You don't know what you do to me.

"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I'm saying" ~Oscar Wilde

I'm finally finished with school for this semester! YES. I am so excited for this summer wagon to kick off and start rolling.

I mean, it's just--I LOVE school, but it really feels good to get away from it, for a little while at least.

21 Thoughts

I wonder if I'll ever get to France.

I wish I had some money in my wallet.

Should I go to Walmart this weekend?

What would I look like with blond hair?

I want to make tacos tomorrow.

I wish I hard someone to run with me.

What would it feel like to jump from a 30 story building into a tub of pudding?

I want a horse.

I want to name my horse Em.

I want Em to be grey and fast.

I wish Em was real.

If I had Em, who would teach me how to ride him?

Would Em step on my neck if I fell off of him?

The only movies Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson are in, are sports movies.

Why am I watching "The Tooth Fairy"?

A Klondike would be really good right now.

How old is Gwen Stefani?

That was random.

I am SO playing soccer tomorrow afternoon.

I'm running out of thoughts...

OH! Last thought: I like cake.

Well, I think that's it for tonight; I'm soo ridiculously tired.

Sleep tight, Happy Summer, and close your eyes and imagine,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 74 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my Head: "Fall for You" by Secondhand Serenade
What I ate (that I remember): Mini Bagel, Pizza, and Hamburger Helper.

Ecstatic, it's almost electrifying.

"The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience." ~Emily Dickinson

Sorry I've been a little AWOL lately.
It's just the finals and the annoying people I talked about before; but I guess that was already an excuse that was used.

Well, I'm basically DONE with my finals, and I feel very great about what I did. The questions seemed to come so easily it was CRAZY.

AND GUESS WHAT?

TOMORROW is my LAST day of school for the rest of this semester. I am so... ecstatic.
LEGIT.

Well, anyway, today was so weird.
Everything moved along so slowly, it felt like I was trapped in a Floridian suburb... if that makes any sense?

My stomach also seems to be acting VERY bipolar. Okay, so maybe this weekend, I had some extra Chinese, and just a little bit too much candy, and those cheese doodles probably weren't the best idea... BUT I just took two Tums and then relief... 2 seconds later, pain.

Bleh, it hurts.

I'm sorry I seem lifeless. It's just the jolt of "NO MORE CLASSES" is almost squeezing all the possible creative sparks of five-star literature and making it into an endless stupid banter pulp.

Sorry.



This makes me crack up hardcore.

Well, the lack of inspiration has caused me to succumb to stop this post before it becomes a complete train wreck.

So, in the meantime, keep your friends close, throw meatballs at people in striped t-shirts, and always go out of your way to step on a perfect-for-stepping-on leaf,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 78.6 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my head: "My Paper Heart" by All-American Rejects
What I ate (that I remember): Seasame Chicken, Rice, Soup, & lots of other stuff.

Even the brightest stars, eventually burn out.

"Trust is like a vase... once it's broken, though you can fix it the vase will never be the same again." ~Anonymous

I'm sorry it's almost like I've disappeared. And to be truthful, I really have been doing those small, unneeded tasks people do when they are home without plans.

Like vacuum the hallway. And watch "The Karate Kid." And fall asleep at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Or take a shower a few times a day.

Summer vacation is only good for one thing: getting away from it all.

But when you are like me (anti-camp), and your mother's car is constantly having problems (preventing me from being dropped off at my grandmother's), and you've done about every possible thing to obtain your interest--you can conclude: Summer Vacation is boring.

Now I know, about any Guido, beach bum, camp-junkie, and about 3/4 of America's population will tell you: "SUMMER RULES, DUDE."

May I just say, they said dude?

Point given.

Anyway I've basically just being hanging around my house. Watching Rachael Ray in the morning and sitting around reading the rest of the day. I've also seemed to be drawn to the dusty keyboard in the corner of my room a lot, recently. Figuring out chords to songs *cough*DON'T STOP BELIEVING*cough* and just playing them over and over again. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the next "Greyson Michael Chance"?

