Happy Nearly Halloween

Happy? Nah. I'm home. Why the hell would that make me HAPPY?

Actually, this sums up my feelings of Halloween pretty well:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ztnPIUg1Z4

And, in honor of that singer, Skye Sweetnam (Or, if you're a follower of Sumo Cyco, Sever's alter-ego that she locked in the attic and doesn't really talk to), I am going trick-or-treating (Free candy. Hell yeah, I'm going!) tomorrow in jeans and a red hoodie, with blue hair.
(listen to the song, dammit)

I am also going to be robbing the innocents of their candy with my dear friends Dr. Chicken, Mrs. Lovett, and Sweeney Todd. We are going to be a great combination.

Also, the reason I missed -what, three?- book klubs (the horror) is the fact that I was in GERMANY. (Because I was conspiring on how to restart the Nazi Party)

No.

To be honest, I was there on an EXCHANGE program, with that thing people call SCHOOl.

See, I had a [Nazi] German student in my [refridgerator] house for [however long it took me to rape her] three and a half weeks. Then we, the [Nazi conspirators] Americans flew with our [Nazis] Germans back to their homeland so we could learn about their [political downfall possibilities] culture or language or something.

The only thing I really learned was that I am legally of age to drink in Germany.

Yep.
America sucks.

Anywhore, I may or may not be away again [raping little children who come to my house looking for candy] next weekend, so there might not be a Book Klub.

Thorny and Lex, I am not doing your mothers or your ridiculous punishments. I was in another country, for [Sumo Cyco's] Christ's sake.

Anyway, my step-sister agreed to go explode pumpkins (or, as the Spanish teacher says, 'punkins') in our neighbor's lawn.

Happy Devil's Birthday!
Go blow shit [up] for me!
~Too bored and sober KK, Land of a Thousand not drunk dances, USA.

You've Reached The Answering Machine Of KK

Yeah. She's away on a mini-vacation or summat right now. And has no internet. She forgot to inform you of this, and just texted me.

She said she's halfway through the fourth Harry Potter book, and at fifteen books in the Book Klub right now.

She said that myself (Lex) and Thorny cannot punish her because she's away.

This is still in discussion.

But there's your semi-Book Klub.

Angsty Blog is Angsty

I am literally going to die. Between my step-siblings and the shit going on at school, I am going to die.

My step-siblings are singing. The eight year old male, who somehow learned what A Very Potter Musical is, has been singing AVPM songs.
My sister, who is a senior and our lead Soprano 1, has been singing every song within her range from Phantom of the Opera.
Ever since I mentioned that I had a song from Phantom (Point of No Return) in my head. While working on Algebra. So that's, like, three times the torture.

Also, my remark from... last blog (?) about the dead German student was referring to the fact that there are exchange students from Germany in our town/school right now, and we have two at our house. One for my sister, one for me. We had them both up for a full 24 hours since they got here, I guess they both stayed awake for the flight here, and we spent all night talking and playing cards, so they were pretty much zombies the next day.

I really don't want to go in-depth about the shit at school right now, for my sanity and for the persons involved sakes', but.... Right. The leader of the Coral Reef Gang, who usually sorts the rest of us out, is well... pregnant. And kind of unstable. Which fucks the rest of us over.
And another one, who I thought was done with her problems, who's a grade older than me, has started cutting again. And I sincerely thought we were over that. She's gotten through it once before, but that was when our "Leader" was stable. Which she isn't, at the moment. Which throws us all into inbalance. Another girl a grade above me is trying to help her friend, we're all trying to help the "Leader".... But between three girls going to a Tech school, my favorite seventh grader, who is pretty much no help in affairs with the older kids (to her), and our Leader being fucked over, that leaves three of us who are normal and able to help. Which really isn't enough with issues this big.

What I really need is advice with what the hell to do, but I don't expect that of you. Actually, it'll be a miracle if you're reading this at all.

Adieu.

~Phantom of the Opera IN MY HEAD, KK, Point of No Return, USA.

