Acheiving

You know, I've been thinking...maybe there is no such thing as an overachiever.  I get called an overachiever sometimes, because I'll get an assignment that was due on Friday, done on Tuesday and turn it in Wednesday morning.  But what if I'm not really an overachiever?
I know what I'm capable of.  I know what I can achieve.  And if I go ahead and do what I know what I can achieve, aren't I achieving just right?  The only way to overachieve would be if I achieved something I wasn't capable of achieving...which would be impossible, because it's something I'm not capable of achieving.
So, maybe, when you think about it, you're underachieving when you know what you COULD achieve, but decide NOT to achieve it or even to try it, because you're too lazy to, or because you think you'll get made fun of.  There's no such thing as overachieving, only underachieving and just-right-achieving.

~Katie :)

Books

Those of you who know me, know I love books.  When I was younger I did almost nothing but read books, climb trees, make things I read about from books....everything was books.  I loved books.  I still love books, but some things make it harder to actually sit down and read.  Such as school.  Anyway, I wanted to talk about books.  Sort of.
Some books are absolutely wonderful.  I always loved Alice in Wonderland.  So whimsical, I suppose is what you would call it.  I read it several times.  I also read Little Women several times, as well as Eight Cousins, and the Little House on the Prairie books.  I had read the first Chronicles of Narnia book by the time I was six.  Well, actually, that depends on which book you're counting as the first.  I read The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.  I also read some books that couldn't exactly be classified as 'classics' of any type.  I read  The Boys Start the War and The Girls Get Even.  The Girl With the Silver Eyes, Babysitting is a Dangerous Job, The Furthest Away Mountain, Dragon Rider, Boxcar Children, Twelve Candles Club....  Anything I could get my hands on.  Anything.
I still read books.  I read books like Sold and This Song Will Save Your Life.  I still read the Chronicles of Narnia books and just recently I reread The Girl With the Silver Eyes.  I just finished a book called Out of My Mind.  I read books with titles like Tempest.  Once.  Unfortunately, in English, I'm reading a book called The Great Gatsby.  Personally, I see nothing great about him at all.
I read Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Realistic, Romance, ANYTHING.
Some really good books I've read were: This Song Will Save Your Life, Out of My Mind, Thirteen Reasons Why, Because I Am Furniture.  And those are just some I can remember the titles of.  And do you know what every single one of those books is at least somewhat about?  Bullies.  In This Song Will Save Your Life, the main character is the butt of every joke and for some reason wants to be popular.  There's one point where she tried to kill herself.  Where did the title come from?  She came across a warehouse 'night club' where she became a DJ.  Out of My Mind is about a girl with cerebral palsy (as far as I know, the story isn't true.)  She can't talk, she can't walk, but then she gets a device that she can bang on with her thumbs and write out what she wants to say, and it will say it for her.  That's how she shows her smarts.  She's so smart she's put in a "smart bee," but her 'team' leaves her behind at the last minute...they don't like her, because of how different she is, because they don't understand her.  Thirteen Reasons Why is about a girl who kills herself.  But, she leaves behind 7 cassette tapes, with thirteen of the sides recorded on, and these tapes get passed around to thirteen people, each side explaining to each person what effect they had on her decision to kill herself.  Because I Am Furniture is one of the saddest ones, because it's about a girl who is abused in her own home.
Yes, I read sad books.  I also read happy ones.  But what I want to point out is that these books are popular.  People read them.  And do you know why?  Why do people read any books?  They read educational books to learn, funny books to laugh, but why sad books?  Because they relate.  And that makes me mad.
No one.  NO ONE.  Should ever have to relate to books like that.  Why does these books sell?  Why does everyone love them?  Because they relate.  And they shouldn't have to relate to books like that.  And I know I just repeated myself, but it makes me so mad.  There are people who bully and it's like they don't even stop to think, "Wait, this is a person too.  I'm hurting another human."  And what I don't understand is why.
Don't give me that crap about, "Their daddy isn't home," "They're hurt inside," "They're insecure," "They're just teasing."  They choose how they act.  Your daddy isn't home and they're hurt inside?  Okay, so why make others hurt inside?  You're insecure?  Okay, do your best to make no one else feel insecure.  You're just teasing?  Are you my friend?  No?  You have no right to tease me.  That is reserved for my family and friends...people who know not to cross the line.
Do your part....don't help add to the population of people who relate to sad books like that.
~Katie X(

Achoo!