I'm just as pale as your neighborhood albino lifeguard, and it's so weird. I purposely don't put sun block on, sit in direct sunlight, and NOTHING happens. It's just the albino-lifeguard blood then, huh?

Oh how I wish I had a pool. A nice in-ground square concrete pool. Complete with a diving board and a painting of zebra on the bottom. That would be nice wouldn't it... now if only it were real.

Don't you hate when people are trying to compare a movie to their life?
They are always like, "Kayla, you know that movie, Say Anything?"
I answer, "Why, yes, I do. It's great..."
Then I'm cut off, "Don't you just WISH that a guy would do the boombox-thingie in REAL LIFE?"
I just want to go up to them and scream, "WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK THE PEOPLE IN SAY ANYTHING LIVE? "FAKE LIFE"?"

Yes it may be fiction, but it is a portrayal of life.

Tune in for Cake Boss, stay away from drugs, and don't step on my blue suede shoes,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 72 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my head: "Telephone" by Lady Gaga
What I ate (that I remember): An apple, pizza, and some chiken nuggets (oh yes, be jealous).

And I hope you find it, whatever you are looking for... but, would you PLEASE shut up?

"The road to truth is long, and lined the entire way with annoying bastards." ~Alexander Jablokov

Lately, most people who talk to me, just seem annoying. I don't know if it's the insane temperature drops and then gains, or the cafeteria's milk, or maybe it's just the fact that finals are starting on Thursday and it's just stressing me out.

But when certain people open their mouths to speak, all that comes out is loud drunk monkeys and car alarms.

I wish I could shut it ALL off.

This morning, I wake up. Straighten my hair. Ate a granola bar, and then got to school.

Well, I mean I was driven. But I still got to school.

Then about a thousand--well, more like 10--people attacked me, and out came the drunken monkeys and car alarms.

I just couldn't take it. I wanted to scream. I want to BITE them all. I mean, I bet they taste horrible... so maybe I won't.

But I DID do this. In the middle of math class (where we had a substitute that they were taking advantage of) I just stood up and yelled, "DO YOU NOT REALIZE OUR FINAL FOR MATH IS ON FRIDAY?! IF YOU'D JUST SHUT UP, MAYBE YOU'D REMEMBER THE STUFF ON THE WORKSHEET. IF YOU DON'T YOU ARE GOING TO FAIL!"

And just like that, I had silence. For about... 10 minutes. But a nice quiet 10 minutes indeed.

Tonight is the night of that Academic Recognition, and it's in like, 40 minutes. So after this I am definitely going to have to change into something, "professional and presentable". I was just talking to my friend Jess about it all, and we're probably going to end up sitting next to each other so that we aren't so bored.

Either way, just having to sit there is going to be boring.

It was surprisingly FREEZING this morning. I had to grab a coat. GASP. A coat in June? Yes, a COAT in JUNE.

It's a messed up world.

I'm really going to A) Be late because I'm blogging.
B) Late because my mother has to find her camera (please, no, no no!)
C) Late because I am making this list... So I guess I better go.

Never say never (OH, WAIT, TOO LATE), keep your achy breaky heart intact, and get rid of the eyebrow piercings,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 75 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my Head: "Faithfully" by Journey
What I ate (that I can remember): Cereal, Granola bar, a cafeteria hot dog, and some crackers.

HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS.

"I've been making a list of things they don't teach you in school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing." ~Neil Gaiman

Oh, school.
The tragic pit of endless "This is how you do this...," and "...You'll definitely use this after you graduate."
Sure. I'm 100% going to NEED to know when Abe Lincoln was assassinated to buy a house and I'm going to NEED to know what a mitochondria does in the cell to buy groceries.
That is the most true statement ever. Can't you just taste the sarcasm. If you can't, well, then you need to be less of a Pollyanna and except that the world is not perfect.

