So the rents have decided to make my life miserable by grounding me.... again. Why, you ask? Well, i have good grades! all but ONE C. and it's not even a low C either. Yeah, it's a high one. So now, all i can basically do is my homework, read, and watch tv. No movies or SkateWorld on the weekends for me anymore. (I guess it's not a terrible loss...)
So now that my mom thinks I'm a failure and that I don't try or care. WTF?! That's what irritates me the most. SHE tells ME that I dont care. She doesn't even KNOW me!!. She has made no attempts to GET to know me anymore. I have built up so many walls and she doesn't even want to take them down. It's like I'm a stranger in my own house...
I'll post whenever I'm OUT OF PRISON.
-Karen
:)
(now that the episode of Karen's not-so-nice side is over... i hope you enjoy my future posts! STAY HAPPY!)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Good Times...
GREAT SNACKS: popcorn and Hershey’s Kissables mixed. (just discovered). Chocolate ice cream, banana slices, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream.
So yesterday I went to see Bride Wars with Jordan. My rating: 5 stars.
Well, we were pretty much the first ones in the theater. These two OLD ladies walk in and decide to sit RIGHT in front of us. (causing us to have to put our feet down). Which wasn’t really a problem until we SMELLED them. (word to old ladies: When you go out, DO NOT dump the ENTIRE freakin perfume bottle on yourself when where you are going, I guarantee NO ONE cares what you smell like). So we moved up a row and when the movie started, we accidentally spilled the kissables into the popcorn only to discover it was delicious.
Anyway. I cried like a baby at the end of the movie. (Just like I do at all of them). I promise you. I still cry at the Lion King.
When it was over we went back to my house, popped black heads on our backs, and watched CSI: Miami until we fell asleep.
Today I went to Ethan’s to finish up our history fair project. (Ours is on Eliphalet Remington II). His mom is absolutely the sweetest. (But I think she wants to make sure I get fat). Of course, I don’t mean that literally… I’m 5’3 and weigh 120 lbs and that’s pretty much all muscle (from being a gymnast and all). Anyway, we got it all done, and it’s pretty awesome if I can say that. We had fun too, though. Ethan makes me LOL. ;) (…then again that’s not really a huge accomplishment).
My Dad is coming home in TWO WEEKS. I am SO excited. Aren’t you? My dad and I have this thing called a “cranker.” It’s basically any really upbeat song that makes you wanna get up and dance that we play as loud as possible in the car on trips. It’s gotten to be sort of like a mini-tradition kinda thing.
So… I think I might be starting to like someone. (I mean REALLY like someone… not like most of my ex-bfs that were just kinda for fun). I'm not really gonna say until I'm possitive. But shh… don’t tell. (Not that anyone really reads this blog but me).
Turning in for the night.
Try not to be TOO disappointed.
-K
PS: Questions? Comments? Email me: cokeurcola1090@aim.com
(unless you know me by a different email... *cough, cough*... Jordan, Ethan, Daddy...)
So yesterday I went to see Bride Wars with Jordan. My rating: 5 stars.
Well, we were pretty much the first ones in the theater. These two OLD ladies walk in and decide to sit RIGHT in front of us. (causing us to have to put our feet down). Which wasn’t really a problem until we SMELLED them. (word to old ladies: When you go out, DO NOT dump the ENTIRE freakin perfume bottle on yourself when where you are going, I guarantee NO ONE cares what you smell like). So we moved up a row and when the movie started, we accidentally spilled the kissables into the popcorn only to discover it was delicious.
Anyway. I cried like a baby at the end of the movie. (Just like I do at all of them). I promise you. I still cry at the Lion King.
When it was over we went back to my house, popped black heads on our backs, and watched CSI: Miami until we fell asleep.
Today I went to Ethan’s to finish up our history fair project. (Ours is on Eliphalet Remington II). His mom is absolutely the sweetest. (But I think she wants to make sure I get fat). Of course, I don’t mean that literally… I’m 5’3 and weigh 120 lbs and that’s pretty much all muscle (from being a gymnast and all). Anyway, we got it all done, and it’s pretty awesome if I can say that. We had fun too, though. Ethan makes me LOL. ;) (…then again that’s not really a huge accomplishment).
My Dad is coming home in TWO WEEKS. I am SO excited. Aren’t you? My dad and I have this thing called a “cranker.” It’s basically any really upbeat song that makes you wanna get up and dance that we play as loud as possible in the car on trips. It’s gotten to be sort of like a mini-tradition kinda thing.
So… I think I might be starting to like someone. (I mean REALLY like someone… not like most of my ex-bfs that were just kinda for fun). I'm not really gonna say until I'm possitive. But shh… don’t tell. (Not that anyone really reads this blog but me).
Turning in for the night.
Try not to be TOO disappointed.
-K
PS: Questions? Comments? Email me: cokeurcola1090@aim.com
(unless you know me by a different email... *cough, cough*... Jordan, Ethan, Daddy...)
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Another Day Skipped...
Well, I made it to the second blog entry… Which means I am still alive and well… for now.
I think my history teacher is stalking me.
As promised, I will proceed to tell you about my friends. First, there’s Alberto. He lives in Texas, (where I used to live) where I really would rather be right now. He has been like a brother to me since the summer after 3rd grade when we discovered that we both liked spongebob and pokemon… (?) I keep in touch with him frequently and he… um… tries. But then he has to take out the garbage… and it’s a long story.
