She's No Saint..

So Im currently in my new house. Surrounded by a few very expensive things. All of which I only inherited by luck. My grandparents retired and are at the moment traveling across the States in their shiny RV. Again, we got the house by sheer luck. First of all, the fireplace. Who doesn't want a fireplace? Their so fabulous! And hey! It ACTUALLY makes real fire. Unlike the one in my apartment that ran on gas and cost a bunch to do anything with. Then we have a big screen TV. The only reason they don't get it is because its stuck in the wall. :] My brothers excited about watching and playing football on it, me and my mom are excited about playing Guitar Hero 3 on it. :D Then we have the $400 carpet. It even has a name! My, my my. Its about 2 inches thick and is only a few yards long. Again, sheer luck. Last but not least, the 20 something year old grandfather clock. Again, inherited by the fact that its too big to take cross country. And of course the house is twice as big as my apartment and I can play music really loud now. And guess what? I don't have people banging on the walls all night! Yay! We also got 2 new cats. And my mom let me adopt a dog for my birthday too. We went to the Nevada Humane Society and got him for about $25. Hes a beagle named Fonzie. I know, cool huh? Anyway. Just unpacking now.. Bleehh.

Oh yeah. And Extreme Home Makeover is about 5 or 10 miles away from me. :]

Well, Im 16 now. Whoo. At the moment I am completely miffed. More miffed than one should be but ah well. Really all that makes me feel better right now, is the picture that my friend drew of me today. And the fact that I get a dog. :] It all started when I went to my 5th period after lunch and discovered that someone so inconspiculously taped a post it on my backpack that said "Its ok to be gay." Usually, Im not bothered at all by this because, frankly, Im not gay. But many of my comrades are and Im immediatly gay by association. Everytime. I attempted to not let it bother me. I put it on one of the balloons my friend gave me and didnt let it get to me. But it DID. So much. Because Im sick of it. Im sick of being labeled as gay. Because IM NOT. I support gays intensely. But I am not gay. Is it bad to accept gay people and actually NOT look at them with disgust? Is it bad to advertise my support? Apparently so. And I feel sorry for anybody who thinks so. And they'll have a metaphorical handprint on their face when we have our first GSA meeting. Im anticipating lots of ridicule. Too much in fact. But our school is due a revolution.
And I have some creepy guy constantly wanting to touch me.. And I yelled at him about it today. He acted like he was innocent. No.
Anyway.. Anyone know what kinda dog I should get?

Jordyn, oh Jordyn. You totally reminded me of what I forgot. 2000. Who could forget it? What a night. I wasn't very old either, 8 or 9. Actually, almost 9. The anticipation. The excitement! The world was about to change! We would be living off canned food for months, passing the time listening to the radio on good Ole Y2K. We'd have to wait for forever for life to get back to normal, maybe it never would. Everybody was all stocked up. Watching the TV with anticipation. Once that ball dropped, the world would fall into chaos. Its 11:55. Im tiredly waiting for this whole shin dig to get over with so I can sleep. And wouldn't you know it? I fell asleep. 5 minutes before the world was going to change, and I slept through it. For all I know, there could have been an almost tragic computer glitch that was caught just in time. Somebody could've been killed by their computer. But I wouldn't know. I was sleeping. *sigh* Its funny how we've been acting superior for years and years, yet when the year hits the 000 mark. Watch out! We go into survival mode. We act like its the 1800 again, when gays,women, and blacks were supposedly going to take over the world if they were accepted into the straight, white, mens grace. Now we've moved up to computers and technology. Wow. We've come along way haven't we?

