Rant Time

Alright, do you want to know something that I think is totally wrong, unfair, and screwed up?  No, of course you don't, but guess what, this is my blog, so I shall completely disregard your feelings, because I can do that on my blog, like I can do absolutely nowhere in real life.  Okay, that's not quite true.  I just assume that because you're on my blog, you care about what I have to say.  Anyway, here goes my rant.
At school, when people at my school--which is a Christian school, where everyone loves everyone and treats no one better or worse, no bullying has ever gone on there, bullying ever will go on there, there is absolutely no drama and please don't tell me that you think there's anything perverted or inapproriate there!  And that was all sarcasm, just so you know--pick teams for things like softball and volleyball, due to popularity, rather than talent.  I am not saying that I'm the best athlete in the school.  I know I'm not.  But I am also not the worst.  There are people, who when they play volleyball duck anytime the ball comes flying toward them and people who when they play softball don't even run after hitting the ball.
When I play volleyball, I at least try.  And when I play softball, I usually hit the ball and when I hit that ball I RUN.  I can serve fairly well in volleyball and I've managed to get the ball over the net before.  I actually try.  I will willingly say that I stink at playing in the field for softball though.  But there's a wonderful cure for that.  PUT ME SOMEWHERE WHERE THE BALL RARELY EVER GOES!
I hate it how when I stand up there, I'm the only one left up there and the captain is all like, "Okay, we'll take Katie."  I hate it.
I'm not the only one either.  There are other people who aren't picked until last, simply because they aren't popular, regardless to whether they're good at the sport or not.  And I'm not saying that all of the popular kids are horrible at sports and all of the unpopular kids are good at them.  There's some popular kids that are good at sports and some that aren't.  Mostly the girls.  Then there's some unpopular kids who aren't that great at them.
But anyway, yeah, I hate it when people pick only because of popularity.  I hate it.  I just thought I'd leave that nice little rant.  And if you're from my school and reading this, there's nothing that says I'm talking about you in either the popular kids who are good at sports, the popular kids who are awful at sports, the unpopular kids who are good at sports, the unpopular kids who are awful at sports, or the people who pick due to popularity only, so don't get offended.  And if you do get offended, please keep in mind--this is my blog, I say what I what, when I want, how I want, and if you don't like it...well...I guess you don't have to come back...just an idea.
~Katie :):

Uga Blega Bloo

No, there is no real reason for the title of my blog post.  I'm sorry I haven't been blogging, it's just that there's no internet at my house, and I am not addicted to the internet, regardless to what some people may say, so I really don't go to the library that often--for internet.  I go for books at least once every two weeks, and then sometimes I'll go for internet, if I'm feeling low on Doctor Who, or need to check something on facebook, or do research for school or something.
I hate writing papers.  Miss Montgomery is making everyone in Bible class write a paper about God's redemptive plan that he's had since the beginning of time.  Isn't that lovely?  No, not really.  It has to be one and a half pages, have three main points, a introduction and conclusion, and then support for the three main points.  I really stink at all this stuff.  I hate it so much.  With a burning passion.  I loath it.  Abhor it.  If I could, I would torch it.  Well, maybe not.  I like writing papers when it's something I'm more passionate about.  Which...well, I guess it depends on my mood, but right now I don't really want to write a paper on the redemptive plan God has had from the beginning.
One thing that I have to remember when I'm writing a paper is that I'm not supposed to say things like, "I," "You," "Me," and stuff like that.  It's against the rules.  So, you couldn't say something like, "You may find that it's hard to believe, but it is nonetheless true."  You would have to say, "One may find that it's hard to believe, but it is nonetheless true."  And instead of saying, "I assure you that no falsehood is passing through my pen,"  You'd have to say, "One may be assured that no falsehood passes through this pen."  See?
Ow.  Random head pain.  I hope I don't have an aneurism.  Maybe I should do research on those.  Mr.  Miller always says I'll give him one of those.  I don't know what I did to him though.  Absolutely nothing, that I know of.
Anyway, right now, I'm watching Doctor Who, procrastinating, having random head pain, and needing to use the restroom, because either my bladder has shrunk, or gotten filled.  And knowing that I really need to get off of here, pee, and then take a shower.  My hair needs washed, my teeth need brushed, and I really, really, really need to pee.
But, on the bright side, my friend who had strep throat didn't die!
~Katie :)

Hello World, This is Me!

