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.

Book Klub 9

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT TO MAKE THIS.

It's two in the morning at the moment. And I'm sick. Fun, fun.

Books read:

1. Darkest Mercy, Melissa Marr
2, 3, 4: 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

I'm reading the third Buffy book right now. The one that actually has three books in it. Yes, I am counting each one as a seperate book. I've already cleared it with Thorny.

Can I sleep now? I hope so.

~Disease Infected KK, Land of a Thousand Dances, USA.

Glorious Things Happen At School. Obviously.

I'm telling you some things that happened this week. The hilarity. Totally. -_-

Well, it's TUESDAY (apparently. I thought it was Monday all day. According to my English teacher, that's wrong. Pity I have English last period). Already some weird shit has gone down.

Monday. We had a Monday night football game. Thus meaning Monday was a nine-period day, making room for a Hell High pep-rally. (No, I have no fucking idea how to spell that correctly. DEAL WITH IT, DAMMIT)

I have to admit, our pepperallys (I'm just going to spell it a different way every time. Feel free to get annoyed. Actually, it's encouraged.) are usually loud, if you sit in the nerd herd section, like myself (Coral Reef Gang? Hell yeah.). But they're also fucking weird.

The one yesterday featured them taking all of the section leaders of the band (Whoo! Good for me, for being a total slacker!) and having them sing and improvised song. The piccolo section leader and clarinet one looked at each other, laughed, and said, "Rain, rain, go away, at least until the instruments are put away."

The other section leaders kind of stood there and then they all ran back into the stands. It worked for the cheerleaders, whom I'm positive are out to get us by now. More on that later.

Then. Oh, but then.

They had everyone in MY grade (everyone. I know, at least, if I hadn't gone, everyone in my section would have beaten me. And no, you still aren't honored with the privilege of learning how old I am.) go out into the middle of the gym with the cheerleaders (and the cheerleaders who are in my grade obviously had no clue what was going on either).

THEN (oh, but then. [Thorny, I love you. In every homosexual way possible. Guess I should explain. Thorny was relaying this story onto a friend at the Monday night football game, and she said "then, oh but then" as many times as possible. There. Okay?)] They had all of us take our shoes off. It's probably my ADD talking, but I'm pretty sure the gym instantly became filled with humidity and a general stink. My class ran the mile yesterday, so I'm pretty sure we have SOME sort of excuse. Anyway.

And what, exactly, did the cheerleaders do with our shoes?
Threw them all into the middle of the gym. Our gym is mainly a basketball court, so the middle is more or less the center circle where you jump at the beginning of the game. Learn the rules of basketball, dammit.

So. There was roughly 140 shoes in that little tiny circle.

THIS includes shoes that are identical, as the cheerleaders were wearing their shoes, a couple soccer girls had on their cleats, and a lot of (girls') basketball players had put on their sneakers at the end of eighth period. This include moi.

Then, oh but then, They split us up into groups. By sport. Even though I could have been with either basketball, soccer, or softball, they put me with basketball, since that was the type of shoe I had been wearing. There were a couple people with relatively the same dilemma. Then you had the awkward kids who weren't in anything who got clumped together.

THEN, ohhhh, but then. They had us do a sort of relay race. One person ran, grabbed two shoes that may or may not have been their's, saw if it was anyone in their lines', and chucked them back if it wasn't. Then the next person would go, so on, and so on.

Also, I need to say, no one ever participates willingly in these peprallies, which is why they force us into it. Because the Coral Reef Gang is threatening. Even the one who I'm nearly positive was on drugs at the one game. Story for another night.

Us basketball players ended up winning though, because they put us all together, and everyone was wearing their basketball shoes. So we just had to grab two basketball shoes, call out the sizes, and give them. The soccer players nearly beat us, but two of them hadn't been wearing their cleats, so they were harder to find. xD

Later on, at the Monday night football game (the fail of all sorts. Each and every one.) we plated -not a rival team- a rival band.

They usually provide a sort of competition. Not this year. Not at all.

All of them, except for ONE trumpet player, had music. We have seventh graders in our band marching without music.
None of them were instep, some of them not even on-time.
Their guard wasn't together, but neither was ours, really. No one cares about our guard but the guard.

Then (oh, but then) we were in the stands, playing seat music. Mainly so none of us had to watch the football game (our team is drastically bad this year. I'm pretty sure the band would be better. All we'd have to do is get a little midget kid the football, then get our percussionists to either carry him or throw 'im. Either way is fine with me.), but also so the cheerleaders don't blow (I'm sure they do at night anyway) their lungs out. So they can dance instead of ruining their vocal chords.

So, in the stand music, there is a song called Land of 1000 Dances. Or Maybe it's Land of A Thousand Dances. What's the difference?

Their band plays it first. But they're awfully slow. And boring.

It took all of three seconds for our senior drum major to get up on her stand and say, "Okay, guys, Land of a Thousand!"

The first time, we only played it normally.

Then they played it again, maybe a little better, with their cheerleaders or majorettes or something in the top row of the stands, dancing. We don't even have room in our stands to do that.

Our band, the whole band, stands up. And whenever you have a rest, you were required to dance. Otherwise you would get beaten. Severely.

THEIR band plays it again, with some type of song infront of it. We had no fucking clue what it was.

Our turn. We got our brass section (particularly our lead trumpet) to play the whole of Charge before we all busted in with Land of a Thousand. And so went our night.

The best part? The cheerleaders had to dance every time we played Land of a Thousand.

I was going to talk more, but I've decided sleep is the better option.

Adieu!

~KK, member of the nerd herd, Land of a Thousand Dances, USA.

It's Still Saturday, Goddammit. (Book Klub 8. I think)

I was a party, sooo not in the mood to talk about books. If you're looking for something I cared about, look to the post below. I'm just writing this so Thorny and Lex can't punish me. e.O

Books finished:

1. Darkest Mercy
2. The Iron King
3. The Iron Daughter
4. The Iron Queen
5. Cryer's Cross
6. Haunting Violet
7. City of Glass
8. Crashed, Robin Wasserman

I'm reading Wired by Wasserman at the moment. Not too far into it, I got sucked into the Harry Potter crap on the website of the devil; facebook. On the bright side, I got Ravenclaw 340 points.

Oh, APPARENTLY, there was a book before Crashed called Skinned. To which I say fuck you, Google!
I might get around to reading it. I have a huge stack of books sitting on my desk at the moment though, so... Probably not.

If you want something with actual quality or good writing, please look below. So not in the writing mood at the moment.

School stories later, I promise! Just not at the moment.

~KK, who has walked into the wrong homeroom... four times now? Somewhere, USA.

