3.16.2013
Make a Fool of Kira Day
(do you remember that, Maya? :D good times...) Well, Kira made a total dork out of herself today... yeah. I sang a solo in front of... yeah, a lot of people. And I didn't do so hot. I was kind of figuring that the only people I would be singing in front of would be my parents, the judge, Sam (my accompanist), and that was it. Nope. It was my parents, Sam, the judge, Sam's parents, my friends Mandy and Nicole, and this girl named Brittany. And her accompanist. And her parents. Yup. All watching me sing a solo, when I barely warmed up, and my voice broke twice, and it was just... horrible. Ugh. I was just so stressed out, and wound up, it wasn't even me singing up there. Everyone who was watching was like, oh, its Kira, she never gets nervous (at least, I hope they were thinking that. Maybe they were just waiting in anticipation for me to fail? :s :D). Yeah, I do get nervous. Oh, wells. As they say, whateves. There's always next year. Its just... I wish I didn't totally make an idiot of myself in front of so many people... grrs. Why do I always do this to myself??? :P O_o
3.02.2013
Laughing Until You Cry
I'm sure all of you are familiar with my little cousin Nicholas and the hilarious things he says (usually a comment about me that is very insulting, but he has no idea what he's saying, so I find it extremely funny. Lucky for him, I have a good sense of humor. :D) Yeah, he pulled another one today.
Today we were all eating dinner at the table, and he kept looking at me funny, for a really long time. At first I thought he was looking at my pizza, but he kept this up for about three minutes. "Can I help you?" I asked. (Okay, here's where I have to say something: I'm writing what Nicholas said as I heard it, not as he actually said it. It'll make sense in a sec."
He kept looking funny at me.
"Hello? Can I help you?" I inquired.
"I'm looking at your boob."
"EXCUSE ME?!?!?!??!"
"I'm looking at your Boo."
(Just an fyi, i was wearing a mario t-shirt at the time)
So yeah. I laughed until I cried. I love my cousin.
Today we were all eating dinner at the table, and he kept looking at me funny, for a really long time. At first I thought he was looking at my pizza, but he kept this up for about three minutes. "Can I help you?" I asked. (Okay, here's where I have to say something: I'm writing what Nicholas said as I heard it, not as he actually said it. It'll make sense in a sec."
He kept looking funny at me.
"Hello? Can I help you?" I inquired.
"I'm looking at your boob."
"EXCUSE ME?!?!?!??!"
"I'm looking at your Boo."
(Just an fyi, i was wearing a mario t-shirt at the time)
So yeah. I laughed until I cried. I love my cousin.
2.26.2013
The Man in the Tower
The Man in the Tower
It's a little bit dark tonight.
It's hard to see by candlelight.
But it's enough for him to write what he needs,
It's enough to let his soul be freed.
It's funny how fast legends die,
Once upon a time you'll need to cry.
Sometime we'll find out where old stories go,
Somehow we'll both know.
He catches his breath
As he hears footsteps
In the hall;
It's no one at all.
He returns to his pen and ink
How long do churchbells ring?
The man in the tower
Writing words of love,
Sending dreams of happiness
To his only inspiration.
No one else has the power to send these words of love.
He's pure genius, nothing less.
What's the occasion?
I can see him now.
Sweat drips from his brow
As he writes till dawn.
What's the purpose of his song?
Words of magic in a letter.
He adds this note to the countless before
That lie unread in a pile by the floor
No one frees him from his cell.
No one notices his private hell.
He's alone in the tower, lost and scared,
Wondering how to get back to the love he once shared.
Because, my friend, you see,
The man in the tower
Is
Locked
Within
Me
Written by David Lange
2.22.2013
MOVIE!!!!
So in case you didn't know, my friends and family and I got together and filmed a movie over the summer and we finally finished editing it and uploaded it to YouTube... so yay! Here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atN9KC6MsNI&feature=em-uploademail
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atN9KC6MsNI&feature=em-uploademail
2.15.2013
Down With the Tin Man
Unlike how the Tin Man wished for a heart, right now I wish I didn't have a conscience. Ugh.
Backstory:
One of my pretty good friends (who I will name... Penny because some of you may know her) has been having a hard time keeping up with AP Euro and the long, grueling hours that Robotics gives to you wrapped up in a lovely bow. So, unfortunately, she hasn't been doing all of her homework and her grades are suffering. A lot. Enough so that my teacher, Mr. Dorgan, had to pull her aside and tell her that if she couldn't get her grade up, they would have to keep her from Robotics for a while. So yeah. Extremely non-cool beans.