Well, that song is the theme song from a TV show called The Saddle Club.  Good TV show.
I MIGHT GET A HORSE SOON!  I'm super duper excited!
That's all.  Goodbye.
~Katie :)

In Other News....

In other news aside from my long post about what I want....today was the birthday of one of my bestest friends.  Yes, I said bestest.  I've said stranger things, and I'll probably say even stranger things.  He turned sixteen, and I managed to get him embarrassed at school!  I was super happy about that.
See, we have a principal, and he has a wife, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays she comes over, and is the chapel speaker.  Well, I told her that it was his birthday, and that she should royally embarrass him.  Sadly, she doesn't know him well...she thought that he would be hard to embarrass...au contrair.  He's easy to embarrass.  Especially with things like that.
ANYWAY...we've been studying the spiritual gifts in her chapel lessons, and so she went through a bunch of people that everyone at school knows, then she called him up there, and oooooh...his face!  He was so embarrassed!  And then a senior girl decided she knew him better than me...no offense to her...but seriously, she said, "Aww, he's just so quiet!"  And I go, "Quiet?  Quiet?  Uh huh...  He's not quiet!"  "Yeah he is!"  I shake my head even thinking about it.  Quiet.  Honestly.  No one knows him well if they think he's quiet.  Maybe he's quiet in chapel...but here's a newsflash--YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET IN CHAPEL.  And maybe he's quiet in a lot of his classes.  But, you have to remember, those teachers are the less lenient.  Get to Brother Todd's class...man...you have me sometimes wishing he WAS quiet.  I mean, the talking is fine...but some of the stuff that guy says....  If I had a dollar for every "woman," or "red-head," joke, or saying he said...I would be a very rich woman.  By woman, and red-head jokes, or sayings, I'm meaning things like, "Brother Todd, this is a defective woman, we need to send her back to the factory!"  or... "why are you such a red-head?"  or... "Woman, get back to the kitchen, I need a sandwich!"  Or, "Wow, when you get mad your hair...wow, it's like flames.  Are you okay?"  Or, "Quit being such a woman!"
Of course, I always have comebacks.
Here's how they go:
Him: Brother Todd, this is a defective woman, we need to send her back to the factory!
Me: Punch, or glare, or both
Him: Why are you such a red-head?
Me:  Oh, I don't know, I was born like this?
Him: Woman, get back to the kitchen, I need a sandwich!
Me:  You know, women can be other places than just the kitchen.... *punch*
Him: Wow, when you get mad, your hair...wow...it's like flames...are you okay?
Me: *glare*
Him: Quit being such a woman!
Me: I can't help it!  I am a woman!
Him: Katie, could you be a woman and do this for me?
Me: No!  Be a man and do it yourself.
....Yet he's my best friend.  *shakes head in disappointment at self*
So, I thought letting y'all know that would be nice.
NOW!  In other, other news....
I have been introduced to a wonderfully new fandom.  New to me anyway.  It involves doctors.  No, it's not Scrubs.  Or Grey's Anatomy.  Or General Hospital.  Do you guys give up?  No, it isn't House.  Stop guessing now.  It's Doctor Who!  And it is so wonderfully addicting, and I love it, and I miss the ninth doctor, and I miss Rose, and Donna disappeared, and I love the Doctor oh so much, and I miss him so very badly.  And I'm shutting up now, so that it looks like I went to bed at a semi reasonable time.
~Katie :)

What I Want....

                You know….I don’t want a boyfriend.  I don’t want a guy that I’ll cuddle with late into the night, and make out with when my family isn’t around.  I don’t want a guy who feels obligated to get me something just because, “It’s our 6 month anniversary!”  I don’t want a guy who will tickle me until I scream and kick at him, and I end up laughing my head off.  I don’t even think I want a guy who kisses me sweetly on the cheek, or the nose, or calls me his sweetie pie.

                I’ve been putting some thought into it.  And you know…that really isn’t what I want at all.  Please, note I said nothing about hugs.

                Here’s what I want:  A guy who will be my best friend, and put up with all the crap I do.  Yes, I said the C word.  Deal with it.  I want a guy who will hug me when he sees me, and does everything he can to make sure I’m still happy and smiling.  A guy who never stops making me laugh and smile and stuff, just because we go on these things called dates.

                DUDE!  I’m not even sure I want dates.  Sure, hang out a time or two…but maybe not even date.  Maybe hang out a lot actually…but not really dates.  They can get awkward.

