Day 19- Mr. Mojo Risin'

I am uncertain of the reason for this post's title. Beyond it being a clever genius anagram of 'Jim Morrison', it's what I write on the back of paper during Social Studies.
See, Social Studies is the dullest class of my schedule. We read a section from the book, we answer 6-10 questions where the answers can be found in the section we just read. No matter how many questions there are, I finish first. So, to use up my spare time, I just write 'Mr. Mojo Risin'' a bunch of times. Sometimes I vary it a little, and I write one of the other things Jim Morrison says during that part of "L.A. Woman." (You all know what I'm talking about. If you don't, shame on you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JskztPPSJwY   use the link to your advantage)
Either way, today was no different. I sat, I read, I answered questions, I wrote Mr. Mojo Risin'. For the life of me, I can't figure out why I do it. I brought a book today, even. Old habits die hard, I guess.
That was first period. Second period was our once-a-cycle turn in the library. The entire time we were there: "Kat, what's the answer to this question?" "Kat, you're so much smarter than me. Can I look at your paper?" "Kat, can you help me?"
As good as my class is at sports, they sure are a huge group of nincompoops. Which brings me to my next point:
GYM CLASS IS A STUPID WASTE OF TIME, AND SHOULD BE OPTIONAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sure, sure. Kids today don't get enough exercise. For a school that's being as overly hypocritical as that, why did they take out both swing sets and replace them with poles. (Let me explain, exercise equipment made entirely out of poles;when the school next door got half of Six Flags as new equipment.) Not just poles, but poles the grade 7s and 8s aren't aloud to use, because we'll disturb the 5s and 6s.
Today in gym class, we worked on our shooting skills in basketball. My class is solidly made up of basketball players. So, how does it feel to be the fat kid who sucks at dribbling, moving fast and shooting? Pretty **** awful. I hate how the gym teacher keeps making us play games to 'improve ourselves'; like dribbling around a square, trying to knock other kid's balls out of their hands to eliminate them. The good kids always go after the horrible kids, so I never lasted for than 30 seconds. How the **** am I supposed to improve in 30 seconds? I wonder if Mrs. Bell is ever going to know how it feels to be kicked out of something because you're not as good at it as everyone else? Repeatedly for a solid hour? It's horrible. Nothing makes you feel more like a nothing than that.
P.S. I know I've been kind of a downer lately. I'll try to stop complaining about everything.
UPDATE: Half-done the lyrics book. 10/20 albums complete!

Day 18- Today Kind Of Sucked

It's days like today that drive me insane. I forced myself to wake up at 6:30, even though not a single part of me wanted to leave the realm of 'Bed'. I didn't even have to, but it's Tuesday, one of the only days in the week where I am prepared breakfast. This has been a system since before Melanie was born. (She's turning 8 next month) I'd be woken up anyway, so I just pulled my slow carcass out of bed and sat at the table.
It was misting this morning. Not enough for me to see it out the window, but enough for me to regret wearing my leather jacket. (Fake, look-alike leather, if you care) So, I'm standing at the bus stop, it's cold, wet, Alan's thinking up new ways to call me stupid, I'm carrying a clarinet and a water bottle that MUST be held upright to avoid dripping.
First period: Remy's going on and on about how if you multiply a negative by a negative, it becomes positive... etc. He went on for a half of an hour. I kid you not. Then, he gives us 4 'pretty hard' multiplication questions. They were as follows:
1) -7x-3=
2) 12/-4=
3) 2x=10
4) -6x2=
We were given 12 minutes to complete the above questions.
Second period: We are assigned a 'personal narrative writing assignment'. Can you hear a thumping? It's just my head on my desk as I type. As any author knows, once you start writing in a specific genre, it's very hard to switch. I am a romance novelist. I. DO. NOT. DO. NONFICTION. There, I said it.
The rest of the day improved very little from there.
We had sausages for supper and I get a leftover one for lunch tomorrow. I guess that's good.
Alice Cooper Goes To Hell has SO MANY WORDS! 2589, to be exact. During NaNoWriMo, that would take me two days to write.
I still have to finish the last song, but then, my progress will be at 9/20 albums.
Yay.

