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