I Got Irritated Again.

Okay, so I am very tired of seeing people that I respect do things that make me lose a bit of respect for them...especially when they take what one person writes in an article, and decides that it's the truth...because it already fits their own idea.

Yes, this involves Pokemon again.

Someone from one of my churches posted this article saying "for your info".  For one, this is a rather outdated post!  There are a TON more pokemon and pokemon types now.  For two...  *groans*  it has picked something that it already deems as "evil" and is looking for ways to support its agenda.  You can do that with anything.  Literally anything.  Wanna know how I know?  Well, I took one of my favorite book series of all times (The Chronicles of Narnia), and picked apart the first CHRONOLOGICAL book.  By that, I mean The Magician's Nephew.  Again, I said chronological, not first written.  Oh, it's satanic and occultic!

This is what I said:

"By this logic, The Chronicles of Narnia, a book series written by C.S. Lewis, and a movie series made by Disney (not as good as the books) is evil and should not be read.

Narnia is a series revolving mainly around four siblings, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, their cousin Eustace and his friend Jill, and a professor named Digory, and his friend Polly.

In the first chronological book, The Magician's Nephew, it starts off right away with a boy who has a very off the wall uncle. His uncle has "magic" rings (oh no, the occult), that can transport a person from realm to realm. He forces Digory and Polly (whom Digory finds while crawling through the attic, if I remember, something else children should not be encouraged to do) to wear these rings and go to a different world.

They go to this world, and there's a bell there, when they ring it all these stone people come to life. This must be magic. Again, the occult, obviously.

I recall that there was a forest, with different puddles, and basically, the puddles transport to and from these places. They go into another puddle and they're transported to a new "world" that is just being made, by a singing lion.

The lion sings and stuff happens. Talking animals and everything. Okay, that's so not cool, that's obviously occultish magic and will give children the idea that God isn't actually God, but some singing lion, especially as the author of these books never once mentions God in this series.

Later on, when Digory and Polly are back in England, they've accidentally taken some evil witch (yes, witch, okay, they aren't even trying to hide that she's a witch, obviously involved in the occult!) with them. She breaks a lamppost and when they get back to this new "world" which has been named Narnia, she throws it into the ground and it grows into a regular sized lamppost, complete with a lamp with fire in it and everything. Again, occultic magic.

I don't fully remember the entire book, as I haven't read it in a long time, but I do remember that a cab driver and his horse Strawberry are brought to Narnia as well. Aslan wants him to stay and he even gets the man's wife there as well! That's so wrong! Just displacing a person from where they've grown.

Digory, the book's main protagonist even steals an apple to "heal his ailing mother", as if a "magical" apple can do that! Then his mother is miraculously healed. Okay, what? Obviously occultic stuff right there.

Oh and what's worse? He plants the remains of that apple and if I remember correctly, the tree grew overnight. That doesn't happen. That is not something we want our kids to think can happen.

Later, he cuts the tree down and builds a wardrobe out of it, which later, in the book The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, transports the four siblings mentioned before to Narnia.

There are seven books in this series, and I could pick them all apart for you like this man does, to prove why they are leading children into the occult and that they should not be read or partaken in at all, but that would take up too much room here.

Other books basically embrace the idea that a lion (Aslan) can save people from dying, or transport people do different lands or his "kingdom". He died in one of the books and was brought back to life. I don't see how anyone could allow their child to read these books or watch the movies.

In The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (witch is in the title, why would anyone think that that's appropriate?) there is a witch (big shocker) who turns the entire country into ice using her sorcery...and good Christian people let their children read these books and watch these movies.

And the worst part of this entire thing is that there are Christians all over the world who believe that The Chronicles of Narnia is something good for their children! This author also wrote a book called The Screwtape letters, targeted at adults, where a demon is trying to control a man, and ultimately end him in hell. I mean, that's satanic right there! Why on earth would anyone want to read a book that all but romanticizes satanic things like that?

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Do you see how absurd that is? Because...um...that article used the exact same logic I did. ANYTHING, literally ANYTHING could lead a person to the occult. I've been watching Pokemon, learning about Pokemon, even playing some Pokemon games...and...I'm probably further away from the occult than I have ever been. Not because of the movies/books/games I partake in, but because of my relationship with Jesus Christ and God.

Again ANYTHING could be found to be Satanic or Occultic....

And what really bothers me is people just reading articles like this and believing them. They don't even try to go out and learn about it other than people who already share the same opinion. Just because someone says it's true, doesn't mean it actually is. I mean, seriously, go look at all the articles and websites promoting abortion!

Oh, and about the evolutions they're talking about...it's basically growing up. Most pokemon have three stages and it's basically baby>teen>adult.

ACTUALLY, one of the pokemon is a caterpillar called caterpie. He evolves into a butterfly. He goes from Caterpie the catterpillar, to Metapod the cocoon, to Butterfree (I think I spelled that right) the butterfly. It just goes through the stages of metamorphosis."

So...yeah.  Like I said there...you can find the occult in anything if you want to.  You can find the evil in anything if you want to.  And the thing is, maybe you have a personal conviction against something.  I know a woman who has a personal conviction against chewing gum.  BUT she doesn't tell others they can't chew gum, and she even keeps gum in her purse for others if they want some.

If it's YOUR personal conviction, don't force it on OTHERS.

Annoyed, ranting human out,

~Katie

Rant and "Revelation"