Day 17- For Once, I Didn't Lie

If you recall, yesterday I said I was going to work on the lyrics book until I was kicked off the computer. For once, I didn't lie. I did a whole album before breakfast, and another one after supper. Status: 8/20 COMPLETED!
For the first time, I became a little disappointed with the quality of AZ Lyrics. On the song "Crazy Little Child", the lyrics were not only misspelled, but half of them weren't even there! I submitted the correct lyrics, and, fingers crossed, the operators will see my submission and fix this horrible error.
Besides wasting my day, I also had an epiphany. See, Mom's been getting on my case about the amount of time I spend outside. The numbers are hovering around next to none. Since I couldn't work on the book without the computer, I took a walk up the hill. It wasn't too sunny today, and a little windy, but it wasn't cold. So, I set out equipped with a sweatshirt, a pair of Walmart shoes and my tiny 2-gb iPod, loaded with KISS, Bon Jovi and Eric Carr music. (If you haven't heard any of Eric Carr's solo work, I highly recommend it. The two posthumous albums; Rockology and Unfinished Business, are like Eric's 'All Things Must Pass'. The quality of the sound isn't the highest, but that's due to the fact that he couldn't re-dub. Every song on both albums is awesome!)
I'm walking up the hill, and I'm in unusually high spirits. I think I was listening to KISS' Sonic Boom. Due to the limited space on this iPod, I crushed every KISS album down to the bare minimum: Paul's songs and some of my favorite Gene songs. Therefore, my version of Sonic Boom has been smooshed to 6 songs.
Whenever I'm walking, I like to gesture, dance and lip-sync the music. That's what I was doing all the way up the hill. Then, I reached this spot I liked. It's the undeveloped properties between two sets of houses, each set about 100 yards from there. I left the sidewalk and walked across the property, to get to the giant cliff on the other side. Below the cliff was a trail that I've walked and biked countless times. All details aside, the view was fantastic. That's when the epiphany happened: I realized that there were only 6 people I would have wanted by my side to share that experience with me. And none of them were blood relations. Two I have never met in person. Three are friends, and the last one... well, we'll get to that someday. The three friends are CJ, Bryn and Maddie. They're the people who know me best (besides the last person, but we'll get to that someday) The two I never met are Paul Stanley and Robert Plant. I feel they would enjoy the silence and the peacefulness of the scenery. (Paul, Robert, if you ever do want to come to the cliff, I'd love to bring you. Leave me a comment!)
In case I glazed over it too much, NONE of these people are related to me. I don't have a single relative who actually knows me. If I'm going down that road, I don't love them.
True confession time: I don't love my family. They don't make me happy. I loathe having to spend bonus time with them. That's part of the reason I stay in the basement all the time. I have to refrain from screaming at them all the time. I stopped loving Dad when he told me to "F*** OFF!" after I got a 79 on a math test. John and Melanie annoy me to the point of biting my wrists to keep from hitting them. Not a day goes by that Alan doesn't get me wanting to strangle him due to his incessant insults and mockery. Mom's hanging on by a string. They all just say I'm a teenager, but I'm just a regular kid who happens to be depressed. I look for escapism anywhere and everywhere.
During my epiphany, it also struck me as odd that there were only 6 people who were special enough to me to join me on that cliff.
I need to sleep soon, so I'm just going to sing some Bon Jovi songs then pass out.
Night.


P.S. Whoever's been reading this blog every day, (I have a post-view tracker; I know someone out there is reading my musings every day) I just want to let you know you're special to me, too. :)

Day 16- The Extent Of My Imagination Is Socks

Have you ever searched Pinterest for "Crochet Green Yarn"? That's what I did today when I was reduced to nothing but two balls of green yarn.
Let me move back a little...
Today was Easter. (YEAH! EASTER! PRAISE THE LORD! All that jazz) In the usual teenage fashion, I'm trying to soak up every last moment of quality time with bed. Mom sends in Alan to wake me up, so we can start hunting for our Easter baskets. Generally, if Mom sends in Alan, it involves a tenor saxophone being placed across my back. Today was different, he only put my entire stuffed animal collection on my back. I may love sleep more than I used to, but that doesn't mean teenagerism has robbed my of loving to hunt for little caramel-filled chocolate eggs. (SCREW THE ORTHODONTIST AND ALL HER RULES!!!)
I woke up at 6; I was forced out of the house for 12 hours in fancy church getup at 7:20. That gave me 80 minutes to find my eggs, eat breakfast, learn we have to drive an hour and a half to get to church, get into all my fancy church getup, brush my hair and pack, not only amusements for Oma and Opa's (Grandmother and Grandfather in Dutch, respectively) house, but also an assortment of movies to watch on the trip.
I don't do well making decisions (or do I?) or remembering things quickly. Therefore, I left the house with a drawstring bag filled with anti-church clothes, a paddle brush, my iPod, Hammer Of The Gods: The Led Zeppelin Story, and The A-Team (season 2). For the life of me, I cannot figure out how I thought the remaining 5 chapters of a book would keep me entertained for 12 hours. I suppose I thought I could play on my iPod, all the while neglecting the fact that any app requiring wifi would be rendered useless.
Since it was my birthday recently, Oma gave me a late present: 2 square meters of Aida cloth and two balls of green yarn. I lacked any embroidery floss, but I had a crochet hook, so I chose to crochet something. That's where Pinterest came into play, and disappointed me sorely. Seriously, internet? The only thing green yarn makes is shamrocks and turtles? Sad.
So I started crocheting socks. Then, I remembered I already had a pair of crocheted socks, and that this yarn would suck for such a task.
Long story short, I convinced Mom to let me stay up to work on the lyrics book. (6/20 Complete!) Now I'm here. Tomorrow, I am not leaving the computer until my eyeballs fall out of their sockets or my hand falls off.  