I hate how teachers try to cram a bizzilion homework assignments into the last few days. For instance, I LOVE my Social Studies teacher. But, she is giving us a HUGE review packet and my final in Social Studies is on Thursday.


My Finals Schedule For this Week:
Thursday:
Science Final, Technology Final, Social Studies Final.
Friday:
Art Final, Math Final, and Reading Hall Final (Bleh).
Monday:
Skills Final (Not a Real Final, Band Final, English Final.

I am so ready for finals, because I am so ready for school to be over. Monday is the last day I have to endure, and then it's summer sun until the very end of august.

So the Relay for Life event?
It went well.

We got there at around 10 am to set up our amazing blue tent and our posters and all that jazz. Wow, I just said "all that jazz".

I walked around the track about 40 times before my first break. Then we flew kites, and some horribly, disgusting guys tried to show us how to do it. Like we were wimpy, fragile flowers. Well, my friend Erin got 3 kites all the way unraveled by herself. Take that.

We explored the lower floor of the college the event was hosted at, and escaped from the night guard by 0.000000001% and thank GOD we did. Otherwise we'd be in BIG trouble about now.

There was food, and fun, and it's a great experience for a great cause. So next time, I highly recommend anyone and everyone to attend one.

The only thing was, we were still walking @ 1 in the morning and then it started to pour when we were sleeping and the tent wasn't repelling the water well, and I got SOAKED on half my body.

But other than that, it's freaking awesome.

I have an Academic Recognition Assembly tomorrow night. What that basically is, is an assembly where the school hands out certificates and plaques to those who have obtained either: Perfect Attendance, Honor Roll, High Honors, or Principal's List. Then we go to the cafeteria and eat ice cream.

Speaking of Ice cream, I had a track sundae party today, and until the second I stepped into the building, I forgot it was today. And by then, it was too late to get my uniform. So coach told me to bring it on Thursday, oh well.

Screech like there's no tomorrow, Follow the yellow brick road, and Read some Shakespeare,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 77.8 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my Head: "High School Never Ends" by Bowling for Soup
What I ate (that I can remember): Ice cream, corn on the cob, salad, LEFTOVER porkchop, and fruit loops.

WHERE IS THAT FREAKING SLEEPING BAG?!

"Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion... I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward." ~Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Okay, so I am going to a Relay for Life event tomorrow. I'll post something quick about it tomorrow, but here's the basics. We go as a team (there is like, 12 on my team) and someone has to be walking on the track at all times from 11 am tomorrow until 8 pm the NEXT DAY. It's going to be a long long time. But, I'm expecting to have lots of fun.

In school, I got to miss 2 periods of class to sit at a table and raise some money for the cause. Our group is supporting Ovarian and Cervical Cancers, because my Aunt had Ovarian, my friend Ashley's mom had Cervical, and my friend Kendall's mom died from cervical.

We raised $21.90, because we're almost as awesome as Spose.

I have a lot of small packing to do, a sleeping bag to find, and ipod to charge, change to pick up off the floor, a shower to take, and some where between that I have to sleep.

I have a lot on my plate.

Speaking of, I must be going through a major growth spurt due to the fact that all I want to do is eat pizza ALL THE TIME.

I back hurts, I'm really bloated, my camera is full, I'm agitated. I need a vacation. Anyone have a yacht? I'm being 100% serious, too.

So, being the beloved Band Geek I am, I was on that sheet music plus website, and I was going through possible concert material. There was a freaking amazing 80's flashback piece. It seems so fun and amazing to play, so I'll have to request it to my teacher next year.

Next year...
Oh God. I have 3 days of classes and 3 days of finals. Yikes. Where have I been? Someone must have hit me in the head with a metal baseball ball and left me in a closet to only listen to the Animal Album by Ke$ha for about 4 days. Jeez. I really need to pay attention to my calendar.

Well I REALLY NEED to get in the shower before 11 o'clock tonight.