School Stories From Hell High

You know. It's late. I have no caffeine in my system. The school's flooded, so I don't have to return tomorrow. What does that mean? Making a blog post about school!

These stories are in no particular order. Some of them are really short, others are long and elaborate. Most of them aren't.

Fainting in English Class

This was me personally. I don't know what it is, if I'm sitting or laying down for a long period of time, my vision goes black and I get really dizzy. This has been happening since I was, like, 12, and I doubt it's particularly serious. If it is, oh well.
So, earlier on, I don't know, two or three years ago, English was my eighth period class. We were there for about forty-five minutes or so. So the bell that signifies the end of the period rings, and I grab my bag off the floor, and I stand up. After that, I don't remember specifically what happened, my friends filled me in on this later.
I guess I fainted, and apparently, cracked my head off the desk.
Next thing I know, I was in the nurse's office (the nurse happens to be my friend's mom). She just kind of looked at me and shook her head, then waved me on to basketball practice. But according to my friends in that class, my English teacher had carried me from his room, upstairs, down the steps and to the nurse's office.
I heard about that one for a WHILE.

The infamous Coral Reef Gang

This was recent. Over the summer. At band camp. YES. YOU'RE GOING TO HERE BAND CAMP STORIES. KEEP THEM TO YOURSELVES. I COULD GET SEVERELY PUNISHED FOR THIS. Like any of the band members follow my Blog. But we do have a motto, "What happens at band camp, stays at band camp." But... we'll make an exception. Because I love you all. And I wish you would seduce me. Not really. You're all filthy and disgusting from sitting here jerking off to whatever kinky internet porn you're into.

It just occured to me, to tell you this one, I'll have to tell you someone's name. Don't kill her in her sleep, okay? Well, actually, you can, just wait until after the football season, when we have to march in band.
So, our section leader, whose name is Coral (DON'T MURDER HER. WE LIKE HER. VERY MUCH. IN A DIRTY WAY. JUST LIKE I LIKE TAPPING THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON.) wore these, like, scarf things on her head at band camp. I forget their main function. I guess they were headbands more than anything. But our band director gives us a break and starts talking over his microphone that he has hooked up to speakers, so we can all hear him when we're playing or backfield or something. So everyone's sitting down, put their instruments or flip folders down, some of us throwing grass at each other, and he starts talking. Tells us a story from the olden days when he was in college, and then he says, "So, Coral's been rocking a different do-rag every day of band camp. She's converting her innocent section into a GANG."

I'm not even sure if Coral heard that. She didn't really react. So then he says, "Hmm... what should we call the piccolo gang?"

It took all of three seconds for the clarinet section leader to suggest The Rainbow Gang. Because, you know, us piccolos are full of gay pride. Even though all of us are female and a greater majority have boyfriends. I'm not included in that majority. Unless my pleasuring piccolo counts as a male.
Just kidding. That would be disgusting and probably painful. Plus, I have to blow that thing.

But the band director refused that one. So my friend in the percussion section (Or the section of assholes except for two) suggested The Gang That Would Never Hurt Anybody Ever. But that was, apparently, too long.

So then Coral suggests The Coral Reef Gang. So, since I'm assuming she'll be section leader again next year, we're going to be the self-named Coral Reef Gang for a couple years.

The Port-a-potty Of Dooooooom

Another band camp one. From two years ago.

Band camp is generally five days a week, seven or eight hours. Obviously in the summer before school starts.

It was one of those long afternoons, outside in the heatwave, wondering how our instruments didn't melt. Our director must have taken some form of pity on us and gave us a break. Given the group of upperclassmen that year, bad idea.

One of the low brass players went into the bathroom. And outside at band camp, that means a rickety, suffocating, disgusting port-a-potty.

I already said a lot of the percussion section are assholes (I am so unsure how to phrase that sentence). So, naturally, a senior and a junior also went over to the port-a-potty.

Three guesses what happens next.

Boom. Port-a-potty's tipped over, and not onto the grass or some random patch of land. No. Onto the SOFTBALL batting cage.

So the kid leaps out, and our drum major was like, "You okay? No shit on your pants or anything?" The kid was fine.

The kid who tipped it -the junior- wasn't allowed near it the next year at band camp.

However, my batting instructor didn't understand why I wouldn't go near the back of the batting cage for a couple weeks after that incident.

That's all I can think of at the moment. It's four-thirty in the morning (I think the clock at the bottom is still off. I'm not positive though). I bid you all goodnight.

~KK, who's come to the conclusion that all she likes about Hell High is band, Somewhere, USA.

Book Klub Something or Other

I swear, I'm going to remember these numbers so I don't fuck myself up. I just am not checking right now, and this is getting written as fast as I can in my injured state (long story short, the first three fingers of my left hand cannot bend or move in any way, shape, or form).

I didn't intend on forgetting to write this today. Actually, I intended on finishing a book today. That didn't happen.
Also, I promise I'll get something up about school WHEN I can use all fingers of my... being. I am so not correcting grammar or spelling right now.

So. Books finished:
1. Darkest Mercy
2. The Iron King
3. The Iron Daughter
4. The Iron Queen
5. Cryer's Cross
6. Haunting Violet
7. City of Glass, Mortal Instruments Series, by Cassandra Clare.

I have, like, 50 pages left in Crashed by Robin Wasserman. These books are really fucking weird, I'm not going to lie, but they're well written, and have a good concept, so I like them, I guess. Sorry. I said these. Once I finish Crashed, I'm going to read the next one in the series, entitled Wired, and after that either a Buffy book I found and picked up for three bucks, or the next Mortal Instruments book, if I can get my hands on it. I'll hopefully have time to stop by a Wal*Mart tomorrow, but that doesn't guarantee I'll get it.

I have to go back to furiously working on a Civics project now. Grrr.

Highschool: Hell High
School Mascot: Mutant
Name: KK
Grade: Zombie-rank
Homeroom: Mr. Dumbass Director
Location: Somewhere, USA.
Favorite Class: The study hall where a kid got thrown at a window.
Least Favorite Class: The one with the Dumbass teacher... oh wait, that's all of them.
School Pride Factor: -164
Run-ins with the DOOM SQUAD: 4. So far.

I might explain some of that later. Possibly.

Bye!

Book Klub 6.

Um.

Books read:

1. Darkest Mercy
2, 3, & 4: Iron Fey Books
5. Cryer's Cross
6. Haunting Violet

I'm over halfway done with the third Mortal Instruments book, and after that I'm reading a Buffy book that I picked up for three bucks.

Yeah. Crap mood. Not really doing anything. Unhappy. Pissed. Hating authority. The usual.

