This is so more important...

So, I got an email from Rachel at SmithTEENS and please take a guess which memoir they chose. Anyone? Anyone? Beuller? Beuller? Well, it's the throw away version of one I heard weeks prior:

"Learned sarcasm. Sorry, it outta control."

ME SARCASTIC?!?! NOOOOOOOOOO.. PSH.. NOOOOOOOOOO..

Crazy right? Yeah, crazy.

KCTW

P.S. Did I spell Beuller right?

P.P.S. My post NaNoWriMo post is coming tomorrow.

OMG.

I just got this e-mail.

"Dear Six-Word Memoirist,

If you're getting this email, it means that on the six-word memories you submitted at www.SMITHteens.com is one of our favorite. Congratulations! You are a finalist for publication in Six-Word Memoirs by Teens Famous and Obscure, a new book coming out from HarperTeen next fall. Out first book, Not Quite What I Was Planning, was a big hit, and we know with your help this one can touch even more people."

Oh.

My.

GOD.

I only sent that in cause my friend MADE me do it and now it's it's.. Oh my god, you guys have now idea how surreal this feels..

I should so go to bed now. Seeing as it's 2:30. But, I won't sleep at all.

KCTW

P.S. I sent seven in. WHICH ONE IS IT?!

Kristina.

(DONT KILL ME.)

Happy Birthday.

In all the mayhem of Applebee's last Friday I totally and utterly forgot to post for Kristina's birthday. -facepalm-

So, Kristina.. Kristina.. she don't know I exist. What? Sorry, I was singing. So, KK I MEAN.. Cousin KK I MEAN.. Tina. It's been 1, 2.. 8 years? Wow. 8. And we're both still breathing? I think thats a job well done if I do say so myself. Happy Birthday and warn me when you're on the roads so I'm not.

KCTW

(P.S. I really only remembered cause her party is tonight. Whoops..)

Tidings of Tube

Heres what will most likely rampage my life for the next oh.. lets say 4 months. 

This shall be interesting.. up next. Thanksgiving blog. OF course.

KCTW

P.S. I update the blog with vlogs seeing as that might become my new form of communication. And, that podcast is in the works for pre January 31st. woot.

Is it weird that this feels foreign?

Hello, world.

It's me again. I know, I know I'm great at that whole dying, and reincarnating business. And the fact that I come back as the same person every time is twice as impressive. So.. what's new with me? Well:

NaNoWriMo

I'm undertaking a journey through hell, hopefully back too but, who knows where 30 days and 50,000 words will take me this year?

School

Public Speaking. Massive Vocab lists. Endless notes. French quizzes gallour.  So much craziness and paranoia about being late.

Harry, a History.

www.harryahistory.com

OR 

Go to Facebook and search the group Eagerly Awaiting Melissa Anelli's Book

This thing has taken over my life.

Nothing at all

Really guys I could blog to you about my daily traumas and all but, I don't want to drive you all away in hordes.

Hope you still love me after all these weeks. And, once NaNoWriMo ends I can promise a flurry. Or so I hope.

KCTW

(P.S. That podcast is still in the works I swear but, me and my recorders are just so busy right now we're waiting for life to sort itsself out.)

By Jove:

I think he got it.

Congratulations, Barack. Now don't screw this up. =)

KCTW

P.S. On November 4th 2008, Election Day, I Kevin Welsh was talking to Lauren (the freak) Major when Barack Hussein Obama became the 44th President (elect) of the United States of America. YAY!! -11:23 P.M.

La Vie. (Boheme)

Hey anyone who still comes here,

Sorry, about the famine of credible posts. Its not that vie hasn't been exciting it's just that.. nothing very interesting has happened lately. Nothing worthy of your wonderful and loyal eyes. Gosh, you know what I need?

A musical. I want a musical to appear in my life. No High School Musical sh*t. RENT, without the dying, which conversely takes away from its RENT-iness. But, all I want is a compilation of the songs to sync up with my life. Cause who doesn't sometime want someone to jump on a table and go: TO HAND CRAFTED BEERS MADE IN LOCAL BREWERIES.

Nobody? Watch the movie it'll make much more sense then, trust me. With BISEXUALS TRISEXUALS HOMOSAPIENS.. running all about the place talking about yoga, yogurt, rice and beans and cheese. It makes life in the late 80's Village look SOOOOO cool. Really, I'd likea time machine and some singing abilities, pronto. So, if NaNoWriMo doesn't eat me alive I'll look out for days of inspiration. Inspiration to live La Vie Boheme!!

(Sigh, this started out as a real post. Guess this is what I get for trying to blog with RENT on at 1:03 in the morning.)

KCTW

P.S. Every single day someone walks down the street; they hear people say baby: so sweet.

(GAH, RENT strikes again.)

NaNoWriMo

One night: 1,066 words

One day: 1,667 words

One week: 11,669 words

One month: 50,000 words

Oh.. my.. god..

KCTW

Coming Soon to a Blog near you

Oh, deary, deary should I? should I?

I should tell you.. I should tell you.. I should tell you..

Well, folks I.. I'm starting.. a.. podcast.

-cringe-

No rotten fruit?

No eggs?

No chairs?

Only one book? Oh, thanks.

So we -Caroline, Lauren, and I- are tentatively calling it.. hey, wait I need to save something for the release don't I? Any questions? What's that? OH, what's it on..

Little Potter. Little random. Little fandom. Little everything.

This makes it kind of definite doesn't it..... oh, no.

Hope this works.

KCTW

Mommy!

Happy Birthday, Mom.

You're pretty awesome. You know with that whole 'birth' business.

Thanks for that by the way.

=P

KCTW

Abby

I hate you.

I really do.

You are the most despicably lucky daughter of a woman ever.

Just get out of my sight.

You braces-free, 15 year old floozy.

Happy Birthday.

KCTW

You'll never find us!!

LAUREN,

YOU WILL NEVER FIND US!

YES, THERES AN US!!

KCTW

Forgetfulness and Misplacement.

Today's theme is: Forgetfulness and Misplacement. 

Ever have that moment when you go 'Hmm.. wheres that book? I put it in here. that's weird where'd it go..' You don't panic because you don't need it desperately. You just find it odd that it's not there cause you have fabricated the memory of packing it. Have that happen.. 3? 4 times in a single 24 hour period. Shall I begin?

Last night: Planner

I reach into my back pack. Do french homework. Do Religion. Do Biology. To Geometry. -screeching tires- Textbook: check Notebook: check Folder: check Planner: oh, sh-

Now this isn't cataclysmic but, rather annoying because I have all the neccesary pieces but not the instructions. Like finding a board game without instructions you could wing it but, in my case consequences follow guessing through 600 pages.

This morning: Notebook

Sigh, geometry class. Not bad, or good.. just boring. I decide to kill some time working on religion and biology homework. I reach into my bag to find my geometry notebook to create n illusion and.. it's not there. Luckily for me A) the teacher doesn't realize i exist B) will never ever notice if I do not have that notebook and C) well is oblivious to the 5th row. I take notes in my binder: no biggie.

This afternoon: Textbook

Sitting in Religion. Really bored and decided to finish off that biology homework; I reach in again to get my textbook: which inside of it has the question sheet and my answers. It's not there. surprise.. surprise.. But, this time I am 90% sure that I didn't take the book out after study hall so if the book isn't here it's in English. I go back to English. not there. SH*T. Wait a second.. French passes. The locker had stolen it -bad locker- and the day ends.

