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!