-homeschooled people can say that they're the only girl in their class? Not too many. And now I can't either.
I can't wait to see who the other new students are though. It'll be really exciting.
I'm actually pretty nervous though, because I haven't had a first day of school before. Because my last first day of school, it wasn't really my first day, because I came late. I was about a week late.
If anyone has any updos that they could recommend to me, please let me know, because I really want to have different hairdos, but I'm not too good at updos.... Anyway, I must depart. Farewell!
~Katie :)
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