Hi!  Okay, so I have a rant and a revelation, hence the title of this post.  I've gotten much better at naming posts since I had my first blog at 11-12ish...much, much, MUCH better.  Even since I first had this blog.  No, seriously, go look at old blog post names....
Well, to start with...I'm going to rant, that way you have a maybe treat at the end of this.  And this rant may leak into SEVERAL rants.
First off.  What's wrong with Pokemon Go?  I see so many people posting about how people playing Pokemon Go need to "Go" out and get a job.  I also know several people who play Pokemon go who DO have jobs and DO separate their Pokemon life from their Work life AND their personal life.
Also, I'm not aware if this is common knowledge, but people have been playing video games since...at least the 80s, I believe...and to my knowledge this is one of the few video games that require a person to leave their house to get far in it.  MOST video games, you have to PAY money to get far in it.
For those of you who don't know, Pokemon Go is a Pokemon game made by Niantic (not Nintendo), that requires you to leave your house to catch Pokemon, rather than travel in-game, but not in real-life, you travel in real-life to travel in-game.
There are places called Pokestops, and you have to go to them to pick up Pokeballs, and other things (I don't fully understand), and also Pokegyms, which I don't really understand either.  I've never actually played a Pokemon game other than Pokemon Showdown, although I would like to.  A lot of these Pokestops and gyms are at churches...which...yes...means people are going to those churches!  In fact, a lot of churches have been using this as outreach.
There are also people that I've seen on my friendslist on Facebook inviting others to go on road trips to different towns with them, to look for Pokemon!  I mean, that's great!  Actually getting out and about!  Spending time with people!  Talking about something (even if all it is is Pokemon, that's SOMETHING)!
From talking to one of my friends who plays the game, she struggles with depression and anxiety, and this has been great for her!  Yes, she still struggles with depression, but she said that it's lifted her overall mood, and I know she isn't alone.
For a person who may struggle with social anxiety, and talking with others, especially strangers, this is fantastic.  You see another person playing Pokemon Go?  You actually have something to talk about, rather than struggling through small talk.  It's like seeing someone read your favorite book, or wearing a shirt from a TV show or movie you like...you might say something to them, when you never would have spoken to them before.
But I still see people posting things about how people playing Pokemon Go, especially adults that play, should stop playing the video games, and go get a job.  I don't see people doing that with Candy Crush, or Minecraft, or Undertale, or League of Legends, or really any game...other than, oddly enough, the game that has people actually doing something.  And that frustrates me!
Okay.  Now that was the rant.  Time for a mini rant and the revelation.
Marriage and college.  I often hear people saying not to rush into marriage, but if you decide to take a year off of college, you are rarely encouraged, but rather told that you should go immediately into college!  Even if you don't know what you want to major in, or minor in, and really just want to take a year or two off, work a bit, then go back.  What's up with that?  I mean, neither should be taken lightly, but why rush someone into college when they aren't ready, while discouraging someone from marriage when they are ready, or when they haven't even said they're getting married super soon?
Okay, mini rant over.
I've figured out my minor!  As most of you know (this isn't bear college I'm talking about now, it's what I'm doing after bear college.  If you don't know what I'm talking about, I mentioned it in THIS blog post.), I am planning to take a year off of school, then go back for the 2017-2018 year, where I will major in education.  I would love to be a teacher, but even more than that, I would love to be a daycare worker, or even a nanny.  So I have had my major in place for about two years, give or take.
Recently, my minor was finally decided.  And it will beeeee.... BUSINESS.
Why business?  As most of you also know, I hate math, and will probably never open a big huge business.  However....  I plan to work until I have children, but after that, I don't want my child to go to daycare, especially not when they're a baby, so, in order to stay with my child and be sure I know what kind of treatment they are receiving, I want to open my own home daycare, so I can take care of my child(ren), and still have a bit of income.
Also, even if I don't have children, a business degree ensures that I am allowed by law to teach business classes!
So...there you have it.  A rant, a mini-rant, and a revelation.
Tune in next time to...well...see/here whatever comes to mind!
~Katie

"I Didn't, You Shouldn't!"

"I've been through that too...but I didn't react the way you did.  You don't have to react that way."
"That happened to me, but it didn't affect me like that, so it shouldn't affect you like that."
Well, it just so happens that while there are many different things that can happen to many different people, and sometimes two different people may have the exact (or very similar) same thing happen to them.  But...these people are, as mentioned before different, which means that they will most likely have different reactions.
Sometimes a person reacts in a positive way to a terrible thing that happened to them, but another person who may have had the exact same thing happen to them reacts either neutral or negatively.  In some of these cases, the person who reacts positively might ask the person who reacted negatively, "What's wrong with you, this isn't as terrible as you're acting.  I'm fine."  Or the person who reacted negatively might go to the person who reacted positively saying, "Why are you acting so okay?  This isn't okay!  This has devastated me!"
An example (fictional, but so real) is in the book by Sarah Dessen, Just Listen.
This book is about a girl named Annabel who was raped by her best friend's serial rapist boyfriend.  He had a habit of raping or otherwise violating girls, then his girlfriend would get mad and alienate the girl.  Making sure everyone know that the rape victim was an [insert curse word here as I do not use curse words, even in quotes on my blog].
She either didn't know or didn't want to see what her boyfriend was doing.  So, when at the end of the school year, Annabel was raped by him, Annabel became alienated.
The rape devastated Annabel.  She didn't feel like she could or should tell anyone what happened.  She didn't feel like she should tell anyone the "real" reason why Sophie (former friend) wasn't her friend anymore.  The story circulating around school was that Annabel was a [bleep] who slept with Sophie's boyfriend.  She had no friends.
She was scared.  When she saw Will (the boyfriend) she threw up.  Not once.  Twice.  She didn't want to do modeling anymore (A family thing that she'd been doing since before she could walk), but she was also scared to tell her mother.
Near the end of the book, the girl who had taken Annabel's place, a Freshman named Emily, was raped by Will.  Emily wasn't silent.  Was she scared?  Yeah.  But she went to the authorities.  And because of that, Annabel also found the courage to stand up.
The same thing happened to two different girls.  The same thing.  By the same guy.  But they reacted differently.
It's like pouring baking soda over water, and pouring baking soda over vinegar.  The water doesn't react, but the vinegar has an explosive reaction (science fair volcano anyone?).  The same solvent, but a different solute.
Does that mean that everyone should be allowed to react however they want?  If I punch you in the face, is it okay to react by shooting me?  Uh...not exactly.  But in certain circumstances, understand...different people react differently to even the same thing.
For example (drawing from a research paper I did my sophomore year), sometimes when a girl is sexually abused as a child, she completely withdraws from sex and anything sexual altogether...other times, a different girl, even if it was the exact same guy, the exact same type of abuse, will have an extremely high sex drive.
This is just something that's been rattling around in my mind for awhile.
~Katie

The Way to be Saved (Cartoon Jesus)

(Sorry for the weird way it's shown here...I copy pasted it from something I already shared on Facebook)

"Share me." Says cartoon Jesus in the little meme.
"Oh no, keep scrolling, that means you pick me." Cartoon Satan laughs.
Cartoon me is in between them, looking scared. Which should I pick? Is it betraying Jesus not to press the little share button? It's not that hard to do and then, whew, I've told all of my Facebook friends that I pick Jesus!
My Facebook friends have no idea that I pick Jesus if I don't share that. Not even if I just shared my favorite Bible verse two minutes ago, or told everyone that God answered my prayer.
My Facebook friends don't know that I'm a Christian if I don't share that. Not even if I was sitting in church next to them yesterday. Not even if they came to me with a prayer request and I prayed for them.
My Facebook friends haven't the slightest idea that I serve God if I don't share that. Not even if I show them His love.
Or, maybe I'm not a Christian.
My Facebook friends have no idea that I don't pick Jesus, as long as I share that. Not even if I cussed at the slow driver who had no idea where they were. Not even if I go along with bullying that already bullied enough girl.
My Facebook friends don't know that I'm not a Christian if I share that. Not even if just three seconds ago I posted on my Facebook something about how God doesn't exist.
My Facebook friends haven't the slightest idea that I don't serve God, if I share that. Not even if I cheat on my test with no remorse. Not even if I continually talk about people behind their backs.