I'm afraid to go for my homework. I had to have left something at school. I MUST have. Well it was Monday so these things are acceptable, right? Then what's Tuesday have in store..

KCTW

P.S. One of those annoying solicitors called mid-typing so i answered, got my dad on the phone and sort of listened to this:

Person: Hi, I'm Mary Lou with the Navaho..

Dad: Mary Lou

ML: -blah blah-

Dad: Mary Lou

ML: -wahwahwah-

Dad: Mary Lou! Stop talking Mary Lou!

ML: - silence-

Dad: Please remove me from your call list. -he actually remove me from your do not call list but, the point was made.-

AH!!! ITS ME!!!

1:10

Boy in blue and white shirt. NOT the one who goes pansy parkinson. Opposite her. I think I'm referred to as 'fan'. I don't really mind.. I WON!!

GODRIC.

KCTW

Wine and beer!

RENT, rent, Rent, rentrentrentrentrent.

(I love you oh sosososososos much. Oh but, of course irony strikes again you leave me just as I meet you. Such a shame. I still have the movie..)

So, it was a normal day when all of a sudden references were being made weird phrases being thrown out and truly bizzare songs being sung. They -Moe, and Kristina- sat me down and skipped through scenes showing me some awesome clips. 

We went:

OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT TONIGHT

then we did the..

Tango: Maureen

decided you had to..

Take me or Leave me

and lived..

LA VIE BOHEME

then of course measured in..

Season of Lo(oooooooooooooooooooooooo)ve

Then a few days later I got to enjoy the whole movie in its awesomeness. Not only is the message pretty powerful but, somehow they manage to throw in some of the greatest songs I've ever heard and haven't stopped hearing since then. I swear I sang Out Tonight all day on Thursday. If you haven't seen it GO SEE IT. Tomorrow well, today is actually one of the days when the LIVE performance on Broadway is being shown in theaters. Sigh, really RENT why did you have to leave Broadway?

KCTW

Hint for Tomorrow's post

It'll contain the words 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' 'OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW' and 'MY LEGSSSSSSSSSSSSSS' cause I'll be running the mile.

Goal: 7:40. 

You've been warned.

KCTW

P.S. I'm SOOO afraid. -of the pain-

Biology

 

Note the fabulous homage to doodles. And the up the side doodles.

This one demonstrates my capable time telling and note making notes.

You'll get a lot of these. Get used to it.

KCTW

P.S. 2 KATHY GRIFFIN SPECIALS IN A ROW?!?! I LOVE YOU GOD.

Oh, the torture I've gone -went- through for this post.

It' now 1:50 Am on lovely Long Island on August the 20 something or other. Of course as soon as I tell myself that 100th will be special NO RADOMNESS. None. AT ALL. I have some of the most inner monologueingly intense days of my life: from Costco, to my father, to Abby Jesus my head might explode soon if I don't get this post done so here it is. The Red Book.

-he, he just look down-

Please no flash photography. Save this on your computer with a date cause if -ever- 20 years I'm famous this will be the corner stone of my series -of book(s)- this red book holds information crucial to the storyline. SO crucial I can't share it with you. But, I will spill some of it's contents.. wait, HEY!! that's a contradiction.

Oh, sigh WHY wouldn't that set itself up days ago. AUGUST 20th. I loathe this blog's attempts to get back at me for.. for.. I don't know. Maybe it's bad karma..

KCTW

100? I hope.

Now, now kids. Settle down. I know I've been gone for just a little -ridiculously long- while but, I'm back. Trust me I used to take 3 months breaks so you are all getting off easy -surveys room- now in honor of my 100th post I have photographed the corner stone of the 'story' it's a big 5 subject college ruled notebook I bought for 3.89 and I already have it filled with some fun drawing and whatnot. Now of course I can't you EVERYTHING but, I'll show you 'it'. I'll possibly maybe in the unforseeably seeable future post tib-bits on how my writing day is going or if anything has struck me. Now le piece de resistance!!

Ooh, ahh. 

'HEY! How do we know anythings in it??'

'WOW!! Mommy I wanna have one of those one day!!'

'Maybe, when your older sweetie.'

So that's it. After 2 weeks 2 posts and a lot of computer issues I have gotten this frickin post up. Other announcements include:

The Mini Monologue -check the upper right corner-

School is in Swing

I am busier than ever

Other than that all is normal in monologue land. Just a note, check back here tomorrow or the following day of your reading this because I might add the first try of this onto here as a bonus or a behind the scenes type thing. I couldn't access it without the internet stopping on me for some reason.. odd. Well, that's it I hope.

KCTW

P.S. Yes it is 12:34 PM on a Thursday right now. I'm that cool.

Hm.. I'll pencil you in.

I feel like lately ever time I turn to someone to find out if we can do something I am 'royally' snubbed and given metaphorically the time worn line of 'I'll pencil you in'. Ironically in this internet realm penciling is dead keying is the hot new thing.

I'm happyily and bittersweetly looking forward to school as much a fan of 'days of inspiration playing hooky making something out of nothing' I enjoy the boring and bland structure of school. To me each day is like.. hmm looking for a metaphor.. no a simile. Ah, a meal. Each day is like a meal. A nine course one; each course follows the other the same rudimentary pattern seldom broken up but, with each course comes the option for change and excitement. One dish or the other one side or another. A burst of song just came into my head so I'll stop that rhyming train there. I love the freedom of wake up whenever do whatever but when the 'evers' turn to 'nevers' I realize it's time for the reintroduction of order. Me and Homeroom get reacquainted Lunch and I meet at the same time every day and I know when I get home every day. 

The mundane structure of the school day leads for few slip ups and most definitely for some new and more interesting blogs posts. For those of you that joined during the summer months I left the public school system -and ALL my friends- to attend Chaminade highschool the prestige gem of the Marianist community. -We love Mary, the mother- I wear the same navy blazer, I see the same boys, life is dull but, you know I think I was sent to Chaminade to make it just a tad bit more interesting. New List: Things that I suffer from- overly logical, too talkative, and the insatiable need to make the peaceful on it's head. God, I can even convince myself that school will be.. fun. EEK!! It's time for this Monologue to get to bed; I'm talking crazy.

KCTW

P.S. Treats are on the way. Abby -my cohort in creativeness- is MIA for the weekend so I'm making something special for my big 1-0-0 posts. 

P.P.S. WHY DOES EVERY RIGHT CLICK MAKE SOME ODD LINE APPEAR AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SCREEN. QUITE ANNOYING.

I love our fans.

KCTW

JUST GO TO THE DASH LEAKY DASH CAULDRON DOT ORG

Which part of the was very hard??

www.the-leaky-cauldron.org

MY POTTERCAST IS UP!!! THE OLD SCHOOL DUELING IN THE DESCRIPTION!?!?! ME!!!!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

KCTW

P.S. IM WAYYYYYYYYYYY TOO EXCITED. HEART POUNDING. HANDS SHAKING. GAHH!

Bad week to be a fan.

Oh, Potter.. Potter.. Potter.. Potter.

It's a hard knock life for us fans this week.

A) Well, being on tour has made Pottercast unable to put up new episodes -INCLUDING MINE!!- since, dear god July 23rd. So All the tour stops, all thee laughs, all the music, and ALL of Melissa's book spoilers are inaccessible!! I might pull out my hair. 

