Best. Day. Ever.

NOW, I don't know if I should tell you about the best day I've ever had or my dream day.

Past tense:

I could look up the date itself but, it was the day Potter Cast came in NYC and I was there. Why?

I threw up on the sidewalk.

Burned myself with pizza.

Walked 3 miles in the sun.

Got someone to CURSE on Pottercast.

You know. Why bother telling when I can show.

PotterCast Episode 162.

I saw Harry, a History BEFORE IT WAS PUBLISHED.

Won an old school duel, for a custom pin.

Got a shirt, and ANOTHER free pin.

Saw Frak's Pellegrino.

And just a lot of totally nerdy PC things happened.

*sigh*

Only 15 days until it happens again.

Squee.

To Happen:

I'm banking on June 20th when I get to share Potter Cast with my friends.

KCTW

Fooooood

Aha, look what I found. I've been setting these things to post in like 2010. Hence the not-posting. Now, here are 3 posts.

The three bases of my food. Waffles. Crackers. Bread. (not Rye, never Rye)

The three toppings. Peanut butter. Jelly. Cheese.

The three extras. Syrup. Chocolate. Ketchup.

I could probably live off of that and mint chocolate chip ice cream. Yeah, I'm the healthiest person I know. Sadly, not that big of a lie..

KCTW

Womp. Womp.

For every high there is a low.

So, what makes me depressed. I can safely assure you the entire book Deathly Hallows is one depressing chunk of literature. Now, when I first read it from 1 to 6 AM on July 21st I didn't cry. Mainly because I was to tired to fully comprehend what each word meant. And partially cause I stopped before the really sad stuff happened.

Here lies Dobby, a free elf.

*sobs*

Freeeeeeeeed.

*cries*

COLIN CREEVY.

*uncontrollable hysterics*

No, Jo. What's wrong with you. No one dies in a wizarding war. THEY DON'T. They're wizards. Noooo. That whole book put you in a depression for days on end until you pick up the first book. *swoons* Oh, the first book. But, to sad things.

Weirdly enough I don't think I get sad mentally, only physically. Like whenever someone dies I don't feel sad. They died. It's natural. It's spiritual. It's fine. But, everytime we get to the point of goodbye it's a water work. When my grandma died over the course of 15 steps I went from calm, and collected to a blubbering mess in front of everyone I know. I sat there like:

'C'mon, what just happened? Stop crying. Really, if you hyperventilate like this you'll pass out. Calm down. No, really. Body, you're freaking me out. Stop it.'

It's weird. I totally accepted it would happen mentally but, the innate human emotions still took over. Matter over mind. Some of my cousins looked fine. Like it was a usual thing. I was torn between yelling at them and asking them how they could do that. I hoped it was because they bawled uncontrollably yesterday. Who knows.

So, let's see. Deathly Hallows and, death. Kind of. Not really. Jo, has definitely (along with going to Catholic school) turned me into a very accepting person of death. Thinking about it isn't sad. I didn't bother telling people my grandma died. Just because I knew they'd be sad cause it was a death. She was a great person and if they read about her in a book they'd be amazed but, in this context they feel like death is a bad thing. It isn't though. We can't just think 'They're gone. Feel sad.' there has to be more put into it than just what we think we have to do.

This just turned into a monologue on death, not sadness. For another day.

KCTW

These are a few of my favorite things...

So, what makes me happy when skies are gray?

Good question. Let's see.

Harry Potter.

Jason Mraz.

Mythology.

Carnivals.

Christmas.

OH, and getting stuff. Not like receiving it but, understanding something. This has been the year of aha's in French. Everyday I have "Da Vinci Code" moments where suddenly a bunch of obscure things come into play and what do ya know. I'm parlez-vous-ing Francais.

It's just that great feeling of working and working and working and SNAP it all makes sense. No more head scratching cause now the light bulb is on. In Euro today we were taking a test about the period between WWI and WWII and he had us define 6 words.

in german.

I got a few here. A few there but, one I had no idea. So I stared at it and what did I see? poli.

poli. polis. metropolitan. politics. polite. police. POLICE.

THE GESTAPO. Eureka! I got it. Just an overwhelming feeling of OH YEAH. I RULE. WHUTNOW?! came over me and I wished I could've high-fived someone. Le sigh.

So aha's make me smile everytime. 

KCTW

Gone.

On Sunday I saw this tweet:

OMG. RT @baltimoresun 4 people have been found dead at the Sheraton in Towson, near the mall, according to WJZ.

The article was about a family of four (mother, father and 2 daughters) that was found dead in their hotel room near Baltimore. There were no names. Just bodies. I thought that's awful. How did that happen. They're just found dead? That's so odd.