As long as I share that little cartoon...I'm a Christian. It doesn't matter how I live. It doesn't matter what I do. All I have to do is share that little cartoon.
After all, in the KSV (Katie Standard Version), in Heresy 2:6 it says "Whosoever shareth the cartoon Jesus shall be saved."
And over in the book of Falsehood, chapter nine, it says, "They who share not the cartoon Jesus choose in their hearts, not only cartoon Satan, but the true Satan. These too shall have their place in the Lake of Fire."
And if you go on to the Song of Deception, chapter 6, verse 8, it says, "For God so loved the world that he gave the cartoon Jesus that whosever shareth on Facebook shall not perish, but have everlasting life."
And later on in the chapter, verse 19, Jesus says, "I and cartoon Jesus are one."
So. Obviously the way to be saved and to prove to the world that I am saved is to share this cartoon. And all along, I thought that the way to be saved was to "believe on the Lord Jesus Christ" and to prove to the world that I am saved was to "love one another as [Jesus] loved [me]."

Modern Education

Let me take this moment to just say that our modern education system is messed up.  Seriously!  I saw a video on Facebook of this girl crying because of school and saying she just wanted to give up and be a stripper.  I don't know, maybe she made that video for laughs, but there are other students who feel the exact same way she at least pretended to feel.
I don't like school.  That may be a shock to some people, but it's true.  I don't like school.  I like learning.  I hate when people think that learning and school are the same thing.  They so aren't.  I love learning, actually.  I tolerate school, because right now, that's the best place for me to go to learn things.
But so much weighs upon a person, especially a high school student, while they're at school.  Students are pressured to make good grades, so they can go to a good college, so they can get a good degree and get a good job.  College is pushed so hard that it could turn someone off to the idea of college.
But then you also have students who work.  There's a student at my school, who lives alone and supports himself.  While also being the right hand man of the FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America) sponsor.  He's tired a lot.  Why?  Because he's feeding himself, clothing himself, keeping his apartment paid for and still working to get good grades so he can go to college and go into a career with Google someday, by working his way up.  After Google, he plans to go into politics.
There are students that are involved in sports and music and plays half of the clubs at the school, because those are the things they enjoy, but they also have to keep up with their grades.
And school itself isn't a bad thing, but what is is all the classes that students are required to take.  A student only gets to choose three electives.  Three.  That's three things that they personally want to learn about and that they personally can choose to learn about.
Is an advanced Algebra class, for someone who barely understands Algebra1, who wants to be an English teacher really needed for them and their career?  Stop telling students, "Oh, you'll need it later in life, no matter your career", without telling them why or in what situation.  We're big kids.  Give us the real reasons.
Is an English class really necessary for a student who plans to go into a computer engineer career?  If so, tell them why, don't just say "because you need it", "because you'll use it in life", "because you need to be well rounded".  Give them a real reason, please!
And the worst part for me is seeing all of the posters up for the state testing.  Posters saying things about unlocking your potential, and doing great...what about the kid that bombs it?  Has that student not reached their true potential, just because they bombed that test?  Has that student...failed?  Failed at life, failed at school, just flat out failed?
No!  Because those tests prove nothing.  They prove how book smart a person is.  They prove how well a person is at tests.  They prove how fast someone can read.  They don't prove that this kid is good at singing, or that even though this kid reads slow, they remember and understand everything they read.  It doesn't say anything about how this kid treats others.  It doesn't tell anyone that this student is really good at computer programing.
Those tests only state...how well you did on that test.
Why not let students learn about things they want to learn about?  Maybe a student does want to take all of those classes.  Maybe a student actually likes working with imaginary numbers.  Maybe there's a student who actually kind of likes picking apart sentences and sentence structure.
Why not give classes on book publishing, video game making, hey, maybe even intro classes for teaching!  I get that it could get kind of expensive.  But at least get the kids where they love to learn.  Because then they can go out with their own initiative and find the things they want to learn about on the internet, with the teacher's guidance if they get stuck or need help.  That's kind of what PBL (Project Based Learning) is.  That's why I like PBL.
I honestly don't think that there are any students who would go ahead and have school, even if school was cancelled.  I read a book once, when I was younger, called The Secret School, by AVI.  It was about this one room school house school that got cancelled because the teacher either died, or got sick or had a death in the family, I don't remember which, and a fourteen year old girl, one of the smartest in the school, took the role as teacher, to ensure that people were still learning.  Because they liked to learn.
I guess...school isn't really the problem, it's just that students don't like learning anymore.  And probably because it's been shoved down their throats that they have to learn and they have to learn this and they have to learn it this way and that if they don't do well with their learning, they're not smart and have failed.
And this has gotten really really long, so I'll just end it now.
~Katie

"Real Women"

Real women have curves!  Right?  Which implies that unless you have curves...you're not a real woman....  Of course, that excludes all naturally twiggy women.  I have no idea what they are, but they're obviously not real women.  Are they women at all though?  To find the answer to that question, I went to the dictionary.  And here is what it told me:
"an adult, human female".
Well...that's a tad vague...I mean... what does that even mean?  It says nothing about curves, or lackthereof.  MAYBE if I looked up the meaning of real, it might make sense.
"actually existing as a thing or occurring in fact; not imagined or supposed.".
Does that mean that...I've imagined all the skinny women I know?!
When I looked up "real woman definition", I was sent to this article: "real women".  It says nothing about curves either!  Of course, Urban Dictionary popped up...and because I'm typing this on my iPad at school, I couldn't pop it up, because Urban Dictionary has some...uh...moments where it's not very school appropriate.
But nothing I've found so far has said anything about real women having curves.  Maybe if I look for a scientific definition, I can find out what a real woman is.  Well, that didn't tell me anything....  But, I know from biology class that females have XX chromosomes.
Apparently, only curvy women have XX chromosomes....  Of course, with the definition of XX chromosomes, that also rules out "women" such as Caitlyn (Bruce) Jenner.
It's so confusing!  What's a real woman anyway?  Well, according to the dictionary and science, it's an adult, female human, that is not imagined, and has XX chromosomes...so...don't worry, my twig-like friends...despite what Facebook has tried to tell us, you are in fact, a real woman.  And as for you, my friends with curves...as long as you're an adult female human, that has XX chromosomes and are not imagined, you're also a real woman!
Silly Facebook...you don't know how to use a dictionary.
~Katie