~KK. Somewhere. USA.

As for the hurricane, stay safe, and if I disappear, assume I've either died or my power's out. Whichever.

I can officially be declared... DISTURBED.

Okay. Well. I'm pretty sure I'm being stalked on facebook. So Imma talk about that first, then get to the good shit later.

Alright. So. My "friend" (or so facebook tells me) goes on Chat and starts talking to me. This was our exact conversation:

Her: Go check ur fone
Me: Why? You can just tell me on here, as we're speaking now.
Her: I can't my computer is goin to crash.
Me: Surrrrrrre. My phone's dead, anyway. [It actually wasn't, I just wasn't in the mood to deal with the stalker who I never gave my number to.]
Her: Well charge it
Me: Nah. If it was something important, you could've told me here. So, it must not've been that great.
Her: Yeah it is
Me: Then why don't you tell me now?
Her: Cause I'm on fb and textin and it's hard.
Me: Just... wow. Goodbye. This is stupid.
Her: Y
KK is offline

Honestly. If this is what public education leads up to for most people, the younger generations should be terrified for what's going to happen to them. This girl who was talking at me made the advanced math group. You really know school's standards are going down when a dumbass like that passes.

As for me being disturbed? I have a cousin. Who is, I guess, will be in sixth grade when we start again next week (I'm scared shitless. I do NOT wanna go back anymore.).

On facebook, I was added by about four girls whom I've heard the names of, but they're not like part of the "band cult" or anything, so I don't really know them.

Just today, some of their crap was on my news feed, and according to my cousin, they're in her grade. So, not in highs school yet.

One of them has blue hair. Completely blue, not like a streak or something. The other has black hair with red streaks in it. I looked into their accounts a little more, and these, what, eleven year olds? Are saying "fuck you" and "he's sooooooo sexy" to each other.

Honestly, modern society?

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

~Caffeine requiring KK, Somewhere, USA.

Or maybe I just need meds to start my brain back up. Whichever.

KK Really doesn't want to... Book Klub 5 (I think)

I'm in a fucking bad mood.

Yay, I made the team I wanted.

The enthusiasm for that is quenched by the emotional fuckwittage flying around. I'm cranking it up to a level eight now. Gah.

Books read: Same as last time.

I'm not quite through with Haunting Violet, because of how ridiculously boring the beginning was. 60 pages or so left.

So, after this, I'm going to read the third Mortal Instruments book, City of Glass, for the first time, because my library finally pulled through and gave me the damn book.

It's late. I'm tired. (Remember the clock at the bottom is wrong. Or it was last time I checked, anyway. It used to be three hours ahead. I'm betting it still is) I'm sick of drama. Sick of late nights and waking up early. I really am sick of the beginning of school madness.

Ack. I wish you a better night than mine was.

And, lo and behold, I have to wake up early again tomorrow.

FUCK ICING.

~KK. Somewhere. UfuckingS.

Quick Harry Potter thing

So, apparently, my friend was on Omegle today, and she was asking people about Harry Potter. Here are the results:

27 Mudbloods, or people who swore at her/called Harry Potter gay and "fucking stupid".
15 Ravenclaws.
14 Muggles, who either said they were Muggles, or didn't understand the question.
13 Hufflepuffs.
12 Slytherins.
11 Gryffindors.
2 Death Eaters.

So, if we add my answer, there are 16 Ravenclaws.

What about you guys?

Oh. I didn't get into Pottermore, either, but oh well.

Also, I have more tryouts Saturday, so I dunno when Book Klub will be. Oh shit. I didn't finish that damn book yet.

~Oops, KK, Somewhere, USA.

How to be a Rockstar: KK Style

So, I went to a concert last night. Not for a band I like, but for one my parents do. So, needless to say, there were a lot of old people there. Not, like forty-year-olds (though there were quite a few of them) but, like, eighty-something people.
I mean, the whole place reeked of cigarettes and old people. Ew.

But, I think I picked up a couple tips of how I'm going to skyrocket into instant stardom as a rockstar as a singer. (Not)

1. Be sure to have lots of flashing lights so as to blind the people watching so they don't see either that you're lip syncing or how sweaty and disgusting you are.


2. Have the bass turned way up so that it pounds the ground underneath the stage so your fans can feel it through their shoes so it can make its way into their souls.


3. Have the "Background" instruments (keyboard, guitar, drums, bass) turned up louder than your microphone so the audience can't hear any slip-ups with words, notes, or harmony.


4. When you can't breathe or your voice is tired, it's perfectly acceptable to just turn the mic to the audience so they can sing instead of hearing you, like they came to.


5. Randomly talk inbetween songs.


6. Make sure that behind you, screens are showing various designs, so as to hypnotize your audience into such a state that they're not even hearing the song anymore.


7. Be sure to have the lights/lasers going over the crowd bright enough so those with ADD (much like myself) are able to people-watch, completely oblivious to what's going on onstage.


8. It doesn't matter that the music you're playing is way beyond its glory days, these people still want to hear you "ROOOOOOCCCCCKKKK!".


9. Be sure to say the state and town that the concert's in many times throughout the concert - we don't want these people to forget where they are


10. Be sure that those who aren't standing in the crowd feel bad, even if they are ninety. They came to rock, so stand they should!

Sorry. I'm probably mean, but I'm quite sick of seeing spots in front of my eyes from those lights.

So, I have a couple unrelated things/questions:

Blogger won't let me comment on other blogs, so if I follow you, trust that I'm reading, as I'm unable to comment.
Should I make more things like this? I kind of enjoyed making it.

~Ready to be a Rockstar KK, Somewhere, USA.

Emotional Fuckwittage

(This post contains profanity, angst, probably offensive material, and... oh, who the hell cares?)

I have to leave (to go eat your babies) soon, so this is just my rant before I won't get home to midnight. So it's not thought out. At all.

Right. It's summer, I have my schedule to go back to Hell High, I've already found out which people that I don't want to kill are in my classes, but, already, the amount of fuckwittage that comes along with school is already cropping up from a relaxed summer 0, to a mid-school 5. Out of ten.

GODDAMNIT.

This is why, honestly, I'd rather be around the disgusting boys. Being around them, you don't have to deal with fuckwittage, because they don't give a SHIT. Well, most of them. Then you have the few who I'm positive are gay who laugh when the word "penis" or "balls" is mentioned around them.

Honestly? Go back to kindergarden. Pussies.

Actually, I have to leave NOW, so I'll continue this later. Probably tomorrow, since I have no idea when I'll be back.

~Rushed and unhappy KK, Somewhere, USA.