Frontstory:
Today we had a reading quiz in the aforementioned AP Euro (he gives them to us periodically just to make sure we are actually doing the homework we are supposed to do on time) and Penny didn't do the reading, because of Robotics. She came up to a group of us hovering over a tub of ice cream and a pan of brownies to turn in her test and waited in line like a good student (yes, we have food days in AP Euro. It's pretty much awesome). She turned to me and complained, "I have no idea what these answers are. I'm pretty sure its wrong." To which I replied, "Oh, yeah, I had some troubles with that too. I think I put down Austria and Hungary for that one. Oooh, and I think I got that question wrong. (I had already turned in my test by this point.)" She makes no move, so obviously, she isn't getting to urge to cheat on the test. Good girl. Another girl comes over, (call her Jeannette) and she didn't do her homework either. I don't really care about Jeannette's issues, because more than once she's piggybacked off of my work instead of actually doing it herself. Not the best record. So we start talking about the test, and this guy, "Freddy," joins in on the conversation too. Freddy's like, "Austria-Hungary's the right answer, and oh, hey, I have a pen in my pocket. What a coincidence!" Penny said, "But I don't write in pen... Oh shoot. I "forgot to put my name on my paper.' I guess I'll go back to my desk and do that." Deed #1 is done. Jeannette, not to be outdone, says, "Wow! I forgot my name too! Can I borrow your pencil?" End of Deed #2. So here I am, and little red flags are going off everywhere (more like flags the size of Alaska). And I have no idea what to do. And I feel horrible, because, in actuality, I do know what to do, but I also happen to like to have people enjoy being around me and not think of me as a bratty little snitch. My ice cream and brownies did not sit well for the rest of the day.
Random Tangent: (but it'll make sense in a second, just wait) Yesterday during 20th Century History with the glorious Mr. Heckman, we discussed an assignment about WWI. One of the questions stated "Is it better to do what is right or keep the peace?" I answered to do what is right. So am I a hypocrite?
Anyways, to cut this sitcom-like episode short, I snitched. I stayed after school to talk to Mr. Dorgan (he thought something was seriously wrong when I asked him if I could talk to him after school, 'cuz I was pretty bummed out about the whole shebang and looked, and I quote, "strangely cryptic"). He was pretty disappointed (especially with Penny, since he knows the whole backstory too), and I was about to burst into tears. Literally. I was sniffling down the hallway after hoping I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. And I still feel horrible. Not really about Jeannette, because she deserves it, but Penny is really a good person.The other reason I feel bad is because I guess cheating isn't really that wrong at public school. I mean, the teachers don't condone it, but a lot of students do it. Even my friends. So I don't know why I'm telling this to anyone because everyone who reads it is going to be like, "You're so high-and-mighty, Kira! She had a good excuse to cheat! She's staying up until 2-3 in the morning every night! It's not her fault!" Oh, yeah, and the other thing is Penny, when she's upset, likes to rail on people to relieve her stress. So once she figures out that I'm the one who snitched (because I'm the only logical person who would... and Mr. D might have to "call on me to witness") there's a good possibility the whole class might hate my guts. Oh happy days. But I guess it all comes back to... is it better to do what is right or keep the peace? If I only had no conscience.
Backstory:
One of my pretty good friends (who I will name... Penny because some of you may know her) has been having a hard time keeping up with AP Euro and the long, grueling hours that Robotics gives to you wrapped up in a lovely bow. So, unfortunately, she hasn't been doing all of her homework and her grades are suffering. A lot. Enough so that my teacher, Mr. Dorgan, had to pull her aside and tell her that if she couldn't get her grade up, they would have to keep her from Robotics for a while. So yeah. Extremely non-cool beans.
Frontstory:
Today we had a reading quiz in the aforementioned AP Euro (he gives them to us periodically just to make sure we are actually doing the homework we are supposed to do on time) and Penny didn't do the reading, because of Robotics. She came up to a group of us hovering over a tub of ice cream and a pan of brownies to turn in her test and waited in line like a good student (yes, we have food days in AP Euro. It's pretty much awesome). She turned to me and complained, "I have no idea what these answers are. I'm pretty sure its wrong." To which I replied, "Oh, yeah, I had some troubles with that too. I think I put down Austria and Hungary for that one. Oooh, and I think I got that question wrong. (I had already turned in my test by this point.)" She makes no move, so obviously, she isn't getting to urge to cheat on the test. Good girl. Another girl comes over, (call her Jeannette) and she didn't do her homework either. I don't really care about Jeannette's issues, because more than once she's piggybacked off of my work instead of actually doing it herself. Not the best record. So we start talking about the test, and this guy, "Freddy," joins in on the conversation too. Freddy's like, "Austria-Hungary's the right answer, and oh, hey, I have a pen in my pocket. What a coincidence!" Penny said, "But I don't write in pen... Oh shoot. I "forgot to put my name on my paper.' I guess I'll go back to my desk and do that." Deed #1 is done. Jeannette, not to be outdone, says, "Wow! I forgot my name too! Can I borrow your pencil?" End of Deed #2. So here I am, and little red flags are going off everywhere (more like flags the size of Alaska). And I have no idea what to do. And I feel horrible, because, in actuality, I do know what to do, but I also happen to like to have people enjoy being around me and not think of me as a bratty little snitch. My ice cream and brownies did not sit well for the rest of the day.