This year is way different than last year. Last year I spent the night alone talking on the computer and posting "Whoo 2007!" on a Myspace bulletin. That was about it. I then proceeded to discuss the sadness of the situation with another friend in the same such situation. This year though, this year takes up a mass amount of interest and excitement. We shall go by time frames. :D
6:30 pm: Amanda calls me to tell me that she is leaving to go to The Warehouse. (The most awesome hang out that my dear old suburbian desert town has to offer. It is really fantastic.) I tell my mom that we have to go. We go. I drive. Still have difficulties driving in the dark but whatever. I get there.
6:50 pm: I stand in a huddled triangle outside waiting for the doors to open because it is freezing. We talk and repeatedly curse the gods for how cold it is. Apparently it was 27 degrees. Im not too sure about that. But it was cold.
7:00 pm: They open the doors. Im about the second person in line so I get warm quickly, but I look behind me and Amanda is waiting for other friend. Brett. Well known free loader but we love him anyway. Amanda is supposed to pay for his entry to our loveable house of worship. (Really, its a church on Wednesdays.) I see Brett inside already and phone her to tell her. Shes at the end of the line. Shes gonna hurt him. :]
7:05 pm: We are all in, it doesn't take long, and Amanda has forgiven Brett. We lounge around and then go to the bathroom. Now I am taking the time to explain the bathroom because, even though its a low budget place, their bathroom rocks. 2 walls are painted blue, 2 black. The stalls are  black and have old BMW hubcaps on them. I have no idea why that is so cool. Anddd. The best part of all, the soap is powdered! No kidding. Its great. Ive made it a tradition to make it snow on my friends when they are in there.
7:10 pm: We gather by the front of the stage. There are a few local bands playing until midnight and we all know its great to be right in on the action. We talk, and me and my California friend Lindsay scope out the people. Shortly after, the first band starts. They are named, Some Say Hero. All the way from Carson City, Nevada.
7:15 pm: The band has started. Its not really what I expected. I look around and its like the crowd has died. Theres people there, but nobody's moving. It reminds me of that one music video where everybody's bored and have theirs arms crossed.. Yeah. You get it. They had rigamortis.
My time frames start to get lost after the music starts playing so whatever.
Once the first band is done, the better one comes on. Not the best. But better than the first. Wayward. The crowd comes back to life. We all start MOVING. My friends sing. I don't know the band.. Yeah.
Next up, A House Cursed. (By the way. After every set, they auctioned off the band members to raise money and such. You could get a date with them or just get money to take your friends..) Anyway, to be perfectly honest, they scared me. :D They were a metal band. You know, long hair. Screaming. Mehh. Just kinda freaked me out. Not to mention that people actually started moshing. And I got sucked into it. Gah. I was scared. :D But I lived. And did some pushing and then got outta there.They finally got done with their songs and the lead singer was being auctioned. My friend Kendra bid $5. I doubt she expected to win. But, she did. Now she gets to go bowling with him! :D Hes actually a nice guy though. Not too scary. Just older. Like, 30..
After them, All Day Drive. I was tired by then, you know. You just want to sit down. So thats what I did. I was in the front row, and I sat down. The next thing I knew, the lead singer threw his water bottle at me. I mean, come on. They were boring. I was bored. I was tired. And he was throwing stuff at me. I mean, its kind of a bad sign when somebody gets so bored the they sit on the floor at your show huh? Maybe you should, I dunno, be more interesting? Anyway, my friends told me that its complete taboo to sit down at a rock show. Whatever. I don't really care.