So, I've been sick.  In fact, I missed school Monday and Tuesday.  For those of you who know me well, you know that I do not miss school.  Ever.  Tuesday, I thought I'd be able to handle it, but...well...when we were on our way to school, I started coughing so hard I couldn't breathe.  I couldn't even stop coughing.
I wound up staying at my cousin's house all day long, infecting her bed, sleeping with very few breaks.  I feel sorry for all the people who tried to text me, although it was mostly one of my best friend's brother, Andy.
When I moved from Nowata, Andy and Zena (his sister, my best friend) were pretty much my best friends and recently, Andy got my number and BAM suddenly random texts about presidents.  I believe his first text was something about John Adams....  So, now our main thing is to send each other lists of presidents, colors, historical people...anything.  Oh, and animal noises.  And Zena and I always text about...everything.  Boys, how strange Andy is....Jasper.  Everything.  Man I miss her.
Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that I was alive, not dead or gasping for air somewhere (yet).
~Katie :)

November 18, 2015

What's so important about that date?  That is the date I turn 18.  That is the date I magically turn into an adult and take on all the responsibilities of adulthood.  Suddenly, I'm going to be deemed responsible enough, old enough, to buy knives, guns, and ciggarettes on my own.  Suddenly, I'm going to be deemed old enough to vote on who I want running my country.  Suddenly I'm responsible enough to work in the meat/deli section of store.
What's so magical about the age 18?  When I turned sixteen after being fifteen, I still freaked out happily over a new knife or seeing something involving one of my fandoms out in public.  I still google searched strange things to use in my books.  I still read books from the children AND YA section of the library.  Same goes for when I turned seventeen after being sixteen.  Of course, I'm so out of it sometimes that I still almost tell people that I'm fifteen.
Of course, things that happened while I was sixteen was that I got a job.  I was introduced to 'Doctor Who,' and a wonderful time waster known as Netflix.  I got my first actual paycheck, while beforehand, when I was a mopper/janitor person I'd been paid out of my employer's pocket.  I got my first check stubs.  I built a little box/chest that I absolutely love.  It even has a lock.  Which I rarely use.  I met my cousin who was born on my birthday for the first time.  I went to four different camps in one summer.
And well, I suppose not much has happened since I turned seventeen, seeing as I've only been seventeen for a few months....  But different things will happen.
When I was little and envisioned myself at age twelve, I saw myself as super mature, almost adult, calm, cool collected....  Haha, yeah.  No.  And I'm sure that's not going to happen when I turn eighteen either.  I'm still going to be me, am I not?  And 'me' is still going to like the same things she does, is she not?  There was a little girl that once said something about how you're all ages at once.  When you're sick and tired and want your mommy to hold you, you're six (that's me right now.)  And she listed so many of those, but I don't remember them all and can't find them on youtube.
I guess my main point right now is this;  Okay, so I'll be 18.  It doesn't mean I'll really be any more mature or responsible than I am now...but I guess I might as well try.
~Katie :)
P.S.  Honestly, the whole idea makes me feel rather sick.

Who Am I?

No, this isn't me not knowing who I am, this is me wondering if you know who I am.  To the librarian on the third floor of the library, I am a shy, reserved young lady, who gets curious about things, loves to read almost anything, and rarely if ever makes a disturbance in the library.  To my family, however, I'm the girl who either never shuts up or spends too much time reading or on her phone....  To the people at school, I'm that weird girl who has a weird sense of style and a weird idea of fun and weird opinions.  So, what, or rather who, does that make me?  Am I the weird girl, quiet girl, or too talkative/too involved with my books and phone girl?
I'm the same girl everywhere I go.  I still like to read.  I still dislike the color pink.  I still love writing.  I still believe that abortion is murder.  I still consider the same people my best friends.  I still have the same opinions.  So, am I a different girl, or still the same girl?
When I'm alone in my room, I'll talk to myself or just write/draw/read quietly.  Sometimes I'll sing.  I'll watch a movie.  I'll work out.  I'll play piano.  I'll play on facebook.  When my violin gets its E string fixed, I'll play it as well.  I'll wonder things like what I'm about to post on facebook.  I'll clean my room.  I'll organize it.  I'll pick out an outfit for the next day.  Or I'll just run through a mental list of all the clothing I own and pick out an outfit from that.
Do any of these girls sound the same?  Maybe partially.  But despite all the differences, they're all me.
~Katie :)

They See Me Rollin' They Hatin'!