Day 15- Half Of "The Godfather" and Massive Hand Cramps

If I have not mentioned so, I am a bookworm, but I can't stand YA books. I find them repetitive and tedious, with the characters flat and boring. Therefore, I get my books from the adult section of the library. During my last visit, I stumbled upon 'The Godfather' by Mario Puzo. We've all heard of The Godfather as being a movie, but less have heard of it being a book first. I took it home and read it. The first few hundred pages at a hockey game I was dragged to for two hours, and until the halfway point during my free time at school. Today, I took the initiative to finish it, so I did. The entire second half of "The Godfather" with only one break to watch a stop-motion video my brother, John, made out of LEGO.
I'm rather proud of myself for reading the whole second half in 3 hours.
The 'massive hand cramps' spoken of in the title of this post, come from the stupid lyrics book that my stupid brain thought would be a good idea. I've only finished the first 5 albums. There are 15 left. I have 16 days left to complete it. If you include time spent at school, and tomorrow, when we're spending Easter with my grandparents, that amount of time adds up to...
NOT ENOUGH TIME TO FINISH THIS STUPID IDEA!

Going to spend the rest of the night writing.
If I go nuts, tell Alan to NOT read my book. (Like, ever)



UPDATE: Happy Birthday To Steven Tyler!      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hlw4B2Bj2og

Day 14- The Day Slash Spoke To My Soul

When I woke up this morning, I was once again reduced to "what the heck am I supposed to do today?" So, I got the initiative to rank every KISS album, as well as listen to them all the way through. I got through the first 4, then got cold in the basement and gave up (for today)
I have the poor quality of being extremely indecisive, so I came up with a scoring system for each album:
Gain points: If someone other than Paul sings more songs than Gene.
                     If there is a guitar/drum/piano solo.
                     If the album comes from a makeup era
Lose points: If Gene sings more songs than Paul
                     If there is no solo.

It's quite simple, really. After I carefully listened to and added up all the points for the first four albums, I came upstairs to browse Pinterest for a few hours, where I discovered more pictures of Robert Plant and his wonderful, wonderful hair, a GIF of a golf ball hitting steel at 150mph, and two other pictures I thought I'd share here:

This first one I thought was cool because at first glance, it looks like Jimmy has black wings. I'm a little interested in supernatural (NOT THE SHOW) things. Like he was sent by the gods of Rock and Roll, and this is his true form.

This second one is the picture behind this post's title. I agree with it whole-heartedly. On more than one occasion, during an in-front-of-class speech, have I basically said the same thing. (Imagine me doing the devil horns sign to the heavens)  

UPDATE- 20 MINUTES LATER: Apparently, Slash never actually said that. I was watching an interview on YouTube to try and watch him saying it, but he says that he never actually said it. Doesn't matter, I still agree.

