Cavestockk.

Clean up crew! :)

Cavestock was a success.

However, we had to move it inside at about 7:30 on account of the rain. The two remaining bands had to play inside (Animal Jacket was freaking amazing and I want them to put out a CD) and then we watched the movie and then had a dance until about 10:30 and then the student council cleaned until 11:23-ish and then we ate cheesy fries and went home completely exhausted. Whew! I can't even walk today. I'm so tired. But I had so much fun.

Today I will be attending a birthday celebration for my best friend. I can't wait. But first, I have to clean my room. Heh....

Have a very enjoyable Saturday!


Much Love & Spontaneity,

Katherine

Winding Down

Ohh...

Can you feel it?

It's almost here.

This week is coming to a close and I'm going to have the time of my life tomorrow. I can't wait for Cavestock.

Cavestock: A large celebration similar to that of Woodstock at a High School level. Bands will play, food will be provided, sidewalks will be chalked, pictures will be taken, sumos will wrestle, feathers will be attached to scalps, and lives will be ROCKED.

I haven't written anything substantial and filling for a couple of weeks now. I feel like my blog has lost its sustenance. I promise some writings soon. Life has just done gone and exhausted me.

I hope you all are trying your hardest to pass everything and if not, don't worry about it. :)

Be happy!

Much Love & Spontaneity,

Katherine


P.S. I'm back. And happier than ever :)
Thanks to those who were genuinely worried about me.

Worst.Day.Ever.

You should be well aware that most girls use their blog as a place to vent. I am no different. And this day was awful.


Let us begin shall we?

It all started when I woke up.
It was gray and dreary outside, I woke up feeling sick, as in, my throat was so sore I couldn't talk, and my head felt like someone shoved stuffing in every available opening.
I had to walk to to bus stop, I had just survived the busiest weekend of my life, I knew that this week was going to be incredibly stressful, my hair wasn't working out, I was kind of dressed like a boy (it was wear your favorite band t-shirt day today and I felt less than feminine as it was a black t-shirt), I forgot to bring bagels for Journalism, I am behind on my 350 point project in Web Design, in U.S. History I ran out of water and my throat decided to become all dry and crackly and felt like it was scabbing over. We watched movie clips about Presidents in a warm, dark room and my stuffy head was swimming as I tried to stay awake. I couldn't eat lunch because I had eaten only candy in all my previous classes. By 4th period I was just ready to put my head down and disappear in a hole for the next month. After school I had to wander around to the surrounding neighborhoods and warn them about Cavestock that is on Friday and my allergies were slaying me as the cotton just kept flying. I hitched a ride home with my soul sister whose happiness is only contagious for so long when one insists on being so pessimistic.
Then I came home to my mother saying, "We need to talk." Which is quite possibly the worst phrase in any language. She and I then had a conversation about my math grade which lead to questions like, "Who are you? I don't even know you anymore!" and "Are you depressed?" After trying to explain to her that when a teenager is stressed, questions like that don't help, I had to go help my friend study for our President's test tomorrow. I drove to the library and called almost every single friend I wanted to talk to about how sucky everything was going and

NO ONE ANSWERED.

We studied at the library for about an hour and a half and I fell asleep on my backpack for about 10 minutes and then I had to go home. As I'm walking out of the library I see a white piece of paper stuck to my windshield. It said,

"You need to learn to park :("

I kid you not. Angry face and everything.
I was like,

"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME????!!!!"

None of my friends answered their phones the long way home either. I've never felt so thoroughly alone before.

I went home and complained to my mom and asked why people could be so mean. I mean, I leave notes on people's cars that say "Good luck today!" or "Smile!" and I drop pennies all over the ground in hopes that I make someone else's day lucky...Why the cuss do people have to be so rude!?

Then I went upstairs to change into my sweats and upon entering my room, I stepped on one of my favorite pairs of earrings and spent 5 minutes building up the courage to yank it out of my aching foot.

I am currently typing a 5 page research paper after completing a 6 page math packet. Oh, just remembered, I have a test on everything we've covered the entire year in English tomorrow.

Joy.