Honestly, I don't particularly care for the song that came from, but I was rollin' earlier.  Rollerblading that is.  I went rollerblading because today is just all around a fantastic day.  Warm and wonderful.  I have loved today.  Sorrowfully, I have had to spend way too much time inside at school.  There is a good reason not to go to school.
Anyway, I went rollerblading and ran into two little boys (not literally ran into though,) and one of them asked me if my parents knew I was out there and we ended our conversation with him telling me to be careful.  It was so funny and awesome.
~Katie :)

Differences

So, I've been thinking, and also reading one of my friend's blogs and it just made me think....  It's kind of funny, because we're both so much alike, but our blogging styles are different.  Hers is "Through the Eyes of the Narnian Queen," on the side bar of my blog.  Her blog, not her style.
But see, our styles are different too.  Her style includes posting on her blog once a week (I think,) mine includes posting whenever I do so desire.  I often have mini rants and sometimes go into detail about what's happening in my life.  She often goes into detail about what's happening in her life, and also does movie reviews.  I don't really do movie reviews.
I just kind of thought it was funny.  Two people 3-4 years apart in age, yet our blogging is so different.  Of course, if you read my blog from 3-4 years ago, my blogging style is different.  Maybe it just has to do with age?  Who knows.  Well, other than God.  He knows everything.
And because I forgot to share this earlier:  Here is my new song Everything is Changing
~Katie :)

Backwards Thinking

I am a Christian.  I am going to Heaven.  God loves me no matter what.  Considering the last statement I just made, I can therefore make this statement:  because God loves me no matter what, it doesn't matter what I do to others, especially people who do not claim to have the love of God surrounding them.
I am not a Christian.  Honestly, I have no idea where I'm going.  Maybe just in the ground, but maybe Hell if Christians are right.  Considering the way I am treated by Christians, God is an unfeeling being who cares not for my feelings.  Considering the last statement I made, I can therefore make this statement:  Because there is either not a God or an unfeeling God who doesn't care, I can do whatever I want and there will never be any negative consequences.
I am a Christian.  I am going to Heaven.  God loves me no matter what.  The Bible tells me to love others and do unto them whatever I want them to do to me.  This includes people that may or may not treat me right.  Because of the last two statements, I can make another statement that would be just as true:  God wants me to love others.  This includes those who do not claim to have the love of God surrounding them.
I am not a Christian.  I am either going to Hell or just in the ground after I die.  Considering the way I am treated by Christians, and the things I've heard of in the Bible, the people who claim to be Christians may or may not be true Christians.
If God is love and God commands his people to be love, why would his people ever ever treat other people, especially those who do not have Jesus in their life, like they're worth less than nothing?  Why would anyone who claims to be a Christian abuse, misuse, or bully another human, without thinking about the feelings of the person they are hurting?  And why do no adults try to help?  Especially the adults who claim to be Christians?
It's called bullying.  Whether the person being bullied says that it's bullying or not, God has laid out something to help people understand better what they should and shouldn't do to others.  In one very simple verse.  Luke 6:31.

And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.  KJV

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you NIV

Here is a simple rule of thumb for behavior:  Ask yourself what you want people to do for you; then grab the initiative and do it for them!  The Message 

Treat others as you want them to treat you. The Living Bible

And as you desire that men should do to you, do to them likewise.  Jubilee Bible.

Need more be listed?  Five different translations, yet they all pass along the same message.  If you are the Christian, you are the example.  If the world sees you acting like the world, they will think that you are no different from them.  They will think that there is no reason for them to become Christians...because Christians are no different.  And when they think they way it was shown in the first paragraph...they are 100% correct.

~Katie :|

So...writing issues.

Not like I'm having any writing problems or anything, it's just that the thing is I have three completed books and another one on the way to being finished....the only problem is that they aren't edited.  See, what I need to do is do an author's edit, then I have a friend who said that she would edit them for me, and I trust her.  We're doing a thing where we're going to edit each other's stories.  So hopefully that will work out.
Of course after the books are completely done, I still need a name for one of them and cover-art for all of them.  And then after all that is done and they're published, how in the world am I supposed to get people to buy them?  I have no idea!
The Unnamed Legend hasn't sold very well, and it really stinks.  I don't have all these people who would just die to be sharing it everywhere for people to buy it.  I also don't have all these people who would just die to buy it.  Plus a lot of the people who would love to buy it are broke.  See my problem?
It's just super discouraging to have written something and be so proud of it, especially when you wrote it at age 13 and edited it at age 14 and got it published at age 15, and no one seems to appreciate it.  I know, I know, stupid, but that's how stuff feels.  I think I've sold 10 at the most.  Yeah, that's not very much.  Anyway, frustrated rant over.  Goodbye.
~Katie :):

Individuality or Being Controlled?

