Sorry It took so long....

Yes yes I know, it's been a while since I've posted..... a long while. Truthfully? I just haven't felt like it. This is going to be a short one because I'm getting sleepy and my typing is all crummy tonight.

But yeah, I am SUPER bummed. I have the mother friggin' flu, it's POOP! It has prevented me from being able to go to Thinspace in Cini this weekend.... right now I should be there.... like NOW! I hate being sick, it makes me uncomfortable and all blegh. But yeah, it's not like I knew it was coming or anything, therefore I couldn't stop it. Never had the flu before until now.... stupid.

I am a Senior. It is STRESSFUL! College kinda scares me, possibly not having enough money to go to college until spring of '08 scares me more. Trying to get all A's in my classes while I'm still in high school is killing me, cuz if I get a friggin D or C in creative writing or English? I get bombarded my the parentals. I think after graduation I'm gunna pass out for like a month.

March 10th marked one year since Chad Canipe passed away. On March 27th it will be one year since Mark Palmer passed away. I will write more on this at a later date, too much emotional writing to handle now.

Actually, I will probably expand on both of the lower paragraphs at some point.... soon hopefully. But for now, I are to be going to bed now.

LOVE & PEACE,
Katey

Dying...

People dying, I'm really tired of it! Three weeks ago my friend Tiffany's cousin died of an overdose. His name was Christopher Curtis Faircloth, aka "Roach". He was 21 years old and his birthday had only been a month before that. I met the guy one time, but I had heard stories about him from Tiffany and other friends, and he was one of those people who just seems to leave their mark on you, if you know what I mean. And, surprisingly to me, I cried over his death. I cried for a short time the day I heard about it, and then again 4 days after (the day of his funeral which I was not able to attend). That day I cried for about 45 minutes straight. And right as I was getting onto the bus I might add.

For those of you who know me well, you know that I am not one to cry very often. But that day a wave of emotions just hit me and kept a hold.

In the comming end of this month my family and I will be going to Cincinnati for the bi-yearly gathering that they have there. It will be the first time that I will have been to Cinci since being there for Marks wake and such. I actually just realized this, and I'm not really sure how that is going to go with me. I mean I'm sure that things will be fine and dandy, but with me being so mentally and emotionally tired lately things could come out differently than I expect.

I am quite excited to get to see the Cinci boys, girls, and the Kecks.

Today I was in my creative writing class, and we are currently working on prompts for a personal memoir. Last class, in our free write time, we wrote about a person or people that have influenced your life, positively or negatively. Today we had to write about a place that meant something to you. I couldn't think of anywhere to write about at first, because I can't say home because the physical place doesn't mean that much to me, especially since I've had about 6-7 houses altogether.

After thinking about it for a while, a wonderful place pops into my head. The Brown House in Cinci. Every detail of that house, it surroundings, the things that have happened there, the people that I've met and gotten to know there, it all just flooded into my mind. "PERFECT" I thought. So, when the time began I started to write, first about how even the outside of the house is so inviting, especially if you know who you're gonna see and of the things that could happen. Then I started writing details about the front foyer...... and all of a sudden I have to stop writing, because my eyes are tearing up and my hand is getting a little shaky.

As I started writing down the details, the image of the night after Mark's wake slipped into my mind. The night when a handful of us were sitting in there, and this man named Brandon was playing the guitar, and Beth Keck was singing. A few people would join in when they knew the words, but that was just such a communistic and kind of healing night. Especially when Blake Skidmore from LP sung a song of his he had written after Jennifer Palmers death. There was just so much emotion in that time, and only a piece of it came back through my memory and it was so strong that I had to let some out in tears.

And I know you can't let it bring you down, and I don't really. Only for a few moments, very rarely, I just remember. I don't like to cry, especially in front of people, so I try my hardest not to. But sometimes you can't help it, and sometimes it can help too.

LOVE & PEACE TO YOU ALL!

Grades

So I got my first progress report yesterday. Wanna know what my grades were? TOUGH, I'm tellin'' anyways.

AP Psychology: D
Painting: A (duh)
Algerba 2: D
Adv. English 4: B
Interior Design: B
Creative Writing: Don't have a grade for either b/c We all have A's or b/c I've already taken that class and I don't get a grade
Adv. Shakespeare: B
African American Authors: A

The D's... well at least one of them, should be coming up soon. I also expect the English grade to eventually raise to an A. So yeah, those are it..... and, that's all.

School has begun!

Alrighty people, School started on Wednesday, which was both a good and bad thing. Good because I got to see some friends I hadn't seen all summer, and also good because now I won't be so bored. Bad because I am going to have a LOT of work to do this year in preparation for graduation and college. But yeah, so I guess I'll tell you guys what my classes are:

A-1: AP Psychology This class I know will have a lot of work, but it will be interesting and it's more prep for college.