Then, Dorcia. In my opinion, one of the best bands I heard. They were metal too, but more young, and cute. :] The lead singer was pretty. Lol. It seemed like they played longer but maybe thats just because I liked them better. There was moshing then too, but I was almost on the stage by then so I didn't get into this time. Just pushed people if they got too close. And with this band, I was actually surprised. I thought they were a rock band but the the lead singer just started screaming and I was like WHOA. Because hes more clean cut, and looks more rockish. But he was good. THEY were good.
Ok, now its about 11:10 pm. Almost time. The big band comes on. The one that everyones been waiting for. Victim Effect.
They are metal too, but they were different. A little bit of rock was pushed in there so that it was understandable and enjoyable. By now, I was the closest to the band. I could have reached up and touched the chicks keyboards. And watching them was just so cool. They had so much energy and they had a hook. They played about 3 songs and then it was 11:55. Glow sticks were passed out, everyone was watching the numbers countdown. The excitement kept rising. Then it started. At 15 we were all a little confused that it was starting there. 10 we yelled louder. 5 we were counting too fast, too excited to wait for time to catch up. 1 we all screamed. Then it flashed 2008 and we got the ooey gooey music going. But it was the good kind. And we were all screaming and there was confetti everywhere and nobody thought to say Happy New Year. They just wanted to scream and kiss each other and scream some more. All the girls who didn't have anybody kissed their friends on the cheek. Then there was a silence. Just kind of a hault to the screaming. Nobody was talking. Then I looked over and Brett and said "HAPPY NEW YEAR BRETT!"
Victim Effect plays their last song. They start it with a "Welcome to 2008." Name of the song: Boom. The band is done. The crowd scatters. Some to concessions to get sparkling whatever it was. Some to the back to get merch from the bands. Me and my friends just stayed where we were and threw confetti at each other repeatedly and said Happy New Year way too much. We wondered to the back and got some sparkling whatever it was and toasted, sorta. And then me and Lindsay walked past the lead singer of Dorcia too many times. We got free posters for Victim Effect and met all the band members. They were all so nice. The girl was awsome. Kinda the sweet, yet hardcore girl. I called my brother, he was sleeping. But he came to get me. My friends Erica, Laura, and Maria needed a ride but they were too far out of the way for me to give it to them, and we didn't have room. But Brett didn't need to go too far so we gave him one. Erica and the others got a ride with a band member in his cool car. I was happy that they at least didn't have to walk. Because, if it was 27 at seven, then it was way colder by midnight.
1:00 am: My brother finally comes and we drive Brett, we stop for icees. :D Then I explain the whole night to my brother on the way home.
1:30 am: We get home and my brother immediately goes to bed. I stay up and search for the bands I liked then went off to sleep. Yet there was too much of a buzz in the air and my ears were ringing so I stayed up and watched ANTM marathon.
2:30 am: I finally go to sleep after a long day.
Forget the fact that it was cold. Forget that I got dizzy a few times during the night. Forget that people were jerks. It was a great night. The best New Years so far. And I cant wait til next year.
So, how was everyone else's?