I need to stop Twitter stalking all the cast-people I'm scaring myself.

B) Yeah, Mugglecast? FINAL WEEKLY EPISODE.

C) I won't say 'it' too hard for me to.. sorry have to go cry. WHY WB!! WHY??!!

So it's been rough and well I'm tired I don't have the strength to stay up much longer so these podcasts better go up ASAP. 

Hear me Andrew, Laura, Ben, Matt, Micah, Jamie, John, Melissa, Sue and FRAK?!

KCTW

USA

Well, they said it was impossible.

They said he couldn't do it.

They said Michael phelps would never get 8 medals.

Well, that's one way to make sure an American proves you wrong!

Congratulations Michael.

KCTW

P.S.YEEEEEEEEEEEES!

-GLARE-

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warner Bros.

Go.

Die.

KCTW

P.S. IF A SINGLE THING IS WRONG WITH THIS MOVIE EXPECT: MOBS, GANGS, AND RIOTS.

Tip #1

Girls: When wanting to be alone. DONT SIT ONLINE WHERE ANYONE CAN I.M. YOU.

Making the world better one blunt fact at a time.

KCTW

Hiatus

Dad: -walking into the den- Kevin, did Meghan tell you anything?

Me: No..

Dad: Well, Meghan, Maggie -my cousin- and myself are going to *Hershey

Me: Oh..

Dad: And we were thinking since they're going why don't Kevin and Charlie -cousin and Maggie's brother- come to.. but with the schedule he can't. So would still like to come?

Me: -stunned silence- Yeah.. sure.. it's just a little.. random.

So tomorrow and Wednesday I'll be in Hershey pennsylvania AND thursday through Sunday will be spent in Saratoga meaning I won't even get close to a computer. So if you don't hear from me for a week I'm fine.. it's just.. I'm busy. 

KCTW

P.S. Hershey the candy company has a theme park in hershey Pennsylvnia if you didn't know.

Simple Cereal.

Get large mug.

Pour in cereal of choice.

Splash milk over them trying to get it on them all.

Drink milk once correct ceral-sogginess is achieved.

Eat as you would.

I discovered this accidently because I hate soggy cereal more than HP haters. So this ingenious way gets the cereal wet without the danger of mushing. Plus no more spilt milk.

KCTW

P.S. YES!! MICHAEL PHELPS!! USA! USA!

P.P.S. JIM -my brother- NO FALLING ASLEEP ON THE BASEMENT PULL OUT WHEN IT FUNCTIONS AS MY BED D---- BAG.

Helpful Hint.

Have fun singing along.

KCTW

Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.

Nothing beats spending the day and night dancing to Daft Punk with Abby only to walk home in torrential downpour singing it out loud to nobody. Then having a crazy single person dance party at my desk.

Ever after work is over.. 

Harder.

Better.

Faster.

Stronger.

Make it better. =)

KCTW

P.S. I know this makes no sense.

P.P.S. ONE DAY TILL EVERYONE COMES HOME.

Gasp! -Part Deux!!-

Okay, well this is only gonna be a Part 2 cause Pottercast dominated that other post so much I won't shmuck it up with more nonsense. Where was I.. Friday? Right.

Friday was Breaking Dawn. 

9:46 AM. Kc calls me telling me she got to Barnes and Noble to get the special wristbands and cannot get me one so I must go there too. Roar. Wayy too early to do this.. I get up throw on shorts get to b&N expecting the line de doom. Out the door, round the block screaming and death BUT I find that the line inside is about 12 people and I know 1/4 of it and it all moves relatively fast. More people behind me.

Kaitlin -I know her-: "I hope Bella doesn't die."

Phoebe -found her name out 12 hours later-: "Really? I hope she does."

Me: "WAIT you too!! I hate bella."

P: "Yeah!! I know, shes so annoying why can't she die!!"

Me: "Stephenie Meyer doesn't have the guts to kill her."

P: "Yeah."

This goes on till I reach the desk where the pleasant man hands me a bracelet saying C. C?! I though I was like Q. Joy, I'll be home at a reasonable hour.

11:27 AM Lili ccalls me re-joicing that she got herself a wristband though they began giving them away at 10 AM. She is E.

-Mini Blog!! For Harry Potter last year you had about 2 seconds to get these wristbands later that night at 11PM they were still handing them out. -HARRY POTTER IS BETTER- Back to the actual blog.-

I'm hurled to the doctor for my physical nothing special; I'm 5'11 and my blood enjoys being inside me and clots quickly. More hurling to Friendly's then back home where the internet is down hurl to the library which is in the opposite direction of the dermatologist where I should be heading. 20 minutes later, and extremely late, my mom returns with info about her date with a college buddy for ol' times and we skip the dermatologist so I can be hurled to the speech pathologist who assures me I'm doing fine. Hurled home.

I sleep. Then at 9:30 I'm picked up and we go tot Barnes and Noble to see the party in full swing. I'm Team Bella. The best part was my outfit: The Hogwarts Crest and on the shirt underneath is a sign reading: HARRY POTTER PROVED THAT KIDS BOOKS CAN BE OVER 500 PAGES. TWILIGHT PROVED SOME BOOKS SHOULDN'T BE. Abby ripped it up. Mission accomplished. So I walk around spouting my insight on Twilight -haha, I harassed people- and telling them that Edward was a spousal abuser and Jacob was creepy. Then I found the book discussion -AKA love.- I spent my time reminding them Twilight isn't real and arguing with my polar opposite: Jessica. She and I happily argued over Twilight while the crowd booed me.

11:11PM At the discussion everyone begins wishing so I take the opportunity to hop up and down saying "I hope Edward dies. I hope Edward dies." Well the sound they made was extremely appropriate for this party and I'm shocked I had all my limbs after that. They call the A's then the B's I hurry down stairs to make sure I'm one of the first C's and on the escalator I run into Phoebe whose also about to begin waiting. We stand on the second level and scramble in line quickly -ABBY WAS BEHIND ME HAHAHAH- We talk some more with people we don't know but, its exciting. 12:01 comes and my ear drums went.

Did I mention Greg asked me to get him the Abs Diet? Well I searched there system and it wasn't there but, he angrily calls me while I'm trying to help the cashier get all these books done and I ignore it cause at this point thats the last thing they need; a yappy teenager holding up 250 people. Hes furious cause he found the book in plain sight and he hates me apparently. -Still his favorite brother- WAIT LILI!!!! I scramble to find Lili in the line with the E's SHIT shes near the register WHERE IS GREG AND THIS BOOK?? I spot him dash to him and dash to Lili who is being shoved to a cashier. She gets the books and voila mission accomplished. I head home it's only 12:30 and read a 100 pages before turning in. I'll get into the book itself later but right now I've typed out 2 novellas and I need my strength to flip through channels.

-Wow, I wish I video-ed my blog cause I just swivel-danced to some rad Jesse McCartney..-

This post will either get a rennovation on more party details; maybe a another part.. until then.

KCTW

P.S. My friends come home in.. 6 days?? God, the 10th is coming to quickly!!

Gasp!

Oh, no. Oh, no. No. No. No. No. No.

It's Monday!! the 4th!! God, where did the time go? Really God? GOD!! Seriously when did July go into August and then like 4 days.. seriously what happened? Get bored decide to fast forward? Like eh.. you know I think the world's safe for now lets skip ahead to the 4th freak out the people.