Worst Monday I have ever, ever, ever, ever experienced.
It takes it all. The gold medal, the biggest trophy, the cake, the largest "I Hate Life" ribbon in history.

No love and the most negativity I can muster,

Katherine

Exactly How I Feel.

These tears stain the wood
Like cups and condensation
I am bound to you
I cannot break the situation
He's every subject
Of every song
Like the wind carries
He moves me along
And the shadows I can't run from
They won't let me go
He's the ending of a story
That I'll never know

He's electric
Can't forget it
Yeah he's electric
Don't forget it

Sometimes he fills me up
Sometimes it's such a shock
This is more than I bargained for
More than I would have bought
You still look at me
With well acquainted eyes
As the memories come flooding back
In a field of butterflies

It's electric
Don't forget
Yeah it's electric
I can't forget it

I know there's hope in there
But I wanna walk away
He's says it's bright in there
Even in lighter shades of grey
And though it looks like rain
I'm not gonna cry
As the seasons are changing
In your heart
So will I
I will fly

Electric

Oh yes the seasons are changing
Ohh yes the seasons are changing
I'm burning up
I'm burning up
I'm electric

Tristan Prettyman-Electric



What do you do when your past conflicts with your future and it brings you in circles again and again and again?

Head in the Clouds

At least,

My head would be in the clouds if it wasn't pouring outside.
Actually, what am I saying? My head is always in the clouds. Rain or shine, anytime. I love the sky. Someday I will learn to fly like a bird and I will get away from this place and live somewhere warm and sunny. Or at least visit.

To Do List:

1. Learn Pre-Calculus in 8 days or fail.
(Note: That is an understatement.)

2. Rewrite my 5 page Research paper.
(Note: It is due tomorrow.)

3. Learn to play a song on the piano.
(Note: I struggle with this greatly.)

4. Get a job.
(Note: *insert sob here*)

5. Keep up a social life.
(Note: Bahaha. Yeah. Right.)

6. Help other people with homework.
(Note: Helping others distresses me.)

7. Clean my room.
(Note: This is like a 3 hour process.)

8. FOCUS!
(Note: Is that a bird? I love birds.)

9. Memorize all the Presidents.
(Note: George Washington...yup.)

10. Make time to write.
(Note: I miss writing. I need to do it more often.)


Wow. When I write everything out, it really doesn't seem so bad. However, Math sucks. I honestly cannot understand why I need to know these things other than I'm going to fail if I don't. But still. I only have 8 days to do this, and I have to memorize Presidents and write research papers in between it all. Pray for me.


Much Love & Stress,

Katherine

B&W

If all the world was black and white,
we'd view everything in variants of
dark and light,

and understand the idea that took
far too long to install,
that we're really just the same
inside after all.

True Love

"Love doesn't walk away.

People do."


True love should be infinite.
True love should never be jealous or controlling.
But love isn't perfect.
People make mistakes.
I believe in second chances.
But not 7th, 8th, 9th, or 10th chances.
How do you know if someone is telling you the truth?

Do you choose to believe??
What if you get hurt?
Perhaps, just letting go and letting your heart love,

is what is best.



In other news:

Research papers suck.
Especially if you leave them until last minute.
Like me.
Everytime.
CURSE MY PROCRASTINATIONAL HABITS!


Much Love & Hate (for research papers),

Katherine

Fatigue

I think it might have something to do with this weather,
but I have never been more tired before.

In other news:
I had the hiccups oh, maybe 5 minutes ago and they're already gone.
I've always dreamed of having the world record for hiccups but that's around 7 years. It would be awesome! You would hiccup at the most awkward moments and it would make life so funny and unpredictable.

One of the best feelings in the world is driving with the windows down, music drowning out your own screaming voice, and three other friends shouting the lyrics to probably the best song in the world with you. Even if they are all 6 ft tall and one was sitting in the car seat. It's still amazing. Probably more so now that I think about it.

I love my life. :)

So much.

Much Love & Spontaneity (and blasting music in the car with company),
Katherine

3 Problems Away from Finished

One day instead of doing the last three problems on our homework, my friend and I made you guys a 6 minute video that cut off. We then made a 1 minute video to finish the 6 minute unfinished video and only the 1 minute video uploaded.