Skip the doughnut, Don't copyright, and say "Hi!" to any and all random strangers on the sidewalk,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 80.4 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my head: "Party at a Rich Dude's House" by Ke$ha
What I ate (that I remember): A slice of pizza (told you, it was needed), a pork chop, Rice, Spinach--so I can be as strong as Popeye, and some Pudding.

FREAKING OUT.

"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness." ~Allen Ginsberg

OHH MYY GODD.

We got a freakin' GOLD! Yes, A GOLD rating at NYSSMA Majors. I think I am going to puke. Out of happiness and astonishment, of course. Or maybe it's that Burger King I was forced upon out of spite and the colorful advertisement hanging up on that wall.

Well, whatever it is, I am still freaking out.

(INSERT CRAZY LOUD HAPPY SCREAMING!)

This is insane, and as a 100% bandee geek, I'm so proud. I think everyone did great. (Well, obviously, otherwise we would've failed epically and got nothing.) Even though someone, you know who you are *cough* Dayna *cough*, hit the triangle before they were supposed to (:

This is how everything unraveled.
Got to school.
Went to 1st period.
After that, headed to the Band Practice Room.
Got on the Big Old Swagger Wagon.
Rode on it for about 2 hours.
Got of the bus, oh sorry, Big Old YELLOW Swagger Wagon.
Practice in a vacant band room at the high school we performed at.
Got the A-OK and headed up to the auditorium.
Everyone was absolutely silent. We sounded like moving zombies, minus the moaning, wrecked clothes, and barely-there-skin.
We played, or conquered.
Got back on the Big Old Yellow Swagger Wagon; Went to Burger King...

There's a lot more but it would take a LONG time to fit it all in, and I still have to hop into the shower.

I had this, "Oreo Sundae Shake" and a small order of fries at the Fancy gourmet Burger King. It came with this amazingly huge blue straw, and no matter how perverted this may come out, it was hard to suck up the ice cream with it.

Play with illegal fireworks (or not...), Wear a fedora and say you are the R E A L Michael Jackson, and never ever eat a prune,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 82.5 Degrees Fahrenheit (P.S. This temperature made the bus about 90 degrees; I was dying.)
Song I can't get out of my head: "Heaven Can Wait" by We the Kings
What I ate (that I remember): That crazy Oreo Sundae Shake. 'Nough Said.

If you lie, you don't deserve to have friends. If you lie, you don't deserve to have them.

"You never really know your friends from your enemies, until the ice breaks," ~Eskimo Proverb



This may be hard to read, but it IS from the infamous site formspring, where you can

A) Leave rude, great, nasty, smart, vulgar, lovely, cruel, and/or heart-warming comments on people's profiles.

B) Ask them a question.

C) Start some serious bull crap.

AND you can post all of the choices anonymously. Which, can lead to this:


*It's not me (:

(And if you want to see the picture of the comment left for me, click on it, it'll get bigger.)

Up until that I thought I was having a good day. Way to ruin it.

Right Now, I have piles of hair piled up tightly with fat claw-clips.
Why?
Because I am scrunching my hair overnight, duh.
Again, Why?
NYSSMA Majors are tomorrow, silly. I have to look presentable.
Oh... what is a NYSSMA Major?
The NYSSMA Majors is basically a big competition for school bands to perform. You go, you play your music, you get scored, and could be awarded a bronze, silver, or gold rating... or the shamed nothing.
I see...

It's tomorrow. We get to leave after 1st period, Miss the rest of school, Go out to lunch (Because Burger King is sooo gourmet), and then come home.

Well, anyway, my hair is making me feel like Ke$ha.

It's the freakin' most awesome feeling in the world. Except for the fact that my hair frizzes out at the drop of a hat, and it'll probably frizz tomorrow no matter how much product I pour onto my scalp.

Surprise, surprise, Kate Gosselin is working on a NEW NEW NEW reality show.
Not a surprise: I will 125% not tune in to watch it.
This woman needs to find a career that doesn't center around the fact that she gave birth to 8 kids. She was on Dancing with the Stars for God's Sake. I mean look at that 19 kids and Counting (maybe they hit 50, it's definitely possible) show... 19 versus 8. This may require a calculator.

