Geh. People suck.

So, I believe it was yesterday, Kathy proclaimed that she didn't "really want to be friends with [me] anymore".

And then last Friday, McKenzie claimed that I was "too stupid to correspond with" over a stupid argument because I can "never admit that I'm wrong". And she used 'your' instead of 'you're'. Which was ironic.

And now what do I have?

Stephanie. Stephanie is what I have. I'm not saying that's really a bad thing, but... just... meh.

So now Raechelle is my best friend. I don't have to worry about her leaving me and I can talk to her about whatever I want whenever she's physically there.

Well, it looks like 2011 is actually turning out to be a LOT worse than 2010. AND it's only January.

Crap.

Then there's high school, which earns an even bigger "Crap" because there are more people. And it's a new school. Like, a really new new school, that they rebuilt. High school is freaking SCARY.

I am a lonely sap.

With good reason. Nobody is available to be... not lonely with. Seriously.

Break ends on Monday. Then it's school. Ugh.

Friday is New Years eve. I haven't really lived 2010 to the most like I should have, what with the beginning of a new decade and all, but 2011 is definitely looking like it's going to be a LITTLE bit better. Maybe. If not way worse. Let's hope it's better, though, shall we?

I also have nowhere I really want to go, so I'm probably going to go with my parents to Dan Trish's house, where I get to play with a baby. Hoorah.

By the way, Max totally doesn't like me anymore. He probably thinks I'm annoying and desperate. Well, I'm not denying the fact that I'm the teensiest bit desperate, but I don't think I'm that annoying. Am I?

This doesn't help my self-esteem.

I've decided to back off and let them come to me instead. And if nobody ever does, oh well.

On another note, I've gotten used to my feet being cold. It's eternally freezing in my room and there's not a lot I can do to fix that, so I'm just cold all the time. I don't think it helps that I have three (count 'em THREE) windows in my little tiny room. One is the size of the big windows in my living room. Because of this small detail, I don't have a lot of wall space or options for places to put my map. So it's not up at the moment.

Maybe if I get a space heater...

In the meantime, I'll be cold.

But anyway.

Don't you just hate it when people try to send you pictures on your phone and you can't get any so they take up a lot of space on your phone?

Yeahhhhh, that happens to me all the time. Especially with Zack. He probably doesn't know that I can't receive pictures, but you can't blame him because nobody told him. I will definitely have to get that fixed, though, because me being my nosy self, I REALLY want to know what the picture is.

But again, oh well.

That's all I have to say for now. Goodbye.

Hairy Fish Nuts to Paul and to Paul a New Trite.

Mele Kalikimaka, Merry Keshmish, Feliz Navidad, Boas Festas, Felices Pasquas, Nadolig Llawen, Joyeux Noel, Buone Feste Natalizie, Froehliche Weihnachten, En frehlicher Grischtdaag, Kellemes kara’csonyi u”nnepeket, God Jul, Gle[eth]ileg jol gott og fars, Hristos se rodi, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah, and last of all, Merry Christmas.


For those of you who are wondering what I got for Christmas, I got an electric razor and a blanket. 


And, well, ya' know, some candy, nail polish, a zombie finger puppet, a guitar chords book, a photo album, a new mouse, and a camcorder.


I have to say, I'm not ungrateful for the razor. It's a lot more convenient than those stupid non-electric ones. Jeez.

~*~

I'm going to be getting a monthly allowance from my grandparents in California. But that's not all. They're going to be paying me like a minimum wage child laborer and give me a whopping $50 every month. But hey, it's a start.

Of course there's a catch, though. There's always a catch to these kinds of things.

That would be that I'm in charge of buying EVERYTHING I get, including clothes (which, in itself, includes shoes) except food. Which is still pretty freaking awesome.

They also apparently have college funds stored away for me and my brother, so that on top of the grandchildren's trust that my dad has going on, I'm pretty much set for college, and it'll be a bonus if I get a scholarship. However, me being my horribly and pathetically apathetic self, I'll be too lazy to and I'll just go.

~*~

And now we have one more long, grueling week until winter break is over, and then at least two long, grueling months until spring break, and then after that there will be at least another long, grueling month of school until I go to Disneyland with the band, and then a few more weeks and then it's the end of the year.

And then I'm in high school.

Oh god.

Another Update.

I feel bad now. I haven't posted in a really long time.