Day 13- Movie Theatre Firsts

As it's the Thursday before Easter, today was the last day before a 4-day weekend. Translation: no work at school. I have a weird mental issue with that. I put aside 6 hours of my day to be productive, and when we sit around, scratching our butts, it really ticks me off.
School today: learned why social media is evil, wrote a paragraph summarizing a 20-line article for 20 minutes, started writing my speech on why YA books are stupid, played algebra bingo, played on my iPod while waiting for a Kahoot quiz to be prepared, researched interactive social studies websites while my classmates played Scary Maze.
My favorite part of the day was when I asked CJ if she wanted to see Batman V Superman this weekend, which she did. When I got home, I looked up the times for tonight's showings, as tonight is the first night it's in our theatre. The first showing was 6:00. I called CJ, and we sort-of agreed to meet each other there, which didn't really happen. She had drumming lessons until 6, and couldn't find me in the middle of the theatre, where I said I'd be. I have a good reason for that.
My very good reason: I've never gone to the theatre without an adult before. Having no adult meant I could sit wherever I wanted to, so I chose the front row, where the seats shook when Superman took off.
My opinion of Batman Vs Superman: IT WAS AWESOME! Things blew up! Ben Affleck did all right as Batman. Lex Luthor made my skin crawl more than Heath Ledger's Joker. (Which is saying something) Henry Cavill as Superman was spot-on! I highly recommend this movie. Ignore the hype, bring 3-D glasses and sit in the front row. My legs were still shaking from the adrenaline a half-hour after I got up.

Day 12- The One Where Nothing Went As Planned

When I woke up this morning, I thought I would go to school, to to music class, learn another riff, go to band, come home, eat supper and work on the lyrics book and maybe a story I'm writing.
I did not, however, think I wouldn't be asking out Angus, be bored to death for TWO HOURS on the combination of science and math by Remy, have to do a month-long creative writing assignment, actually figure out what I wanted to do for my speech in French, learn the opening riff for Thunderstruck, get stuck with a solo for my tenor sax in jazz band, punch MB in the face for NOT SHUTTING UP! or never actually get to any writing until 6:40 because of Alan's homework.
Side note: I never actually punched MB in the face, but how I wanted to. She kept saying that I sucked at the tenor because I couldn't perfectly sight-read the FIRST SOLO I EVER PLAYED IN MY LIFE! And that she was so awesome because she was doing her second solo.
Update on lyrics book: only completed two songs since yesterday
Reason for my non-productivity: I watched an inspiring Alice Cooper music video and wrote a story about it instead. Shame on me.
Why I shouldn't write anything: because any story I write is unavoidably kinky somewhere, so much so, it's becoming shameful.



8:37 Update: Finished album 3/20!

Day 11- Eisenstein

As a girl going through the pubescent years, I must remind myself to exercise extreme caution when watching the Guns N Roses video for November Rain as it is the second most perfect, heartbreaking love story I have ever seen (besides Titanic) and I can't spend two hours after I go to bed watching it. Today started with me feeling pathetic because I cried for two hours the night before at the video for November Rain. On the plus side, I woke up exactly when I was supposed to.
Homeroom: Where I witnessed the class sing Happy Birthday to Becky while I tried to quietly read The Godfather. (I got to the part where Michael took the gun out from behind the urinal, then the bell rang)
1st period: Where Mrs. Read happened to put me and my subtle crush, Angus, beside each other and I simultaneously hated her guts and loved her for it.
2nd period: Gym. I hate gym. Always have, always will. The only thing I hate more than gym is the gym teacher, Mrs. Bell.
3rd period: Where I wrote down the things that make me happy.
Lunch: Where, while conversing with my fellow LSAs (CJ, Bryn, Mavis, Maddie and Gabrielle) I dropped my container of ketchup-soaked turkey on my pants.
4th period: Where I became even more disappointed with Remy, as he finally taught me something I didn't know, and gave a hard-ish question, then followed it up with "but this is really hard, and we're going to be working all month to get to this."
5th period: Where Jackson and I taught the 6th grade French immersion class how to conjugate verbs to the 'futur proche' while using Back To The Future as a basis for our presentation. I introduced myself as Dr. Emmet Brown, while Jackson introduced himself as Marty. We had drawn a DeLorean on a large sheet of paper, with 'Conjugation Circuts' to fill in. As another part, I had brought in a stuffed dog to be Einstein. During the first set of presentations, the kids thought Einstein was hilarious and cute. During the second set, someone renamed him Eisenstein. For the rest of the day, Jackson and I couldn't stop saying Eisenstein like Professor Frink from the Simpsons. (Try it, it's HILARIOUS!)
After school: Since it's Tuesday, I have intermediate band after school. I play the clarinet, but I'm the second best, so I sit one seat over from the oboe section of one. I don't need to focus often during intermediate band (I'm the second-best, Director never singles me out) so my mind wanders a lot. Today, it wandered to the oboe section of one, populated by Angus, the so-named 'Oboe Hobo'.  I was either bored or feeling romantic, but my eyes started wandering to his hands. He has beautiful hands. They're long-fingered, muscular and smooth. I started thinking about what I'd let his hands do to me. Let me tell you, it got filthy from there. I think it was then I'd decided that I wanted to date Angus. The only thing that can stop me now is my incurable nervousness around rejection. Tomorrow, I WILL DO IT!
P.S. Regarding my insane book, I put off writing this entry just so I could finish Easy Action. 2 albums down, 18 to go!  