Don't be late for your very important date, enjoy those Brussel Sprouts, and spread the love with a Boombox (*cough* Say Anything *cough*),
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 81.6 Degree Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my Head: "Newport Living" by Cute is What we Aim For (Hence, today's title.)
What I ate (that I can remember): Taco Salad, Raviolis, and a hanful of some Good and Fruitys.

You can travel the world, but nothing comes close to the golden coast.

"...If you can make a girl laugh-you can make her do anything..." ~ Marilyn Monroe

Happy... Tuesday?

Have you ever felt really connected to someone, and yet, you can't work up enough courage to say anything to the said connected-to-someone because you're afraid of rejection?

Well, so is this girl right here. Any advice? Oh wait... I forgot, no one reads this yet that I know of.

Well, it was extremely humid in my school today. I had to roll my jeans up (to the dress code's appropriate length.) after five minutes of sitting in first period. I love the heat, honestly. I'd take a day at the beach any day... but when the air feels heavy and sticky, I'd rather be in an igloo.

I really have nothing important to say.

Kayla's reasons for being dull and arrogant:

a) She's been cut off from her daily dose of music and sugar.
b) Dramatic happenings at school, that she definitely DOES NOT want to get into.
c) Liars.
d) Maybe it's just the damn humidity?

And wow, all of them appear to be true today.
You lucky people you, I didn't even have to lie.

"I can't believe it. They forgot my f***ing birthday,"

How can one express there own self-love for 80's film through and Internet blog posting? Like this.

I LOVE SIXTEEN CANDLES, FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF, BREAKFAST CLUB, SAY ANYTHING, PRETTY AND PINK...

I'd continue, but I don't want to bore you too much.

Nothing interesting seems to be appearing in the world at all right now.

I guess the humidity is getting to everyone.

Be jedilicious, Drink all your delicious aspartame Diet Coke lovers, and stop lying,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 80.2 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my head: "The Fame" by Lady Gaga
What I ate (that I remember): Waffle Crisp Cereal, Chiken Nuggets, A LOT of water.

"We live for the fame, fame, baby the fame." ;)

"Surprise, Surprise. It's about a Jonas Brother."

"Life is about having a great time." ~Miley Cyrus

As it was represented through Miley's, in my opinion, mind-blowing performance last night @ Rock in Rio. If you listen carefully to the beginning of the clip above you'll hear Miley say:
"This song is about two people who will always come back to each other no matter what anyone says or all the bad people who try to keep you a part. It's a personal story. Surprise, surprise its about a Jonas Brother."

I also love the fact that in between lines she said "You didn't hear that."

But other wise, Miley's performance was amazing. Her Joan Jett medley was really great too. She's really grown up *tear*tear*, & she'll say DAMN and HELL in any of her songs no matter what the soccer moms say.

I didn't think I was going to be able to post this tonight. There was a giant crack of thunder during the afternoon and it basically shut down my Internet for about 3 hours.

So I watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off in the living room with my twin, and ate Rice Chex Cereal. Because we're fly.

We also had the most extreme water gun fight ever.

I had the super-soaker and DRENCHED him. When he stole the super-soaker from me, I filled an empty milk-gallon container with water and DRENCHED him some more. So I guess that makes me the Ultimate Extreme Water Gun Fight Winner.

Be pretty in pink, fly to the moon, and eat a Taco,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 83.8 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my head: Halo by Beyonce
What I ate (that I remember): Burger Hot Pocker Side Shots, A Chicken Sandwhich, And orange sherbert.

What'choo Talkin 'Bout, Willis?

1968-2010

“I parody myself every chance I get. I try to make fun of myself and let people know that I'm a human being, and these things that have happened to me are real. I'm not just some cartoon who exists and suddenly doesn't exist.”
~Gary Coleman

Gary Coleman died on the 28th of May from an Intracranial Hemorrhage, or bleeding within the skull or brain.