The next day I got home to a number of Facebook statuses reading RIP Parentes. I thought wait, not one person a whole family. What's going on. Then I put it together.

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/local/baltimore_county/bal-hotel0421,0,6042331.story

The family lived about 2 miles from me. They had a daughter who goes to school with my sister. There other daughter was good friends with my friend's sister. You always think of these things as a freak incident. Tragic stories of tragic people. Something that just happened to that one family. An outlier. But, when it happens to your town it's different. Like it didn't actually happen. Things like that don't happen. Not to you. Or your town. It happens to the outside world. But, in your perfect bubble of suburbia murder-suicides don't happen. Families don't just die. Neighbors don't just fall off the face of the Earth.

But, they do.

People just die. It's not always glamorous or drawn out. It's not after battling cancer. Or a gun battle. Sometimes people just die. Sometimes they're so unhappy that they figure the following life must prove easier than this one. So they leave. But, this time misery loves company so a whole family left. Gone. Their house empty. A shell of the life that used to live there. Beds won't be slept in again. Cars won't be driven again. It's empty. stark. blank. 

They're gone.

So, I didn't know them. But, it's like September 11th. Not everyone lived in NYC. Or knew someone who died. Or knew someone who could've died. But, that didn't stop the entire nation from coming together. This is Garden City's 9/11. Everyone in my town knows that we are cliche. Happy. Bright. Nice. We have BBQs and Christmas parties. We go to the pool together and tee-ball games. All the kids go to school together for 8 years. The picture of perfection outside the big city. Dad on Wall Street. Mom in the kitchen. Kids outside playing with the neighbors. But, things can change. Towns can be broken. The status quo falters. And, we don't know what to do.

How do we recover when a family is gone.

We'll find out. We have to.

Rest In Peace, Parentes. 

KCTW

P.S. I can't shake the fact that I stayed in the hotel they died in. Another thing you never think of. Someone dying where you've lived. It is a small, fragile world.

Just (verb).

Dada doodoo.

Gonna be okay.

Just dance.sing.read.laugh.actridiculous.

We all have it. That thing we do when we're alone in our room after a bad day and need to release. Some of us punch things. Some of us huff. Some read. Most of us have that song.. that we don't like to admit it but we love it. And, at 1 AM we get out the ol' iPod as to not disturb anyone. Then we blare it.

and dance. 

(Some MUCH better than others)

There is a tomorrow but, its not coming until after you dance into a stupor of sheer ridiculous. To a point where you are fantasizing about telling that guy who pisses you off to go f*** himself. Then you picture yourself dancing out of the building in the street with strangers. 

Then someone knocks on your door and tell you to go to bed right now and to knock it off.

Lately dancing and singing had become a constant in my life. Always humming, whistling, singing, mouthing, moving. I read more when I get pissed off. Like just sitting down and being like HECK YEAH this book kicks ass. Then of course I brush my teeth to a medley of songs (which is wholly useless cause it never gets done right) by Jason. So, its 2 AM I'm wide awake. And life doesn't suck. I should be worried. I'm not. So, I'm just gonna.. DADADOO.

D-d-dance. dance. dance. ju-ju-ju-just dance.

So, go do nothing. But secretly go dance.

KCTW

P.S. You know you want to.

"IN YOUR FACE" moment of the day

Bonjour,

It's time to pull a Wayne's World and go back in time to.. the Friday before last.

Gym class.

We're playing volleyball and I got put onto the team with this boy, D, and you know. Hes this type that thinks he a biiit more awesome then he truly is. This goes for sports too. And, trust me this boy has enough physical.. size that he is obviously not awesome. But, let's get to the issue. So, we're playing 4-on-4 teams (which works because then its funner) and the rotation is really simple. 

It's a square.

YET, he is convinced that every time we move he needs to inform me of where to go. 

"Kevin, move forward."

"Kevin, move back."

KEVIN, KEVIN, KEVIN.

It's kind of this thing where its like GAH, fur realz? Do I look challenged? I can go in a SQUARE. We all take geometry for Christ's sake!! 

He also has this complex that he is hands down the best person on the team.. which isn't saying much because everyones basic approach is to simply directional smack/set the ball over the net. They have control but, the form is off so I won't complain. Yet, D, thinks himself above the conventional rules:

1) Play your corner

2) Don't run around the court

3) DONT LEAVE YOUR CORNER

He thinks that wherever he is needed is the right place to go. If someones there he won't hit just move in that direction. Leaving his area open and as an easy point for the other team. He also is the weakest smack/setter because he either:

1) Hits it waaaaaaay off the intended course

2) Tries to hit it when its obviously going behind him ending in it just being tipped and spins above him

3) Generally sucks

As you can tell I'm generally sick of this kids I RULE attitude. So, today when i was stuck on his team again for volleyball with 6 person teams this time I managed to STFU him. With this:

(He continually ignores the useful pattern and moves into the middle [where I and another person already are] and causes us to lose many a point. I finally move into his spot and a ball goes right where I was)

Him: "KEVIN, YOU'RE MIDDLE."