When my best friend wont let me. She usually rolls her eyes, or says, "Kali, come on." Like she knows better than I do that, Im not like that. Whateverr. Im just irritated about it right now. Ill write more tomorrow probably, or something.. Merry Late Christmas BTW.

Well, Happy Christmas Eve everybody. Whoo! Im home alone, which is kind of a good thing because, well, theres alot to do. We're having sort of a Christmas party tonight and I have to kinda clean, and cook, and prepare, and all that junk. Its not too bad though. One of my moms friends is coming over soon to have me sign one of the books she got her niece for Christmas. I suppose I dont mind doing it. I just feel strange doing it. Like, Im not important enough to sign a book, what are you talking about? Ho hum. I guess thats all. These dont HAVE to be long and drawn out! :D

Heyy guys. So lets go back a couple weeks. Me and my friend Candice were talking about living to be 100. And Im like, "I dont even want to live to be 70. Im only, what, 16 and I already hate the world. Do you really think I want to live to be 100?" Its sad really. Example number 2. This morning, while checking my email, I came across a scholarship opportunity. It said "SUM UP AMERICA." I guess what your supposed to do is compile a bunch of pictures into a math equation summing up America. So I went to the website and it had a bunch that people have already done and most of them had stuff like patriotism, pride, freedom, integrity etc etc. And Im like, "Ok.." Because the first thing that came to my mind when doing this was a) poverty. b)greed. c)freedom? That kinda stuff. And its like. Man. Im horrible. Because, I mean, yeah. I love America. FREEDOM! Braveheart. Yeah. Id rather be here than anywhere else. But at the same time its like, we kinda suck. Please dont put me in the brig! I promise! Theres no treason going on here! Its just another example of how pitifully cynical and... negative I am. About EVERYTHING. And I pretty much blame people. The human race is responsible. Not me. Uh huh. Just the world. (Sarcasm?) But if anyone has read my essay, Im sure they can get a glimpse of why I think like this. Because, to be honest, people suck. I have to tell my friend Bekah that all the time. Someone who is her friend is being moody and yells at her. Cue Bekah: "I thought she was my friendd." *Sad face* Cue Me: "Bekah, people suck. Thats it. Welcome to the world." I guess eventually everyone realizes this. I dont know if its a blessing or a curse that I have figured it out at the ripe old age of 15. Ho hum. I kinda hate blaming people for this. Because, its not really anybodys fault. Its just the way things turn out. Its human nature to be retarded. :] Of course I forgive people because Im retarded as well. See? Now I got myself on this HUGE rant and now I look like a terrorist, an anti-social high school girl, and an angry old lady with a lot of cats. Oh, and Im very stereotypical as well. *sigh* But honestly? Im not mean. Im not a bad person. I just get miffed at certain points in the day, complain to my friends about it, and then its over until the next annoying thing happens. Ok,ok. I have considered it and now I know what has fueled this rant. A combination of: Caffeine, tiredness, The Used, and Ohio is for Lovers. :\  Now that THATS figured out.
Hmmm. I really hope that whoever you are, you have given up on me. Id hate to waste your time anymore.. :o Well, if only for today. We'll see if Im more coherent next time.

Herm. So apparently a great few of you guys have actually written novels..? Thats fabulous. I mean, it really is. To me that would be a HUGE accomplishment. Because personally, I cant write something LONG enough. And stay on track with it. Ill eventually get bored and quit, or finish it by killing somebody.  :] Its a little habit of mine. Anyway, maybe I just need to learn how to write differently? Or maybe just stick with my lovely little short stories and compile a collection of them, as my mom has suggested. I guess it all just really depends on how much I grow with my writing and such. Which reminds me that I will probably take the Creative Writing class at my school next year. AGAIN. But apparently it has changed a great deal since the expiremental first year it was offered last year. Either way, Im hoping it will help me get back on track with my writing. Because to be honest, that was the only time I really stuck to a piece of writing and it was the most Ive ever written. Not to mention I LOVE the teacher. That was also the time that I had the most inspirational moments. You know what Im talking about. Your just laying there trying to sleep and you think of something.. Yes.

Onward then! Well, a couple months ago, my friend hit a girl. Just an innocent slap on the face but she got APEP for it. (In school suspension) So this last Wednesday, she got in another fight. Id first like to start with a warning, mostly to my mom, if shes reading this. (Hi mom) Theres cussing involved but its the story so yeah. My friend (Lets call her Amanda. Because, yeah thats her name) was in Creative Writing (The famously loved class! Yay!) and someone threw a pencil at my other friend (Shanleigh) and it hit her in the face. So Amanda says "The next person who throws a pencil gets it shoved up their ass." (Once again mom, its the storyy.) so this other girl across the room, (Meghan) whom I presume to be the one who threw it in the first place said "Shut up you fat ***." Which really, really offended Amanda, because she IS gay. So Amanda, being the peaceful person she is, goes over and says "What did you call me?" "You heard me." Little freshman says back. "Fat ***" So Amanda is seriously miffed now so she says "Id rather be a fat *** than a slutty straight ***." So Meghan's boyfriend gets up and says "Alright thats enough. Go sit down hippo." Can you believe it? So of course, this is the final straw. So Amanda reaches behind him and hits Meghan in the face. Meghan hits her back. Amanda hits her and Meghan fall over. They get written up and then bam. There they are in APEP. So now Amanda misses our Christmas choir concert, has APEP until break, and has a track record as a "Habitual Disciplinary Problem." Its depressing yet funny at the same time.

Hah. Thats the most Ive ever written really. Nicee. One more thing before I get back to my fabulous inspiration. Last night, Amanda came out to her little brother. Like, she was really worried about what he would think of it, but it turns out that he doesn't believe her. Psh. He'll come around though.