Now that it's winter break, though, I'd imagine I'll have more time if there's anything worth blogging about.

Nothing really interesting has happened, though.

While you're waiting for me to think of something to say, you should check out Pomplamoose's YouTube channel! And buy some stuff. But whatever. Do what you wish.

In other news, Saturday is the best freaking day of the year.

Christmas, my friends. Christmas. A day of joy, happiness, and a helluvalotta prezzies.

Speaking of Christmas, which is associated with snow, guess when the good ol' Puget Sound Lowlands got snow? The answer? About a week before Thanksgiving.

I know, right? It's weird.

It's also weird that we're probably NOT going to get snow on Christmas. Or in December, for that matter.

While we're on the subject of snow, I had a WONDERFUL time in it. Well, not really, since I didn't get to go hang out with Kathy, Kevin, Zack, and Max down on the other side of town because of the ice.

Oh, yes. The ice.

Let me elaborate:



Yes, it was like that.

But anyway, we got a LOT of snow and I went nearly insane because I was expecting fun and being with friends until I realized that I couldn't get to them because they're all over a mile away from me and it would be very difficult to get there.

Oh well. I got pictures of that day even though I wasn't there.

But I can't post them for identity protection.

But whatever. At least you can imagine how it went. Picture two teenagers, a white redhead one (Zack) and a half Black half Argentinian one who looks kind-of awkward and has an afro (Max) rolling around in a bunch of white powder. And the redhead keeps attacking the one with the afro. That's pretty much how it looks.

That's about it. Suddenly I'm craving Indian food...

Ciao!

Changes, Changes, Changes.

Changes are afoot, my peeps.

As I have said before, change is inevitable -- except from a vending machine.

Okay, so I didn't really say that. Some guy named Robert C. Gallahager or something said it. But, you know, whatever.

So, it started snowing on Sunday.

At first, it was this really weak stupid snow that first night, and I got excited, and then it stopped snowing and I was sad.

But then I woke up the next morning and there was snow everywhere.

School went on on Monday, but we had two-hour early dismissal because they were expecting a lot of snow later on. All the staff kept yelling at people because they were throwing snowballs at people. I'm just glad Ms. Worserest wasn't there. She would probably attempt to take away all the snow. Because that's what she does.

Oh, did I tell you about Ms. Worserest? I can see I didn't.

Well, she's the suckiest vice principal for a middle school WHO EVER LIVED.

How to I hate thee, Ms. Worserest? Let me count the ways:

1. You make up stupid rules that weren't even written anywhere
2. You replaced Ms. Awesome, who was THE BESTEST vice principal EVAR compared to you.
3. You think the words "should" and "must" are the same thing.
4. You're under the delusion that kids ages ten and up are unable to cross streets without supervision, so you put up traffic cones and direct traffic when you weren't even said to be allowed to do this in the first place, but you do it anyway for some reason unbeknown to me and many other people.
5. You are also under the delusion that just because Mr. Cooper, the REAL principal, is locked in his office all day, even though all the other staff is around, YOU and YOU only are in charge. Which is not necessarily true. However, you are unfortunately in a position of power, which is frustrating to me, but I'm not going to say anything about it because if I do I'll get in trouble.

So there.

Where was I? Oh yes. Snow.

So, on Monday, Kathy, Max and I were standing by this tree of awesomeness (now to be referred to as ToA), and it was snowing, and MAX DIDN'T HAVE HIS COAT ON. I mean really. He was holding it in his hands, but he didn't put it on. I didn't say anything until he started shivering, and then I said, "Max! Why aren't you wearing your coat?! It's SNOWING for god's sake! AND you're shivering!" He replied with "No I'm not," and then Kathy asked him if he wanted a ride home and he said yes and then they left and I was alone.

So I went home too.

That night, it snowed EVEN MORE, and now there's about six inches of snow on the ground.

It's about time.

School was canceled today, and it's canceled tomorrow, and it was Thanksgiving weekend anyway, so I get a six-day weekend.

SWEET.

Tomorrow, I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want to get out of the house for once, so Kathy's trying to make plans with Kevin, and I'm probably going to be able to come. And so is Tyler, but just because he asked.

I just thought it was about time that I blogged, and today is an update.

Bye!

P.S. Did you see the new layout? It's BEAUTIFULZ, I know. It's a lot better than any of the other ones that I've had so far, especially with my banner. Now it's just all kinds of prettifulzzzzzzzz. That's it. For reals. Bye.