He will be missed.

So, today. I felt sick this morning and could not attend a Pancake Breakfast with the rest of my family. They went and ate and enjoyed warm pancakey goodness with puddles of syrup and crunchy bacon... while I was sprawled across my bed with a case of stomach cramps. Since they went to the Breakfast, they didn't go to church, and I missed Sunday school for the 4th week in a row. They also went and did laundry and I was too tired and crabby to do anything, so I just moved my location into the living room and onto the couch.

Ahh, Sunday morning ABC FAMILY always cures the cramps.

I sat through and kind of enjoyed the Sandlot 2. I mean NOTHING will every compare or even come close to the original, but at least it didn't wreck as bad as Grease 2.

Then I got up, and made some toaster waffles. The Goonies came on, and I was in heaven. The Goonies has always been one of my most absolute favorite movies of all time. (It's right up there with The Perfect Storm and E.T.) And I mean, two words: TRUFFLE SHUFFLE.

Later on, we barbecued. And I am the opposite figure for a BBQ. My brother is perfect for it. He has piles of macaroni salad, burgers with cheese, lettuce, buns, baked beans, and a few hot dogs. While I, have a plain burger (no bun) and lots and lots of salad. See, I told you I'd been fine as a vegan!

Stay out of detention, Think Like Yoda, And Proclaim that You're on a Boat,
Kayla.

Current Temperature: 78.4 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my Head: Don't you Forget (About Me) by Simple Minds
What I ate (that I remember): Lettuce, A Hamburger, & some watermelon.

Yard Sales, I hate you so.

"Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic." ~Anonymous

Memorial Day Weekend. A time for remembering, Eating hot dogs and watermelon until you can regurgitate a bathtub's cubic volume of chunks, and yard sales.

Oh, I hate yard sales. I mean, I understand the point of them, and I have also been a part of several it's just... no one really wants your crap. Plates, stuffed animals, old weights, books that no one has heard of, Candle holders, broken blenders... I mean seriously, if you didn't want it, what makes you think anyone else in the tri-state area will?

We must have stopped at eight in two hours, and I'm pretty sure my mother only bought two things. My twin brother, Joe, just HAD TO buy the $0.25 plastic gun for creative purposes. Sometimes I can hardly believe he is my double.

Every once in a while you can find something good and cheap. But WALMART is on roll-back steroids right now, and the Salvation Army is as good as any thrift store. And honestly, what happens to the items not purchased? Do you throw them away? Re-gift them? Yard sales are a waste of sunshine, time, and effort.

We stopped at a local Pizzeria afterwards and Joe got this ridiculous P'zone type stuffed Pizza and it must have weighed the same as an overweight Chihuahua. My mother and I got into a stupid fight about money I received from my grandmother (I think I wanted my exact change and she wasn't giving it to me at the moment? PMS is the only explanation.) in a card--$30, cha-ching!--so I basically bolted out of the restaurant and sat on a hill outside. This hill was covered in clovers, weeds, dragonflies, and any other insect thinkable.

I must have gotten over it eventually, and there was an art fair across the street that we went to.

My neighbor makes signs (quite well, actually) and he and his wife were there. Some painters, sketchers, artists in general. Most of it was pretty cool too. There was also this woman who made necklaces and pins out of glass (here's the link: http://www.reflectedfire.com) and I thought they looked AMAZING, so check her out.

Current Temperature: 78.6 Degrees Fahrenheit
Song I can't get out of my head: "The Reason" by Hoobastank
What I ate (that I remember): A Twist (Chocolate and Vanilla Ice cream, Duh) Cone and a Virgin Pina Colada.

Take your vitamins, Use mouthwash, and Git-R-Done,
Kayla.

...Hello.

How does one come upon starting a new blog?

I never really liked writing "About Me"s, so let's cut to the chase.