Book Klub 12: Gahhhh it's too late to think

I JUST got home. I left today at eight in the motherfucking morning, and it is not 11:45 at night. (The clock at the bottom of this post remains fucked up, and I am so not fixing it) Which normally would be okay. But I'm back on a school schedule, and I NEED my sleep on weekends. Didn't get any today. Well, last night. So this weekend isn't so great. Especially considering I still have a shitload of homework to do. -so not thinking of that right now-

Books Read:
1. Darkest Mercy
2, 3, & 4: The Iron King, Daughter, and Queen
5. Cryer's Cross
6. Haunting Violet
7. City of Glass
8 & 9: Crashed and Wired
10, 11, & 12: Buffy Volume 3
13. Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone
14. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

I'm.... gahhh... I dunno how far through the third Harry Potter (Prisoner of Azkaban). Maybe a little over a hundred pages.

Good night. I'll tell you more about today's adventures when I'm fully functioning then.

~Dead as a German Student (Tomorrow, lovelies. I promise. *not*) KK, Land of a Thousand, USA.

Little Kids Are Stoopid

I'm laughing my ass off right now, to be honest. I crack up every time I think about it.

Right. I'm in a high school that is grades 7 - 12. I am an upperclassmen, so I'm not what I remember my World History teacher calls whale dung. I still prefer that you guys don't know my exact age, just know I'm not a senior or a little kid.

So, my best friend from the Clarinetland (I'm from the land of the Coral Reef Gang - the piccolo section. Long story from another blog post a while back) gets a text.

It reads this:

Hey this is Bryon do you wanna have sex?

And a picture of a condom is attached (She deleted the text, so I have no exact picture. Use your imaginations. You're big kids now).

Vicky (she already told me it's okay to use her actual name now) responds, after thinking for a while:

I'm sorry, who?

She gets a message back not too long after:

Bryon *******

(******* is such an interesting last name, isn't it? Yes, if you go kill the little creep, I will feel bad. So no last names for you!)

And so she responds:

Um okay. No idea who you are.

In the meantime, she got me to use facebook to see if I could figure out who this kid was. Because I was at her house at the time. So it comes up, and I just kind of look over his page (stalker? moi? nahhh.) and I see he's dating some eighth grader from Saxophone land. So I text the saxophone section leader, because I already know she'd know who he was, and she says he's a seventh grader.

That's right. This is a twelve or thirteen year old, asking Vicky to have sex with him.

Her exact words were: Holy Motherfucking Jesus.

Sometime after I tell her this, she gets another text from this kid who she's never given her number to.

Well, okay then. Can I just give you a hickey?

We shared a weird look over this one. Neither of us actually knew who this kid was. Or why he wanted to stalk Vicky that bad.

No, dude. Find someone your own age.

Then there was this:

But you're so much hotter than them. Can you at least give me a blowjob then?

Then:

Jesus Christ. Listen. I have no fucking idea who you are, and I suggest you leave me alone right now or I will have all of the hell my friends are capable of producing raining down on you every single fucking day I even see you. And I'm sure your girlfriend will love to here about this too. LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.

That shut 'im up. She did tell his girlfriend then, too. Like a tattling second grader. 'Twas very amusing.

~Glad-that-she-has-the-friends-she-does KK, Somewhere, USA.

Book Klub 11

Gah. Crap has been going on. To be untroubling: my friend who I've known since I was little (she is older than me - not in my grade) is pregnant. And completely fucked over, to be honest.

It's late. I just got home. I played round one in a softball tournament (the rest comes next weekend), a soccer game, and a basktball game. So, a rushed Book Klub:

1. Darkest Mercy
2, 3, & 4: The Iron King, Daughter, and Queen
5. Cryer's Cross
6. Haunting Violet
7. City of Glass
8 & 9: Crashed and Wired
10, 11, & 12: Buffy the Vampire Slayer 3

I'm almost done with the first Harry Potter book again (finally got over my emotional difficulties and restarted the series). I love it so much, guys. I really do.

I'll catch you all later, hopefully when I'm thinking straight again. There's more crap flying around, I just told you what's mainly affecting my mood.

~Uncertainish KK, Land of a Thousand, USA.

Book Klub 10, plus other... emotional? things

I'll do the simple things first. Ladies and gentlemen, I am now over a fifth of the way done with this project!