KK... Wins? Probably Not.

Geeze. People on the internet are HOSTILE. Well, no, the idiots on Youtube are hostile.

Pity for them I've taken more Creative Writing classes than I care to count and can defend myself with words almost as well as I can with my fists.

No, I'm not from the 'Hood or anything (hans? Where are you when I need you?!), but I've been taking Karate since second grade. So, yeah, I was a kickass third grader.

The pity is, for those on Youtube who think it's hilarious to say they're coming after people on the internet, if they did, they'd probably in a drug-induced (or perhaps alcohol-induced) stupor, and they'd end up sprawled on a street somewhere not long after they'd try to attack me. Not that I'd be easily found, you guys don't even know my full name, and I've been Blogging longer than I've been an active Youtuber.

So, yeah, I'm not particularly worried about dumbass Youtube thugs at the moment.

I'm more concerned with softball coach thugs, truthfully. I'm trying a couple more teams, then I always have my old team to fall back on - I just don't want to. Our coach keeps trying to mess with us - Our swing, our stance, even the way I bloody pitch. AND I DON'T LIKE HIM.

Jackass.

He treats his assistants more like slaves than anything, his daughter his the Queen Of The Softball Team, and I swear he tries to rape the rest of us. It's ridiculous. Hence why I was so upset Saturday.

But, I shall not angst about idiots any longer.

I'm off to bat now.

~Softball Obsessed KK, Somewhere, USA.

YAAAAWWWWWNNNNNN

I don't know if I'm exhausted, bored, freezing, dying slowly, or what, but I cannot stop yawning. At all.

I'm still kind of upset over what went on yesterday, but whatever. That whole thing was pretty much bullshit anyway.

Oh God. Lex sent me something....

It's a T-shirt. Guess what it says?
"No one cares what actors think."

Gee, Lex, you're just a laff riot. I KNOW YOU READ THIS. AND I'M GOING TO SEE YOU TOMORROW ANYWAY. AND THAT WAS A LOT OF UNECESSARY CAPS LOCK. DOES ANYONE FEEL LIKE I'M SCREAMING AT YOU? I DO!

Okay. Enough of that.

I love you, my dahling, for mentioning my blog to seventy people. I can't give you a name because she told my not to, but dahling, I love you.

And since she mentioned me to a bunch of RENTheads:

I prefer the movie cast, because it has Idina Menzel and Rosario Dawson in it, but I'm sad that they left out Goodbye Love, Christmas Bells, and Happy New Year from it. Um... the first time I saw RENT, I was around ten years old, and my favorite character was Mimi, and it remains so. Except for Vanessa Hudgens as Mimi. That's just torturous.

~KK, who loves her dahling, Somewhere, USA.

Book Klub 4

I'm in a shitty mood. Something I worked really really hard at for, like, five months just totally refused me.

And then, of course, it's Saturday, so I MUST make a new book list thing!

Books finished:

1. Darkest Mercy
2. The Iron King
3. The Iron Daughter
4. The Iron Queen
5. Cryer's Cross

Um... The Iron Queen was suspenseful and epic, and my favorite book in that series.

Cryer's Cross? READ IT. I don't care if you're ten or eighty-two, read Cryer's Cross. It's just, amazing. Perfect. Speaking as someone who knows someone with OCD especially, it makes it even better. Just... go read it.

Now I'm reading Haunting Violet by... damnit. I left the book downstairs. Let me go check. K. Haunting Violet by Alyxandra Harvey.

The cover makes it sound really interesting. "Voilet doesn't believe in ghosts... but they believe in her"
I'm only about fifty pages into it, but so far it's been pretty boring. I'm hoping it gets more interesting later, otherwise, it's going to make a short book feel long.

After Haunting Violet, I'm thinking I'm going to read All Just Glass by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes.

So... yeah.

Sorry. I just kind of feel like crying. I worked so FREAKING hard, and some people got in automatically, and it's just full of bullshit and sadness....

Well. There's always next week. And more things to do, I suppose.

~Depressed and exhausted KK, Somewhere, USA.

Might As Well Be An Albino

Sorry. The title's probably mean. But my friends (drama/band nerd Thorny, smirking at me over thar) usually say that to me. "Might as well be an albino, KK!" Sometimes vampyre (HoN Spelling. NOT twilight.), depending on the circumstances.

See, I don't like going out in the sun. But there is reason for it, at least.

You right now are listening to the ramblings of the MOST sun burnt person in band camp right now. I'm not kidding. We had a comparison contest thing and everything. So... piccolos got 20 points. At least we gained that much for it.

I do put on sunscreen. But we're out there for a good five hours doing drill and such, and it probably fades or something.

So, yeah, I can't really move anything above my neck right now, and you can see where my flip-folder goes on my arm. AND half my face is burnt, because of my side-bangs.

Yeah. I kind of look like a mess right now. And I already know once this burn fades, I'm just going to turn back to the pale creature I usually am. Damn skin.

Oh. Before I forget:

Emergency Book Klub Thing(er) :

I lied.
The Iron Fey is not a trilogy, there is in fact another book coming out... this November? Entitled The Iron Knight.

Other than that, see you later!

~Burnt and Unhappy KK, Somewhere, USA.

Ohohohohohoho! I have a softball tryout this Saturday morning with no definite time of return! Book Klub may be late, but I won't get punished because I'm announcing it now! HAH!

Ohwell

Rofl. I entered a fanfiction contest, like, a month ago, and I found the results today.

I didn't win. Because I can't win shit.

The sad thing is, I was pretty proud of my entry.

DAMNIT.

Well. I have band camp every day, 7-4, so I don't really have much to say. We called a guy gay and threw his crap down the steps, I got sworn at by a drum major, the usual. I'm just in kind of a crappy mood recently.

The sad thing is: I almost can't wait for school to start.

I go back the 29th. Which is okay by me. A year feels like a month.

Oh, getting ahead of the game, are any of you planning on doing nanowrimo this year? Currently, I'm thinking I'm not going to (this time. I've done it three years running though), but I think that's just my crappy mood talking, because I only thought of it today.

Argh. I think I'm going to stuff myself with a book and a nap, maybe blast Wrock on my iPod.

Some seventh grader (which would mean she's a rookie band member) took my iPod today while I was listening to Illegal Love Potion by the Parselmouths, heard it, and said, "Why do you bother being here, you fat nerd."

Hey, you're the band member who -according to your friends in MY section- doesn't play any sports.

Just sayin'. Damn rookies.

~Foul mooded KK, Somewhere, USA.

Also known as BAND CAMP.

Destroying people's mental stabilty since forever.