Day 10- I Must Be Crazy

Last Wednesday, I went to a bookbinding course at our public library. Today is the first day I used that knowledge to my advantage.
Backstory: My sister, Melanie, is in second grade. She's a little slow to learn to read. When I was her age, I could read a Magic Tree House book in half an hour. I was a little above average, but she's really smart, too. Yet, her inability to read in is starting to worry all of us. So, as a bribe to get her to read more, I told her that if she could read a whole Magic Tree House book and answer questions on it, I would write her a book she wants to read: The Complete Collection of Alice Cooper lyrics. Alice Cooper is her favorite singer (we've fist fought over it; KISS vs Alice. She's not budging) The only problem with Alice Cooper is that Melanie cannot for the life of her understand the verses of any song except for Poison and Lost In America. So, this lyrics book would be a really big thing. She'd learn all the words and how to read.
Today: I decided that the book would be a birthday present for her next month. Then I realized that Alice Cooper started releasing albums in the 60's and still going on today. Which meant, if you count the songs I solidly refuse to give her lyrics to, I'd have to write the lyrics for 259 songs. First, I found the cutoff point of where Melanie doesn't know of the existence of any newer albums (1994) and disregarded any album from 1994 onward. Next, I looked over the lyrics of all the songs and picked out a few that contained words that 8-year-olds shouldn't know. Grand total? 210 songs. Thank the Good Lord that Pretties For You and Easy Action have songs without many words. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
This morning, I woke up at 6 dreading school in every possible way. I'm not sure if I mentioned her, but my French/Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Read, is a horrible human being. As far as I know, no one in my class likes her.
By the time I was  ready for school, it was common knowledge that we were going to have an early dismissal, due to 'predicted deteriorating weather'. In other words, SWEET! It still meant I had Mrs. Read for 2/3 periods today, but win some, lose some.
1st period: I walk to my locker and have a total brain fart. I remember all the numbers for my locker, but not the order. I fiddle with maybe 7 combinations before walking into homeroom to ask Mrs. Smith for my locker combination. I get my locker open and sit at my desk, sizing up the student teacher, who I know is going to be nowhere near as good as the last one. Mrs. Smith said his name was Remi (like the rat in Ratatouille) so I think of him as Remi, and not his teacher name. Remi and I are pretty much polar opposites. He likes sports. I don't. He likes going outside. I scoff at the idea. He likes to hunt. I think any person who shoots innocent bunnies deserves to be shot. But the worst thing: when asked what my favorite genre of music was, I responded with ROCK AND ROLL and he looked at me with mild disgust as his favorite genre is country. (Pardon while I gag)
2nd period: In which Mrs. Read asks who's ready to present their Social Studies powerpoint, and 7 hands go up AND SHE IGNORES MINE! (Head pounding on table)
Recess: Where I realized Brianna's (Bryn) eye makeup was screwed up, but it still looked better than all the usual weird makeup.
3rd period: In which Mrs. Read tells the class we have to write a speech on whatever subject we want, but in French, and it has to be 3 minutes long, and we have to prepare for a month. (Groan)
Home: Events already described above, which I would now like to continue working on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOQ4pkUAFbA
(Not Alice, something different from Alice)

Day 9- The Evil Cat in the Library

Since I'm finally better, I finally did interesting things again. First, I slept. Then, I ate cantaloupe and orange juice, because fruit is awesome. Next, I went on the family computer to check my Pinterest, as it has been several days since I last checked.
I'm going to stop going on about things nobody cares about and get to the fun part of my day, or as I like to call it, after lunch. I finally got around to listening to the last of my birthday records: Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy. It was a lot more mellow than I expected. Kind of spacey. I loved it, don't get me wrong, but it was different. I'm glad I've got D'yer Mak'er on vinyl. It's one of my eccentric Zeppelin favorites. If one gets technical, it could be the first Zeppelin song I ever heard. I remember the catch from a classic rock station from when I was 3. All in all, I highly recommend the album.
After supper, I took a shower and settled myself in for an evening of sitting in my PJs, pinning pictures of Paul Stanley and listening to a Zeppelin compilation. Around 6, who shows up at my front door, but CJ! She asked me if I cared to join her at her house for a few hours. I asked her to give me a minute to get dressed, to which she replied that she and her mother still had to run an errand. Long story short, I ended up at her house for a few hours. She gave me a tour of her mom's house and introduced me to the pets (like the evil allergy-inducing cat in the library) and the extended family. This is where I learned that if a friend of mine has an older brother named Max, I should avoid him at all costs. CJ isn't my first friend with an older brother named Max, and it created the same issue. Max is hot.
I'm a tall person. Taller than any other girl in my grade, and only an inch or two shorter than the tallest guys. Given that fact, I'm attracted to guys who are taller than me. It's a niche market, but I have romantic fantasies, and they all involve the guy being taller than me. Max was taller than me; the ideal height for top-of-head kisses.
He wasn't just tall; he was polite, he was sweet, he's got pretty hair, and he's taken, so of course I want one.