A-2: Painting This will possibly be an annoying class because the teacher is odd, but it will also be fairly easy.

A-3: Algebra-2 I HATE math with a passion, so this will be a class that I hope goes by really really fast. Plus my teacher looks like a psycho, and is very... I don't know, but I've only had her one day and I don't like her at all.

A-4: Adv. English-4 I am an English person, so this class is automatically cool. The teacher is also really great. She is slighty Ms. Beck-esque (my favorite teacher of all time for those of you who don't know) which is SWEET.

B-1: Computer Applications That's what it is for now, hopefully not for good, because I took this class last year. It's pretty easy, but I don't want to do it again.

B-2: Creative Writing! I took this class when I was a freshman and it was one of the best experiences ever. Even though I have a different teacher, I hope that this class will be as good, and I hope to learn many new things and to broaden my writing ability.

B-3: Adv. Shakespeare This class will be interesting seeing as how there are like 40 people in this class. Hopefully something other than frustration will come out of it.

B-4: African American Authors More broadening of literature knowledge. From what the teacher said, there will be a good deal of reading in this class, which is what I expected. I am definitely looking foreword to this class... even with the work we'll have.


So there you go guys, those are my classes for this semester. If anyone wants to know anything else about the classes (which I doubt) feel free to ask me.

P.S. My English teacher has ALREADY been talking good about me.... that proves, that I am a good English Teachers Pet (seeing as how it's happen for every year now except for freshman year) I AM SO COOL! Hahaha, not really.

Love & Peace,
Katey (I know this is at the bottom of the page, but this makes it a bit more personal, not just automatic)

Post promise

Okay guys, I'm letting you know that if I get linked off even one persons page I promise to try and blog at least once a week for you all. I'll even try to put more on here in the way of my writing and maybe I'll dab a bit into some spiritual stuff, because I know you're all dying to know what I think about stuff :D. Well, I'm not guaranteeing that it will be as "smart sounding" as something that Kyle or my dad might write, but it's better than nothing, I guess.

Ooooh, I could make it a contest! The first person I see with a link to me I will write them a poem (with your own chosen theme if you want). But yeah, I think that's all for now.

I do my best thinking at 3:30 in the morning...

Okay, first I guess I'll tell you guys a bit of what's been going on lately. I went to warped tour.... all I can say is that it was KICK ASS! Although nit was extremely hot, and I woke up from a short nap in the grass to find someone smoking some right behind me (that would be weed for those of you who were baffled). Since then I have done almost nothing. Tomorrow is my birthday (technically). Imma gonna be 17 years old. I'm having a party later today (since it's 3 somethin and all), to which only 7 people will be attending, for sure anyway, there are a few "I don't knows" still. I just really hope that it isn't boring, because I'm not a super party thrower.

School starts on the 16th (11 days) and I'm not really sure if I'm ready for my senior year. I was trying to remember the classes that I signed up to take, and I remembered most of them.... and I also realized that I'm going to have a lot of work to do, and it's gonna get bad stressful. Oddly enough, I'm not even close to being this nervous about college. I mean I love my family and all, but geeze I can't wait to not live with them.

Yeah, I was going to write a lot more, but now I think I'm going to go to bed. Yeah, I know, Katey going to be?! Shocking isn't it.

Love & Peace all

Complete breakdown

Last night I went and spent the night with some friends that used to go to school with me. Their names are Shaun and Mackenzie (boyfriend and girlfriend, not brother and sister). But, on March 15th last year Shaun lost his dad. This year he's been gone for one year. I remember the day that it happened. I was on my way to the gas station down the road from my house, and I went over to Mackenzie's house to see if her or Shaun would like to come with me. So I get there and their friend bill let's me in. Kenz was in the shower and after he told me that, he told me that Shaun's dad had died that morning at about 6:30. I felt so bad for Shaun, you have no idea. So, I went and did my business at the gas station, and went back to wait for Shaun to get home from the hospital.

Now I told you that to tell you this. When I was at their house last night Shaun and his brother Chris were both there. Something came up and Chris casually said "You remember when dad used to...". And sometimes I wonder how they could ever talk about him without just breaking down. I mean their guys, and the type of guys who would try their hardest not to cry in front of ANYONE, so I can see why they don't. But if I lost my dad, I would never be the same EVER! Not too long after his dad passed I started thinking about if I were in his situation and actually cried just thinking about it. And I don't cry very often at all.

For my last essay in my Changing Heroes class before the year ended we had to write about our real life heroes. Now I try not to really have a single hero, more than one is better, but I did my essay on my dad. You can read it by clicking on this.... or maybe not because I guess I don't know how to put it there. But anyway, if you would like to read it let me know and I'll send it to you.