Book Klub/Club... 3?

On a side note: I love people on facebook. They're just so stupid.

K. Onto business. Before my cousins come.

Books Completed:
1. Darkest Mercy
2. The Iron King
3. The Iron Daughter

And I'm pretty sure I'll be done with The Iron Queen later tonight, then I'll be done with that trilogy.

And then... I have a bunch of shortish books that aren't in a series. There's like, four of them over there, and then a first book in some other series.

I'm pretty sure after Iron Queen I'll start on Cryer's Cross by Lisa McMann, who also wrote the Wake trilogy which I read a really long time ago. xD

Oh, and I have City of Glass, the third book in the Mortal Instruments series, ordered from the library for like three weeks now, but I've still never gotten it. -_-

Damn messed up library. At this rate, I'm not going to get it until school starts.

Well... bye!

~KK, who's "tummy" hurts, Somewhere, USA.

KK is unloved

This is coming to you from me and Lex. I'm going first, 'cause I'm special. Should Lex get her own Blogger - yes! But she won't. Because she "already has too much crap going on". Pfft.

Youtube doesn't love me! Gah! Neither does Pottermore. D:

Youtube totally just froze on Post-Potter Depression by one half of the Moaning Myrtles, Lauren, or DevilishlyPure. and it won't do anything (not even your mom!). I've given up on Pottermore. I just have. There's no way I'm waking up earlier than I have to, so October it is.

Oh, some of my cousins who I haven't seen in six months are coming over some time tomorrow, so my Book Klub (hehheh. I made a funny) update might be a little spazztic and rushed, but I REFUSE to get punished. The mere thought is kind of horrifying.

Um. I had something else to say. But now I forget. So enjoy some random thing that Lex is going to write next (I have no idea what, she's logging in by herself. -_-)

My turn. Lalalalalalala! 'Tis Lex. Dunno what really to talk about. So... list of possible punishments for our dear KK? I think so.

Thestral impression
sounds of you... singing?
Embarassing pictures of you. And if you don't post any, trust me, I can supply them, looking through my mom's old crap.
Drinking a cup of ranch. :P
That old video of... well, you KNOW which one.
Teh Fug Bugs. Oh yes.
3 words. Prefects Are Hot.

Have any more, Blog followers? 'Cuz I do.

Er...

-Lex.

Randimon.

I have to leave soon, so this is a quickie, just saying a couple things that probably won't make sense if you don't know about the controversy going on, or the people involved.

I am a PROUD Unicorn Warrior/member of You Guys/fan. Of this I say: Fuck you, Alex. It's obvious you're just dissing her 'cause she broke up with you. Sadistic bastard. (Look up: Unicorn Warriors on Youtube, find the video by italktosnakes, watch that, then video response my nermiearmy or something stupid)

Secondly, why the hell do you people say Lacey Mosley is on drugs? Or that she looks like she is? I don't get it, and I think you're all stupid.

~KK. Running quick, 'cause her step-dad is near, Somewhere, USA.

KK's Fifty Things

Interesting things. Fifty. Typed. Ew.
Here we go:

1. Flown across the country by myself. Several times.
2. Been put onto a makeshift stage to entertain munchkinz at work with them looking at a lists one of the other counselors gave them, saying a random song name off of said list, then been forced to sing whatever song they say until another one was called out. Twice.
3. Read the entire Hunger Games trilogy in a day.
4. Have had someone look at my iPod and not know a single song or band on it. How sad for them.
5. Performed in front of a large audience.
6. Been to a Wrock concert, like the dork I am.
7. Been to a Paramore concert, twice.
8. Was called 'Peepee' as a little kid, instead of KK. I'm not sure where they got that one from.
9. I've fallen asleep while talking on the phone with a friend... at three in the afternoon.
10. I've been kissed in the rain.
11. I've won a fanfiction competition.
12. I've put a gameboy through the washer. Twice.
13. I've admitted to a boy that I'm stupid.
14. I've drop-kicked and "spine crunched" a boy. When we broke up. Douchebag.
15. I own, collectively, every single Eyes Set To Kill, Evanescence, Paramore, System Of The Down, and Flyleaf album. In CDs. Not iPod. Though they're all on that, too.
16. I've played Mimi in RENT.
17. I've played Demeter and Sillabub in Cats.
18. I've been to London twice.
19. And France once.
20. I've met Evanna Lynch.
21. I've met Stephanie Meyer... and told her her books are crap.
22. I've randomly thrown out my back without knowing how.
23. I've sat in my basement through a hailstorm without knowing it was going on.
24. I can finally do the screaming part in Cassie by Flyleaf. After years of trying.
25. I've gotten hit by a car.
26. I've had a concussion... when a couch broke.
27. I've been to Hollywood.
28. I have watched RENT, Cats, Les Miserables, and West Side Story. Consecutively.
29. I've listened to the same song over and over without realizing it.
30. I've written a chapter over 800 words for a fanfiction challenge in less than five minutes.
31. I didn't win that contest.
32. I've gotten 2836 hits, 19 reviews, 27 favorites, and 38 story alerts for a fanfiction story that is currently only five chapters long.
33. I've fallen asleep in a bathtub. At my friend's house. I don't know why I was in the bathtub, but I've fallen asleep in it.
34. I've sang a Key of Awesome parody at the top of my lungs in Wal-mart.
35. When I met Stephanie Meyer, these were my exact words to her: Albus Dumbledore once said it was unwise to dwell upon dreams. Your books are based off of a dream. And they're horrible.
36. It's kind of amazing I haven't gotten arrested.
37. I've been kicked out of Wal-mart. Seven times.
38. I've found a parking ticket... on my bike.
39. I've sat. On a bee. Twice.
40. I've lost my phone, and then found it a week later. In my pillowcase.
41. My iPod has gotten frozen to the ground.
42. I've role-played. *shame*
43. When I was younger, they thought I had dyslexia. Nah, just ADD.
44. When I was little, I went three days without eating. Because I was sick.
45. The thing said to me the most? "That was really loud...."
46. I've sat in a toilet stall in Wal-mart with my feet pulled up so it looked like there was no one inside and sang "And Then I Died" by the Moaning Myrtles. Someone recognized it and sang along until they left. Then people got creeped out again.
47. I've gone to school wearing a cat's tail for my own Jellicle Appreciation Week.
48. The best compliment I've ever received: Don't mess with KK. Her logic will melt your face off.
49. I've read a book and cried. Not because it was sad, but because it was the last one of the series. (Harry Potter)
50. I've realized that this took less effort than I thought it would.

"Why does this stuff always happen to ME?"

Brownie points to the person who can tell me which Harry Potter character said that (title).