To the Girl Who Criticized my Attire

So, awhile back (a really long while back, actually), some friends of mine told me what a girl that I had believed to be my friend was saying about me and my clothes.  Apparently, she wonders why I "dress like this all the time".
For most of you that know me in person, you've kind of picked up on the fact that I wear skirts pretty much all the time.  And by "pretty much", I mean all the time.  At least in public.  So...what's wrong with that?
To the girl who criticized my clothing...why couldn't you ask me yourself?  In fact, I believe I told you while we were sitting together in the same classroom, and if I wasn't telling you, I was telling a teacher and you could have easily heard.
To begin with, that's how my mother was raised and that's how she raised me.  Is that my only reason?  Absolutely not.  I feel more comfortable in skirts.  And yes, I can do everything that you can do in your leggings, in my skirts.  No, I'm not too hot in the summer.  Yes, I'm too cold in the winter, but that's because winter is too cold, it has nothing to do with my skirts.
Perhaps I could ask you why you always wear pants.  I don't believe I've ever seen you in a skirt, except for special occasions.  Why is that?
Let me state something now: Skirts are traditional female attire.  Pants are traditional male attire.  Why are you questioning me for constantly wearing something that is traditionally something a woman would and should wear?  Shouldn't it be the other way around?
Why do you of all people care what I wear?  Yes, I know, I don't always dress fashionably.  Sometimes I just don't care.  Sometimes you just don't care.  We just dress differently when we have our lazy days.
You wear leggings to school.  I wear skirts.  Is this a problem?
I don't like guys staring at my butt.  So why would I wear clothing that would frame my butt?  Because guess what...no, guys shouldn't stare, but we all know that at least some of them will.  Is that okay?  Uh...no, but they're gonna do it anyway.  I mean, murder isn't okay, but some people still do it.
And please don't bring up that guys can look up my skirt.  Why am I going to stand over their head and give them access to look up my skirt?  And if a guy pulls up my skirt to take a look, I can kick him and/or punch him if I need to.  Also, I wear shorts under my skirts in the summer and leggings underneath them in the winter....  It's no different than you wearing spandex underneath your cheer skirt.
Also, why did I wear a jacket over my women's ensemble dress?  Because, I don't care to have my shoulders showing.  And as to the person you were talking to, who said I wasn't supposed to do that...all of the girls were there when we picked out the dresses, and Mrs. Fischer said that if we wanted to wear jackets over them, we were welcome to do so.  If that girl wasn't there when we picked out dresses, for whatever reason, that's her own fault and she doesn't need to be saying I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be.
In short...why do you care what I wear?  What I wear doesn't affect you in any way shape or form and if it does, I'm sorry?  I'm sorry I wear things I feel comfortable, even if it's not "fashionable"?  I'm sorry that you feel the need to talk to other people about my clothing?  I'm sorry that my dressing in a way that I feel comfortable and modest makes you unhappy?  Everyone knows I'm all about pleasing others...constantly...of course....  No seriously, I can be a bit of a people pleaser, but I'm not changing myself to make others happy.  I am sorry that I have displeased you, oh great one, you shall see me in leggings when hell freezes over.  The end.
~Katie

Rant on Feminism

I am not a feminist.  I am a very independent person, but not a feminist!  Wanna know something?  Every person, whether they're a man, woman, boy or girl have equal rights.  Wanna know something else?  Until a child is 18, they are under their parents' control.  Does that make them any less of a human?  Do people view them any differently than another person?  I don't think so.  Maybe, but I don't think so!  They don't have fewer rights, they have the same rights, but they are different!  Just like men and women are different.
The trigger for this rant, was Monday, when I was at a community dinner and someone mentioned my age, so I told them I was eighteen and they asked me if I had registered for the draft yet.  No, I haven't.  No, I don't plan to.  Not because I don't love our military, but because I am not the type of person who could go into our military.  They asked if wasn't it everyone who was supposed to register now?  No, still just guys.
Why aren't women ever ranting about how all women should be required to register for the draft?  I haven't seen it!  Instead, I see women ranting about how men and women are equal, women should be allowed to go shirtless, women should have this, this and that in a job, women should be allowed to have abortions and men can't say anything about it, even if the woman is pregnant with his child.
But do you wanna know what really irritates me about the whole thing?  If a woman doesn't agree with this, this or that about the feminist movement, they don't care about the women who sacrificed for the equal rights of women.
Well, listen up, equal doesn't mean same.  I have equal rights as my friend Steven, but guess what...he's 6'3''...should I be all upset because I'm not the same as him?  Nope.  I'm like...a foot, give or take, shorter than him.  I have equal rights as my friend Elizabeth (known to me as Awesome), but she has celiac and I don't.  Should she be all upset because I can eat gluten no problem?  Nah.  Sure, we're different...but we're still equal.
Sure, women can do pretty much anything a guy can do...I mean, other than naturally pee standing up....  And hey, most men are stronger than women, so women can't make their percentage for people able to benchpress 500lbs higher than men's.  Oh, and also, women and men are built differently, so I guess men and women also can't have the same build.  Wait, men can't have babies.  Or woo someone with their feminine wiles.  Oh and also, I've heard way more stories of men talking their way out of a tick--oh wait, no more women talk their way out of tickets.  Women are typically much more intuitive than men are, but men tend to be fairly observant at times.  Women are usually more outwardly emotional, but men tend to stuff more....
But I mean, I guess women and men are the exact same.  No differences.  At all.  Whew, glad I got that off my chest!  After all, I've almost been hit by both men and women on the street...wait, no, it was a girl that accelerated so she could get across the road before I, a pedestrian, who was closer to the other side than she was, could.  I've never almost got hit by a guy.  Of course, give it time.
Men and women aren't the same!  They just aren't!  They have equal rights and they are both equally human...but they aren't the same.  They are different.  That's why there are men AND women, because they are not the same.  And to act like they are is idiotic.
*big exhale*  Until next time....
Your ranting blogger,
~Katie

Electives

So...I have a friend who attends a different school than I do.  One of the classes offered at their school is Consumer Math.  This friend does not enjoy math, let alone Consumer Math, so when the new semester rolled around, she wanted to opt out of this class.  She was told she couldn't.
However, that's not the bad part about this.  The bad part is that this won't even count as a credit.  Not a business credit and not a math credit; this will count as an elective.
The reason she wasn't allowed to transfer out was not because it's full-year class.  This is what she told me: "...when I tried to explain that [an elective is not a required class], he said that it's required for this school, but it goes on your record (?) as an elective.".
If a class is required, that class should count as a credit, not an elective.  Especially not when the student has not elected to take this class, but has been forced.  If you google, "elective definition", this is what pops up:

I see...

Even at my school, we have a required class for Seniors called "Take Charge of Your Finances" (shortened to "Take Charge", by students and faculty), however, it does not count as an elective, because we have not elected to take it, it is required.  It counts as a business class.

If my friend were to switch schools, on her transcript, that class would go under either "business", or "math", but most likely math.

In the state of Kansas, which is where both of us attend school, a person is only required to have three math credits, and Algebra and Geometry need to be covered.  In other words, if someone takes one Algebra class and one Geometry class, and one other math class, they're good.  Here's the link I got that information from: Information  Considering that that came from the Kansas State Department of Education...I think they know what they're talking about.

At this school, her senior year, my friend will also be required to take something they call, "Advanced Math", which is basically Algebra2, all over again.  It will count as a math credit, but it is not something she will need and is something that she should be allowed to opt out of.  Yet she isn't.

That is not right.

To call something an elective when a student is still forced to take it, is wrong and if you consider that an elective, you need to go to back to English class and learn vocabulary.