Thats what my friend said about my..er..attire. It snowed today, and I was in black. ALL black. I didnt even really plan that... It just kinda turned out that way. So I said I was mourning something, I just dont know what. And she said civility. And it fits. In other news..

 Me and my mom got back from LA on Tuesday. Hecka long drive back too. We had to stop and sleep in a hotel for the night and leave again in the morning. But the hotel was better than the one we had in LA so I suppose it wasnt too horrible. Then we went to Denny's for breakfast. We didnt eat very well when we were in the city. [Totally unrelated but in Spanish, Airport of Los Angeles means Airport of the Angels. Thats totally cool and meaningful to me.] The party itself was GREAT. I was the first to get there in my shiny, white, huge, gas hog, rental car. We actually drove right by Amy looking for somewhere to park. (We didnt know that there was vallet parking.) The house was so BIG and really pretty. I talked to Amy for a bit and then Deborah came. Followed by Erika, Jessica, Jordyn, Elizabeth, and Dani. Maybe thats right? I dunno. But we had to sign our autographs a billion times. Not to mention that Aiden was there. The cross dressing kid in The Riches? Oh yeah. None of us had any idea who he was until he told us. And did anyone else have a talk with Paul Feig? I heard there was other important people there too but I had no clue. Then we preceded to sitting around, waving the waiter guy away. He kept coming over and asking if we wanted food. Hah. "Come back after we read, eh?" After that we finally got to read. Everyone did GREAT. I totally screwed up on a few words. And then a helicopter went by in the middle.. Ah well. So I pretty much did this out of boredom, because Im antsy and because my mom told me I should. So here it is. Thanks to everyone who was there! And especially Sue Cross and Mike Steere for letting us use their house for our party. :]

G'Day all.

Dorky Pride: Wow. What a great idea. I love those moments too. Where its just so rediculous but you do it anyway. So lets see, let me think of one.. Ill get back to that.

 Anyway. Im pretty excited about the LA party. Me and my mom are leaving this Friday at like 5 am. :X Gah. But we get a rental car! Yay! Going to see a bunch of museums and such as well. Too bad I cant drive the rental. :\ Ah well. So anywayy.

I have to write a story up to 5 pages long for a scholarship. It has to be about AIDS/HIV and how the people in the story are affected by it.. Yeahh. It made me think of my Uncle. He died of AIDS before I was born. Hmm. Thought provoking..

I guess thats it. Thats pretty depressing.. Ah well.

Dork of the Day: "Your aura is purple!" -Almost Famous.

Ok so you guys know how we were told not to use our full names, hometown, blah blah blah in this? Well guess what. On the review page, there is a link to a newspaper article. About me. With my name. And hometown. And everything. Hah. Its amusing to me. :D

Thats all for now.

So currently I am: A. Home alone. B. Missing the first show of my lifetime. C.Listening to a great remix of a sucky song. D.Pondering.

So my friend was lying to us. Well, actually he got the wrong information from the delinquents ex-girlfriend who is my worst enemy just because shes there. My friend (we'll just call him JB. Jail bird. Get it?) isnt going to juvy. Just house arrest and suspension for 3 months. They say that if we step on his property, we could get arrested as well as him. So I plan on just standing in the middle of the street in front of his house and yelling at him. :] Good plan?

99% of my friends are at the moment going to what could have been my first concert ever. This Calender Year. :[ That would've been so fun. :\ But Ill be able to go to Punks Not Dead tomorrow. :] 

So... Whoo! A blog, website, book. Man we've accomplished a lot! And hey! We're published authors too!! :D
We essentially rock guys.

So lets start this thing eh?
I have mainly one thing to report on: I just found out today that my good guy friend is going to juvy for 2 years. Until hes 18. I probably wont see him until then either. Maybe even longer. But there is a plus side to this whole ordeal, he gets to get away from his stepdad. Who, mind you, is not a good person at all and should be the one in jail. I dont like the idea of him being in juvy but I dont disagree with him being there. He did something stupid and should be punished, but Im still gonna miss him.
Anyway. I cant wait to talk to all you guys and meet some of you at the LA party!!