Brownie points to the person who can tell me which Harry Potter character said this: "Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am!" If that character ever said that to me, I wouldn't feel very comforted. xD

So. I somehow threw out my back, which makes no sense, because I wasn't chucking little munchkinz around at the camp I CIT (Counselor In Training) at half the summer, like one of the full counselors was.

Really. What did I do today to cause pain?

Played kickball in the morning with munchkinz? I play it every day (that's what she said) with them (again).

Ate lunch, swam at the pool for what, an hour and a half? I was the counselor they all attacked today before I got out and they tackled the other CIT. :P

Band? Right. While struggling to get a fucking noise out of the broken piccolo, I threw out my back.

HOW? HOWHOWHOWHOWHOW?

Soccer tomorrow. Shit. I have to find my shinguards.

Hm. My job is distracting me from the book challenge thinger. Lex made it into fifty books in a year. So far, I'm on track. If I finish a book, I'm good, with two weeks to spare.

Oh, and... Angry Birds.

There. I said it.

I PLAY ANGRY BIRDS. I beat, like, the first world the first day I got it. 'Twas sad.

Oh, and if I sound a little like a British person sometimes, Scarlet and Sapphire (not their real names, smarty) are foster-sisters who moved here from Great Bri- I MEAN ENGLAND. Don't kill me, Scarlet. But they're influence has turned me part-English, as they're two of my closest friends.

~Probably not making any sense to you, KK, Somewhere, USA. With entirely too many commas in that sentence.

"Dear my closest friend, I'm waiting for you...."

Are those ever the right lyrics?

Pfft. I don't like that song anyway.

Wrock, And other stuff.

What's Wrock (Or, alternatively, to some idiots, raWk), you ask?
Wizard Rock.
You HAD to have seen this coming, with the Harry Potter rant earlier and all.

(Personal Note: I'm a sad excuse for a human being. Hans, I'm getting stuff to you soon. I just have an incredibly small attention span, okay?)

So, again, if you don't like Harry Potter, this will most likely bore you.

Just a few Wrock bands:

The Moaning Myrtles
The Parselmouths
The Ministry of Magic
Draco and the Malfoys
The Remus Lupins

And many, many more.

On an almost unrelated note: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrljhjO4Qos&feautre=related I cried. I bloody cried. Harry Potter's been turning me into a cry baby lately, hasn't it?
I'm glad I'm not the only one cleaning make-up off my face when I went to go see it with my friends.

So. Wrock. Go check it out, Potterheads!

Sorry. My train of thought has crashed and ran into five trees and caught on fire. I don't remember what the hell I was going to say, so....

~Krybaby KK, Somewhere, USA.

KK's Book Club: 2

Alright. I'm done with the gooshy stuff for now. (Or, not. Tortured Lex with some of it halfway through this)

Books finished:
1. Darkest Mercy, Melissa Marr
2. The Iron King, Julie Kagawa

I don't know how long I'll keep that list on here. Not long, probably. I have no patience with that kind of thing. But I am keeping a list pinned to my wall, too, so....

I'm about a hundred pages through The Iron Daughter, which is in the Iron Fey series, same as The Iron King. After Iron Daughter, I'll be reading the next book in the trilogy, The Iron Queen.

I love this series so far, and if you're into the mystical fantasy stuff, I definitely suggest you check it out. But if you're a Shakespeare fan, well... maybe not. I've read some Shakespeare, but it didn't really inflict my opinion on this series.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, if you didn't make the faery connection.

Uh... yeah. I find the second book a little more angsty than the first, but that's to be expected given the situation the author put Meghan, the main character, in.

Sage. Forever.

~Probably not subtle KK, Somewhere, USA.

Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.

I'll post the book club thinger after this. I didn't forget, I promise.

If you're a Potter hater, I'm telling you now, get off.

If you haven't read the books or seen the last movie, there will be spoilers.

Those are your warnings. If you yell at me now, I will yell back.

Sorry if I sound a little odd. I'm having, like, an empty, dizzy day. I almost fell walking down the steps. Eating didn't help. I don't know exactly what's wrong.

Anyway.

I started reading the Harry Potter books... uh... the summer going into third grade, I think. Ever since then, it's been a main factor in my life. I wouldn't know half the people I know now if it weren't for Harry Potter.

So, I went to see the last movie for the third time again last night. This time, though, it was at the giant-screen super-high-tech place.

It almost made me bawl.

The best day of my life: The day the book Deathly Hallows came out.
The worst day of my life: The day the book Deathly Hallows came out.

My (Slytherin) friend who I met through Harry Potter and I saw the movie together, just like we practically read the book together. I don't know if it was being near her that got to me, or the realization that it's actually over, or what.

I hate how Tonks and Lupin died. Those two, the Weasley twins, Bellatrix, and Luna are my favorites. Just... to die, reaching for your love like that.... And then later, their bodies are side by side, their hands still reaching for each other. Argh.

The sad thing is, four out of my six favorites died. Damn you, final battle.

"When in doubt, blame the Nargles." I would have been devastated if Luna died. God, that would have been awful.

I suppose you're wondering what the title is about.

A couple months ago -I totally missed it, but the Slytherin friend participated in it- there was this project... Kristina Horner (I think. I know she had a part in it, at least) started on Youtube. It was: if you could talk to J.K. Rowling, what would you thank her for? And then people could make video responses and I think they made a huge montage and sent it to Rowling or something. Not quite sure.

I would thank her a thousand times I could, but I doubt I'll ever see her in person and still be able to talk, so instead I'll say it here:

Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for my childhood.

~Ravenclaw KK, Somewhere, USA.
I just cried while watching the info on Pottermore (which is being retarded). Harry Potter's turning me into a wimp. D: I miss it already.

KK Probably Being Ironic In Your Eyes

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. La. 'Tina, see what you do to me???

Argh.

So. Soooo. I dunno what to say. Blah. My back hurts (I fell. Off a bus. Because the driver is a douche.), I was in a gross lake today, and bitchy girls were being bitchy.

However, I need to console Thorny (Screw the nicknames I gave them earlier. We actually call her this one) through relationship problems, Scarlet (again) is pissed for no good reason at someone she never actually met, and it's just a whole big mess, and I really don't appreciate the extra worries right now.

I think... I'm just going to go to sleep, read my friggin book, and hope it all goes away.

Sorry for random shortness.

~KK. Just KK. Somewhere, USA.

Things That Creep Me Out

I really have to stop talking to Lex....
Earlier rant put aside, *sigh* I've been... tagged?... or something again.