Thanks. 

See the last week went from RAWR boring to YEAH exciting.

Monday=RAWR

Tuesday=Lili's birthday.

Wednesday=Kevin's celebratory day with Lili -Mamma Mia and ice cream-

Thursday..thursday. Thursday. I went into the city at noon. Waited for my mothers doctor to make sure she can deal with the craazies and then we walked how many blocks..hm..er..maybe 20 or more-ish. That, food, heat and no water makes for a sicky situation. I won't elaborate. Then to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. -Did you know super heroes inspired art?! AND that dog balloons are modern!?- Back another 30 or so blocks to Ray Bari pizzeria.

POTTERCAST. It was divine. I was alone in a crowd but, sitting there watching got me another check on the list of things to do before I die. They talked, we talked, wizards rocked it was great. My mom.. enjoyed it. SQUEE!! Then they did a game segment called 'Guess That Book' they play and audio clip from one of the Harry Potter books and you.. guess that book. Not so difficult. People win, people lose then they say dueling. Sorry, I just dazed into a wonderful memory of being picked by Frak 'the boy in the blue shirt' sigh.. it was wonderful. I get up there they hand me a mike and they're like we're gonna play a clip and OHHH.. me and the other girl simultaneously realize we're wrong.

John: "We'll play it and you yell it-"

Girl: "Oh, I though you meant like listing things.."

Me: "Yeah. That's what I thought you meant like on old episodes.."

Melissa: "Oh! Like oldschool Pottercast; that's from way back a hundred episodes or something. That good with you guys?"

John: "Old school dueling? Oh right."

Melissa: "It's vintage!!"

Me & Girl: "Yeah!!"

John comes up with Gryffindor students. -we list them-

G: Harry Potter

M: Hermione Granger

G: Ron Weasley

M: Neville Longbottom

G: Fred Weasley

M: Ginny Weasley

G: George Weasley

M: -to John/Melissa- Wait can we use people we just know are Gryffindors or only ppeople we see in Gryffindor..-

Melissa: "Oh yeah, but, no teachers and...-

John: "How about Godric?"

Me: "Haha no, hes a teacher."

Melissa: "Hes a founder!!"

Me: "Right, Charlie Weasley."

G: "Arthur Weasley"

Me: "Colin Creevy"

G: "Pansy Parkinson. SHIT."

-crowd yells cause A) it over B) she cursed-

Melissa: Ah!!! Okay well you -points at me- win. And you.. you got to swear on Pottercast!!

I get a one of a kind pin from Frak -ITS AWESOME- and I sit down. This continues and we see John and the continuity editor Cheryl Klein go at it with spells for 15 minutes and I realize when they said "Sectumsempra!" we all went "OHHHHH!!!" and my mother has no idea why.

What a wonderful day. You can listen to it all at www.pottercast.com -please skip my part-

KCTW

T-T-T-T-T-T-TEASER TRAILER!!!!

I LOVE YOU MSN. 

http://video.msn.com/video.aspx/?mkt=en-gb&vid=bc682eef-e76b-467a-9684-2ffebc997b91&playlist=videoByUuids:uuids:559dc068-6410-4b44-b816-14f629c281dd,986e16ee-2961-4c52-a01c-90794bcf7ec3,3e1ccfe0-654d-4c6f-9b72-3835db18eb77&from=ENGB_msnvideo&tab=s1204298895071&from=today_u21&wa=wsignin1.0&vv=600

GO THERE NOW. I WOULD IMBEDD BUT, I CAN'T!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I'M SO EXCITED!!!!

KCTW!!!

Cause you'll Heal Over.

I'm sorry Cat. 

KCTW

Lili.

-And Chow cause I forgot you!!-

My OBFFL, my bud, my Harry Potter convert. I convinced you to read them and you waited half a day for Deathly Hallows. I was so proud. Have a Happy 15th Birthday and we've got one hell of a week ahead of us.

KCTW

P.S. Chow sorry I forgot your birthday but, I spent it with you so.. that means I feel no guilt right?!

LIVE Mugglecast!

Wednesday.

7 PM -Eastern-.

At: http://www.ustream.tv/channel/mugglecast-live!

Be there. Or be square.

KCTW

P.S. this is more specifically for Lunaka

Call me.

Well let's see:

Kristina

Moe 

Meg

Pando

Katie-Camp

Maria

Chow-California

This leaves me with slim picking that include people I'd usually only hang out with when others are around us. But, wait my shiny beacon: Abby. Oh, shes busy all week babe fine. I'll sit here making up nasty stories about a fictional character I will view as you in order to vent my frustrations. See you Friday for Breaking Dawn, oh I need an appointment? Yeah, right.

KCTW

Sunday Morning

"Sunday morning rain is falling steal some covers share some skin."

Oh, Maroon 5 how you've teased me. For years I've searched for the day when "that may be all I need" but, I've yet to find it. Alas, that's false I have uncovered it today "and I never want to leave."

So "come and rest your bones with me" cause "sunday morning, rain is falling and I'm calling out to you." 

                     "yeah, ahh yeah yeah, ahh, yeah yeah.."

Well I've waited for the Sunday morning where "rain is falling" and I'd get to "steal some covers share some skin" I've hoped and prayed but, Sunday came sunny and rain nowhere to be found. Well at 5 this morning while texting adieu to my friend's as they ventured off to camp I slept to the noise of low thunder. And sitting her at my computer Maroon 5 reminded me of that glorious Sunday I'd been looking for and found.. how ironic the song Secret came on and the first line?

"Watch the sun rise say your goodbyes, off you go."

What did I do this morning at 5 again? I love Maroon 5.

Hope you've got your own Sunday morning rain falling or not. 

KCTW

P.S. "Can they keep it? Oh, no they can't."

Couldn't have put it any better.

One of my dear Lunaka's answers: 

Do you wear contacts or glasses?

I wear glasses.

It's fun to push the frames up my nose with my index finger.

Contacts just don't have that thrill.

So true, so true. 

Glasses wearers unite!

KCTW

P.S. It took 10 minutes for me to get the font back to normal after pasting..

YAY!!

Pottercast's Tour Sched.

July 31:
New York, NY

2nd Floor group room, Ray Bari Pizza
56th St and 3rd Avenue
(With much thanks to The Group That Shall Not Be Named)
6pm start!

This is straight from the PC website -PC=Pottercast- Can you say SQUEEEEEE?!?! The icing on this potterlicious cake? My mom will be in the city on that Thursday

 SQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

KCTW

P.S. If you can't tell IM EXCITED!!!

WHO THE F- DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

So 2 days ago I was playing rockband at Kristina's house and while playing I put my phone down cause it was buggin' me. So when I left, consequently, I forgot it. Oh well.. So today I called Kristina like 3 times trying to make plans so I could get my phone back from her after my speech-pathologist --TRUST ME that will get its own post-- So today I return home and call Moe by accident but, I figure I'll ask if she's joining us and if the maintenance guy fixed her window.

Me-"Hi"

Moe-(sounds of business and random talking in the background 'Wanna talk to him?')" 

Me- "Where.."

Moe- "We're crossing a street bye!!"

Ahhh, they're on bikes prospectively to my house. I call Kristina in a few minutes.

Me-"Hi, are you with Moe?"

K- "Yes, and Meg." (background noises of the phone exchanging hands)

Moe- "WE ARE DOING CAMP BONDING BYE."