Sigh.

I hope you enjoy the 1 minute of failure.

We'll do much better next Monday. And hopefully get the other one uploaded because I told a hilarious story of my life.
Stay tuned!


Much Love & Spontaneity,

Katherine

Flashback.

I was born in the wrong era.

Just saying.


I hope everyone had a loverly Mother's day, and no offense but,

My mother is the greatest person to ever be a mother.
With the exception of my grandmother who taught her everything she knows.
I am truly blessed.

Thank you for being such amazing examples to me.
I hope that someday I can be just a great of a mother as they are to me.


Much Love & Spontaneity,

Katherine

Death.

I've never been so close to death before in my life.

I prayed to God that I wasn't going to die tonight.
I truly have the deepest respect for good drivers now.
I really think that the legal driving age should be 18 or something.
How can some people be so stupid?!

1. Do not race on the freeway.
2. Do not race ANYWHERE.
3. Do not play terrible music loudly.
4. Do not listen to music that swears every 5 seconds and talks about horrible things.
5. Do not take me anywhere again.


Ugh. I was scared. Freaked.
I am so glad to be safe and home.
There was a moment when their car was seriously maybe 5 inches away from ours. If the girl in the other car hadn't screamed, the dumb teenage driver would have hit us and I wouldn't be here right now.
The stupid driver of my car hit 110 on the freeway. Just to race his friend.


Thank you Heavenly Father for letting me live.


Much Love & Thankfulness (for my life),

Katherine


P.S. The dance was nice...I guess.
All 45 minutes that we actually attended.

Perfection.

You know that feeling.

You have something so perfectly set in your mind and when it doesn't go exactly the way you planned...it's soul crushing.

Like how when you have a dress--a cute, perfectly vintage, black dress, (and loverly heels and pearl earrings) and all you can picture is this perfect hair accessory with a little veil and maybe perhaps some small pearls to match the earrings.....

AND YOU CAN'T FIND ANYTHING LIKE IT!!!!

Sigh.

I guess we shall see what I end up putting in my hair in the end.

More soon.



Much Love & Spontaneity,

Katherine



P.S. Please enjoy the sunshine. I sure have.

Mmmm What cha say...

Sometimes...

the right words and a spontaneous hug,

are all you need,


to make everything okay.

Gagged & Bound

Love

I am gagged and bound by
a four letter word that
people use everyday.

It gets caught in my throat
and makes me choke
as I find something else to say.


Love.

I can't say it.
I tell it to my family.
I can say it to them, the people I would do anything for.
But in passing conversation,
I can't.

It's stuck.
Held there, suspended in my throat by past experiences and pain.
People I love go away.
The End.
It's how it's always been. People I trust leave too.
I can't even say it to my girlfriends.
My best friends.
I do love them,
I just can't say it.
I believe once it's said, it loses a lot of its meaning. Once it's out there, once it's been said, it's gone. Just another thing that people disregard. Ignore. It's a label. Something that people toss carelessly at one another.
That word is thrown around like it means nothing.
And to me,
it means everything.

That word, weighed down by so much pressure, only escapes my lips every once in awhile -- for fear that the ones I love,
will




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You Are Getting Sleepy....

Yesterday,

I went to a Hypnotism show on a date.

Except,
I don't remember any of it because I went up and got hypnotized!!!!

Bah!
Cross that off my bucket list.

I actually went up and got hypnotized. It was so weird. So crazy.

It feels so strange.
I knew exactly what he was saying to me, and I heard everything, but I just didn't care that he asked me to do crazy things because I felt so relaxed and sleepy. And every time he said the word Sleep...All of us on stage just slumped over and fell in a very shallow kind of sleep. It was incredible. Wow. I finally did something daring.
Apparently it was super daring because the four of us on the double date went up but one of us (the other boy) wasn't hypnotized enough and he get sent back into the audience and he watched the three of us go crazy. And we get to watch the video sometime this week.

Ahh!

I can't wait to see what I did! :)


In other news:

Linsey Brown is the best person ever.
How does she do it?

Thank you Soul Sista.
You sincerely made my night.


Much Love & Spontaneity,

Katherine