Day 8- I Found The Cure!

For most of today, I was still sick. Then, I watched the KISS Unplugged concert and ate a salad. Now, I'm only stuffed up instead of feverish. My nose is drippy and itchy, but it doesn't matter, because I watched Gene Simmons forget the words to Domino. (Totally recommend watching that clip, it is LOL funny) Like I said, still sick for most of today, so it was still uneventful.

Day 7- Still Sick

Being sick sucks. If you want a real update, reread yesterday's post, but replace the movies with these ones:

1. Led Zeppelin DVD- disc 2
2. Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone
3. Ferris Bueller's day off
4. Scooby-Doo and KISS in the Rock and roll mystery (Best KISS movie sine Attack Of The Phantom. Must say more about this wacky flick eventually)
5. Star Wars 4
6. Corner Gas

Day 6- I failed.

I got sick. I almost got through sick season, but I failed. I spent today watching movies and pathetically lying on the couch.
Today's Movies:

1. Corner Gas- Season 4, Disc 1
2. Titanic (Is Leo DiCaprio not the prettiest actor to walk the planet?)
3. Mallrats ( First-time viewing, Jay is my dude.)
4. Ice Age (Never noticed all the death and sex jokes before)
5. A-Team- Season 2, Disc 2

Day 5- Enough with March Break, Already!

Ever seen the movie Groundhogs Day? That has been my life since Friday. Wake up at 7, eat breakfast, waste time, eat lunch, crochet while watching Friends, wallow in pity and despair, eat supper, go on the computer to pin pictures of Paul Stanley and Robert Plant, blog, bed, watch Friends until I pass out.
Today, I changed it up a little. I went on a walk after supper. I found my old iPod mini and walked up the hill, heading west. I must say, there is nothing more refreshing than walking west while listening to Stairway To Heaven. By the time I hit Jimmy's solo, I turned around and played air guitar on the way back down the hill. That's one of the ways you HAVE to listen to Stairway To Heaven.
March Break is wearing on my patience, and I still have 4 days to go.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_49uyhBIpI
Do not question, just enjoy.

Day 4- The One Where I Did Nothing But Watch Friends

As I mentioned yesterday, I like watching Friends. I have not seen every episode, nor do I know what's going to happen, but Monica and Chandler are getting married! Since that is the case, I spent almost all of today binge-watching.
Last night, after I went to bed, I finished season 6, because I would not be able to sleep without knowing how it went. (Beautifully! I literally cried.) So today, my top priority was to get as close as possible to the episode where they get married. (I've figured out their system. Drop a bombshell at the end of a season, make the first episode of the next one the second part, then make the end of the season the big payoff everyone's been waiting for.)
Over the course of today, I've seen 14 episodes. I'm not saying I totally wasted that time. I crocheted a pattern-less case for my sister, Melanie's, Samson tablet, because why buy something when you can make it using 5 hours, yarn and a crochet hook? Long story short, I'm sick of trying to make a functioning case out of yarn.
Besides watching Friends and crocheting, I avoided the "sick room" where Dad and my brother, Alan, have fevers over 38C. (100.4F) And I made a Ukrainian Easter egg.
In my house, paint is for wimps when it comes to Easter eggs. We use dyes, wax, open flames and Kistkas, which are little buckets at the end of sticks that hold the wax. We draw the design with a pencil (only once; to erase a line, you need to erase it, wash it with vinegar, rinse with water and dry completely) then we run over the lines that need to be white with melted wax. We dye the egg with the lightest color we need, then wax over that section...etc. The coolest part is that we need fire to do this. Can't be done without fire.
That is what I did all day. Nothing else.

Day 3- Nightmare fuel and OHMIGOSH!