-hang up-

I DONT F*****G CARE IF YOU ARE BUILDING A F******G ROCKET SHIP TO CAMP YOU DON'T HANG UP ON PEOPLE YOU ARE NOT EVEN ON THE PHONE WITH. I call again.

Me- "I WANT MY PHONE BACK."

Moe to Kristina- "Oh, he wants his phone back."

Kristina- "Oh, -I'm a douche- you can have it back when I get home.."

Me- "Where are you?"

Kristina- "Meg's. Okay..B..-

I hang up this time. YOU WILL BE AT CAMP FOR 2 WEEKS. I WONT. GIVE ME THE PHONE AND SPEND THOSE 14 DAYS BONDING YOU F-ing MORON. So, you will go home get the phone I will ride to wherever get the phone and either go on my merry way or join you sorority sisters. Strike that. I just want my phone.

KCTW

P.S. Enough is enough.

Avatar.

The words:

Aang 

Katara

Toph

Sakka

Zukko

Avatar's

spelling have all been officially changed to BA.

KCTW

P.S. Ironically the finale centered around the fire lord and I had -have- a fever.

Dear Rose/Albus shippers,

  

If you can't read that it says:

Dear Rose/Albus shippers,

Please not the following diagram. 

-Diagram of Weasley family Tree from Arthur and Molly to Ron and Ginny down to their children.-

Ron and Ginny are Bro/Sis.

Rose and Albus are their kids.

Rose and Albus are COUSIN. 

So...

WHY WOULD THEY GET MARRIED?

Because THAT is -well would be- incest.

Love,

Kevin

-KCTW

-P.S. This is soooo getting sent into Mugglecast.

Date with the Devil.

UPDATE:Yay! I'm back.. from nowhere. So Kristina's cousin B. not quite evil enough to be the devil but, definitely enough like an insect to be a pest. Haha.. ha? Yeah, well he's from Florida and I don't know what water he's drinking but, it is most likely filled with some ghetto, some crudeness, and splash of "I'm hot sh!t" He's overall a fine kid but, he has NO clue how to act around people he does not know. I am -thankfully- not his cousin/brother/distant relative of any way shape or form. So why does he act like we're old buddies and downright insulting me is okay? He is an -cover small children's eyes- ass. If he was not Kristina's cousin that boy would've gotten such a verbal abusing Green Eggs and Ham would've made his head spin. We've all had this though we meet somebody's relative and we act politely plaster on a smile and grit our teeth as they do god knows what. 

Wednesday we decided HEY! We'll go to the outdoor movie at the pool.. with B. 20 minutes into it he excuses himself to the bathroom calling nearly half an hour later with horrible stomach pains, and the news of his departure. All I had to say was "Oh, too bad -mockingly- Couldn't hold his Starbucks?" The poor thing -BRAT- left and oh darn we got no fun times. We saw Wall-E the next day and he stayed silently until seeing some explosion or something he DARES to say "THATS ONE BIG B!TCH". Pixar. PIXAR. 

YOU DO NOT SAY THAT DURING A PIXAR MOVIE YOU INSIGNIFICANT, UNGRATEFUL, RUDE, CRUDE, EVIL, MONGREL OFA  PERSON. 

Gotta stop this update for fear of being caught up at 3 AM.

I promise some serious updates are on the horizon so I'll give you an amuse bouche until then. Kristina -good friend-'s cousin is in town from Florida. He is Jim minus a foot. So this shall be interesting. Also some fun diagrams, and scans are coming this way so BRACE YOURSELF.

KCTW

P.S. Plus a post about rude people.

Doodle.

Made during some Christian rock/ Maroon 5/ Madonna/ Sara Bareilles/ Chatting. I know it's awesome and if you can read it bravo.

KCTW

P.S. Find the hidden shout outs.

Stop it.

You're stalking is scaring off the readers, okay reader. So stop it SP and Lunaka. NOW.

KCTW-Momo

Peculiar.

My increase of time has led to a decrease in posts. This inverse relationship shall be studied. Sorry, until then I'll try to keep you posted.

KCTW

Clarity.

I'm sorry Dad which part of:

"Ehhhhh, uhhhhh.."

"Meff.. I don't.."

"I just wanna..."

Signaled to you LETS GO OUT TO EAT. Cause I see no part which throws up that flag. Meaning.. I'd rather sit at home eating takeout then go out to eat at some random restaurant where it take 90 minutes to get food; and we'll be sitting there all alone as the 12-year-old bread boy hovers over us unsure of what he's supposed to be doing. 

AKA. I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT TO EAT SO STOP FUCKING BUGGING ME.

KCTW

Did I forget?

UPDATE: No summer enrichment. Too many volunteers. An oxymoron at its finest.

July 1st was my birthday, and in all the madness following it I neglected to talk about it.. well that is to come. Along with 

Journey at a Day Camp: 

Tales of a Volunteer: 

The Chronicles of Summer Enrichment:

A Saga of a boy

It shall be an enlightening series of posts about my volunteer and a day camp in my town. 2nd- 5th graders wooo, feel the excitement. Until Monday.

KCTW

P.S. The J.A.A.D.C.T.O.A.V.T.C.O.S.E.A.S.O.A.B. might not happen do to well, I never actually 'signed up' to volunteer but I didn't last year and that worked out.. expect everyone wasn't getting 'WE DONT NEED YOU' letters last year.. well we'll find out won't we!!

Well someones awake somewhere..

Ah.. insomnia, your fickle friend. How we've toyed with each other over the years. You've kept me up till 3 AM. You've made me think I've been up till 5 AM. We've danced through dreams and zigzagged through z's. Why do we do this? 

Over the years I suffer from self-prescribed insomnia. The time on the blog will probably read incorrectly but it's currently 2:30 AM. I have the horrible condition I will christen lack-of-follow-through. Why? Cause I will be exhausted. Yawns by the dozens and blinks by the second. But, I can't shut my f-ing mind up. NO it just goes and goes and goes. talk talk talk talk talk. Refusing to let me to my desperately needed sleep. It's horrible. 

Body: "SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP."  

Mind: "Yeah, but think about that story how funny was it.."

Body: "I DON'T CARE I WAS ON MY FEET ALL DAY"

Mind: "C'mon it wasn't.."

Body: "3 MILES."

Mind: "Really? Remember that time we.."

Body: "OMG, JUST SHUT UP OR I'LL.."

Mind: "What?"

Body: "Tear up a Harry Potter book."

Mind: "YOU WOULDN'T"

Body: "I would now STFU."

Mind: "Remember in chapter.."

Body: -Throws pillow onto head and plugs ears- 

Mind: "Fine.. be that way."

Wow, I guess even at 2 AM I can't help but be funny. And completely arrogant that wasn't funny. And really harsh. And moody. And.. you know what I think it's time I stop typing and go drink some warm milk.. mm.. that sounds good. Hopefully I get extra -yawns- (YES!!) drowsy from this. This blog will probably become my late night haven of insomnia and my desperate pleas o get all my thoughts out in order to help me sleep. Maybe I'll make this a daily activity a short blog post before bed to let out all my thoughts.. that sounds nice. Well, that's all for today and tomorrow is going to be one AWESOME day.

Sweet Dreams

KCTW

P.S. The amount of edits I went through with this due to lack of focus was fairly amusing.