Me: "IF I'M MIDDLE THEN WHY ARE YOU STANDING NEXT TO ME?! PICK A SPOT!!"

-silence-

Mission accomplished.

KCTW

Lesson Learned

HIYA,

So, when you're wheezing in the lungs every morning for a week, getting very cold, feeling mucusy, and generally bleh you probably shouldn't spend for hours dancing like an insane person.

Well, thats only if its not MOE'S SWEET SIXTEEN. 

Cause if that's your reason feel free to jam out totally. And even though the DJ got us all to scream '...like a bitch!' in front of a bunch of adults it was still insanely fun. Moe didnt write her speeches so they were.. unique.. ly awful that is. Apparently she does a lot of stuff with everyone. Didn't know she was such a busy girl. Her blue mermaid mini-tutu-dress hybrid was fun to comment on. The food was the kid's menu at any local food place so all of us were EXTREMELY happy. (Again, 16 year-olds are not that sophisticated. Though, we all were in snazzy clothing.) My catch phrase of the night turned into -cough cough cough while dancing- "I'M DYING!!" followed by a bunch of startled faces. 

The best part of the night while getting ice cream:

The man serving: "You're Kevin."

Me: (extremely WEIRDED out) "Yeah.."

TMS: " I know your brother."

Me: "OH GOOD. Cause that would've been really creepy if you just knew my name."

TMS: "I actually know your whole family."

Me: "Oh, well that's okay then."

Ahhh, what a super sweet sixteen.

And, since I didn't say it already 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOE!!

KCTW

P.S. I should probably go take my 4th shower in 36 hours and take yet another nap.

Good Job!

365 days.

127 posts. 

A post every 3 days.

For the kid from Long Island who just made this blog to release his inner monologue. 

GOOD JOB!!

So, one year. God, what the hell have I whined about for a YEAR? School? Friends? Life?

Idk, to all 2 of my followers (who are internet buddies) hopefully I'll post more and be a HELL of a lot more interesting.

Teenagers should all have blogs. No one should read them ALL. But, its a good venting tool.

So, until.. tomorrow.. Thanks for reading.

KCTW

P.S. NOW ITS TIME TO PARTY.

NO WAY

OUR 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY IS IN 2 DAYS.

HOW CRAZY.

A say a week of blogging.

Hmmm..

KCTW

Abby.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were just being a bitch cause of your hormones.

I didn't think you had a concrete reason.

That is why I was a total ass to you when you talked to me again.

I wish you gave me the reason so I would've known being AN ASSHOLE IS THE WRONG MOVE.

You know that you've hormone-ed out on me before and that I don't like it. 

PLEASE, don't hold it against me that I assumed incorrectly. 

I'm sorry I was a fucking doucheassjerkholeidiotretardtoolbag.

I hope you realize I NEVER would've done that if I had known.

I'm sorry.

-Kebbers

Dear Crazy,

I dont like you that much right now. Cause:

A) You didnt believe me when I told you my GRANDMOTHER DIED

B) You didnt believe me when I said I dont get a late bus

C) You didnt believe me when I said my parents cant pick me up

D) You told me I should've been prepared.. for my grandmother's sudden death

E) You made me miss my bus

F) You've basically done everything within your power to fucking piss. me. off

SO, Mr. "Crazy" Russo-Alesi go fuck off.

By the way, I kind of hate you right now.

KCTW

Grr..

This is why I shouldnt be allowed on the internet at 1 AM.

Abby:

"Abby: i found out my prom date asking me was just a half ass attempt to:
1 avoid going with someone else
2 have an easy yes and
3 get in a girls pants
so
since walters said some things of less than honorable nature joe is getting all defensive and is gunna try and get walter to back off and like either
a- not be an ass
or
b- take someone else"

Alright, Walter and Joe are both boys Abby knows through riflery. Walter is taking her to prom.

Me:
"I never used them but I do own bats"

I am DONE with guys doing this to Abby. So, fucking done with it.

Abby:
"i can fight my own battles you know"

Me:
"even butch cassidy had the sun dance kid WAIT that makes me the sun dance kid.."

Abby:
"and joe is like i want to punch him in the face"

Me:
" Joes not allowed to be protective yet and JUST cause I said so"

Joes been coming on really strong lately and I've always said its generally weirded me out how intense hes gotten. So, this to me is a toe-ing the line.