Random Tangent: (but it'll make sense in a second, just wait) Yesterday during 20th Century History with the glorious Mr. Heckman, we discussed an assignment about WWI. One of the questions stated "Is it better to do what is right or keep the peace?" I answered to do what is right. So am I a hypocrite?
Anyways, to cut this sitcom-like episode short, I snitched. I stayed after school to talk to Mr. Dorgan (he thought something was seriously wrong when I asked him if I could talk to him after school, 'cuz I was pretty bummed out about the whole shebang and looked, and I quote, "strangely cryptic"). He was pretty disappointed (especially with Penny, since he knows the whole backstory too), and I was about to burst into tears. Literally. I was sniffling down the hallway after hoping I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. And I still feel horrible. Not really about Jeannette, because she deserves it, but Penny is really a good person.The other reason I feel bad is because I guess cheating isn't really that wrong at public school. I mean, the teachers don't condone it, but a lot of students do it. Even my friends. So I don't know why I'm telling this to anyone because everyone who reads it is going to be like, "You're so high-and-mighty, Kira! She had a good excuse to cheat! She's staying up until 2-3 in the morning every night! It's not her fault!" Oh, yeah, and the other thing is Penny, when she's upset, likes to rail on people to relieve her stress. So once she figures out that I'm the one who snitched (because I'm the only logical person who would... and Mr. D might have to "call on me to witness") there's a good possibility the whole class might hate my guts. Oh happy days. But I guess it all comes back to... is it better to do what is right or keep the peace? If I only had no conscience.
1.31.2013
Joe (Not Joel)
It's strange how much you can learn about someone in a very short amount of time. Like yesterday, I went into the guidance counselor's office to talk about scheduling stuff with him, and then I ended up giving him a 45-second sound byte of my entire life. Basically, it went like this:
"So, what are you planning to do after high school?" he asked. "Well," I replied, "I'm going to go to college, obviously, but after that I want to be an English teacher."
"Oh really? Why is that?"
"I just really like the subject. And my dad was an English teacher."
"That's interesting... Where does he teach?"
"He doesn't teach around here. He teaches in Colorado. At least, he used to."
"Yes?"
"Well.... he... uhhh... doesn't work there anymore."
"Oh. So what does he say about you becoming an English teacher?"
"He's pretty supportive... I haven't talked to him in like four years... soo I don't know exactly what he thinks..."
"Is your mom okay with you becoming a teacher?"
"Yeah, yeah! She used to be a preschool teacher."
Okay, now that you know my entire messy life pretty much, can we end Special Talk Time With Mr. Johnson and get to my junior schedule please? But sometimes its a good thing. Like today I was waiting for a ride after musical practice (and waiting and waiting and waiting) and the person who plays the lead role, Joe, and I started talking and I learned a lot about him. He's a really nice guy, and super relaxed about life. He used to be in football, and now he gave it up to be in musical. He's also in Robos, and gave that up too. So he's super committed to his part (I hope so, b/c he's the main role!). He's also not stressed out about the play at all yet, even though this is his first time ever being on stage in front of people, and it's a week until show. He was telling me about how he used to be so scared about singing in front of people, and now he doesn't care anymore. Some people were also complaining about how he gets special treatment earlier, and he didn't overhear it, but he was telling me that he hates how the directors cut him a lot of slack, and he doesn't want to be given any special attention. (We also talked about some other stuff too. We were kind of talking for a long time. Our rides were taking forever to get there.) So he's just a really nice person. And, he asked twice if I needed a ride home before he finally went to his car. I can see why his girlfriend loves him so much.
So, not an especially amusing post today, but I just thought how it was interesting how sometimes you can spend three months with someone, and barely know them, but at the same time you can sit for thirty minutes with someone and learn a lot, if you're actually listening.
"So, what are you planning to do after high school?" he asked. "Well," I replied, "I'm going to go to college, obviously, but after that I want to be an English teacher."