I'm gonna start off this post complaining about DST. (Daylight Savings Time, if you live anywhere that doesn't count this horrible, twice-yearly event.)
It's only the second day, and it feels normal any time of day; EXCEPT MORNINGS! I'm generally a morning person. I wake up at 6am every single day. Except for today and yesterday, when I woke up at 7am. I slept in a whole hour! Morning people, you know what I'm talking about. Sleeping in 5 minutes is reason for ridicule and "you're staying up too late, go to bed early tonight."
I'm gonna just let it go. (Before you start singing "Let It Go" from Frozen in your head, I'm referring to the Def Leppard song. Do not continue through this post if the Frozen song is stuck in your head. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHNBxd4LnDs )
Eventually, I'm just going to go nuts. Call me a nerd, but I prefer school to staying home all the time. Bring on the math! Assign me those essays! Anything except playing any more Clue. I've played 7 games of Clue over the last two days. If I have to catch Mr. Green red-handed any more, I'm gonna scream!
After we all got sick of Clue for the day, I sneaked down to the basement for some vinyl action and puzzle-assembling. I've got the coolest puzzle in the world; it's a 3ftx2ft puzzle showing the cover of Kiss' Love Gun album. In the hour I worked on it, I put together maybe 3 pieces. There's a very good reason for why I only put together 3 pieces, and it concerns my probably unstable obsession with Paul Stanley. Paul is the hottest human being I have come across in my 14 years. That is why he has to have his face finished being put together first. The only problem is, I can't find his right cheek! I feel like I've tried every piece. I could have finished Ace Frehley and Peter Criss. The final pieces of each of their faces is right above the spot where they're supposed to go. I can't put them in because then Paul wouldn't be the first one finished.
Calming down...calming down...calmed down.
I'm good now. While I was working on the puzzle, I was playing on of my new Doors albums, Strange Days. It was catchy. I thoroughly enjoy The Doors. Then, I arrived at the song Horse Latitudes. If you have heard this song, excellent, you may continue reading. If you haven't, please go listen.
Ever had a bizarre nightmare, then you had no idea why you had it? It's like Jim Morrison captured the feeling of a nightmare in words, then screamed it to an unsuspecting audience while the rest of the Doors...capture the rest of your senses.
So, after I was sufficiently freaked-out and shaken down to my core, I decided to take my mind off everything by watching Friends and crocheting mindlessly. (I ended up making a really cute change purse) When I started watching Friends a few months ago, I was seeing all these screenshots from the show with the quotes underneath. Realizing this could potentially spoil the entire series for me, I now avoid those kinds of pictures.
I only bring this up because this afternoon, I hit S06E22. It was a pretty funny plot (SPOILERS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) Monica, Rachael and Phoebe were at a museum and found out the museum offered weddings, but there was a two-year waiting list. As a joke, they all put their names on the list, Monica putting her and Chandler's names. Later in the episode, Chandler is in the apartment alone, when a call comes from a lady from the museum, saying a wedding was cancelled, asking if Monica wants to be moved up in the list. Chandler hears this and Monica finds out he heard. She spends all day looking for him, and eventually finds him in the apartment. She goes to tell Joey she found him when Phoebe comes into the living room and asks if he saw the museum. He says he did and loved it. Long story short, CHANDLER IS ASKING MONICA TO MARRY HIM!!!!!!!!!!
That's the last episode I saw before realizing the time and figuring that I should come blog before I have to go to bed.
I honestly have no idea how my friends went this long without telling me. Thank you for not!