Baked goods, pregnancy, and drawing.

Hello, all.

Today, on the menu will be Rice Krispie Treats. And coffee cake. But more the former than the latter. Sorry.

The reason why I'm making them instead of something that I would like a lot more is because Raechelle has a pregnant friend who really really really really really really really likes them. So I'm making them for her.

Speaking of pregnant people, there is, in fact, a girl at my school and in my grade that is pregnant. I'm serious. She's a nice enough girl, but honestly, it's not surprising. She's a good person that made a lot of wrong choices.

On a completely different note, I have accepted the fact that I can't draw with a failed attempt at *Pikachu* and *Domo-Kun*. Now I just aimlessly doodle little cartoons. A few of these gave me the idea to make a new comic. It shall be called Revenge of the Cynical Monoliths. It's about, well, cynical monoliths. Or rather, two cynical monoliths and an overly excited one. They just look like squares, though. I could draw them 3-D, but that would defeat the purpose of purposefully bad drawings.

But anyway.

My weekend has been quite uneventful. Sucks for me; it's Sunday. Last day of freedom before... sigh... school. Ugh.

This has been a rather short post.

Update!

Now that I'm in Spectrum... It's... Really not as awesome as I thought it would be. But it's nowhere near as bad as my old classes. I mean really. Reflection symmetry? Ha.

Well, anyway, today has definitely not been a very good day. In first period, I was writing some Chinese characters on a little piece of paper because I was bored, and McKenzie started saying how much I failed and that I was doing it all wrong. When I did it right, she said to do it faster. This was the point where I decided not to put up with it and I just said, 'screw it' and ignored anything having to do with Chinese.

Then McKenzie asked me what my topic was for a personal essay we're supposed to write for this NPR program called This I Believe. When I showed it to her, Kathy saw and said, "That's kind of a given." Which wasn't very nice, because it's the best I could come up with, and I had been thinking about it for two days.

So that made me feel crappy.

Then there was at lunch, when I said to Stephanie as a joke after Amy gave me the rest of her food, "Hey, look. I actually didn't take it forcefully," Stephanie made a big deal out of it and started to tell everyone. And then Kathy said, "Yeah! This is a breakthrough for you!" and she looked completely serious. Which also made me feel crappy.

Then in science, this guy tried to prove me wrong with something that we were supposed to do and he said it in a very matter-of-fact, 'stop trying to be better than me' voice. That also made me feel crappy.

So, all those things piled up on top of each other, I was really depressed in 5th period, and after class, I went to the counselor and cried for a little while. That made me feel a little better. Then I was still just depressed and all I was thinking about during 6th period was how badly I wanted to be out of there and in 7th period.

7th period was substantially better than the rest of the day. I got to do math with McKenzie and then start making a big poster that we're going to work on tomorrow during lunch, and, even though I hate algebra, no matter how crappy I feel, by 7th period, it all goes away.

Well, goodnight.

Respectively Titled Blog Post.

One word.

Spectrum.

No, not a rainbow.

No, not a span of light.

The honors program at my school.

Details:

So, during 7th period science, Ms. Smith called me up to her, and I thought I was in trouble because I had a bad grade, but it turns out that I was supposed to go to the office because Mr. Suzuki called and said he wanted me to come down to the office. So, naturally, I freaked out, thinking I did something wrong.

When I got to the office, I walked up to the front desk and didn't even need to say anything until Mr. Suzuki saw me and said that Mr. Cooper (principal) wanted to see me. So I freaked out even more, thinking what I could have possibly done that was this bad. It was barely even the second month of school!. Mr. S said that hopefully it was for a good thing because he knew that I of all people wouldn't do something this bad.

When I got to Mr. Cooper's office (which is REALLY nice, by the way), he recognized me (how in the hell do all of these staff members recognize me like that? Do they memorize the faces of the people who they want to see?) and said, "Ah. Kayleigh. Come in." So I sat down at the nice little table where there were LOTS of chairs, which made me wonder how often he actually has to use all of those chairs, but that's irrelevant.

The first thing he said was, "So, I have your schedule right here," and I got really really really excited, "and I know you and your family have been trying very hard to get you into Spectrum." which made me feel kinda bad because my parents had made multiple phone calls and I thought that I had annoyed them. Then he said some other things that I didn't hear behind my elation, and then he said, "On Monday, you can come pick up your schedule when you get here first thing." And then there were some formal goodbyes and "have a good weekend"s and then I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.