Many people crave individuality, being their own person, having their own friends and interests.  I'm one of those people.  But sometimes, people take that a little too far.  Dressing abnormally, not necessarily because they enjoy dressing like that, but because they are an individual!  And liking things that most people hate, just because most people hate them.  Or disliking things most people like, just because they like them.
Now, there's nothing wrong with dressing abnormally, or liking things most people don't, or disliking things most people don't...when you're doing it because you actually want to.  But when you're disliking something something because the majority loves it...you might very well be missing out.  What if there's a reason that they like that book?  Maybe it has a good plot line and relatable characters.  Of course, it could also be a book about a girl who is fought over by both a werewolf and a vampire...  What if it's a good book that you would actually, genuinely like, because that's who you are as an individual?
What if there's something more to that TV show than a weird thing about this guy with a sonic screwdriver that everyone is crazy about?  What if you don't watch it--when you would actually like it--just because all the people in your class likes it and you want to be a different person, an individual?  You're just letting them control you anyway.  You're thinking, "Oh, I won't let anyone control me, I'll be my own person, my own individual," but what your actions are saying is, "I want to be so different than everyone, I'll let them control me, just to try to show that I'm an individual."
What if you liked it first, then everyone else starts liking it?  Do you get frustrated and say things like, "Man, I guess I can't like that now, everyone else does!"  That's stupid!
Do you want to be an individual?  Okay.  Then like what you want to like, because you want to like it and dislike what you want to dislike, because you want to dislike it.  Do not let others control what you like and dislike, for the sake of being able to call yourself an individual.
Sincerely, A girl who likes Doctor Who, Hunger Games (the books), wearing mismatched socks, listening to oldies, newies and in-betweenies, because that's what she likes, not because anyone says she should or shouldn't like it.
~Katie :)

Apples

So, I got my own computer.  Like very own.  And I bet you can't guess what it is!  Oh wait, you read the title of this post...I bet you can....  Yeah, this is me, making a blogpost on my very own Apple computer.  I love it!  It has an awesome thing called "Garage Band," And it works way super better than Audacity, which is what I'd been doing recording and stuff beforehand.  It also has a thing where you can "play" your computer keyboard and it'll play actual MUSIC.  Like you're actually playing piano or something.  I enjoy it greatly.  And you could also plug in an actual piano keyboard and play the actual piano.  Now all I need is a keyboard I can plug into my computer!  It's not gonna be cheap....  But hey, I am NOT complaining!  I love this thing like it is.
It's tiny and silver and slender and has amazing sound and visual stuff going on.  Of course, that's because it's a Mac and as we learned in Basic Computers class last year, Macintoshes are the best for graphics and sound.  Pretty cool, yeah?  Or maybe not.  I told one of my friends it was an Apple and they made I face.  But of course I defended my new computer.  I've named her Ezzie, which is short for Ezmerelda.  I do love this new gizmo.
The only bad thing I can find about it (so far) is that I have to pay for Microsoft Office and can't just download it...but thankfully my stepdad knows a guy who could help me with it, so we might get that fixed.  I guess I would also like skype on it...although I'm really not on skype much.  But the good thing is that I could still make my documents to work on this computer and Doug said that for things like essays and school papers I could borrow his computer, because I know that set up better.  So anyway, I'm done talking now.
~Katie :)

A Crafter's Home

Growing up in a crafter's home, there was always plenty of material, yarn, needles and thread for a young girl to play with.  There was always a sewing machine readily available for me to use or play with.  Always crochet hooks for me to use in crocheting.  Always, always.
When I was little, I would make little bags and misshapen dolls with creepy button eyes, with unfitting clothes, because I lived in a crafter's home and had all these things readily available.
I would crochet awkward looking things designed to keep your ears warm.  Because I had the materials readily available.
I would make coasters out of plastic canvas and yarn, BECAUSE I COULD....  Because I was in a crafter's home.
~Katie :)