Sundays, Secrets, and Suicide.

Help somebody help somebody.

I found one way to track down my blog!

I was thinking WAIT what if someone has already wrote about Namichade? To google.

My results.

No worries, I guess.

KCTW

P.S. So now I can crush a hopeful writers dream, AND get a reader all in one search. yay.

P.P.S. Yay, one more result with this tag.

Do I look thick?

See, heres the thing. One of my big pet peeves is when people lie about things I'm smart enough to figure out. Example One: MY friends ex-boyfriend claimed he was in France. I said no hes not. I looked up flight scheules and asked 4 people what they'd heard. His little brother told my sister they went to Pennsylvania. And the fact that he was texting us at 4AM and his "flight stop" was in Iceland.. it was hands down the big HEY LOOK AT ME IM LYING sign.

No one believed me until I came up with hard evidence. Some still doubted until he finally confessed. So people don't try pulling the wool over my eyes because I'm smart enough to pull it apart. What brought this about you ask? Kristina. Today we had 'plans' to play Rock band which she got on Sunday but, apparently were just not gonna play. Why? Oh, no reason just were not. I smell something fishy. I text her. Nothing. I call her Nothing. I IM her on her phone. I get a "Hey, I'm watching Degrassi G2G bye." Hm.. why on God's green Earth would watching TV stop you from talking to me. 

So what does my instinct say, shes out with someone doing something that she doesn't want me involved with. And instead of telling me -Hey, I'd be slightly annoyed but, not angry like NOW- she decides avoid avoid avoid is the correct path. NO that is a path to HEY B!TCH TRY BEING NICE TO ME NOW. So explain yourself with a legitimate reason  or keep lying.

It's your funeral.

KCTW

Lundi Secrets.

Something rather impressive occurred today. On my daily troll though Post Secret for the comments approved by Frank i decided to go to the French Secrets. I figured this one out. The top was simple French "I am lost." the next bit i knew as "I search.." But, the human aspect of me took over and I immediately did an out of body translation as "a purpose for my life." I was almost completely right it's "a direction for my life" -roughly this is free translations.com so it's shaky- 

Hm.. so my french is getting even better. Or is it my compassion for other? 

KCTW

10 days!!

My birthday is in 10 days!! 10 to 15!!!

(fist pumps and dances)

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Fixes tie)

Now, back to your regularly scheduled sarcasm.

KCTW

Dated:5/7/08

A fallen friend- Ralph

ha. Back from finals -I passed- and well.. I got some bad, no horrifying news. A junior Ralph Hilado took his own life early this morning with a bullet. I saw the facebook group and went "Wait who is that?" I did some research and realized "Oh, he's on cleaning crew" He and some red headed kid always came into our conflict room and ignored our "YOULL GET A SLIP"s I never -in the handful of times i remember-  can remember seeing a sad kid. He was always smiling, joking, our making someone laugh. He seemed like one of those overall happy kids. The general Chaminade consensus follows. No one understands how this happens. 

It's tragic. Some people said "I saw him hours after comps and he was going to the city and I wanted him to wait cause I was going to but, he left."   I cant imagine how it must feel to know "Hey, if I had made him wait or gone with him maybe I would've changed something" the guilt and anxiety on that persons shoulders is unbearable. Many people saw him after comps he spent most days doing cleaning crew so no one thought anything of it. All saying he seemed normal they wished him a good summer and went home.

But, sadly early this morning he stopped his own life for reasons unknown. It's horribly sad and my thoughts and prayers go out to him, his family, and anybody who knew this wonderful kid. And especially to anyone who saw him and now must bear the weight of the "What if.." don't play that game with yourself. Also to one of his closer friends Brian whos birthday was yesterday, the last day of school.

So, this is what the other side of blogging is like.. I think I'm ready.

R.I.P. Ralph Hilado

6/20/08

KCTW

WHAT TIME IS IT?

SUMMER TIME!!

Guess who WILL be back?

Me!! Yep after 5 grueling -haha- finals finally French finishes the forum of finishing.. yeah don't know where I was going with that.. sorry. So after oh.. noon tomorrow  expect an enormous post just gloating about how I've finished freshman year. Awww..I'm not a frosh anymore. We'll save that for tomorrow, so until then.

Au Revoir!

KCTW

Dad.

Happy Father's Day.

You Movie going, Entenmann's loving, lunch making Dad.

I love you.

KCTW

A Vacation.. without the fun

Yes, yes. You heard right I'm going on a tiny blog vacation. Not for any particularly pleasant reason.. unfortunately. No, it's because..finals. -gulp-

Wells comps. Which are aptly described on Facebook as:

"Comps- Take an SAT without the breaks, and section that isn't counted; make one of them for each subject you have; put these six tests 6 days in a row; make each of them worth 1/2 your overall average and 3 hours long; take all of this and you have somewhat of an idea of what hell truly is."

Mm..how I wish i was kidding you. No exaggeration is included in the above description. 3 hours. 6 days. Half my grade. So Thursday begins my journey down the road to hell. Next Thursday the end. So if you don't see me till a week from Friday it's because I'm so mentally exhausted I cannot possibly type a sensical word OR I'm so physically exhausted i cannot type. period.

I might write up some stuff to be posted during the week.. in between hours of studying.

Wish me luck.

KCTW

Quatre Ane pour une secret.

Four years for a  secret.

That I can understand.

In French.

I want to be a size zero

-But I'm not rather strong-

and then to become a mannequin.

Well, I did know what it said until translating and noticing I'd thrown in some words. Maybe next year. Until then,

Bonne Nuit

KCTW

Is it normal to be so f-ing mad?

JIM. The most.. AHHH I WILL KILL HIM ONE DAY. SWEAR TO GOD.

He comes down stairs while I'm audio chatting with my friend:

Jim "Kevin what did you do today?"

Kevin: "Nothing"

Jim" It was gorgeous out."

Kevin " It was ninety degrees out" -friend points out it was ninety four-

Jim "So why didn't you go and do something?"

Kevin -shrugs-

Jim "Why don't you go to the park?"

Kevin "And do what with who?"

Jim "who're you talking to?"

kevin "Kristina but, she can't do anything."

Jim "Okay then call up your other friends Kevin."

Kevin "They probably can't do anything"

Jim "Call them"

-pause-

Jim "Seriously, get a life."

Kevin "OH YEAH ILL GET RIGHT ON THAT"

Jim "GIVE ME ANOTHER WISE ASS REMARK AND I'LL BE THE LVING SH*T OUT OF YOU"

Kevin -tried to control himself

-minute later-

(While walking upstairs)

Jim "You're such a waste."

Kevin "IM A WASTE OKAY" -rips out head phones and end conversation with friend- "I'M THE WASTE CAUSE I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TODAY CAUES I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE IT"

Jim "You're over reacting. A waste is just a name for people who waste the day."

Kevin "AND A F-ING A**HOLE IS A NAME FOR SOMEONE WHO ANNOYS PEOPLE ABOUT NOT DOING SOMETHING EVEN THOUGH IT WAS GORGEOUS OUTSIDE."

-Jim walks away-

Let's break this down.

Kevin " It was ninety degrees out" -friend points out it was ninety four-

NINETY DEGREES I opened the door at about one today and felt the surge of heat. Sounds like oodles and oddles of fun.

Kevin -shrugs-

Jim "Why don't you go to the park?"