Abby:
"i told him what you were saying about walter and vinny he told me to tell you youver got the right idea"

Dont ask me to reason why that got me pissed off as hell. Its just that I've been dealing with boys pulling shit on Abby for a year. I still want to punch Vinny (her ex) and a bunch of other sleeze bags really hard in the face. So, Joe giving me this 'you've got the right idea' bit is so fucking patronizing and aggravating I told Abby I want to say this to Joe but dont:

"YEAH, you know buddy I think I should be giving you advice seeing as this is my like 6th time around the block and you just got past the stop sign, junior. So, sorry if I dont FAINT at your encouragement, really nothing personal. "

I'm fucking mad at this guy. Probably cause I'm exhausted and working on my instincts to protect Abby and that every other guy I dont fully know is potentially a disaster waiting to happen. And, I dont like being treated like a fucking 9-year-old.

Abby:
"heres what Joe sent me: '...i'm going to brainstorm a few different options like I said, we'll see what i can come up with, and sweet heart you my dear are like no person I've evn had the prvelege of knowing and I thank youfor being so great I've nver spoken toanyone as much as I speak to you and I turly love eveyr minute of it and I couldntimagine whta my life would be like without you, you're perfect, goodnight and sweet dreams my love.'"

My reaction internally: BUDDY YOU BETTER BACK THE FUCK UP CAUSE I KNOW DOUCHE BAGS YOU WALK LIKE YOU, TALK LIKE YOU, AND ACT LIKE YOU AND IVE SEEN THEM DO THINGS TO ABBY THAT MADE ME WANNA TAKE THEIR FUCKING SCALPS AND TURN THEM INTO SOCKS FOR THEM TO WEAR IN THEIR CASKET, SO IF YOU HAVE AN OUNCE OF SELF PRESERVATION BACK UP. SHE IS MY WIFE. I CALL HER SWEET HEART. I SAY I LOVE HER. AND YOU GO TO ME IF YOU WANT HER. GOT IT?

Abby and I pretend we're married, and we love each other and everything. I could never date Abby so shut it if you were gonna say that. So, other boys she JUST met saying this and not wanting to date her after I've worked 10 years for this requires such a blow up in my eyes. And, I totally dont belive they dont want to date her.

I said to Abby:
"He needs to back the fuck up. BTW, because of his bat comment if he asks you out I lose total respect."

Cause it'll prove my theory correct. We talk randomly and then she says:
"Yeah really.. for a moment there I was starting to think you were angry might get a chance to be genuinely happy with someone who isnt a douchebag."

Oh, times I've been told I'm being ridiculous for thinking the way I do. And the time I've seen her crying over some boy. Yeah, Abby this is all a conspiracy for me to ruin you life. Totally.

Not like IM PROTECTING YOU OUT OF LOVE.

KCTW

P.S. This is totally theraputic.

40 days of blog.. kind of

HOLA,

I'm baaaccccccck.

(dramatic entrance)

Alright then. Nice to see you too.

(awkward pause)

So..

It's Lent!! Which for you Non-Catholics/people who have heard of but don't exactly get Lent is the 40 day period before Easter.. ya know.. the thing with the bunny? and eggs? Yeah? That one. Us Catholics have these 40 days leading up to better ourselves. Usually by giving up something.. like smoking.. drinking.. or other nefarious things. Me?

I'm gonna write. Everyday. 

Not here. God, no. haha. I'm gonna write either in my novel which, I've officially started and have (mumbling) done in it OR maybe a random story about anything. I just need to get the creative juices going to jump start the year of writing. I have high standards for my novel this year. Not sure what they are yet. But, they're high.

BUT WAIT, theres more. I am going to post here 3 times a week. Monday, Thursday, Saturday. Sunday Wednesday, Friday. Whenever I have something even relatively blog worthy I will post cause again I need to write. Nothing is better than.. wait..

Alright. That's about it. The vlogging is still going strong. I've already converted 2 people to blogger and me and the bellaisajellyfishers might be starting a blog together. Who knows. Maybe next we'll start a website.

Ha. Yeah. Right.

KCTW

P.S. I have a chapter done.

OMG, a vlog..

Every Wednesday.

KCTW

VLOG PROJECT.

So, I just got done with finals and vacation. Which both explain my absence from the blogosphere. But, with 2009 comes a new way for me to blog.. through VLOGGING. With 4 of my friends every Wednesday of the year.

Guess that means no more hiatuses. Oh damn..

Now I think this will encourage me to blog here EVER more. I just realized that our 1 year anniversary is in March. I know.. when did 2008 decide to fast forward. I'll miss it..

IDEA. Besides my vlog (and my podcast which we're working on again) I  think I'll look back at 2008. Maybe I'll even provide some info on the story I'm working on. Cause lately I've been getting the itch to write out a chapter.. or 6.

Happy New Years

KCTW

P.S. Here's a link. See you Wednesday!