Day 2- Rambo and puppies

Greetings! It's Sunday, and therefore everything in town was closed.
I spent this morning working on my TV show script. It's about halfway done now, and I've tested it with some of the desired audience. I can't tell you people what it's about because I'm flat broke and this gig could be my ticket to some bonus pocket moolah*.
Around noon, I made myself a smoothie and quit working on the script for the day. I can't write if I'm not inspired. If I'm not inspired, nothing goes as planned. Every word I type is one more word I have to delete when I come to my senses and realize all I typed was stupid.
As I played on my iPod, I received a text from one of my best buddies, Christie, who my group of friends call CJ. She asked me if I would care to partake in intriguing yet brain-cell-killing conversation. She did not fail to disappoint. This conversation of our contained the words "twiddle-diddle" and "hoity-toity middle-class slug". After an hour of conversing in this fashion, we made arrangements for me to come to her house in an hour.
I was slightly cautious of this arrangement, as she has cats, and on occasion, I'm deathly allergic to cats. She and the two other of her triplet siblings, as well as their father came to pick me up.
By three o'clock, I was at her house, and we were settled into the room she shares with her sister, complete with two bags of New York cheddar-flavoured chips. CJ had her dad's iPad set up with Netflix and so, we tried to agree on a movie to watch together. CJ's one of my emo/goth type friends, so she wanted to watch a horror movie with me. I'm kind of wary of scary movies, so I suggested one I had already seen: The Number 23. It wasn't available. Neither was Mallrats, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Star Wars Episode IV, or Cobra; aka, my all-time favorites.
After we had searched for Cobra, one of my other favorites popped up: First Blood; the first Rambo movie. I convinced CJ with no difficulty (she's as dude-crazy as I am) to watch First Blood with me. Shaggy Stallone kills us both every time; he's SO HOT!!!
During this movie with guns, mild nudity, knives and stuff going BOOM, in walks a little puppy. She climbs up onto the bed we're sitting on and starts eating our chip crumbs.
I have major dog issues. Big dogs, small dogs, etc. I back up when one is around and flinch when I hear barking. This little dog is just eating the crumbs between CJ and me and I am mildly freaking out. The dog walks in and out of the room a few times, then decided to stay out. I settle back down and try to concentrate on trying to understand Rambo telling Trautman his nightmares when the dog comes back in. CJ picks her up and snuggles the dog under the blanket.
The movie ends and we decide to watch an episode of Friends while we try to figure out what we really want to watch. (Chandler in a box, literally my favorite episode from S01E01- S06E13)
I recall one of our earlier get-togethers, where we tried to watch the Breakfast Club, but the Internet was out. I remind CJ of my challenge that day, to see how long she can go without falling in love with Bender.
As we enjoyed his bad-boy antics, the dog curls up in my lap and starts to watch the movie with us. After an hour, I give in to the temptation of petting it, and start absent-mindedly petting this little puppy.
When the movie's over, I recount to CJ the story I wrote that her bedroom reminds me of.
And now I'm home.
And sleepy.
So I'm going to sleep.
Good night!



P.s. Moolah means money, cash, dough.

Day 1- Introductions; 'cause you don't know me yet.

Hello, world! My name is Katherine Thayer. Right now, I'm sitting at the family's PC, typing up my first blog entry. Had I come from a less strict family, I'd be vlogging instead. I know how people would rather watch videos until their brains turned to mush instead of reading, like they used to do in the times of yore.
I'm not a weird, emo/ goth type of kid. Do NOT get that impression of me. Sometimes I'm so upbeat, it scares my buddies. THEY'RE emo/ goth type kids if I ever saw any. I only bring this up because when people think of rock addicts, they generally think of old guys playing guitar in their basements, or emo kids listening to screaming songs. I won't lie; those songs creep me out.
I'm very strict about the music I listen to. Extreme self-imposed rules. Some of these rules are:

1. Artists from 1950- 1994 only. NO EXCEPTIONS!
2. Shriek in horror at anything from this century, unless it's a catchy song from a soundtrack of one of my favorite movies. (I.E. "All Star" by Smashmouth is permitted, as "Shrek" is one of my all- time favorite movies.)
3. Automatically complain that my day is ruined when one sings a song from this century 

One could expect that a lifestyle such as this could result in a miserable life. Not so. I live for the music. If one should play a song I don't care for (I.E. Would rather slam my tongue in a car door than listen to) I simply listen to my iPod at the next possible opportunity. 

Nothing much is going on in my life right now, as it's the second day of March break, and I am bored out of my skull. The most exciting thing that happened today is that I finally passed my sister in our clan's ranking in "Clash Of Clans".

I guess I just started this blog as something to do. March break's lasting until the 21st, and I live in a state of eternal grounded-ness. By which, I mean if I'm going somewhere, I need to bring a walkie-talkie and stay within range, because, and I quote, "you could fall and get hurt and not be able to make it back home." 

My 14th birthday was two days ago, and nothing's changed. I still am sent to bed at 8 o'clock. (The same time as my 7-year-old sister, Melanie.) If I ask my friends to come over a few days in advance, it's put on the calendar as a "playdate". 

If you follow this blog, you'll follow my adventures in bookworming, trying to binge-watch 4 different TV shows at the same time, crochet, finding a middle-school sweetheart, admiring beautiful 70's rockers, and navigating/ avoiding the basic girls that make up 28% of the population of my class.

Since it's the night before DST begins or ends (not totally sure how this mind-numbing trickery works), it's actually 9:17pm, a time unheard of in my staying-up-late escapades.

Good night, and ROCK AND ROLL!