If you want a certain class to be required at your school, go right ahead!  However, if you are going to require a class, it is not an elective.  Count it as math or count it as business, Consumer Math would fit in either one, but do not count it as an elective, because it is not an elective.

Rant over.

~Katie

Interesting Discussion on Facebook....

So...I had an interesting discussion with a girl on Facebook today, after she posted this picture:

Beneath the picture, it read as follows:

My comments on her post, as I did not agree in the least?  She responds...  I respond.

She responds...I respond....

She deletes the entire post, because she has no responses.  I already screenshot everything.  I did however blank out her name, so no one knows who she is.  

One thing I would like to say, completely unrelated to this specific topic is that I really wish that Facebook had an italics option...I mean seriously, it has everything else!

But anyway, yeah, this was my interesting discussion that I had on Facebook!  Anyone got anything to say on the topic?

~Katie

**EDIT** I would like to say that one thing I did actually agree with her on is when she said "There are so many people that are so close to us that think about suicide and we have no idea about it.".  I did agree with that.

My Kids

I am a daycare worker, which means that I have many children.  None of them are biological and chances of any of them ever living with me are slim to not at all, which I am okay with....but they are my children.  When someone hurts them, it hurts me.  I understand I don't know exactly how a parent feels about their children, but I can imagine.
Did you know that when the parent says, "This hurts me more than it hurts you," they're usually right?  Because when I have to put a kid in timeout, I hate doing it.
I don't know exactly how to explain everything I felt when I began typing this, but it's important to know this; I love those kids.  They aren't mine, but they're mine.
~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 :):

Bucket Lists!

So, I've been thinking...I should have a bucket list!  Better yet, two bucket lists!  One for this year, and one for my life.

I'll do the one for this year first.  It should be shorter.  And just the less personal ones too.

This Year:

• Go on a mission trip.
• Ride a horse.
• Learn more psychological things.
• Finish the sequel to The Unnamed Legend.
• Try to remember how to clean my room.
• Go to Youth Camp.
• Make a few new friends.
• Stay on the Honor Roll in school.
• Meet a few of my internet friends in real life, with family there of course.
• Master a song on the violin.
• Get, and learn a new piano book.
• Blog a little bit more.
• Write more poems and songs.
• Take fencing lessons.
• Come to think of it, take riding lessons.
• Get closer to God.
• Get closer to friends and family.
• Come up with more things to put on this bucket list.
• Oh yeah.
• Visit a new state, or town that I've never been to.
• Okay, I think this list is done.
• I should probably take the bullets off...
• But this is kinda fun.
• Okay done.

For my life!!!

• Get married.
• Have a baby.
• Learn how to be a good mom.
• Learn how to cook really good meals.
• Figure math out.
• Visit more than the few states that I've visited.
• Publish 10 books.
• Finally figure out how to sew actual clothes.
• Figure out how to read crochet patterns
• Play out of the lesson books in piano (yes, I know how strange that sounds.)
• Learn how to shoot straight and accurately. 
• Get myself a bow and arrow.
• Get myself a gun.
• Vote my conscience in an election (or more)
• Go shopping with my mom for the perfect wedding dress (or for cloth for my mom to make it because she's a genius.
• Be a bride's maid in a friend's wedding.
• Finish all my fanfiction stories, and start some more.
• Blog more, and blog more inspirationally, as apposed to myself.
• Quit using the phrase "as apposed" so much.
• Find out if I'll really turn into a pickle when I keep eating pickles.
• Go to heaven.
• Honestly, none of these are in order, and I'm not sure what to say with it.
• I really like talking with bullets.
• So much for being more inspirational...
• So, do you think I should finish up like this?
• Meee either!
• Did you know that that's a song?
• A country song to be perfectly honest with you.
• Is anyone really paying attention to what I'm saying here?
• Because if they're not, then I'm good.
• But if they are, I'm sure that they think that I'm crazy.
• Oh well, at least my resolution is to be more crazy.
• Why do we save our resolutions for New Years?
• Gah, I'll take off bullets.

Okay now for a mini rant....
I was listening to the radio earlier...a Christian radio program...and it's horrible!!!
This guy was sitting there, and he was talking about the lust of the eye, and he said that any man who's ever done that needs to confess to his wife, and ask forgiveness...
Not to be sexist against my own sex, but that's stupid...he said nothing about if a woman does it!  Women lust too!  (yeah I'm aware how strange that sounded.)  He shouldn't just let the women off for it.
Okay, time for my next rant...
You see, this rant is about feminists...
Why do they want women to be treated equally except when women get special stuff for being a woman?  I mean seriously!  I understand wanting to vote, and wanting jobs, and to be authors and stuff, but still...don't demand to be like men.
I'm a girl, and I do not want to be like boys...I'm not a boy!
There's things that women do better than men, and things that men do better than women.
I mean, I wouldn't go to a male midwife, or doctor if I was gonna have a baby.  I would want a woman doctor.
Okay, never mind, I'm gonna get to carried away with this.
Sooo..how's your day been?
~Katie :)

Jesus...Santa for Big Kids? Or More?

Just this morning an atheiest sent me a message on facebook, saying: Jesus: Santa Clause for adults.
Wrong.  Very very wrong.
Santa Clause comes from this one language I don't remember which one, Centre clouse (I'm sure this is misspelled.) which is that language for St. Nicholas.
St. Nicholas was a Catholic Priest, who had overheard people talking about how they couldn't get married because they didn't have a dowry.  Back then dowries were the thing!
I mean seriously, girls fathers needed to pay money for their daughter to get married.  In some cases it was the opposite, the guy paid the father to marry the daughter, and that's the way I think it should have been.
I understand the dad paying the dude, because then it's to help get his daughter's married life off to a good start, but when the guy pays the dad, it shows that he cares enough about the woman to actually give up something.
So, Nicky dear slipped money down their chimney, where it landed in some socks they had hung there to dry.  No driers back then if you were wondering.
Finally, he was caught.  And he was wearing the red priest's garb.
Hence: St. Nicholas turned into Santa, the jolly red garbed gift giver.
However, even Santa goes back to Jesus, because St. Nicholas was moved by God to do that...
So there's absolutely no way you can have Christmas without Jesus!
People may say that Santa is completely devoid from Jesus, but he's not.
BUT!  Should Santa be made the focus?
No way!
Jesus is still the most important part.
He was born in a manger, and laid to rest, he had a star and angels herald his arrival, shepherds came to worship him, and wise men gave him gifts.
While Santa/St. Nicholas was an awesome man, who gave gifts...Jesus is even more amazing.
Not only was he given gifts, he was a gift.
I'm so happy about that.
~Katie :)

I'm Alive!

