http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6KHbIyL3-E
Watch it. Glory in it.... Make me happy...
4.04.2013
3.17.2013
That Chick
Soo... I got 20 pageviews yesterday... WHAT WHAT??? :D:D:D:D #partyeverydayoutside
Haha... Yeah. That's the extent of my good news. The world is still telling me to go to datelifesite.com and that LOVE AWAITS! Use this coupon only good through March 12th! Call me controversial, but getting told I need a boyfriend over and over kind of just makes me more annoyed with the male species. Like, for instance, there's this guy that I maybe might have had a crush on last semester. Like a baby crush. But I think the crush is dying. I was thrilled last semester when I learned, hey, we have History together next semester! Well, apparently Chemistry is the only semester when we had chemistry, because now he spends the entire class flirting with a girl named "Ashley" (yes, I'm changing the name... I go to public school! With friends who (supposedly) read this blog! Obviously, I need to change the name) who all the guys seem to love for some reason. Probably because she's into basketball... and soccer... and football... and everything I hate. So yeah. Did I mention "Ashley" has a boyfriend? A jock upperclassmen boyfriend? So why even waste your time with her? However, this boy still tries to maintain good relations with me. Meaning once in a while, he'll come over and punch me or hit me with a bag of sunflower seeds and expect me to act like he hasn't been ignoring me for the last week. Yeah. Now I just sweetly smile at him, give him a civil, "Hi there!" and return to my homework. Who cares if the whole class thinks I'm a nerd. They're all just stupid jocks anyways. And ditzes. Like, you think I'm a dumb blonde? Just walk into this classroom and instantly you'll probably bow down to me because of my intellectual splendor and genius. In comparison... put me anywhere else... and, well, I'm the chick who's three feet away from her parents and is freaking out because she's about to perform (I use this term loosely, because of what actually happened Saturday. See my blog titled "Make a Fool of Kira Day"), calls them on her teachers phone, and realizes... hey, my parents are three feet away. ... Remind me why I post this stuff on the internet again??? Well, nobody can ever say my communication skills are lacking...
Haha... Yeah. That's the extent of my good news. The world is still telling me to go to datelifesite.com and that LOVE AWAITS! Use this coupon only good through March 12th! Call me controversial, but getting told I need a boyfriend over and over kind of just makes me more annoyed with the male species. Like, for instance, there's this guy that I maybe might have had a crush on last semester. Like a baby crush. But I think the crush is dying. I was thrilled last semester when I learned, hey, we have History together next semester! Well, apparently Chemistry is the only semester when we had chemistry, because now he spends the entire class flirting with a girl named "Ashley" (yes, I'm changing the name... I go to public school! With friends who (supposedly) read this blog! Obviously, I need to change the name) who all the guys seem to love for some reason. Probably because she's into basketball... and soccer... and football... and everything I hate. So yeah. Did I mention "Ashley" has a boyfriend? A jock upperclassmen boyfriend? So why even waste your time with her? However, this boy still tries to maintain good relations with me. Meaning once in a while, he'll come over and punch me or hit me with a bag of sunflower seeds and expect me to act like he hasn't been ignoring me for the last week. Yeah. Now I just sweetly smile at him, give him a civil, "Hi there!" and return to my homework. Who cares if the whole class thinks I'm a nerd. They're all just stupid jocks anyways. And ditzes. Like, you think I'm a dumb blonde? Just walk into this classroom and instantly you'll probably bow down to me because of my intellectual splendor and genius. In comparison... put me anywhere else... and, well, I'm the chick who's three feet away from her parents and is freaking out because she's about to perform (I use this term loosely, because of what actually happened Saturday. See my blog titled "Make a Fool of Kira Day"), calls them on her teachers phone, and realizes... hey, my parents are three feet away. ... Remind me why I post this stuff on the internet again??? Well, nobody can ever say my communication skills are lacking...
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.
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