• A) It's 90
• B) I don't feel like it
• C) Everyone is busy
• D) I DONT WANT TO 

Jim "Okay then call up your other friends Kevin."

-Jim LOVES to push the fact that I should hang out with other people besides who I usually hand out with. I GO TO SCHOOL WITH PEOPLE I NEVER HANG OUT WITH. I"M COMPLETELY CONTENT WITH SEEING THEM THEN AND MY FRIENDS ON THE WEEKENDS. Needless to say I'm tired of this topic.

Jim "GIVE ME ANOTHER WISE ASS REMARK AND I'LL BE THE LVING SH*T OUT OF YOU"

-And I'll have fun explaining this to Mom, Dad, and every relative and person you know and work with. Try explaining to your boss why you beat up your 14 year old brother or living that down with your roommate next year.

This happened 5 minutes ago. I'm still furious and my blood is still pounding unnaturally. Jim annoys me so much. He need to go back to school. And LEAVE ME ALONE.

KCTW

P.S. And pay me the money he owes me.

Endings.

-Note this was started in late May but, for obvious reasons I postponed it-

"Nothing gold can stay." Never so much in my life has that fateful line from the Outsiders resonated with me. Endings, for all that begins the end is inevitable.

Why so gloomy? Well endings have been anything but far and few between this past week. Some tragic, some exciting, and some just bittersweet. But, there is a purpose behind them all and a reason each happened. Let's go.

Bittersweet. The End of VMK was bittersweet. 2 years of, often inconsistent, devotion was all proved frugal when Disney decided that the year of a million dreams mantra was a joke. If you didn't hear, no surprise, Disney decided that it's virtual world VMK, opened solely for the 50th anniversary, would shut down. Fans across the world cried out "Why!" and THEY fed us bullshit about the project never meaning to go into its 3rd year. Well hey sherlock THEN WHY DID YOU LET IT? No one was forcing you to update everything weekly and create new and better things constantly. You shot yourself in the foot and are now blaming the kids for it. The biggest speculation behind this is that Disney has recently created many other online worlds with 'pat for play' features. VMK is free. So the Disney machine has gotten revenue from all the in-park quests, hotels, and parks but none directly from the game itself. So pull the plug.. hey stupid MAKE IT PLAY FOR PAY. I heard so many people say I would stop paying more such and such if VMK was PFP. Obviously no one at Disney has common sense. That game was fun but, I often got bored. Oh well..

Exciting. The end of college was exciting.. for Greg. Last Saturday I go the pleasure of driving up to good ol' Poughkeepsie to watch 692 kids graduate before greg did. It was great, really it was. Sun beating down my neck, no breakfast in my stomach, peeeerfect. It was kind of cool though seeing him graduate, but the diploma comes in the mail... sureeeee Greg. And then a forever ride to god knows where for dinner. A 45 minute affair lasted 1 1/2 hours with 9 people and a voiceless waitress. Overall the experience was fun. I got to FINALLY see his apartment it was fairly nice. And got to see the stairs PLENTY of time with boxes and shelves and drawers in my arms. 

Tragic. The end of.. of Trevor, my dog.. was.. was tragic. Oh, god that was difficult. The Beatitudes should be helpful but, just annoying really. Those who mourn will be comforted. Ehhem!!! Over here, mourning waiting.. for the comfort. Anytime soon, no? So how did it happen? 4 Am I was woken "We're going to see Trevor" Ok, well he was really sick so this makes sense cause we'll be at Greg's graduation (YES It happened on his graduation day) Hmm.. little did I know. An hour off runny noses, wet eyes, and sad faces left me exhausted. No comprehension. No thinking. No nothing. The day was so exciting and filled with activity no one turned on the light switch in my head, until the car home then it was clear. Unfortunately clear. 9 years had ended, forever. I wished I could've stayed at Marist permanently the thought of going back into that house was unbearable. A week went by where every spot had his furry face. His bowl was in the sink for the last time, his leash on the steps not be used again, and my mom I guess in her own therapeutic way threw out one of his stuffed animals, well OURS but HIS. I returned the bunny to its place and moved on. Horrible. But, the horizon wasn't soo daunting a new puppy would be arriving. Not for me but, for Abby a golden doodle named Mae, part Golden Retriever, how perfect? I guess for every door closed another opens. I haven't told my friends except one who my situation I had to. I don't intend on doing that for a while, if they notice I'll explain but its not their burden to bear. The wound is raw, the healing has yet to begin but it will. I hope.

KCTW

The End.

Some motivation and Some things to do.

The previous post was done via- 43 things. A site that lets you write down and keep track of everything and anything you want to do. I have 28 right now but, 43 is 2 weeks away knowing me. This seems to be that boost I needed cause as we can ALL tell I have not been you to my normal over-active blogging prowless. Maybe it's finals.. who knows life's been so crazy. And I'm 14. (Only for 27 more days though.)

I still have some posts in the editing process one quite deep and special I've put off specifically. Let's face our fears and let's dive in. 

What do you want to do?

KCTW

P.S. I promise you after finals I'll be back. 

P.P.S. I got a phone. Yeah mommy!!

In general- #1 from 43 things

This is the beginning. The beginning of the beginning. Of a wonderful story. A brilliant adventure. A an eye opening experience. I know the ride’ll be bumpy. But, I’ve got a seat belt.

So 43 things, or 28 for me. I’ve got only so much time to do them in. I give me.. 7-8 years? tops. I know this’ll be forgotten by next June but in 2 years I’ll refind it and have to re-list half of these (hopefully) cause my life’ll be even more complete (completer?)

So thing numero uno. Write out all my stories, idea, and books i think of. I’m creative I have the gift of word. Song.. not so much. Art.. closer but, no dice. Words, syllables, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters define me. I write in my head constantly the words flow beautifully and naturally, correctly 90% of the time. So its time for me to FINALLY get these thoughts down and I already began.. only the rest of the book left. I’m gonna need my trusty pal Abby’s help.

Hope I enjoy the ride.

KCTW

P.S.  See more progress on: Write out all my stories, ideas, and books I think of

Need something to punch.

JIM.JIM.JIM.JIM.

(Did I not mention HE is my brother?)

ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

JUST SHUT YOUR F-ING MOUTH BEFORE I PUNCH YOU SO HARD IN THE FACE YOUR COCKY OBNOXIOUS I KNOW IT ALL LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME B-TCH FACE IS PERMANENTLY DENTED.

ARGHHHHHH!#@&%#@&^#%

Sorry about that where was I? Oh, JIM. So Jim greets me this afternoon with ALMOST wonderful news. That cellphone I've been longing for since my previous one broke is here. WELL not the one I was longing for basically a 2001 rip-off my grandma uses this phone-phone. And sorry if I sound like a whining brat but HERES THE THING.

2005-I get my silver-no camera nothing cool phone. I love it I charge it I care for it and we're the best of friends. 

2007-at a christmas party a couch eats the phone and it's lost..

UNTIL 2008-February brings me back my phone!! 

BUT 2008-March crushes the 2-yr old phone and it's deemed useless.

3 months I've been begging people with pleas of "Can I borrow your phone?" Cause NO one in my f-ing family is bright enough to get me one. THAT is why Jim's news was exciting till he explained the phone. But, none the less..I was happy.

UNTIL. Jim is like I know you didn't want this phone (Hey, look he is semi-intelligent)  So what phone would you want. WAIT your texting was crazy. I told you to stop 4 months ago and you kept doing It.