Hey, my name is Kayla. I, like any female of my age is trying to discover myself. I throw fits, get angry, get even, and sometimes do things I am forced to confess to God while sitting in my closet throwing everything around. But, hey, we all do something (or a couple of things) we probably regret. That's what the Internet is for, right?

Let's just say: I am NOT popular, and for one, am glad for that. I play clarinet in the school band; read constantly; listen to Paramore and country music; am probably the only girl in my entire grade who doesn't wear skinny jeans; eat ribs like an overweight, greasy 40 year old man with a balding scalp and only one tank top that STICKS to himself... but then I feel bad because of the abuse cows go through while being slaughtered. I LOVE to watch chick flicks (One of my favorites is Never Been Kissed); Ke$ha is my inspiration on life!; I own a fuzzy, purple computer chair that I sit-and-spin around in for minutes upon minutes. I purposely bought a red American Idol coke cup replica to drink from while watching the show and I do kickboxing tapes almost everyday. I'd go vegan if my mother would let me, and I am an avid cereal-eating-machine. I personally think Cheerios are the best creation since, well ever. And I am probably one of the only students in my school who thinks that you DON'T need a cellphone to live... but on the other hand, I think that about the Internet...

I have an opinion. Some adults praise me for my outlook and awareness, while others think I should "slow it down". I love SNL, and hayleyghoover. My favorite colors are green and purple, and I've wanted to dye my hair red since I was 10 years old. It hasn't happened yet. I'm stuck in a town with a population of less than 500 and everyone knows each other. Gossip spreads like a wildfire, not only in the high school--but the supermarket of all places. It snows mountains of white in the winter, and reaches 90 degrees in April. The thunder is loud, the lightning shakes the neighborhood, and the trees are taller than Leonid Stadnik*.

The girls obsess over Justin Bieber and Taylor Lautner, while completely trying to avoid the fact that they'll never date them and that they should focus on not failing science. Guys are either perverted, sick in the head, to cool to be seen with anyone but their posse, thinking about the football game they saw on TV last night, thinking about the untouched left-over lasagna in their fridge waiting for them when they get off the bus, or not being able to bear sitting through a lecture on rational numbers, when they know that they HAVE to beat their old high score on Super Mario Party 8, or they will be shamed as a total 'loser' by their already nerdy friends.

I enjoy singing and playing piano, but I'm not in the school chorus and I can only play "Chopsticks", "Minuet in G", "Waltz", The Star Wars theme, "Tik Tok", and the intro to "A Thousand Miles" by Vanessa Carlton. I watch tons and tons of YouTube videos. Gotitans999 has taught me SOO much about the piano and of course, fiveawesomegirls is amazing. My friends say I can sing above average and that I should join choir with them, but I really don't want to be singing Michael Jackson for a whole auditorium of parents. Sorry.

I run a lot. I participate in the school running teams yearly. Cross country in the fall, Indoor track in the winter, and Outdoor track in the spring. My track team-mates and I have written COUNTLESS raps about current events and pop culture; we're hoping to post some on YouTube on a later date. My favorite pizza toppings are Pineapple and Ham and I don't drink soda anymore. I am on the Principal's List/Very High Honors list and like tee shirts that make fun of current affairs (for example: http://snorgtees.com). My favorite shoe brand is Converse, and I like to add my own flair to the shoes themselves. I decorate (some would say destroy) my jeans with fabric paint, until they look like they've been revived from 1988 and re-bought at the Salvation Army (which is one of my favorite places to shop, ever). Some people love me others hate me, you can decide for yourself which path you choose to choose.

Current Temperature: 77 Degrees Fahrenheit

Song I can't get out of my Head: "Young" by The Summer Set

What I ate (that i remember): Jolly Time Popcorn and A bowl of Cheerios.

*Leonid Stadnik is a REALLY extremely tall Ukranian man, Google it.

Spread World Peace, Eat some Celery, and Save Ferris Bueller,

Kayla Carcone