Great news!  My principal didn't kill me! I still have no idea what happened to my papers, but I'm alive.  I'm so glad to be alive.
My friend Katie told me that I needed to make a post on my blog...the thing is...for once, I seem to be slightly at a loss for words.
I guess I could tell you about my phone conversation with my friend Kayden.
Kayden is my friend, and we both like swords, dragons and other awesome things like that.  I bet that if he and Timothy got together they'd end up being friends.
Of course, Kayden seems slightly annoyed with me for getting a boyfriend, and might refuse to meet Timothy...so I really don't know.
Anyway, Kayden and I are planning to make wooden swords, and give them names.  We were discussing it when he called me, to see if I could talk, because apparently he was sick today, and spent a great deal of his time over the toilet...He told me that, though why he had to tell me that about being over the toilet I don't know...
Anyway, and he asks me what I'm going to name my sword.
We go through all these names, and then he says, "I know, I'll come up with a word that you like, and then we'll find out what it is in another language.  Like Harmony, or--"
And I popped up with, "Oh I got it!  Harmonic Chaos!"
And he liked it.
He thought I was going too far with Chaotic Peace though.
Humph.
And yes, as a matter of fact, I am crazy!
Wait a second..
Crazy?  I was crazy once.  They stuck me in a padded room with rats.  Rats, I hate rats, they drive me crazy.  Crazy, I was crazy once, they stuck me in a padded room with rats.  Rats, I hate rats, they drive me crazy.  Crazy, I was crazy once, they stuck me in a padded room with rats.  Rats, I hate rats, they drive me crazy.  Crazy, I was crazy once, they stuck me in a padded room with rats.  Rats, I hate rats, they drive me crazy.  Crazy, I was crazy once, they stuck me in a padded room with rats.  Rats, I hate rats, they drive me crazy.
*giggles like a maniac*
You see, I told you I was crazy!
Ugh, I have something that I would love to tell you, but I don't think I can!  Gah!  That's horrible!
OH!  But I can tell you this!  There's a website that my Bible teacher Miss Ryder told me about.
If you're a fan of Adventures in Odyssey than this is the site for you!
Free Odyssey Episodes!
Awesome isn't it now?  I LOVE IT!  I think I do anyway.  For now.  Until I listen to all the episodes O:)
I have a few quotes for you.
"The more I get to know someone, the more I realize how little I really know them."~Me
"A lighthouse doesn't blare a horn, it just shines the light."~Pastor Chad
"Great minds think alike.  So do the stupid ones!"~Kayden
I love quotes. ^_^ 
One of my favorites is, "YOLO!"
What?  No, don't look at me like that!  It means, "You Obviously Love Oreos!"
I know, stolen oh so many times, but ya know what?  Who cares!?  I obviously don't!
Oh that brings me to a rant topic!
YOLO!
Yolo irks me to death!  I mean, for some people it might be okay, but there's a lot of people who use YOLO to mean that they can do whatever they want, because they only live once, and they don't have consequnces for anything they do.
Like a guy at my school, who isn't really my friend. I can deal with him, but I there are other people I would rather talk to.
He loves YOLO.  He loves it to the point that he gets mad at anyone who says it means You Obviously Love Oreos.  He literally punched a guy!  Then again, he also likes Justin Beiber, so...yeah, I guess his word can't quite be trusted.
He sat there and carefully explained to me, "You see, it means you only live once, so you go out, and you do what you can, because you know, you only live once, so go out and get high, and have fun, and do whatever you can."
It was like reasoning with a penguin.
Actually, a penguin might be more reasonable.
Today I saw a poster thing that had a picture of people getting drunk and high, and it said, "This is not YOLO."  Than it had a picture of soldiers underneath it, and it said, "This is YOLO."
I think I agree with that picture more than the general definition of YOLO.
YOLO wouldn't be so bad if they would use it to mean, "You only have one life; make it worthwhile."
Okay, yeah, there's my rant of the...week?  Day?  Random other times...
Okay anyway, gotta go, see ya!
~Katie :)

Church Picnic!

I'm going to a church picnic today, and I am positive that it will be awesome.  I just really really hope that someone from my school can come, because they're my friend, and another of my friends, who is also from my school, but who I knew since before I started going there is coming too.
The best part of church picnics, is that you get free food.  Free food is always a good thing.  Always.
And of course another great part is that you get to hang out with friends.
Does anyone reading this know of people who say they're Christians, and yet they sit and talk and gossip about how horrible everyone else is and how much better than them they are?
I think we all know at least one "Christian" like that.  It's horrible.
See, there was this man, and somehow him and his wife got divorced, and then he got remarried.
These two women were sitting there, and saying, not in these words, but they were saying, "Ugh, how horrible, he divorced his wife, and now he's getting married.  We're so much better than him."
And I was sitting there thinking, "Um, hello, this isn't very Christ-like...Mind changing the topic to maybe...I don't know, how you're gonna witness to him, and help get him back on track?"
And furthermore, what about when those people that "Christians" sit around and gossip about find out all that has been said about them?
They're probably going to think, "Oh...well, if this is a Christian, then I don't want to be one!"
Yeah, and then the gossips wonder why their witnessing doesn't work.
Now, I'm not saying that I'm the poster girl for Christ-likeness.  I blow my top too much.  Although it can take a while before I get to the top blowing point.  Unless you have a major habit of trying to make me mad, in which case it takes a shorter amount of time to blow.
And I'm not saying that I have never gossiped.  I try not to gossip.  I don't always succeed, but I try.  And if I do talk about someone, and are using them as an example, I generally try not to name them.
I do want to say that ranting, hurt, upset talk isn't classified as gossip to me.  No it's still not right, but if you're just sticking your nose into everyone's business, and then sneezing all of their secrets and skeletons out to the world, then that's even worse.
I think I may have spoke on this topic before, but well, it's one that I feel strongly about, and I think people need to learn to not gossip.  Gossiping is not good, and is not acceptable.
Have I posted a picture of Alana yet?  My little vent figure, and daughter?  I also have Bridget, who is Alana's big sister.
Alana is 5 (or 6,) and  Bridget is 13.
Here's a peek into their personalities.
Alana is sweet, and innocent, (she doesn't know what Mountain Oysters are, and I hope to keep her that way) likes only one guy, is mischievous, and enjoys to pretend to tell people who other people like, she loves people, and church, and well, is just awesome.
Bridget likes a ton of different guys, all at once, in fact, she's liked over 10 guys in the month that she's been alive, she's a flirt, she loves dressing up, and she's sweet too.
I'm starting to think she's gonna end up being a chemo patient.
Those are my babies.
If you want to know what they look like, look up Tessie Talks, and Willie Talks on google.  Alana looks like Tessie, and Bridget looks like Willie, but with a wig.
I bought Alana from ebay with my own money, but Bridget I got from one of my second cousins.
They make me happy :)
Well, I hear the thunder rumbling, and I am getting writers itch, (where you must write, or you'll go crazy, the exact opposite from writers block where you can't write no matter how hard you try) Soooo, farewell!
~Katie :)

Busy Busy Busy!