"Oh really? Why is that?"
"I just really like the subject. And my dad was an English teacher."
"That's interesting... Where does he teach?"
"He doesn't teach around here. He teaches in Colorado. At least, he used to."
"Yes?"
"Well.... he... uhhh... doesn't work there anymore."
"Oh. So what does he say about you becoming an English teacher?"
"He's pretty supportive... I haven't talked to him in like four years... soo I don't know exactly what he thinks..."
"Is your mom okay with you becoming a teacher?"
"Yeah, yeah! She used to be a preschool teacher."
Okay, now that you know my entire messy life pretty much, can we end Special Talk Time With Mr. Johnson and get to my junior schedule please? But sometimes its a good thing. Like today I was waiting for a ride after musical practice (and waiting and waiting and waiting) and the person who plays the lead role, Joe, and I started talking and I learned a lot about him. He's a really nice guy, and super relaxed about life. He used to be in football, and now he gave it up to be in musical. He's also in Robos, and gave that up too. So he's super committed to his part (I hope so, b/c he's the main role!). He's also not stressed out about the play at all yet, even though this is his first time ever being on stage in front of people, and it's a week until show. He was telling me about how he used to be so scared about singing in front of people, and now he doesn't care anymore. Some people were also complaining about how he gets special treatment earlier, and he didn't overhear it, but he was telling me that he hates how the directors cut him a lot of slack, and he doesn't want to be given any special attention. (We also talked about some other stuff too. We were kind of talking for a long time. Our rides were taking forever to get there.) So he's just a really nice person. And, he asked twice if I needed a ride home before he finally went to his car. I can see why his girlfriend loves him so much.
So, not an especially amusing post today, but I just thought how it was interesting how sometimes you can spend three months with someone, and barely know them, but at the same time you can sit for thirty minutes with someone and learn a lot, if you're actually listening.
1.30.2013
Introducing Electric Guitar: The New Ibuprofen!
Today I had an absolutely splitting headache in musical practice, and no
ibuprofen or anything, so it was horrible. But then afterwards I
decided to go in the band room and hang out. Right next to people
playing the drums and Kevin the guitar guy and the piano. Kira's a smart
person!!! (NOT!). But it actually helped a little... I guess being
distracted from my headache was kind of a painkiller. I was in more pain
listening to Kevin wail on the guitar than from my headache (No, I'm
kidding. Kevin is literally amazing on the guitar. I was sitting there
watching his fingers fly up and down across the strings and I was just
in awe. But of course, I didn't tell him that. His head is big enough
already.) And then I got to dance around in the back of the room while the jazz band had practice, because Mr. Waite is awesome and doesn't care that I don't belong in the band room. I kind of miss being in band (See, now we'll know whether Fedie actually reads these posts or not because he won't be able to resist posting some sarcastic comment about me not being in band.) Kevin had to play the same chord for an entire song, and so he came up to me, and this is how our little conversation went.
"Please, kill me now. Just kill me now." (while still playing the correct chords on beat and whatever)
"Gladly! I shall beat you to death with my phone." (insert pantomime of beating Kevin to death here)
*10 minutes later *
"I'm serious. Just kill me. Please! Please! Please!"
"I can't. I have to be a good girl and be quiet in the back and not be distracting. I think beating you to death would be described as "bad," and it definitely would be distracting."
I'm paraphrasing a little. Okay, here endeth the pointless blog that I spewed out at 11: 39 at night even though I should be sleeping. Good night! I love you all! <3 Oh, yeah, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAYA!! AND MY MOTHER!! (even though my mother doesn't read my blogs. actually, i doubt she knows i even have one.... okay. no more tangents. i love maya best of all, even though she expected me to remember her birthday in the quarter of a second i saw her in the hallway today....)
"Please, kill me now. Just kill me now." (while still playing the correct chords on beat and whatever)
"Gladly! I shall beat you to death with my phone." (insert pantomime of beating Kevin to death here)
*10 minutes later *
"I'm serious. Just kill me. Please! Please! Please!"
"I can't. I have to be a good girl and be quiet in the back and not be distracting. I think beating you to death would be described as "bad," and it definitely would be distracting."
I'm paraphrasing a little. Okay, here endeth the pointless blog that I spewed out at 11: 39 at night even though I should be sleeping. Good night! I love you all! <3 Oh, yeah, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAYA!! AND MY MOTHER!! (even though my mother doesn't read my blogs. actually, i doubt she knows i even have one.... okay. no more tangents. i love maya best of all, even though she expected me to remember her birthday in the quarter of a second i saw her in the hallway today....)
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