Next, there’s Jordan. (Otherwise known as Squint). Now, there’s a funny story about the two of us. We used to want to rip each others faces off. But that’s irrelevant and will be explained later. (or I could let her explain it since she now has her own blog !!: ) Anyway, now we’re practically sisters… In fact, she’s standing over my shoulder right now. Our parents let us hang out even when we’re BOTH grounded.
Lastly, there’s Ethan. (Who I think is avoiding me right now). He is my history fair partner… Not like your life would come to an end if I didn’t just tell you that. We have just recently (over the last summer) become really good friends. He is an AMAZING guitar player and if you ever heard him play, you would like die. (But not in a bad way… More like a peaceful death… On second thought… Maybe that’s not the best comparison). Well, every time he comes over I have to make him play Sweet Home Alabama. I think he’s pretty tired of that song by now.
I have more friends but those are the most significant in my life I guess. I’ll tell you about the others when/if they come up in my future stories.
I have moved approximately 6 (going on 7) times in my life. I am an army brat, born in Germany. My WHOLE FAMILY has been in the military at some point in their life. Which means I probably will too. The college of my choice? WestPoint. There’s only one problem with that though. My parents now expect me to be “miss perfect angel child who does nothing wrong and never gets angry.” Which, by the way, is not me. But no pressure or anything, right?
I guess it’ll be worth it though. Now, back to my previous subject. We’re moving. Again. But, unfortunately we’re still stuck in Talla-freakin-hassee. I have moved so much in my life, that I can’t really call any place home. (Except for my Grandparents’ house in Seattle. They haven’t moved since my dad and his brothers were born. It smells and looks the same every time I go). Though, home is more of a state of mind than an actual place.
Well, I have to go unclog my brother’s toilet (don’t ask).
-Karen
I think my history teacher is stalking me.
As promised, I will proceed to tell you about my friends. First, there’s Alberto. He lives in Texas, (where I used to live) where I really would rather be right now. He has been like a brother to me since the summer after 3rd grade when we discovered that we both liked spongebob and pokemon… (?) I keep in touch with him frequently and he… um… tries. But then he has to take out the garbage… and it’s a long story.
Next, there’s Jordan. (Otherwise known as Squint). Now, there’s a funny story about the two of us. We used to want to rip each others faces off. But that’s irrelevant and will be explained later. (or I could let her explain it since she now has her own blog !!: ) Anyway, now we’re practically sisters… In fact, she’s standing over my shoulder right now. Our parents let us hang out even when we’re BOTH grounded.
Lastly, there’s Ethan. (Who I think is avoiding me right now). He is my history fair partner… Not like your life would come to an end if I didn’t just tell you that. We have just recently (over the last summer) become really good friends. He is an AMAZING guitar player and if you ever heard him play, you would like die. (But not in a bad way… More like a peaceful death… On second thought… Maybe that’s not the best comparison). Well, every time he comes over I have to make him play Sweet Home Alabama. I think he’s pretty tired of that song by now.
I have more friends but those are the most significant in my life I guess. I’ll tell you about the others when/if they come up in my future stories.
I have moved approximately 6 (going on 7) times in my life. I am an army brat, born in Germany. My WHOLE FAMILY has been in the military at some point in their life. Which means I probably will too. The college of my choice? WestPoint. There’s only one problem with that though. My parents now expect me to be “miss perfect angel child who does nothing wrong and never gets angry.” Which, by the way, is not me. But no pressure or anything, right?
I guess it’ll be worth it though. Now, back to my previous subject. We’re moving. Again. But, unfortunately we’re still stuck in Talla-freakin-hassee. I have moved so much in my life, that I can’t really call any place home. (Except for my Grandparents’ house in Seattle. They haven’t moved since my dad and his brothers were born. It smells and looks the same every time I go). Though, home is more of a state of mind than an actual place.
Well, I have to go unclog my brother’s toilet (don’t ask).
-Karen
Thursday, January 22, 2009
The... um... beginning?
Um… Testing, 1, 2, 3, testing… Okay so this is the official kickoff of my high school blogging project where I will share all of the occasionally awesome but mostly horrific and boring things I am doing and experiencing here in a not-so-interesting high school (filled with people just about anywhere between Paris Hilton wannabes to pretend-spell-casting-freaks) currently located in the capital of the sunshine state. But, let me tell you something that may come as a huge-ungus shock and/or disappointment to those of you who haven’t been here. Not ALL of Florida is dotted with palm trees, amusement parks and fat people eating funnel cakes. In fact, Tallahassee is the COMPLETE opposite.
It’s not really all that fun at all. (Unless you consider going to the movies or SkateWorld every weekend of your pathetic life fun—If that’s the case, this place is definitely for you.)
You see, obviously it wasn’t MY choice to live here… Mainly because I’m only fifteen and I don’t get a say in where the rents’ jobs move them. (Although that would be totally awesome… I could be living in like… Australia right now!)
My parents have been divorced since I was in the 5th grade. I live with my mother (manager of CircleK) and my stepdad (employed at Kevin’s). As for my father? He is my hero. He is currently a Lieutenant Colonel in the US Army and has been residing in Baghdad, Iraq since November of 2007. I am very happy to say that he is coming back around mid-februaryish. He is both my best friend and a well-respected authority figure. He has more of an affect on me than he will ever know.
I also happen to have a best friend (closer to my generation). Actually I have several. (People just love me I guess…) But we’ll get into them another time. I don’t want to entertain you with TOO much of my overly-exciting life (of which I know you are so jealous of) all at once. It’s best just to keep you wondering. :)
Until next time!
-Karen
PS: sorry about the plain designs and boring color scheme… I’ll try to edit this as soon as I can.
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