-I didn't have my phone it was lost

-No it wasn't

-4 months ago? It was broken actually

-Kevin NO When I told you about your texting..

-That was a while ago

-Whenever I told you-

-Sorry I was confused

-DON'T GIVE ME THAT BULLSH*T

-OKAY?!?!?!

I really had made a try to cut out texting quite a bit, but he claims the bill read the same

(NOTE: During the 2yr period I had the phone NOT A SOUL told me the most minute detail about my plan so to me my texting wasn't outrageous until month 23 when I was told)

So, i continue my search for a phone. The Glyde. Pretty, flippy, and touchable. Jim tells me it's probably too expensive at 250. This is where I begin my fit of punches. This year I've been the best kid in this whole F-ing family besides Greg who graduated. I applied to my high school. GOT IT. (WHICH JIM DID NOT) WENT. Left my friends, towns, and freedom of EVERYTHING for this damn school. I've held a solid 93 avg at a school where the standards are twice as high as Public School. And Mr.Took 4 courses and failed 2 senior year feels the need to preach TO ME about things being to expensive. HE DIDN'T GO TO PUBLIC SCHOOL AND INSTEAD WENT OFF TO A 20,000 A YEAR HIGH SCHOOL. The son of a b*tch doesn't realize how much of a greedy prick he is!!!! 

I agree 250 is SLIGHTLY outrageous but, damn it I AM WORTH IT. So I find another phone and he's like yeah thats wayyy better. Like Kevin my phone is a work phone and- STOP STOP STOP Let me break down Jim's phone history for you.

-first phone -broke

-second phone -lost

-third phone -something

-fourth phone -kept till sold it for

-fifth phone -which 2 days ago went flying off the top of his car

So the phrase "The pot calling the kettle black" SPRUNG to mind readily. Like really Jim a WORK phone. YOU'VE HAD A JOB 5 DAYS. SO DO NOT TRY AND PULL THIS SH*T ON ME BUDDY. Then he brings up the texting again OH SHUT UP ALREADY. And as he walks upstairs hes like I say max 200 cause you lost your phone and broke it and your texting.

"BUT, YOU DID HAVE IT FOR A LONG TIME." YEAH JIM 2 YEARS LONGER THAN YOU HELD A PHONE.

I really want to punch him in the face sometimes. When he's older I'll send him this.

KCTW

P.S. told you i'd be back soon.

While I've been out.

I know I know it's been a while. About a week or so, and some hectic life's to blame. I promise posts are in the work. And another just came to me. Expect updates during the week or early morning/late night.

Oh god, imagine finals.

KCTW

Friday. Friday.

So, its 8:30.. on Friday. Yeah, and uh.. me? Oh I'm just uh.. hanging out. Bored.. out of my mind. 

After a slightly hellish week you'd think I'd appreciate some peace and quiet. But, no I was looking to see a good movie (with an expected but, not delivered trailer) instead I'm stuck at home waiting for the god damn Spring Fling to end. I'll probably throw up when I see the DOZENS of facebook albums. Stupid Public School.

On a sadder note I regretfully have to say my puppy dog, Trevor, is sick as a dog. 106 fever and a trip to the animal hospital confirmed our thoughts of illness. None of us enjoy this seeing as over the last 9 years we've never had anything like this luckily. I pray he pulls through this safely cause otherwise.. let's not go there. Ironic seeing as Abby's puppy arrives in a week or so. A golden doodle. Really what kind of awesome name is a Golden Doodle!?!?! A poodle and a golden retriever (like my dog) Seriously it's a golden ball of curls. 

I really don't know how I killed so much time doing nothing. Worrying tends to do that right? Well, heres to Trevor. May he live for A LOT longer cause pooh bear needs a companion. So, how are you bringing in the end of the week?

KCTW

50. Time for presents.

I didn't promise treats but, heres some anyway. A little tidbit of the story bouncing in my head. It's basically a cheap HP rip-off but, its not going anywhere till I tell it. 

This is my desk before anything. About 45 minutes after I began writing. You know how I love procrastinating. Aren't my glasses lovely?

The after photo?

Voila!   

                                                                       

The beautiful character chart of one Miss. Samantha Gray. If you actually have the power of capability to read that I applaud you cause I can barely read my own hand writing. I shall point out the finer things for you though.

Samantha Nicole Gray

Born November 5th 1992

Lives in Nadrien Connecticut

Family

Samantha Catherine-Sean Ryan (d. 1996)

                

Helen Kate | Jamie Clarence | Samantha Nicole

             Alyssa Kristen | Courtney Meghan

Theres a whole slew of stuff on each character. Including Freida Samantha Sr.'s aunt. Her name is taken from a real person and her relation to Sam is VERY similar to someone I know. I say no more. Until number 100.

KCTW

This is the hump?

So it's Wednesday, or as its affectionately called hump day. Well my hump day was uh well.. flat. J'explique.

Studyhall

Studyhall

Studyhall

Social Studies

Lunch

Studyhall

French

Religion

Math- notice a pattern?

Yes, I today received the loveliest gift ever. No, not money or my book finished. A TRIPLE studyhall. Cause Mr.Caso AND Mr.Flood were absent. SCOOOOOOOOORE. Besides the fact that I ran out of things to do it was pretty damn awesome. So tomorrow? Hopefully, A Science test back. (Class Avg. of 77 expected grade: 93.) Then oh, I think a Social Studies Quiz, maybe something here and there but, other than that nothing much.

One thing was odd about this 'flat' day though. It was brought to my attention several times that "You're in a bad mood today." When realistically I felt down right perky. What was so different? Sarcasm. I'm shocked people don't recognize this flavor of me yet. 

Hoping its all downhill from here.

KCTW

P.S. I think my next post is the 50th.. right?

Monday Monday.

Rain. Wind. Lack of Sleep. The ingredients for one woooonderful Monday, no? Let's break this down shall we?

My favorite phrase IN the ENTIRE world. "Kevin, wake up. It's Monday morning." TO ALL PARENTS. If you do not want your children to hate you/need therapy do NOT ever ever ever ever say this to them at 6:45. It's just not the greatness motivation in the world to go on. But, as I realized "Nothing can end until its begun." So I begrudgingly got out of bed, John mayer and z100 helped but, the rain and wind. Were NOT cool. Bus. Homeroom. English. Music. 

Science. We watched a 'short' video and added with the time it took to hook it up it killed the entire class period.. which I spent catching up on lost sleep.  Mr.Flood didn't notice. Social Studies. Lunch. 

Studyhall. I ACTUALLY FELL ASLEEP. For like maybe 25 minutes? Seriously I was woken up and I was like WAIT!! Was I really sleeping?? My drool all over my hand said 'yes' poor Joe. My intense breathing must've been horrible. But, it prepared me for..

Gym. 55 situps/1 minute and a single pullup. Rounded off with some t-ball. Overall the day was good, I also got to harass Steckmister who continues to think I actually care/listen to/take seriously what he says. Which, includes "Shut up." "You're so gay." and "Don't talk to this kid." With my wide range of sarcasm the boys was in little bits by dismissal. 

How did you survive Monday?

KCTW

P.S. I lost sleep cause I saw Iron Man @ 8:30 last night. Stay till after the credits. Trust me.

P.P.S. 50th post is the next one.. what to write about. OH, I have ideas.