I have to tell you things that creep me out, "at least five", and I can't just say murderers or stalkers or whatever (like a majority of you guys! :D Yes, I just called you a stalker! Yes you, there, reading my blog but never saying anything to me!).

1. Toilets. I'm not afraid to admit this one. THINK of how many people use even the toilet in your house, and what they do in/on it. You know, when toilets flush, they spray germs everywhere if you don't close the lid? Toilets are DISGUSTING, but as a human in this society, it's a necessity to use them.

2. Cotton balls. Not getting into it, but my mom has to buy me these, like, cotton round things, they're like disks. Cotton balls... just don't ask.

3. Microphones. I have a fear of microphones. Like, a big one. Not those little stage microphones that they clip onto your costume in a play, but the bigass ones that need stands. Again, just... don't ask.

4. Clothing that hasn't been washed. Just ew. Unhygenic and disgusting.

5. Time. The feeling of not having enough. A girl died here recently in a car crash. She was eighteen. Her sister's eye socket is crushed. It's gross just to think about. But her sister was here one second, and gone in the next. Eighteen. Humans are finite. We're definitely not indestructible.... Anything can happen at any time. We're never particularly safe, either. Americans, remember the Cumberlain massacre? Cassie Bernall ("Do you believe in God? Written on the bullet.... And Cassie pulled the trigger."), Rachel Joy Scott.... Can you imagine? Us humans have limited time. And here I sit, waisting time away, blogging.

Random facts time!

The quote I put earlier with Cassie is from Cassie by Flyleaf. If you don't know it, I suggest looking up the Rolling Stone acoustic version, but that's just me.

People are always preaching about saving water. The thing is, water circulates. It's called the water cycle. My third grade cousin can tell you this. We're all drinking dinosaur and human pee. Get over it.

I had more, but I forget it, so....

~Caffeine requiring KK, Somewhere, USA.

-Insert something emotional here-

I feel like... I'm just lacking emotion today. There are just... no words.

Screw it. We're dropping the correct grammar and typing

i feel 'notsome' today. yes, that's the 5AG way.

honestly. i'm just sick (i'm so sick, infected with, where i live, let me live without this.... brownie points, anyone?) of everyone being so... so... superficial and fake. honestly, wouldn't it all be easier if everyone told the truth, and didn't pretend to be friends with a person, when in reality, they're both repulsed by each other?

Jay, I love you, and if you weren't around, I sincerely think I wouldn't be.

argh. don't get me started about dating and boy hell. i'm lucky i have Jay, and let's leave it at that.

but the girls.... Why is there so much drama? Why?

Why is the female species incapable of being honest with one another? people wonder why some of my best friends are guys. have you SEEN the trouble girls cause?

i just... argh. just because my IQ is higher than all of theirs put together -because their heads are stuffed with Jersey Shore and Eminem- doesn't mean they have to be so bitchy and full of shit.

i wish that we could just get rid of the popular girls, get rid of this false sense of superiority, and just have everyone look the same. that way people would have to judge by personality, not on how someone looks. although people seem to look to the girls with the most make-up on for leadership... not those who aren't covered in eyeliner and spray-tanned orange.

i'm sorry. i sound like some fat, complaining twelve year old. i just can't take the fake and nothingness sometimes. please tell me i'm not alone in this debacle of fake superiority.

~Short and pale KK, Somewhere, USA.

"I Still remember the world from eyes of a child....
Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now....."

Lalalala

Today was a lazy day.

Lol, right. This is KK, I can't get a freaking break.

Two softball games today. 14. FOURTEEN INNINGS. Of me pitching. I have now pitched four games in 3 days. Twenty-eight innings.

I know that doesn't seem traumatic for those of you who might not pitch or play, but for those of us softball pitchers, it can get quite painful. I reserve judgement on baseball because obviously I've never played it, but it seems a lot less painful to throw a lot of baseballs because they're smaller, and you're throwing overhand, but I've never played, those are just guesses.

I seriously could not straighten out my arm after the second game today. Just couldn't.

And tomorrow I must work. Three college kids, me, and another girl in my grade, plus thirty rugratz.

My hours? Seven to five. A walk to the pool with said thirty rugratz. Pay? Very low. I'm still trying to remember my reasoning for taking this job. Hornet works one day a week and gets 50-60 bucks for it. All week and I get about thirty. WITH RUGRATZ. She's at a freaking farmer's market!

Yep. On that note, I'm done.

~Tired and pained "grandma" KK, Somewhere, USA.

Somewhheeeeerrrrrre over the rainbow, pitchers pitch. And their arms never get sore, why oh why, does mine?

The Tag Thingumery

So. There's this tag thing that's been floating around since early 2009. Well, Lex finally caught me, and I figured I'd share it with you too. However, I substituted KK in place of my real name, because Google didn't accept KK as a name, and I don't really want my name on blogger.
What you do is time your name and then whatever word it is into Google, then look at the things that come up. If you want to do one, don't be afraid to post it in the comments!
Oh, and if anyone other than Lex would have tagged me, I probably wouldn't of done this, but Lex, I love you, so I will. (that's what she said...?)

KK needs: a puppy
KK looks like: Linsay Lohan (the fuck? No, I do not)
KK says: so
KK wants: strawberries
KK does: Google (lawl)
KK hates: tickle torture (okay...)
KK asks: for help
KK likes: to dance like a retard (rofl)
KK eats: babies (Google, I love you)
KK wears: flannels (...okay then?)
KK was arrested for: doodling on desk (wtf? lulz)
KK loves: Friendly's.

There you have it. My Google thingy, started by the Green brothers, I believe.
If you wanna do one (that's what she said) post a comment with your results below! Please? :3

~Baby-eating KK, Somewhere, USA.

KK's Book Club info and first update

I've been challenged.

I'm supposed to give you updates weekly (so, probably every Saturday) on like, books and crap that I've been reading/rereading.

We'll call it.... KK's Book Club.

Now, I usually read fiction/fantasy stuff more often then not (unless it's something required for school. Ugh), like Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Maximum Ride, etc.
If I forget to give you and update on Saturday... I will be punished. By Lex or Ashy or someone. Like, gross eating a whole container cheese kind of thing. Ew. I wish I hadn't typed that....

So. I'm currently reading the fifth book in the Wicked Lovely series by Melissa Marr, entitled Darkest Mercy, the last book.
Honestly, I read the first four books of this series a couple months ago, and then got bored, so I finally got the courage to pick it up again.

So far, Darkest Mercy is kind of cool.

The Wicked Lovely series is about a girl named Aislinn who can see faeries, and lives by three rules:
3. Don't stare at invisible faeries.
2. Don't speak to inviaible faeries.
1. Don't ever attract their attention.