Okay, so I've had a busy, and funfull weekend.  It mostly started Friday night...which was the night of my school's fall festival.
We had a jail, a skit, and different groups (including choir) sang for the peeps who were all around.  And me, the most amazingly awesome journalist ever only got two pictures because I was having way too much fun.
And there was a jail.  We could put someone in jail for a dollar, and bail someone out for a dollar.  GABI PUT ME IN JAIL!!!  I was not happy!  So, I put her in jail.  Timothy was really nice and bailed me out of jail.  He told me that if I wouldn't run from him, he would bail me out.  So, I didn't run, and he bailed me out.
Then we chased Gabi (who is Timothy's sister) around to put her in jail.
But we had to pause to go up and sing while being all out of breath.  So, when we were done singing Timothy and I finally caught her!  And we stuck her in jail!
Funny for a school that has a no touching policy to allow us to have a jail, where guys and girls tackle each other, and grab at each other, step on each other's feet, and drag each other across the ground...Ahh well, I guess we weren't technically at school.  So...yeah, anyway...
And then today we had Farm Heritage Days which is a day where we have these awesome vendors who set up, and show things that went on in the 1800's, and all that.  It's pretty awesome.  There was this one stone house, that's set up on the property, and well, it's a pretty awesome house!  It's over 100 years old!
And there were even pony rides! ^_^  I rode several times, and got to help lead the horses, and once the horse stepped on my foot.
I didn't cry, but I did go, "Argh!"  In a groan, and bent over a little bit.  I blame myself for getting in his way.  He didn't mean to step on me.  He meant to move over a little bit, and eat some more grass.  Nom nom nom, I love grass.  I mean, he loves grass...
Anyway, it was pretty awesome.
And then when I got home, some music that I'd ordered off of Amazon arrived!  I WAS SO HAPPY!  Hey, who am I kidding, I'm still happy!
Okay, wanna know something that irks me?
People who think that they know everything.  Like, we all know one of them.  That person who knows exactly what's going on in your life, all of your feelings and emotions, and exactly how to fix them all.  Even when you didn't want  them to fix it, and just wanted them to listen.
I have the habit of wanting to fix stuff, but not knowing how.  So instead I give hugs.
Everyone needs a hug.
So right now, before I depart from this place of awesome blogginess...
**HUG TO EVERYONE**
I love you people!  And remember, you're awesome, and amazing, and special, and loved...
~Katie :)

Forever Home

Okay, I just heard the words, so I typed them as the title.  Although, if you're a Christian, when you die Heaven will be your forever home...SO!
Um, hey, as I was saying, I'm sorry for taking so long in posting a new blog post, but hey, what can I say...I had some stressful stuff going on, and school takes up a lot of time when you're not homeschooled.
Wanna know something that irks me?  No, you probably don't, but ya know what?  I'll tell ya anyway!  It irks me when non homeschooled people automatically assume that all homeschoolers do is sit around, and play on the computer, or sleep all day.
While I will be the first to admit that when I was homeschooled, I did sleep in quite a bit, stay up rather late, and get on the computer quite often, I also got my work done a lot faster.
It wouldn't take a whole hour like people do in a brick and mortar school to do everything.  A lot of the time I would get it done faster, therefore, I had more time to spend on the computer and sleep.  There were times when about 8 subjects would take an hour or two at most for me to complete, as opposed to the hour for each subject that it takes for a good deal of people.  So see?
Some homeschoolers might actually do that, and not really learn anything, but I would like to know what public schooler, or private schooler (other than me or Karen) knows what acrophobia means, would answer someone, "Depleted funds." when asked why they weren't going to a youth convention, and has ever made their own little blacksmith shop in their kitchen.
Okay, that was what irks me.
What irks you?
Something amazing that happened recently is that I got a Tessie Talk.  For those of you who don't know what that is, a Tessie Talk is a ventriloquist figure.
I will hereby call her a vent figure.
I renamed her Alana.  Pronounced with the on sound.  I love her so much!
She's cute, and sweet, and adorable, and I will totally have to post a picture of her sometime.  Sometime soon probably, but knowing me it'll be a while before there's a post of her up.
So, I've been sad the past few days, because Mr. Miller (choir teacher) wasn't at school.  Instead he went to a wedding.  I hope that when I get married he'll skip school to come to my wedding.
Okay, so who all remembers when I said that I was considering never making any more friends?  Okay, well I decided against that, because on a whole I normally like people.  Just not stupid idiots who are so closed minded that they're squishing up their brains.  And besides that, I'm making new friends at school.
I'm not sure what to talk about right now, but I would suggest looking up funny X-Factor, America's Got Talent, and American Idol videos up on youtube.  There's some pretty hilarious ones!
Oh yeah, and I would like to make a public "My aunt is awesome" speech, and a public, "My mom is amazing" speech right here, right now on my blog.
Okay, so totally, my Aunt Melody?  She's totally awesome!  She actually bought me a bunch of lunch stuff to take to school, in order for me to not be forced to eat school lunches!  And she even bought me dorritos, and two gatorades!  Lemonade Gatorades!  (I have a little recipe coming up in a second!)  I love those gatorades, they are amazing tasting.  Just love em.  So yeah, my aunt is awesome.
My mom is totally amazing!  Those of you who have met her had better agree with me on that, because if you don't, you're in biiiiig trouble!
Okay, now that that's aside, on to my recipe.
What?  Oh, you wanted a reason for my mom to be amazing?  Well, guess what?   I don't need one!
Here's my recipe:
To start with you'll need two different kinds of gatorade.  Lemonade gatorade, and...the light blue (forgot the name of it) gatorade.  Your third ingredient is green tea with lemon.
To start with, mix equal amounts of the gatorades together, while you wait for the water for your tea to boil.  Once the water has boiled, take your tea bag, and brew it.  After that you put sugar in the tea, and mix it up all good, then cool it.  You can do this by either letting it set till it's room temp, or you can ice it.  Your choice.  After that, you mix some of that in with your gatorade mix.  Add ice as desired.
I suppose that if you wanted to add other beverages you could do that, however, I would strongly advise against adding hot chocolate to the mix, as it tastes disgusting mixed up together with it.
Anyway, I'm glad to be of some assistance in your everyday life.
Oh yeah, also, if you ever want to rob me, there will be no one home on the following days: when we aren't home.  At the following times: Whatever time we aren't home.  And my address is as follows: Number number another number, Street Name, Town, Kansas, and my zip code is a series of numbers.  Oh yeah, and if you wanna call to make sure we're not home, here's my number: 123-not-telling.  We keep our valubles in the safe, located in a place that you will never know, and the combination for it is number number letter letter letter number, poke poke punch.  And just in case that isn't enough, this is my facebook password so you can ruin my social life: IwillNEVERtellUbutth@nksfor@sking.  And the email so you can complete the task is: katiesemail@yahoo.com
Okay, you can sufficiently rob me, and ruin my social life :)
Glad to be of assistance!
~Katie :)
P.S. Please keep yourself safe from internet stalkers!  Do as I do, and refrain from posting extremely personal information about yourself!  Because then, if you post about the awesomely fun time that you had speeding down the road at 150 mph the cops will catch you and throw you in jail.  And besides that you could get hurt badly, and possibly murdered.  I'm just gonna pretend like today is internet predator awareness day.  Okay, so yeah, that's it.  I LOVE YOU!