All I can think about right now is Spectrum. Ahhhh, lovely solace.

Well, that's it. And miraculously, I'm tired at 10:30. How strange.

Goodnight, everybody.

Believe in yourself, for the LOVE OF GOD! ... Literally.

Hellllllllo there.

I was reading my friend Trish's blog, Sara Laughed, when I came upon a sentence that she had written that was totally true. And I C&Ped this:

I cried, I think, because I'm heartbroken by how exclusive Christianity has become.
The faith that said "Come to me ALL you who are weary or brokenhearted and I will give you rest." Now says "No, we don't want you because you're ______." 


And I think that's part of the reason why I'm not Christian. And why I don't watch Glee. Glee just is too focused on faith and Christianity. I'm not saying that I shun all who is Christian, because 4/5 of my friends are Christian, but all I'm saying is it gets a little tiring hearing how great God is.


Now that we're branching off into this subject, another reason why I'm Christian is because there are a lot of plotholes in what people say is wrong. For example, why they say LGBTQ is a bad thing. They say that it wasn't God's intention. Then you ask why He made them, and they say back to you, "God put man on Earth with free will." Excuse me, but, A TOTAL LOAD OF COMPLETE CRAP. Being gay isn't a CHOICE. People were born with different sexual preferences, and it shouldn't be a bad thing. It's just like a man and a woman falling in love, except they can't reproduce. There's not much difference there.


Then there's the thing about "the work on Earth." It means converting everyone to Christianity. And, I'm sorry Evangelists, but this will not be done. Everyone is different, and everyone has a different belief. And there are people out there like me, who are stubborn and will not change my beliefs unless I decide upon it myself. I don't care how great your God is. If he existed, he would have helped me by now.


But anyway.


My teachers in my core classes both confronted me about emails that they had gotten referring to my Spectrum schedule change, so it is probably going to happen sometime in the near future. Either way, I NEED to be in Spectrum. These people are driving me INSANE. And by insane I mean depressed. More and more with every passing day I'm not in Spectrum.


So that's my post for today, probably this week, and the next two weeks.


Goodnight and goodbye.

I am a sad excuse for a blogger.

Well, school started 2 1/2 weeks ago.

How is it, you ask?

TERRIBLE. I'm not even kidding.

First of all, I got put in a class with absolutely none of my friends, and there's only a handful of people in my class that are actually bearable. And no, it is not in Spectrum.

In fact, this bothered me so much that I came home and cried for a very long time. My dad called the grade counselor and he put a reference on the principal's desk, but now I have a bad grade in my language arts block because she makes me do the STUPIDEST things: making me put post-it notes (WTF!??!) in my book to help me go back and reference things because "it's what good readers do", which is complete (pardon my french) BS. NOBODY in the real world uses post-it notes to help them go back and reference things.

Also, I thought reading logs were bad, but this lady is EXTREME about them. She makes them with two sides. One is for in-class reading and the other is for at-home reading. AND she makes us write how the character is developing every single time we read. I don't know about anybody else, but the characters in my books don't develop over twenty pages. They develop about halfway through the book. Sometimes I can't even tell you how they've developed because it's so infinitesimal that you barely even notice. I'm also not going back in my book every single time I read to "think about it" because my attention span may be short, but I can hold a lot of information in my little brain, especially about stories, books, and movies.

And I have just figured out that I have two As, three Cs, and a D. I'm sure that'll work really well with getting me into Spectrum. Sigh. At least it makes my Source page colorful.

But anyway.

On a happier note, my birthday is in two days. My parents' gift to me is redoing my room because right now it's not very pretty and it's girly. I like my bookshelf, so I'll keep it and get everything else to match. The colors will be blue for calm and gold for happiness. I will also be getting a full sized bed, instead of a twin, since the twin is getting slightly small and my mattress is a mess. There was a feng shui thing in one of my old magazines that's really easy to follow and very organized.

So anyway, that's all I have to say for now. I'm sure something interesting will happen in my 8th grade escapades (I like the sound of that.... 8GE, I'll call it) so you will probably die of boredom until then. Actually, In two days there might be something. And in another two days after that.

Goodbye, people.