Or, well, that's some of the description for the first book. Obviously not the fifth.

Do I suggest you read it? If you're into the same kind of thing I am, then sure. My advice? Skip the second book. The Ink Exchange. It is possibly the most boring book I've read on my own, or that wasn't required for school. Plus, they give you all the info on it in about three pages rather than three hundred. Just... don't. It's so boring.

Alright. Here's a brief thingy about Darkest Mercy:
In this series, I have three favorite characters. The whole of Darkest Mercy is about killing one favorite character, who ended up killing another favorite character, who died saving the OTHER favorite character, who was almost killed about four times throughout the series. Yep. It's almost like the friggin Hunger Games all over again.

So, that's the first installment of KK's Book Club! I'll do this every Saturday for... hmm... who knows how long?

~bookworm KK, Somewhere, USA.

JUSTICE and Mercy

Brownie points if you picked up on what the title is from before reading the rest of this. In order to receive these brownie points, however, I suppose you have to communicate with me....

Anyway. Flyleaf lover here. I don't know if they have a particular name like 'Parawhore' or not. If they do, I'm going to feel stoopid. (Yes, that was done on purpose, smarties.)

Alright, Justice and Mercy, off of Remember to Live, right? Nup.

There's the Violent Love Verson, on Remember to Live, and there's another one off of... well, I don't know where.

But I prefer the first version over Violent Love.

My friends don't like screamo. Or anything remotely close to it. A girl from Camp called Black Veil Brides hard metal and weird. I told her to fuck off. She was a Beiber diehard though, so I suppose she deserved it.

Um. Off-topic. This is why I should plan things before I start typing.

Alright, Violent Love Version of Justice and Mercy: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQrUHRnb9_o&feature=related
Other version: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhHtQJQ9pRc

Which do I prefer? The non-acoustic. By A LOT.

I'm not a big fan of the sound Flyleaf acquired in their third album. I'm hoping their new one will be, at least, closer to the sound they had in Memento Mori, if not their first album (FLYLEAF).

Sorry. Um... what have I done that's been interesting recently?

We totally killed in a softball game today. It was a two-hour, THREE inning game. We won, 20-2. I never thought I could be bored while playing softball, but there it was. One girl just got a lucky hit and she got an RBI and then stole home 'cause our catcher has more attention problems than I do.

That's really it. Actually, I have to get going on icing my arm and such since we have to play again tomorrow. It's a tournament. And then the season's really over. D:

~Attention Problem-ed KK, Somewhere, USA.

I'm a bad... uh... Kind-of fangirl.

If I'm a bad person... you don't like me.

Issues? I got 'em. As if you didn't know.

Oh, before I forget, two things: Happy birthday, Denise! Also, Hornet knows. She KNOWS. Actually, three things. You're now half-half dead!

K. Onto business: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PoTEnaAI9Fo

What is that, you ask? That is KK being a semi-bad not-really fangirl. Because she didn't realize it existed until now.

Ohohoho. Paramore has a new music video, for a song I don't really like, from a band that's turning way too pop, and only has 1 of my favorite members left. And no drummer. Or other guitarists.

Damn you, Farros! Well... maybe that should be damn you, Hayley Williams.... Hmm.

So. The music video itself involves the band laying in water for at least a minute, members launching themselves at walls at random, and a lot of explosions. I do like Hayley's hair, though. Anything else about her? Voice, personality, etc? Just no. Also, her eyes change color about halfway through the video, and then she goes all squinty-eyed like Brock from Pokemon, whom they finally kicked out, like five seasons later. They got rid of Misty, my favorite, in the first. -_-

Anyway, escaping from my inner nerd (I'm on Blogger.... Waaaaaiiiiit a minute.), I'm not a huge fan of Paramore anymore. I think I said that last post, but being at Camp has addled my small brain. I MISS IT SOO MUCH.

...all I heard was noodles.

~KK getting into inside jokes already, Somewhere, USA.

OMG KK'S ALIVE

Didja think I was dead? Pretty sure Lex did. I don't remember the format I used for these anymore....

So. I don't really have anything to talk about. So let's talk about stupid things you probably don't care about.

Music. Well, you probably care about music in a way, but probably not the type of music I do. And if you do - you're awesome and you should communicate with me.

Obviously, I'm a musical freak. Cats, RENT, Les Miserables.... You name it, I've probably seen it. Those three are just my favorites :3
Flyleaf, Evanescence, Muse, The Mars Volta, System Of A Down, My Chemical Romance, We Are The Fallen, the ALL CAPS, Christina Grimmie....
Epic bands and artists. You should check at least some of them out :P

But you know one thing that bugs me to NO end?
How people identify bands by their lead singer and such and don't bother to find out the rest of the band's names.
FOR INSTANCE....
I met a girl at the mall the other day. I was wearing an Evanescence T-shirt, being as normal as I can be.
Girl must have recognized the name of the band or something because she goes up to me and says, "Oh my God! I love Evanescence! She has such a great voice!"
What am I supposed to say to that? "You mean Amy Lee... right?"
Girl kind of gave me a confused look and walked away.

No. That's not even the best example.

PARAMORE. Yeah, yeah, Parawhore, blah blah.

Was anyone but me DEVISTATED when the Farros left? I mean, God, that's only their drummer and lead guitarist as well as half of the song writers there. C'mon. How many of those "Parawhores" out there can actually name even the remainder of the band? I bet not a lot. Hayley Williams, Taylor York, Jeremy Davis. Not that difficult. The band is made up of more than Hayley Williams. I don't listen to Paramore as much as I did once upon a time anymore, because compared to the other stuff I listen to, they REALLY sound pop. And I just... can't stand them sometimes.

Their new song, Monster? Kind of think that was Hayley's revenge on the Farros from their blog, Tetelestai or something. They certainly made her out to be a monster.

Flyleaf is probably my favorite band at the moment, or... maybe System Of A Down. Hmm.

But there is NO change from the acoustic to studio version of Lacey's voice, unlike Hayley's (Final Riot vs. Riot. How different do they sound...?). Plus, with Flyleaf, you may get the idiots fighting about religion a lot, but at least everyone agrees they're a good band.

New Evanescence album (and maybe new Flyleaf...?) out in October! Hooray!

As for this blog, I'm going away soon and will not have internet, so don't expect anything until, like, the eighteenth, if I'm feeling ambitious (lol, right. this is KK speaking). What will I be doing...? Probably a looooonnnng Harry Potter rant, maybe some movie critique, possibly explaining some shit from Camp..... *le shrug*

(Did I used to do this? I think so.)

~KK