Yatta Yatta is a Yetti

Okay, I feel really unintelligent, because I don't remember what a yetti is :/  Oh wait, now I do, that's big foot right?  Except in snow man form?
Anyway, here I am, talking to y'all, but I'm having trouble remember-GOT IT!
As silly as I feel like I sound, I'm gonna be ready to go to school on Tuesday.  I would go tomorrow, but they have no school tomorrow.  Labor Day.
But you know, if I didn't know any better I would so totally think that they were Katie proofing the place...well, guess what....I shall un-Katie proof it, and corrupt the whole school!  In other words I'll get everyone who's not already as crazy as I am as crazy as I am, and those who refuse to become crazy shall be exiled in the world of noncrazy people.
Anyway, and yeah, I do like school.
But here's something that REALLY irks me!  See I have a friend, and I  told him that I was going to a brick and mortar school (not in those words, but still) and he goes, "You mean you're going to real school?"
Hello, just because it's not in a school building with a bunch of other people doesn't mean it's not a real school!  I should have told him that I've been going to a real school my whole life.
I'm going to a brick and mortar school, not a "real" school, not a "regular" school.
I did school regularly (normally) while I was homeschooled as well, so it's not that the school wasn't real or regular.
*slap* that slap was to all you people who think that homeschooled people don't go to real, or regular school.
Yes even my friend.  Because it irks me to no end!
Anyway, so now that we've gotten that settled, I think that it's time I told y'all that I'm opinionated.  I don't know if you've noticed that from my blog posts or what, but I am.  I'm very opinionated.
Ya know, my family thinks that I should be in Speech and drama in school.  I think I'm too dramatic for Drama.
I mean seriously...here I am, and Mom tells me that I need to put on my shoes for church...well, she meant rollerblades, but see, I don't like to wear shoes.  So I dropped on my knees, and grasped at the air, and wailed, at the top of my lungs, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
See, too dramatic for Drama...
Anyway, so what's up in your lives my not as dramatic as me peoplez?
I have a question for you...
Do you know what's really scary?
OMINOUS!
I so have to see if I could crack that joke in English.  Miss Montgomery would probably love it.  I'm not sure if everyone in my class would get it though.
But yeah...
Oh yeah, if you didn't get it..ominous is a word that means really scary.
Does everyone remember Madam MooMoo?  Yeah, I need to write more in that saga don't I?
Here's a quick short Madam Moo Moo story!
Once there was a cow named Madam Moo Moo.  She enjoyed to moo.  It was in her blood.  Well, one day she was mooing up a storm, and her farmer friend came out to try to see if she was okay.
"Madam Moo Moo, are you okay?"  He asked.
She nodded, but kept mooing.  She mooed, and mooed and mooed!  Finally she got so annoying that he banished her to the zoo.
So now she was in a zoo, crying, and mooing all at the same time.  Then her boyfriend, who if I remember correctly was/is a lion busted out of his cage, and came and stood by her in her time of tragedy.
"Oh Madam Moo Moo, I'm so sorry that you're trapped here!"  He cried out.
"So am I.  I wish I could have just gone to visit you, but instead they put me in a cage!"  She wailed, and wailed, and mooed, and mooed, and cried, and cried.
"Well, here, I'll break you out."
So, he broke her out, and she ran home, and promised to behave and not be so annoying with her mooing.
And so she only mooed at the appropriate mooing hours.
Her farmer friend was happy, and the zoo was happy, and since she was able to go visit her boyfriend he was happy!
The End.
Okay, I think I need more time to write a longer Madam Moo Moo story :/
That was kinda lame, even I know that.  Then again, what stories with talking cows who have lion boyfriends aren't slightly lame?
Anywho, me must be off :/  Shtupid curfew!
~Katie :(:

Tiny Post

Just a little post to let y'all know that I live and breath, and roam the earth seeking pickles to devour.  Or maybe chocolate...  Or maybe I should just go rollerblading...
I haven't gone rollerblading in forever, and I weigh more than I normally do.  Which, no I'm not a fat girl, but I would really like to keep me unfat, and if I don't get my rollerblading in, while I may not be fat I will need new skirts cause the others are too tight...And I don't have money for new skirts.
I started school today!  Awesome day!  Yes, I'm homeschooled, and yes it was awesome.  You don't need new lockers, and new classes to have an awesome day at school.  Or new friends, and old friends.
Me?  I'm thinking about becoming like a lone wolf.  You know...
She who walks rollerblades the lonely streets alone. I shall be Katie of the Wolves.  Never mind that's copyrighted.  I shall be Katie, the girl who hides in the shadows and knows few people, and fewer know her.  I shall be Katie, the silent one, who only speaks to those around her through a blog.  
                            Katie The Unwritten One!
Available in theaters near your imagination....
But still...I've been thinking about swearing off of making new friends, because I always end up loosing them, loosing contact with them, or them hating me later on or something :/  It's pretty sad actually...
You know, I'm googling my full name (Katie None-of YOUR-Business-What-My-Last-Name-is..) and my birthdate, and my parent's full names.
Trying to find me on google.  Interesting how I can't.  I'm a pretty spectacular person! (no...not really.)  But you'd think you could find yourself on there somewhere.  I keep finding stuff about Katie what's her face who divorced Tom what's his face, and is now being forgotten by her daughter what's her face, because her daddy spoils her rotten, and before too long he's gonna have a little girl who never takes no for an answer, and always wants this, or that or the other...
Why do we have to share the name Katie?!  AHHH!  It's not good, it's not right, none of it is!
Some little kids are spoiled rotten, and that's cause their parents never tell them no.  This is going to end up being a bunch of spoiled rotten adults, who can't take no for an answer, because they've never been denied anything by their parents, so nothing else should be denied.
You know, I think there's already some adults like that.  It's awful :/
I think that we should do something about it.  Like raise our children right...Granted, I don't have children, and might never have children, but I can see the children at WalMart throwing temper tantrums!
And it's not a pretty picture...
What's even more ugly is when you see someone stealing something, then saying that they couldn't have, because "I have a baby!!!"
Ha, sure, of course, having a baby always keeps you from stealing!  o.O  People can be so stupid sometimes...
Okay, so anyway, I gotta go fold clothes, and all that awesome stuff...but...I'll try to be in touch, with my strange opinions, and interesting thoughts, and hyper thoughts, and all that good stuffehz.
Now I know that I have a fancy little thingy mabobber that I was gonna use here, but you know what?  I saved it in my howrse notes, and I'm too lazy to go log into howrse, and copy past the link...
Ttfn! (ta ta for now..)
~Katie :)