Books Read:

1. Darkest Mercy, Melissa Marr
2, 3, & 4. The Iron King, Daughter, and Queen, Julie Kagawa
5. Cryer's Cross, Lisa McMann
6. Haunting Violet, Alyxandra Harvey
7. City of Glass, Cassandra Clare
8. Crashed, Robin Wasserman
9. Wired, Robin Wasserman
10. Carnival of Souls, Nancy Holder*
11. One Thing or Your Mother, Kirsten Beyer*

*These two, along with Blooded, which is soon to be book number 12, are out of Buffy the Vampire Slayer 3, which is written by three people total, and they're all listed as authors of the book, but those two are the authors of those specific stories. Blooded is written by Nancy Holder and Christopher Golden.*

So, if you're new to this Blog, I was challenged by two friends, Thorny (not her real name, but we call her that, and privacy reasons) and Lex to read fifty books within a year. I began this project on July 23, 2011. I must update them and you guys on my current progress every Saturday until I've completed it, otherwise, they're going to punish me, and the punishment is entirely up to them.

Also, if you're new, I'll do a little re-cap on each book (Although, I'm warning you, the things I read are more fantasy, like dragons and wizards and angels and such):

Darkest Mercy, of the Wicked Lovely series: This series bored me immensely towards the middle of it. Darkest Mercy is the last book of the series, and I had the courage to pick it up again a couple months after I'd finished the fourth book. From what I remember, this book was alright, but I didn't like the series in general.

The Iron Fey books: These books did everything right. They're about fey, or faeries, and all three of them that are out at the moment had me captivated until the very last page. Once the fourth one, The Iron Knight (I believe) comes out, I do intend on buying it. Also, they also seem a little special to me, as they're near the last books I bought from a store chain I've been visiting since I was little, which is now closed permanently.

Cryer's Cross: This book was short, only about two hundred pages, but I sincerely think it's my favorite out of these so far. It had the right quality of suspense (I sound like such a dork -_- ), and it captured the OCD factor perfectly as well. Or, so one of my friends with OCD says. It had an eery quality as well, which, well, it should have. I do suggest reading this one if you need something to kill some time.

Haunting Violet: This one was, ehhhh, okay, I guess. It was another sort of ghost thing. It was terribly boring for the first seventy pages or so, and then the ending just sucked. Somewhere in the middle it got mildly interesting, I suppose. Obviously, this was a ghost book.

Crashed and Wired: Apparently, I missed that there was a book before Crashed. Oh well. This idea was okay, I suppose -that humans could be brought back to life, in a different body but with the same thoughts, but as machines- but it was kind of dragged out. It didn't really get to the point fast enough, and there was a lot of useless drama going on in it that really wasn't needed for the basic plot.

Carnival of Souls and One Thing or Your Mother (first two books in Buffy 3) : I loved Carnival of Souls. The idea and phrasing were fantastic, and since I'd known Buffy before (thank you, Thorny!) It didn't really bug me to be starting at the third book. The other one was a little, ehhh, emotional and gooey drama, but it Buffy IS supposed to be in high school, and there's certainly enough of that in any high school, just we're all not Slayers. This one was pretty good to, with the idea and all, and I do suggest Buffy the Vampire Slayer, no matter which way you look at it from - TV series, books, whatever.

Now, for what I'm sure you all want to know: Why I'm getting slightly emotional today.

Tonight is a band competition.

Ooh, a gathering of nerd herds.

But, it means a lot to many of us, particularly the upperclassmen. And the nerd herd n00bs just don't understand.

For the past fifteen years, longer than most of the n00bs have been alive, our nerd herd has gotten a superior rating. And I don't think we're going to tonight.

We've tried everything - showing them the video from this competiton from last year, where we all had just a shitload of passion, and we knew what we were doing.

The seventh grade n00bs this year, with the exception of a girl who I seriously thought was in fourth grade when I saw her the first time, who is a piccolo player, and one of the five n00b clarinets, just don't get how much this means. Not just to the seniors or upperclassmen (I'm not a senior. Sadly) this year, but the ones from years and years ago. I think, if we don't get it, we're all going to personally murder the seventh graders. With our instruments, probably. And I don't think any of us are even going to hesitate. (So imagining one of the clarinet players with a piccolo jammed through her neck right now.)

Even BETTER, it's being held indoors this year, and our director's already decided we're going to march it. Which just doesn't work. In the second song we play, we have a company front, which is every kid in the band lined up from one side to another. And we don't fit in a gym. At all.

So my hopes aren't too high at the moment.

~Murderous KK, Land of a Thousand Nervous Dances, Somewhere, USA.