                I want a guy who will be my best friend forever, give me rides in his truck when I’m only a block away from my destination because of how cold it is, and always makes me laugh…even if we never date.

                Maybe, I don’t want to even date at all!  MAYBE, I want to just go from being best friends with the guy, to being engaged to the guy.  Is that so strange and impossible?  Why get into a “relationship” at all?  All those do is ruin friendships.  Normally anyway.  I mean, honestly…I was friends with all of exes before they became my boyfriends…and then we broke up, and weren’t friends anymore.  In fact, some of them and I have strong enmity.  For those of you who may or may not know, enmity is hatred.  Besides, aren’t you supposed to marry your best friend, not your boyfriend?  I’ve always heard that you’re supposed to marry your best friend.  Unless of course your best friend is a girl….  Pretty sure that that only applies to if your best friend is a boy.

                And, maybe if we do date…maybe I want him to be willing to wait, for whatever reason, and is perfectly willing to have a talk or two with my big, strong, buff uncles, who were both in the army, and have guns, in addition to my big, strong, buff grandpa, who was also in the army…and who I’m not sure if has guns or not….BUT HE HAS KITCHEN KNIVES!!!  And pepperjack cheese ^_^  But the point is, maybe I want him to be patient, and brave.  Honestly, as unscary as my uncles are…they’re scary.  But awesome.

                And, whether we date or not, I want him to kind of…ya know, integrate himself into my family.  Come over on random Sundays after church, maybe pop by on Thanksgiving if he’s not too busy, play a few games, make a few memories, teasingly make fun of my grandma’s rat-on-steroids/Chihuahua.  I want a guy who will let me talk about just about anything, and give me good advice, and well, basically be my best friend.

                I think that that would be pretty freakishly awesome.  Of course, it’s always a plus if he’s cute.  And he has to be taller than me, and be able to make me laugh, and be willing to go to church with me, and stuff like that.  Those three are musts.  OH!  And I just find it absolutely adorable when guys play with their little brothers and sisters, and are good with kids.  It’s just sooo adorable, and I have no idea why, but it is.  I just love it.

                But yeah…that’s my wonderful little rant-ish thing for the night.

~Katie :)

Sharp Objects, and Injuries, and Internet OH MY!

I'll start with the easiest to explain first.  INTERNET!!!  We finally got internet!  I'm so happy about it too!
Now, I'll go into the sharp objects.  I'm posting pictures of all of my sharp objects, and one of my dull ones :)

 Meet the double headed axe

 The hatchet

 The sword.  It's dull.  I made it myself ^_^

 

My tiny little pocket knife :)

 

My boot knife.  The one that I cut my foot on (hence, the injuries)

 

 I got a credit card knife!

 My pocket knife

 Credit card knife, un-credit carded

 My unsheathed boot knife

 My replica Nazi dagger

 My teeny tiny pocket knife when it's folded up

 Unsheathed Nazi dagger

 Folded in bigger pocket knife.

Hunting knife that I sliced my finger on--by accident--hence injuries!

 Just to be utterly random, here's a tortilla heart!

 And my mask.  It helps me hide my emotions :p

 Wound from hunting knife.  It's been almost a week.  Isn't it pretty?  For some odd reason, I like my wounds, and scars.  Weird huh?  Then again...look who's talking.

 Another view of my loverly finger.

 Here's a picture of my foot.  Can you see the scar?  Ignore all the rough looking-ness.  Just look for the scar.

And so I pointed at it to see if that helped in you finding it.

So, there you are.  My...life (?) in a nutshell.  Sharp objects, injuries, NCIS, and internet.

Oh wait, you're right, I hadn't mentioned NCIS.  I watch NCIS and sharpen my knives...is that a bad sign?  Eh, who cares, I'mma gonna do it anywho.

~Katie :)

Oh Dear

Well, I've certainly taken forever in writing on my blog.  The thing is, we have no internet.
A little update on my life is that I am working on the sequel to The Unnamed Legend, Sword of a Princess, and have two books completed, and they only need an editor.  They are Adventure of a Lifetime, and Mepzeemets.  Strange title, I know.  It doesn't matter.  I like it :)
I had another thing to say, but I forgot what it was...so...g'bye.
~Katie

I Have Dabbled....

I've started dabbling in animation!  Here are the four things I have animated.

The Christmas Story

True Love

Scary Friend

Birdie

~Katie :)

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.

• 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 :)

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

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 :):

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 :)